How Would V React To A Chubby Person With 0 Self-esteem? Like, The Person Feels Like He/she Is Annoying

Worth the wait - TMNT X-reader (turtle of your choice) Rated F for fluff

I had always been turned off by the idea of love ever since I was a kid. I had seen love blossom and become something beautiful… then before long be burned to the ground where it could never grow again. This was a recurring theme throughout my life, so I swore never to let myself feel the burning pain and sting of a failed love. That is until I met him. 

I had already been friends with April for years before I had met the turtles. It has been about a year since I had met them and each one of them had a profound impact on me, but none as much as he did. I never wanted to admit it but everything he did made me feel… Like I needed him. The way he carried himself, the sound of his voice in the morning, the feel of his rough yet smooth skin, the exquisite color of his eyes… It was enough to drive me insane. Yet I still remember that promise I made myself years and years ago… I refused to get close to him or let him close to me. I already knew he felt the same way about me, it was obvious to everyone around us and I know that he felt pushed away by me. I know he felt like I didn’t care for him in the way he did me, but that wasn’t true. I just didn’t know how to let him in without allowing myself the possibility of being broken by lost love. 

There were times I had accidentally brushed past him, allowing our eyes to lock momentarily, and I wanted right then and there to jump into his arms and let him help me… But I never did. The feeling of his skin upon mine gave me a sense of euphoria and calmness and I didn’t know how to process… it made me question whether I should give in, and allow myself to feel everything, including potential heartbreak. But how? How do I let him know that if he were to just place his hand upon my cheek, I would let my walls down and as much as I would fight it, I would be his. The thought tormented me at night and fogged my brain during the day. I would close my eyes and be able to hear the sound of his breath, and smell the familiar scent that lingered every time I left the lair. It was madness. So I decided I had to do something about it, or else I feared I would go insane. 

I made my way down to the layer, heart racing as I felt my palms grow hot and sweaty. Forcing myself to take another step toward the one thing I didn’t want to do, push him away for the last time. As I made my way inside, I hardly noticed his brothers saying hi to me as I nervously shuffled towards his room. My heart sank as I saw him there… sitting there so… statuesque. He was beautiful, and he was everything I wanted but everything that could ruin me at the same time. I tried my hardest to swallow the lump in my throat as I made my way into his room. As I approached him he sent me presents and turned around with the same luring smile he always gave me, The one that made me weak in the knees. 

“ Fancy seeing you here” he joked around as he stood up from his bed, approaching me with open arms. 

I immediately pushed away, and once again his face slowly contorted into pain and sadness. My hands rested against his plastron, shaking as I held back the lingering tears that were so desperately trying to make their way down my cheeks. 

“Listen. I-I can’t.” I muttered sheepishly, purposely looking away from his gaze. “ I’ve watched everyone… Everyone in my life be destroyed by love and I can’t do it. I-I.” I began to shake more as I tried to compose myself, pulling my hands away from his chest. 

“ I love you. I don’t want to admit it… But I do. And I can’t. Because I don’t know- I don’t know how. Or how I would move on if anything were to happen between us.” I clenched my fists and made myself look more intimidating, hoping to scare him off so I could escape and try to forget the feeling of my heart being torn out. 

“I think we should stop-“ my words were cut off as one of his fingers slowly made its way up my cheek, wiping away a single tear. And just like that… I crumbled. He pulled me into his arms and rested his chin on the top of my head. I felt the deep exhales of breath coming out of his nostrils, slowly tickling the top of my head, allowing my hair to move with the rhythm. We stayed like that for what felt like hours. The feeling of his chest rising and sinking gave me a sense of peace and serenity. As we slowly pulled away from each other, I looked up into his eyes… Softly glazed with tears he smirked once more. 

“ I’ll wait.” He professed “ I’ll wait until you are ready… Because I don’t wanna wait for anyone else“ his words made me feel as if all gravity had for just one moment, disappeared. 

I felt a sense of calm and instinctively placed my hands in his, pulling them up to my face, allowing them to cup my cheeks again. The way he looked at me made me realize that I didn’t want to wait… I finally understood that all the pain and anguish I had seen wasn’t the result of love, but the result of falling out of it. It still scared me of course, but thinking of living without him scared me even more. Suddenly I felt a sense of magnetism as my face was trying to his. I had never been this close to him, my heart was racing but I felt safe. Our lips finally locked in a burst of euphoria, and my arms slowly wrapped around his waist as I allowed myself to fall into him. This was all I ever wanted, to be with him. And it was happening. And I wasn’t scared anymore. 

He was worth the wait.

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Friendly reminder that the old school Devil May Cry games stressed the idea that crying was not a sign of weakness but a sign of humanity that set you apart from the demons and monsters of the world.

Friendly reminder that the old school Devil May Cry games focused on the adventures of a man who willingly accepted the help and friendship of women who were not his love interests. 

Friendly reminder that Dante might have loved beautiful, partially dressed women, but still respected the ones in his life. 

Friendly reminder that Dante’s motivations are not driven by Sparda: they are driven by his mother. 

Friendly reminder that Dante is awesome and these are several important reasons why that is.

Hi! Thanks for the headcanons! Can I ask you for headcanons about Nero, Dante, Vergil and V feeling jealous of their crush? Thank you!

First off, thank you both for your kind words! It’s my pleasure to serve and I’m glad you’re enjoying your time here! Since these are (sort of) in the same vein, I figured I might as well lump them together, if that’s alright!

Nero

Nero tries not to be the jealous type. He knows it’s a rather unbecoming trait to have, and he trusts you, he does, it’s just… some things get under his skin.

The way some people look at you gets under his skin. How some people’s fingertips might brush the back of your hand as they walk by. It gets on his nerves, and he knows it’s irrational, but…

He tries not to let it show, but in the bedroom… it’s incredibly obvious. He leaves more marks than usual, and in places that are a little easier to see. He’s rougher. It’s unlike him, but you can tell why he’s doing it.

Dante

Dante is incredibly open about relationships, generally. He knows that sometimes, your desires can be a little strong. He’s the same way, really, but for some reason, he’s been feeling a little weird lately.

That person’s sitting just a little too close for comfort. It’s not like him to nitpick about these things, but maybe there’s something about you.

It’s something that he wants to keep all to himself, and he tries not to be an asshole about it, but he is a little more underhanded. Someone’s trying to talk to you? Looks like you’re occupied with Dante’s lips on yours, his hands on your hips.

V

V doesn’t handle jealousy very well at all. He does get jealous, but not often enough to know how to handle it or address it.

He won’t direct his frustrations at you, but you can tell he’s upset by something. If you try to ask him about it, he’ll dodge the question. But he knows he can’t keep running away from the subject forever.

Eventually, he tries to explain it to you. It’s written all over his face that he’s irritated, and even though he knows you deserve to know, he’s trying to avoid using the word “jealousy.” Such an ugly word for such a hideous feeling. But he can’t help it, you’re just special to him and he doesn’t want anything threatening that.

Vergil

Vergil is the definition of tranquil fury when it comes to these things. Now, he’s normally more aloof and out of touch with his emotions, but this isn’t anything different.

He doesn’t direct this towards you, but towards anyone else who’s potentially interested in you. If he’s next to you, he stands a little closer. If he’s not, then he’ll join up with you and make it obvious you’re with him.

Oh, if looks could kill. He’s got a hell of a glare, and whoever he’s jealous of will become familiar with this all too quickly. Vergil can be incredibly intimidating, after all.

School vs DMC Boys

Summary: Because the fall school season is closing in and some of you may have already moved into your college/university dorms, I present to you all, the DMC boys vs you having to leave for school

Dante

"You have to leave?!", Dante whines. "You leave all the time Dante", you reply. "For like, a few days", Dante counters.

He'd rather have you home and will fight with you about it until the day you go

Helps you pack even if it means your a step closer to going

"You can always come visit", you say. "Dont give me that kind of permission", Dante replies.

Actually. Dont. Mans will be there every day to check on you until someone or yourself tell him he has to stop and leave

Has tried to bargain with you

"How about we live together in (enter where your college is). We can get an apartment or do couples housing", Dante says. "Dante, you barely have enough money to pay rent here. Besides, couple housing is for married couples", you reply. Dante:*slowly gets on one knee* "DONT!"

Seeing you get into the van all packed up makes him proud and sad at the same time. He loves seeing you go after your dreams but hates he has to stay behind this time.

He pulls you in for one last hug. "Write me, call, anything", he says. "Was planning on it", you reply, hugging him just as tight as he was you. You give the devil hunter one last kiss before jumping into the van, Nico driving you off.

Vergil

"You have to leave? Yes, I suppose that makes sense"

He keeps it in how much he's going to miss you

Helps you pack, always double checking things

"You're sure you have everything?", Vergil asks. "Im sure babe", you reply.

Has secretly packed you a William Blake book so you having something that reminds you of him

And some tea because he knows if he doesn't you'll waste so much money on coffee

"You could come visit", you tell him. "Visit? That does sound nice"

He visits once a month, taking you out for lunch or just sitting and reading with you in the surrounding parks or libraries

No one messed with you before, but now no one really messes with you after seeing that cold Vergil stare

Right before you have to leave, Vergil pulls you aside to say his own goodbye

"I will miss you my dear", Vergil says. “I’m going to miss you too Verg", you reply. You pull Vergil into a hug, tears brimming in his eyes. He clears his throat, trying to get rid of them. "I suppose you must start heading out", Vergil says. You sadly nod, looking back at the van. You give Vergil a kiss, running into the van before you cry in front of him.

"Crying Verg?", Dante asks. "No, just dust", Vergil replies, wiping at his eyes. Dante smiles, giving his brother a pat on the back. "You'll see them again"

Nero

"L-leave?"

He's like a kicked puppy like his uncle

Becomes super clingy in your last few days

"Nero, I have to pee" "But I only have these last few days to be by ur side!" "5 seconds Nero!!"

Sure it can be annoying but you wouldn't trade it for the world

He does come visit often but not as much as Dante would. Maybe once a week at least

Blue anthropomorphic wings has never scared college kids more in the their lives

"Nero you scared him", you chuckle. "He needed to get a run in today anyways"

On the day you have to leave, Nero is constantly going where you do; to the room, in the kitchen, on the couch, he's everywhere

After everyone has said goodbye to you, Nero pulls you in for a hug, blue wings also accounted for

"Im going to call every day", Nero says. "I know you will", you reply. "And we will have to talk for at least an hour", Nero adds. "And if we cant?", you ask. "We make up for it next time", he replied. You smile up at the goof. "I'll be back before you know it, dont worry", you say, ruffling Nero's hair. You both laugh as Nero attacks you in kisses before loading up into the van.

V

"Haha! You have to live in some crummy ol' dorm room!", Griffon squawked out. V held onto the birds beak, fighting the bird to shut up

Griffon is gonna make as many jokes as possible about you leaving. They wont cross any boundaries but they will make you roll your eyes at the bird

Shadow gives you extra loving on the coming days of you leaving

V is helping you pack (when you aren't laying under Shadow)

He packs you all kinds of tea when you're not looking

"Who's this in the picture y/n?", your roommate asks. "That's my boyfriend", you reply, smiling fondly at the photo sitting on your desk. You were able to get a photo of V just admiring the world around him.

You brought a few photos of V and you to have as decor. It didn't help that V was the first to sneak a photo in your suitcase

V comes by once a month to take you out and away from studying all the time. He understands it's important but so is your mental health (get some rest guys)

Everyone on campus is curious about your mysterious boyfriend but Griffon is good at keeping them in line

Speaking of Griffon, the bird can't not visit you

He jokes about you being away but he secretly misses you a lot too

He visits almost as much as Dante would

"Griffon, you can't be here", you scolded the bird. "Who said so? I'm just checking on you", he replied. "That's what you said yesterday", you reminded him. Griffon didn't answer, just snuggled up next to you.

Your poor roommate had to get accustomed to a giant bird coming in through the window almost every day very quickly.

On the day you had to go, all the familiars were out, hugging you and saying goodbye

Nightmare doesnt want to let you go but knows he has to

"Alright you three, they got to go", V says to his familiars. They whine but return to their master nonetheless. "We will miss you", V says, finally able to say his own goodbye. "I know you will", you reply. V pulls you in for a hug, one you know you'll miss. Reluctantly you let go of the man, getting one more kiss from him before jumping into the van. Griffon flies along side the van just to make sure you get there safe.

8 times jayce touched viktor

and once viktor touched jayce back

Who falls first and who harder?

Across the mutant verses

2003

Leo - You fell first but he fell harder.

Raph - He fell first, and you harder.

Donnie - You fell first and harder.

Mikey - Fell first and harder.

2007

Leo – You fell first but he fell harder.

Raph - He fell first and harder.

Donnie – He fell first but you fell harder.

Mikey -He fell first and you fell harder.

2012

Leo – You fell first and harder.

Raph -You fell first and him harder

Donnie - He fell first and harder.

Mikey - He fell first and you harder.

2016

Leo – you fell first and him harder.

Raph – He fell first and harder

Donnie – Fell first and you harder

Mikey – fell first and harder

Happy Birthday to V! Ugh, I love his gameplay. And voice. And hair. And lips. Gaahhhh ruin me pls. Love that my mans Vergil is a repressed dorky goth poet. The top one is my usual "quick" style. The bottom sketch was supposed to be a quick sketch also, but... well. Hehe. Enjoy!

Vちゃんのお尻にキスしたい… 🖤🙈 ↳ : デビル メイ クライ DEVIL MAY CRY 5

Wake me up before you go-go

Fandom: Moon Knight

Pairing: Steven Grant / gn!reader

Word count: 600

Summary: A little fluffy Steven morning blurb because I miss him 🥺

Steven is not a morning person. Even though his sleeping schedule has improved immensely after his life-altering adventure in Cairo, there still seems to be a part of his body convinced that the time when the moon is out is not a time for resting.

Or maybe it’s because he is usually way too excited to tell you about all the new interesting facts that he has stumbled upon during the day. And since you hardly ever have the heart to ask him to stop, your discussions often take up more than half of the night. Which doesn’t exactly increase your motivation to get up again only two hours later.

As lovely and soft and sweet as Steven is during the rest of the day, the best that you can hope for when you try to persuade him to get up, is a disgruntled groan and two loving yet uncooperative arms that refuse to let you get out of bed.

Sometimes you can convince him to let you go for a few minutes if you promise that you’ll be right back with a fresh hot cuppa. But today clearly isn’t one of those days. Upon your proposal, he lets out a sulky huff and burrows his face even deeper into your shirt.

As much as it breaks your heart, you come to the realization that more severe measures will be required today. Like stealing his warm blanket and taking it with you into the kitchen after skilfully winding yourself out of his embrace. And telling him that he would have to come into the kitchen to get his morning cuddles.

It doesn’t take long before you can hear him shuffle into the kitchen. At least you assume that it is him hidden somewhere under that walking pile of blankets. You are convinced that he looks even more adorable than usual, with his sleepy eyes and his curls sticking out in every possible direction and it takes all the willpower that you can muster up to restrain from taking him back to bed immediately. You won’t give Donna that satisfaction, not today.

Instead, you try to turn your attention back to preparing breakfast for the both of you. Though you can’t keep yourself from smiling as you feel him hugging you from behind burying his face in your shoulder. Clinging to you like a koala, he shuffles along with you as you keep scuttling around the kitchen. And you don’t mind bathing in his warmth a little while longer.   

While he may not be capable of more than a grunt here and there, he obediently follows your instructions whenever you tell him to walk left or right. That is, until he gets the instruction to “Let me turn around, sweetie!” Letting out a final grumble, he reluctantly lets you go, allowing you to face him and put a large cup of tea into his hands.

Gently brushing his tousled curls out of his face, you place the softest of kisses onto his forehead. As his curls fall back into an even wilder pattern and start to tickle and make him scrunch up his nose, you can’t stop yourself from leaving a few kisses on its tip.

These are followed by a few obligatory and very important nose rubs before you begin to cover the rest of his face in soft smoochies, tenderly kissing the last remnants of his sleepiness away. You don’t stop until his grumpiness gives way to his very first crinkly-eyed smile of the day.  

“Good morning, sleepyhead!”

“Mmmmhhmmmmorning, love!”