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brenbofen · 8 months

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oh god i have this idea.. rqs open right?? feel free to ignore this if it isn't but

imagine being akademiya!zandik's bf ,, but you notice a certain someone (sohreh) all up in zandik's business recently. you can tell he's annoyed by her but you certainly don't like it when she hooks her arm around his and he doesn't do anything about it since youre out in an expedition... yeah you can see her being fairly attracted to zandik, and you're not jealous! you know zandik by heart, but you honestly just told zandik you're jealous as an excuse to fuck him on the place where they planned to have a picnic, and he knows it GDSAD... yeah, imagine her surprise seeing her small crush getting fucked by his bf + being the last thing she sees before, well... 'getting attacked by rishboland tigers'

yeah thats all, take your time and have a good day ❤️ i too am starved of dottore content (hopefully i can push out ur request soon enough if youre that one anon i have :3)

Poor Timing ♥︎

Sub Akademiya Dottore x Dom Male Reader

Broadcaster Message - Bweeheheeh, this is such a good concept, i was just thinking about it!! also if ur talking about ur 📺 anon, that is me teeheee (> ^_^ )> i kept writing, deleting then rewriting this cause i dint know how i wanted to do this prompt 😭

Notes 🗒️ - Sub Akademiya Dottore, Dom Male Reader, Sohreh is present for the first half, Reader is called Zandik’s boyfriend, Dottore is called Zandik, Established relationship, Public sex??, Murder, Injury and blood mentioned, Nothing insanely graphic, Sohreh watches you fuck Dottore while she bleeds out on the ground, lmao, Reader is kinda mean and possessive, so is Dottore,

You noticed how close Sohreh was to Zandik, her arms always snaking around his, how close she would stand next to him, always trying to grab his attention. Of course, he only seemed annoyed by it. There had been a number of times you and Zandik would be holed up in your shared tent, his hands flying wildly in the air as he complained about the girl, and yet he never made of move to push her away.

And now you were gawking at Zandik as if he told you something insane, and well, he had!

“I said Sorhreh invited me to a picnic with her during lunch and I plan to go.”

You pressed your lips into a fine line as you tugged on the sleeves of your uniform, “Why? You hate her!” You whisper-yelled, making sure no one passing by would hear you. Zandik shrugged, turning to neatly place his papers and books into his bag. “She planed to do so near some ruins I wanted to explore, it would be convenient.” You groaned at Zandik’s words, leaning against the table he had his things placed on.

“You could explore the ruins with literally anyone else, or even by yourself! You don’t need Sohreh as an excuse to go there.”

Zandik stared at you, his bright red eyes making you shiver from how blank they seemed. “Are you…jealous?” Zandik gave you a teasing smirk, tilting his head as he analyzed your body language. You crossed your arms, debating if you should lie to Zandik or not. If you did, maybe he would finally ignore the girl, but he could also easily see through your white lie. You shrugged, “Maybe a bit,” was all you said, just a simple lie to see what Zandik would do.

Zandik hummed, still giving you an eerie smile. “I do hope you know I have no intention of furthering this relationship with Sohreh.” You watched as Zandik closed his bag, grabbing your hand and giving it a quick squeeze, “I’ll be back later.” You frowned as Zandik walked away from the camp, mulling over the many thoughts in your mind as he disappeared into the forest.

You rolled your eyes, wallowing in your own thoughts for a bit, chewing on your lip as you thought. You eyed Sohreh walking off in the same direction as Zandik, a cheery grin on her face. You ultimately decided to follow them into the forest. Perhaps you could have a bit fun when you caught up with the two of them.

It took you a bit to catch up with them, but you soon found Zandik stood over an injured Sohreh, her gaze fearful as Zandik examined her body. She was actively bleeding, Zandik poking and prodding a large gash on her abdomen. Sohreh noticed you and choked on the saliva and blood pooling in her mouth, trying to call out to you. Zandik turned around and stared back at you, a smile forming on his face at the sight.

You walked closer to the shivering form of Sohreh, crouching down to look at her injuries. “What happened to her?” Zandik smiled so sweetly at you, you knew he was the one who put her in this condition, from the blood that covered his hands and the bruising around her neck, you knew he did this. “She was attacked by rishboland tigers.” You could see the desperation in Sohreh’s eyes as he tried to shake her head, give you some kind of sign that he was lying. Though, you already knew this.

You leaned over and pressed a kiss to the top of Zandik’s head, threading your fingers through his hair, “Maybe this will teach her a lesson,” You smiled down at Sohreh, some kind of giddiness pooling in your stomach at the sight of her fearful expression. Zandik really was a bad influence on you.

“I’ve read your notes Sohreh.”

You spoke softly as you walked over to her body, removing the jacket of your uniform and ripping off the sleeves, pressing the fabric to her wounds. “I’ve seen what you’ve said about my Zandik. He really is handsome isn’t he?” You tied pieces of fabric around Sohreh’s smaller wounds, pressing chunks into her deeper ones before propping her up against a tree. “Don’t go dying on us yet, I want to have a bit of fun and I want you to watch.” You stood up and took a moment to look over Sohreh, making sure all her wounds were effectively covered.

Sohreh’s breathing was shaky was you walked over to Zandik, taking his hands in yours, watching as you pressed gentle kisses against his face.

You were both insane, and she was going to die in the middle of no where with two utterly mad people.

You hummed as you sloppily pressed a kiss to Zandik’s lips, hands cupping his cheeks gently. “You really ought to be more careful my love, what if someone else found you both here?” You pressed your forehead to Zandik’s, relishing in the cries and choked pleas Sohreh let out. “I could’ve dealt with it.“ Zandik kissed you, his bloodied hands resting on your hips as he gently swayed, humming softly against your lips. “Now, what was it you wanted Sohreh alive for?” You grinned wildly at Zandik, leaning forward for another kiss.

Sohreh wished she was dead. She wished she had never been paired with Zandik. She was currently sat against a tree, unable to move because of her injuries, forced to watch you fuck Zandik.

You had him on the picnic blanket Sohreh brought, face pressed into the ground and ass up, you behind him, drilling your cock into his hole. “Bet this isn’t what you were expecting, Sohreh.” You turned Sohreh and gave her a big grin, “Watching your crush getting dicked down by his boyfriend during what was meant to be a sweet picnic date.” You snapped your hips against Zandik, ripping a moan from him.

His back was so beautifully arched, drool spilling down his chin as he babbled nonsense. Neither of you cared if anyone found you, or cared that Sohreh was watching, you only cared for each other. Zandik groaned at the feeling of your dick stretching him out so perfectly. He hated to admit that he missed your touch during this expedition, he so badly wanted you to kiss him, showed him with your affections, he just hadn’t expected it to happen like this.

Zandik turned his head so he could look at you, face pressed against the blanket beneath him. “Hahhh- Were you r-really so jealous you had to follow me here?” Zandik teased you, voice wavering and speech slurred, “A-and just so you could fuck me—! Y-you’re so n-needY AHH-“ You pulled out completely then stuffed your full length into Zandik, effectively shutting him up. You both knew you weren’t actually jealous, that your statement was just a little white lie, but that wasn’t going to stop you from using it as an excuse to fuck Zandik, nor would it stop Zandik from teasing you.

You relishes in the sweet moans and whimpers spilling from Zandik’s lips, your Zandik’s lips. You moved your hands to pull at his aching cock, a shrill moan being ripped from Zandik. “Look at how quickly you fall apart under me~” You tugged and pulled in Zandik’s dick at a similar pace to your thrusts, smearing his pre all over his shaft and abdomen. “You’re so adorable.” You laughed at the whine Zandik let out, leaning forward to continue to whisper small praises to him.

You weren’t quite sure how long you had fucked Zandik, how many orgasms you had wrung out of him, his poor dick only able to sputter out small amounts of watery cum onto your hands. You had filled Zandik to the brim, his tummy almost appearing bloated from how much cum you had stuffed into him, each thrust some would spill from his hole.

Sohreh had gone quiet, her gaze cloudy as she stared blankly at the ground, you honestly didn’t care. You moved so you now had Zandik in your lap, with you sitting cross-legged on the picnic blanket. “You think it’d be more believable you were attacked if you had a limp?” You teased, Zandik forcing out a scoff at your words as he leaned back against you.

You looked up, seeing the sky was a beautiful orange hue. Just how long had you been gone? You rested your chin on Zandik’s shoulder, humming softly to yourself. “Ready to head back?” Zandik nodded, stumbling slightly as he stood up and reached for his uniform. You wondered how you were going to explain this to your Seniors.

#📺 brenbofen’s stories #Vincr chats with asmo #writing #dom reader #male reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x male reader #sub genshin impact #sub dottore #sub dottore x reader #dottore x reader #dottore x male reader #this is kinda rushed #cause i just wanted to get this out #vince chats with asmo #sorry :((

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caroldantops · 11 months

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starving

ship: yelena belova x reader; other black widows x reader (briefly)

summary/request: life as an omega in the red room is pretty good, all things considered. they only get better when yelena starts taking a liking to you. for @scarlettwlw; inspired by widow au.

word count: 5.2k

warnings: smut (18+), silly omegaverse worldbuilding, alpha!yelena, omega!reader, heavy pet play - omegas are pets to the widows, themes of human trafficking in the same vein as black widow, black widow gangbang, knotted strap ons, breeding kink, medfet, yelena is implied demiromantic/sexual bc thats my preferred yelena hc ❤️

a/n: a gift for britt several months in the making! this is specifically catered for her and her alone and u all just happen to get to read it so be thankful. also special shoutout to @foggyxrayspecs's extension of widow au bc it also helped inspire this universe ❤️

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A sudden wave of light stirs you awake, blinking your eyes sleepily at the heavy door that just swung open. You poke your nose through the bars of your cage, straining to see which of the Black Widows was greeting you this morning. The echoing thud of leather boots rouses the others awake, and you hear the jangling of collars harmonizing with whines and yips.

“Now, now,” the Widow is still out of view, but you perk up at the voice. You press your face as hard as you can into the bars, cheeks squishing against them so you can see her better. “Calm down, omegas. It’s much too early to get this riled up.”

Yelena Belova. Second-in-command of the Black Widows, taking orders only from her sister, Natasha. After Dreykov’s demise and the liberation of the Widows from his control, they all had a decision to make: disband the Black Widows for good or rebuild it into something of their own.

Perhaps in another universe, one where the Widows haven’t created a pack of their own, they would have tried to lead normal lives. But this was the only family they’ve known for so many years, and they were determined to make the best of it.

That left them with the big question of what to do about the omegas. The Widows who were sent into the field to do dirty work were all highly-engineered alphas, some of the most aggressive any normal person would ever see. Naturally to keep them placated during rut time, groups of omegas were brought in and beaten down into pets in the same way the alphas were built up to be killers.

Natasha and Yelena knew that the omegas could never live on their own, and they feared what monsters would offer to take you all in as well. So, they made a vow to keep them safe.

It didn’t hurt that this option still allowed the Widows easy access to omegas in heat.

Yelena presses the button on the wall that opens all of the cages, and almost immediately, she’s swarmed by them. She laughs, giving everyone plenty of pats as she tries to wade through the dozens of bodies without stepping on anyone.

“Watch your fingers, little ones, don’t want to have to send anyone to the Lerato first thing in the morning.”

The omegas all pant and yip, nudging at Yelena in their eagerness to be let out for the day. You trail behind as she opens the door again, watching as all your packmates flood out to greet the handful of Widows standing outside the kennel door.

You’re granted a fair amount of freedom to roam the headquarters, so long as an alpha was in sight to keep you out of too much trouble. Though the alphas here never fully committed to a mate (with few exceptions) due to the nature of their training and tampering with their instincts from the scientists of the Red Room, the alphas and omegas had favorites and tended to stick with them.

All of the omegas tended to like Yelena, but none have caught her attention yet. It was only recently that she started taking more responsibilities with them, stepping back a little from the boring strategizing duties that her sister had been thrusting upon her over the past few years.

Now that they were at a point where the dust from Dreykov’s rule finally settled, Natasha was more comfortable letting Yelena ease away from that role to take on field work again - Melina even offered to help keep things in check in addition to being one of the doctors keeping the omegas regulated.

As per your morning routine, the alphas led all the omegas to the yard to do their business and get some fresh air. You decide to follow Yelena today, eager to make friends with her now that she’s around more.

“Oh, are you going to be my little shadow today?” Yelena asks you, squatting down to ruffle your hair. You give her a happy boof, sticking right on her heels as she leads you outside.

The Russian air chills even the most prepared person to the bone, so this is the only time you see any clothes on your fellow omegas. Yelena shoved you into a huge knit sweater and struggled to get you into sweatpants with how much you were wiggling.

“If she’s moving too much Belova, just make her go out without it,” one of the meaner Widows, Ingrid, says as she puts a hoodie on a very shy omega who sits so still that she might as well be frozen.

“No, I don’t want to punish her with frostbite just for wiggling. She’s just excited,” Yelena sighs as you finally stick your leg in the right place. “See? I can handle her.”

“Suit yourself,” Ingrid shrugs. “Take it from someone who’s actually been handling them, though. You can’t be so soft on them all the time. They get spoiled.”

“Nothing wrong with a little spoiling!” Yelena looks up at Ana, who’s cradling a blanket wrapped omega in her arms. “Don’t listen to her, Yelena.”

You whip your head back and forth as Ana and Ingrid argue, until Yelena tugs gently on your collar. “C’mon, let’s get out while we can.”

Outside, Yelena sits back and watches you as you tussle with the others, cringing as one of them bites your nice sweater and stretches the material. You growl at them, shoving them with your shoulder and rolling them onto their back.

“Guess you didn’t get the memo about not putting any clothes you care about on the omegas, hm?” Lerato sits down next to Yelena and the omega that was following her curls up around her legs to steal her warmth. Not many omegas tended to follow her around, despite being one of the kindest alphas, because she was also the one who usually performed your routine examinations.

“No one cared to tell me,” Yelena huffs dramatically. “That was a sweater I got in New York, too.”

“Guess you’ll have to get that new friend of yours to send you another,” she hums, scratching the omega behind their ears. “You’re good with them though. A natural.”

“Thanks,” Yelena smiles as her eyes meet yours. You trot over with something in your mouth, the arms of the sweater snagging under your hands as you crawl. “A gift for me?”

You drop the maimed stuffed animal in her lap. Yelena picks it up and tries to decipher what it used to be, but with all the stuffing scattered across the yard and with most of the fur in shreds, it looks more like roadkill than a fluffy companion.

“Did you eat this or did someone kill your toy?” Yelena asks you. You grab it from her with your teeth and start shaking it aggressively. Lerato’s omega watches you with fascination. “Ah, I see. You’re a big strong pup, aren’t you? A natural born killer.”

You bare your teeth at her, your sharpened canines peeking over the matted fur of the toy. Yelena playfully bares her teeth back, her own fangs looking much deadlier than yours. For the omegas, having your canines sharpened is purely for show; but you wonder how many throats Yelena has sunk her teeth into. Your body shivers at the thought of her teeth at your neck, and you find yourself dropping the toy at her feet and rolling onto your back in submission.

Both of the alphas laugh at how quickly your boldness faded away, while Lerato’s omega nudges you with their nose and flops on top of you, chewing on the loose ends of Yelena’s sweater.

“This is going to be boring, omega,” Yelena says, opening the door to the meeting room. You tilt your head at her. “You can come sit with me if you want, but if you would like to go play with the others, I will come find you afterwards.”

You contemplate for a moment, peeking into the room. Natasha and the other Widows are seated around a long conference table, looking at the big screen on the wall with lots of maps and numbers you don’t understand. “Decide, pup. I’m already late.”

Regrettably, you decide to stay.

Yelena was right. Meetings are boring.

You’re not allowed to crawl up into one of the empty chairs, Ingrid scolding you when you place your hands onto the edge and silently ask to be let up. Yelena pats your head and scoots her chair out a bit, allowing you to curl up between her boots while the alphas talk.

There aren’t any other omegas in the room today. While it’s not unusual for one or two to sit with an alpha to keep them company, today was set to run much longer so everyone let the omegas go back to their kennels for a nap.

After about a half hour, you start to get antsy. But you can hear Yelena talking, so you don’t want to disturb her by asking to be let out. You huff quietly, resting your head on Yelena’s boot. Her leg tenses when she feels your weight on her, stopping in the middle of her sentence.

“What?”

“Nothing, sorry,” Yelena clears her throat, leg relaxing once again.

Once she finishes speaking and Natasha takes over again, she reaches down to pet you. You spend the rest of the meeting chewing on the laces of her boots before dozing off at some point.

“Omega, wake up.” You whine, eyes blinking open to see Yelena ducking under the table to see you better. When you put your head back down, content to keep sleeping, she hooks her fingers under your collar, tugging gently to drag you out. You pull away, a sleepy growl deep in your chest as Yelena sighs. “Come on, it’s time for lunch.”

At the word “lunch” you ease up, allowing Yelena to yank you out from your hiding spot.

“That’s all it took, huh? I’ll remember that next time.”

The dining hall is filled with the sounds of panting omegas and Widow’s chatting. Natasha sits at the head of the table, with Yelena at her right hand, head resting on her palms as she listens to her sister ramble on about why they need to take a trip back to New York soon.

“I’ll think about it.”

“Come on, we can visit your hero friends around the States too! I’m sure Barton would be thrilled to see you!”

“And I’m sure he’d be far less enthused to see you,” Natasha rolls her eyes.

The omegas are scattered around the room, some waiting patiently by the kitchen doors and others nosing at the legs of the alphas hoping to get some extra scraps. You sit by the doors, trying your best to shove your way to the front of the line. They finally swing open, and the already loud chirping and yipping of the omegas cranks up a notch.

The Widow pushing the food cart, Sonya, laughs at how you all scramble around her, simultaneously trying to push your way to the food while also trying to avoid the wheels of the cart rolling over your fingers.

She pushes it towards one of the walls, where a few mats are set up to make it easier to clean later and starts setting the bowls down. In your best efforts to be the first to fill your stomach, you attempt to barrel through the others. Light growls fill the room, prompting Sonya to give a gentle warning nudge to a few omegas with her boot.

“Stop. There’s plenty for all of you.” You get nudged in the process - probably due to the fact that you just nipped at one of your packmates - and are pushed to a bowl off to the side of the others.

Huffing dramatically at her, you finally sit down and eat, eagerly devouring the warm rice and meat concoction that was prepared for all the omegas. The Widows always find it amusing how quickly you all eat, as though they’ve starved you for weeks rather than giving you three hearty meals a day.

As you finish your serving, someone bumps into you from behind trying to chase after Sonya for more, and you’re knocked face first into your dish. The little bit of leftover gravy and grains of rice sticks to your chin and cheeks, leaving you feeling stickier than you normally are after lunch.

Everyone else is too distracted finishing up their own food to notice your predicament, so you attempt to get someone to help you. You crawl over to the head of the table and sit by Yelena’s chair. She’s deeply invested in explaining something to Natasha, hands gesturing wildly. You hesitantly put a hand on the side of her thigh, patting gently to alert her to your presence.

“Hm?” Yelena looks down at you, confused by your sudden appearance. Then she takes note of the mess on your face and laughs. “Silly pup, you’ve made a mess! C’mere, up.”

Yelena pats her thighs, encouraging you to sit up with your hands braced against her. She takes her napkin from where it was tucked into her shirt and wipes your face clean. You shake your head a little, not liking the rough cloth against your skin, but Yelena grips your chin so that she can get the rest of it.

“There you go! All clean,” she beams, scratching a sensitive spot behind your ear that immediately makes you start purring, pressing your cheek against her palm.

“Since when did you get an omega?” Natasha snorts, amused with the way her sister stares down at you with such affection. She knows Yelena has never been one for traditional relationships, even beyond the ways in which they were programmed out of it under Dreykov, so seeing her so easily take care of you with such immediate fondness was a surprise.

“She’s not my omega, Natasha,” Yelena rolls her eyes. You pout nipping her fingertips and earning yourself a very unconvincing glare. “You know we don’t mate like that.”

“I’m very aware, thank you,” Natasha deadpans. “And you know what I meant. Practically all the girls have omegas that - in any other context - would be their mate. I just didn’t think you were interested.”

“Well, maybe I never had a chance to be interested with how busy you kept me. So you should really be blaming yourself for your poor little sister being so lonely all the time.” Even though this is typical bickering for the two, the hint of bitterness in Yelena’s voice upsets you, and you scramble up to her lap, deep purrs rumbling in attempt to soothe the alpha. Yelena smiles at you softly, cupping your face in her hands and turning you to face Natasha. “Besides, maybe I just made an exception. After all, how could anyone resist this face!”

The next morning, you aren’t greeted with Yelena’s face as the kennels swing open. You try to hide your disappointment as Helen urges all of you out of the door. Helen has taken on the role of a sort of personal trainer for the Widows, and her penchant for sparring makes her the favorite of some of the rowdier omegas, who start barking and trying to tackle her as she opens the door.

When you don’t come out of your cage, Helen ducks her head in to see you curled up in the corner: sweaty, pupils blown out, burying yourself as deep into your blankets as you can. The alpha shakes her head, clearing her head of the desire to drag you out and pin you down right there.

“Early heat again? We really have to get Melina to check you out.” She huffs, pulling you out and clipping a leash to your neck. You start rubbing your face against her legs, hoping that she’ll give some relief to the ache between your thighs. “Not yet, omega. You know the drill. The alphas that actually need you are going to take care of you.”

Despite the fact that all you want is to nest, you allow Helen to lead you away from the kennels, knowing that there will be some relief where she’s taking you. The slick between your legs feels cool as the air from the halls hits it. The two of you pass a few others as you walk, and you see the way that the alphas’ eyes are drawn to you like moths to a flame.

The room you’re led to is very familiar to you. Traditionally, it’s used as the Widows training room, with various equipment like targets and punching bags littered around. Grunts and growls fill the room as a few alphas work out, and the sounds make your body quiver. You pause in your tracks, ducking your head down and pushing your ass up, presenting for any alpha who would pay you attention.

“How pathetic, omega,” Helen laughs, letting your leash fall to the ground. She kneels down next to you, tilting your head up. “If I was in rut, you’d already be snug on my knot. But, like I said, few other gals need you more than I do right now.”

She ties your leash to a post near the center of the room, patting your head and leaving the room. You let out a whine from deep in your chest, and almost immediately the alphas that were working out stalk over to you.

“Aw, poor omega.”

“I could smell you the second you entered the room.”

“You’re desperate for it, aren’t you? Need to be bred?”

Your body goes limp as the three Widows start manhandling you into position. Fingers are thrust into you without any warning, arousal dripping down the Widow’s palm. You moan, thrusting back against the pressure as another Widow tugs down her pants and her strap bobs free, slapping against your face. They don’t even have to tell you to open your mouth, tongue already lolling out from panting and moaning as you’re pinned down to a bench.

Everything happens so quickly that you can barely register who’s fucking which hole. Endless moans and growls fill the room, rivaled only by the wet sounds of your cunt being thrust into roughly. You’re given no reprieve - the second that one alpha empties her strap into you and pops the knot free, another one slips hers in its place, using the cum dripping into you as lube for even sloppier thrusts.

It doesn’t end with just three alphas taking their fill - a couple more wander into the training room as you’re being bred and take the places of the ones who finally decide to tap out and go shower.

You’re eventually pinned down, face pressed against the ground and ass pulled into the air as two alphas see if they can fit both of their knots in your holes at the same time. A puddle of your own drool and some alpha spit soaks your cheek, eyes glazed completely over as you feel the pressure of the knotted strap being pushed slowly into your cum-filled ass. Your body shakes with climax as the alphas laugh as your hole swallows the knot, cum seeping from the sides and dripping down to your equally stuffed cunt.

The fog in your brain and the pulsing of your walls distracts you from the sudden feeling of emptiness as the alphas slip out of you after a few minutes. Neither of the two left feel like helping you clean up. They exchange some words with each other that you can’t hear over the ringing in your ears, but you think that one of them says something over her comm.

Exhaustion takes over and your eyes close, even though you want nothing more than to crawl back to your kennel, you know your body would barely carry you an inch across the floor in this state.

That’s why you’re startled when you wake up in a pile of warm blankets. There’s no more stickiness between your thighs, like you’ve been gently wiped clean in your sleep. The temptation to nestle into the nest and fall back asleep is overwhelmed by the curiosity of your open cage door.

You wander out slowly and find Yelena sitting up against the wall across from your cage, playing with her phone. She sees you looking up sleepily at her and pats her lap, signaling for you to come lay down. You yawn and settle on her thighs, curling your body around her.

“Big day, huh omega? Helen told me that you were so tired that you weren’t going to be able to get back on your own, so I came and got you. I know you omegas like to nest, so I brought some extra blankets from my room, I hope you don’t mind.” Yelena strokes your hair, listening to the soft noises you make. “And if you want, you can come look and find others that you like.”

You open your eyes, giving her a puzzled look.

“I mean you can come sleep in my room, omega,” Yelena boops your nose. “Would be easier during your heat, yeah?”

Before Yelena can change her mind, you take the sleeve of her shirt between your teeth and start trying to drag her down the halls to her room.

Technically, Yelena was only supposed to let you sleep in her room for the duration of your heat so that she could help you through it without you having to be exhausted by the other Widows every day.

But no one was going to tell Natasha Romanoff’s little sister that she was breaking protocol.

Yelena worked you far more gently than the other Widows did - but she does tell you that her rut doesn’t come for another couple of weeks, so she’s not as “feral” as the others yet. You’re as excited to see that as you are for her to gently work you into endless orgasms through the week.

The last day of your heat brings you an unpleasant surprise. A visit to the doctor.

“Omega, stop tugging,” Yelena sighs. You’ve been spoiled for several days and now think that you can drag her away from the exam room with your leash that she clipped on you. “I promise, it will be quick. Plus, you get to meet mother. She will take good care of you.”

Once she coaxes you into the exam room with promises of treats and cuddles later, you immediately scurry into a corner, as far away from the other door as possible. Yelena rolls her eyes, picking you up even as you turn into dead weight in her arms, and puts you onto the table. You hate the feeling of the crinkly paper against your skin and start tearing it as you wiggle around.

“Stop that. You’re being naughty.”

You huff and pout until the door swings open, and you’re greeted by a doctor you’ve never seen.

“Yelena! So, this is the prized omega Natasha told me about,” the woman immediately pulled Yelena into a hug and steps back to admire you. “Hello, little one.”

You stare at her, blankly.

“No growling, that’s good.” The woman, Melina, you remember the other Widows calling her, taps a tablet screen. You lean over a bit to see what she’s looking at. Sometimes Yelena shows you funny things on her phone, but Melina’s screen is boring. Lots of numbers and words that you don’t understand. “She certainly is not showing any signs of adverse aggression. Has her heat been normal other than being early?”

“Yes, as far as I am aware.”

Melina taps a few more things on the screen, and you sigh. You’re bored with all this and want nothing more than to go back to the nest you’ve made in Yelena’s bed. You start looking around the room, tilting your head at the various posters with tips on alpha and omega health. While you’re distracted, Melina gestures to Yelena to prop you up on all fours.

You squeak as you’re moved and yelp when Melina’s cold, gloved hands make contact with your skin. Yelena holds you in place so that you can’t squirm away.

Melina goes through the routine that you’re pretty used to by now, but her hands are much more clinical than Lerato’s gentle touch. Still, she isn’t rough with you. Just thorough.

She has you open your mouth, pulling your lips up so that she can check your teeth.

“Nice strong canines. I bet she’s bruised you with these, Yelena.”

“Mom.”

“Just observing!” Melina laughs at her daughter’s embarrassment as she glides her hands down to your chest, checking for any abnormalities. It’s getting hard for you to focus as she prods and squeezes you, especially Yelena’s breath hitting your cheek as she praises you for staying still. You can’t help the whine that escapes when Melina pinches your nipples. “Reactive. Good.”

Yelena watches you carefully as Melina proceeds with inspecting you. Your eyes flutter shut as you feel her spread your folds apart, running her fingers gently over them. It’s nothing explicitly sensual, Melina is very professional and clinical as she circles your clit to see your reaction, but it’s enough to make you shudder and moan.

“Good girl,” Yelena hums against your forehead. “You are being a very brave pup.”

“Everything seems okay to me,” Melina says, pulling her fingers away from you and snapping her gloves off and into the trash. You lean your body against Yelena’s, silently begging to be done here so you can go back to bed. “Heat changes are not unusual, especially with so many horny alpha hormones around. I would not worry about it too much, but I can check in with you again next month to see if she gets back on track. Having a consistent alpha will help as well.”

Yelena nods, not listening very much past Melina saying that you’re okay. She says goodbye to Melina and leads you back to her room, not needing the leash for the walk back. She whistles while you walk, and you bump against her legs affectionately.

Once you’ve returned, you immediately tug on Yelena’s pants and guide her to the bed. She laughs, lifting you up and dropping you in the middle of all of the blankets and clothes that you’ve gathered for your nest there. You roll over, pushing your ass in the air and presenting for the alpha.

Your alpha.

“Eager omega,” Yelena laughs, fingers immediately finding your cunt. She doesn’t waste any time teasing you - it’s clear that you’ve gotten worked up enough from your inspection. You push back against her fingers, but she moves away. You whine. “Don’t worry, I am not going to leave you hanging. I just need to grab a toy.”

Slick drips down your thighs as Yelena returns, placing a hand on your lower back to steady you as she guides her strap into you. You moan as you’re filled. You feel the knot of the strap pressing up against your hole, still too big for you to take right now. Yelena fucks into you steadily, pulling you back against her cock in smooth rhythmic motions.

“You’re so pretty like this, omega. Desperate to be taken,” Yelena growls. She leans over and presses herself against your back, tugging your hair so that she can have access to mark up your neck. Her hips thrust harder into you, and you feel the beginnings of the knot edging into your cunt. You yelp as she gives a particularly hard thrust, one that would have you collapsing if she weren’t using her other arm to support you. “I want you to cum when I knot you. Can you do that, omega? Come on, cum for me. ”

Yelena pushes her knot into your weeping cunt, and your entire body shakes with the intensity of being filled. Her fingers meet your clit, rubbing the swollen bundle of nerves until you do finally collapse as your orgasm washes over you. She gives you a moment to breathe, her body solidly on top of you still like a weighted blanket. She leaves kisses behind your ear, along your neck and back, as she whispers how good of an omega you are.

You’re rolled over after a few moments, still snug on Yelena’s knot. She pulls you closer to her so that she can properly spoon you, wrapping her arms around your waist.

“Later you have to have a bath, omega. You’re sweaty.” You grumble. “Don’t make that noise. My bathroom is much nicer than the ones all the omegas get bathed in. You will like it much better for sure. Plus, I need one too. We can share, okay?”

A purr rumbles through your chest in response.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

“Ugh! Where is it?” Yelena throws her clothes around the room, making a bigger mess than there already was. You watch shirts fly over your head as you sit on the bed in your nest, watching a video that Yelena pulled up on her tablet to keep you from crawling around underfoot. “We’re going to be late at this rate.”

There’s a knock at the door before it swings open, and you happily yip as Natasha enters.

“We’re going to be late, Yelena.” Natasha looks over at you and gives you a tiny wave.

“You think I don’t know that!” Yelena groans. “I’m looking for a very specific shirt. The one that Kate gave me last time we visited. You didn’t take it, did you?”

“Why would I take it?” Natasha rolls her eyes. “You’re the one always stealing my shit.”

Yelena gasps. “That is not true! Don’t listen to her, omega.”

Natasha chuckles and looks at you watching her sister. It’s sweet, the way that the two of you interact. She never thought that Yelena would decide to mate. She never pushed the conversation, but her sister always seemed to dance around it whenever Melina would bring it up. She notices you laying in your nest and smirks.

“Hey, Yelena.”

“I know we’re late!”

“No, not that. Did you check your nest?”

Yelena scrunches up her eyebrows and looks to the bed. You wiggle excitedly as her attention is back on you, but her mouth drops agape. “My shirt! You’ve been laying on it this whole time?”

You growl when Yelena tries to take the shirt from under you. She rolls her eyes and snatches it, shoving it into her very full suitcase.

“Alright, I’m packed now!” Yelena struggles to zip it, but manages after some shoving. “I cannot believe you got us the Avengers private jet, Natasha.”

“It’s not a private jet,” Natasha rolls her eyes.

You listen to the two banter while Yelena clips your leash on. You know that you’re going to visit Yelena’s friend, which excites you. But you haven’t been outside the Red Room Headquarters since you were first captured all those years ago. Yelena calms your nerves as she and Natasha guide you onto the imposing aircraft.

There’s a few other people on board, who all greet Natasha fondly. You nervously sit close to Yelena’s legs, giving people’s hands a polite sniff when they reach out to you.

You haven’t flown in years, so you’re a little shaky from the occasional turbulence. Yelena pulls you into her lap and offers you a treat which you eagerly take without second thought. After a few minutes, drowsiness takes over your body and you find yourself snuggling deeper into Yelena’s embrace.

“You can rest, omega. I’ll wake you when we land.”

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Magnolia - Din Djarin x Reader

Magnolia (Magnolia) - Meaning: Dignity, perseverance

Summary: Din is blackmailed by Peli into going to the doctor for the first time since he took his Creed. The doctor is not what he expected.

Pairing: Din x Reader (3rd person POV)

Word Count: 2386

Warnings: 3rd person POV, Peli being a bit of a bully, no Grogu, probably inaccurate Star Wars medical practices, Din being mysterious, tattooed!Din, needles/hyposprays, brief helmetless!Din but not in front of reader, awkward!Din warming up to someone, slight touch-starved!Din if you squint

Day 16 is the longest so far! This was supposed to be the first chapter of a series featuring Din and a doctor love interest, but I think it works here too. Also, today is my anniversary with my partner, so I'm dedicating this to him! 13 years together, 9 married. Holy shit, where does time go?

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“I don’t wanna hear it, Mando!” the older woman exclaimed, “Doc, you here? Sit down, would ya? You’re makin’ me nervous. Doc?”

A modulated voice said something she couldn’t make out as she made her way out of the exam room to the waiting area. Peli was facing her, hands of her hips, but her attention immediately went to she silver-clad form of a man sitting on a chair in her waiting room. His head was covered with a shiny helmet, his gloved hands resting on his thighs, and even though she couldn’t read his expression on his face she could see the tension in his form.

“Good, you’re here,” Peli said to her, “My friend Mando here,” she jerked her thumb over her shoulder to the man, “has just informed me that he hasn’t been to a doctor since he was a child, and in his line of work that seems really stupid so I dragged him here, you got time for an exam?”

“Of course,” she said, “but I feel it needs to be said that I don’t usually perform exams on unwilling patients…over the age of 8, that is.” She smirked. And the Mandalorian’s helmet tilted as if in disbelief. He rose to his feet, his full height and breadth unfolding to take up much more space than she’d initially thought.

“Fine,” the modulated voice said, ”Let’s get this over with.”

Peli’s smirk read of something deeper than concern for her beskar-clad friend, but she didn’t have time to parse it for meaning as the Mandalorian made his way toward where she stood in the doorway between the exam room and the waiting room. She stepped aside and held out an arm to usher him into the small room.

“Thanks, Doc,” Peli said, “Send him back my way when you’re done, I’ve got his ship.”

“Will do,” she replied, now understanding more about how Peli was able to manhandle such a large, broad person into her clinic.

The bell above the front door jingled as Peli left, leaving her alone with the Mandalorian. She would’ve been more uncomfortable if it weren’t for the numerous sharp instruments within her reach, as well as the hidden blaster strapped under the exam table.

One couldn’t be too careful on Tatooine.

The Mandalorian was looking around the small room, possibly assessing for threats until she cleared her throat, getting to work mode.

“So I think we can just run a few tests and do a quick workup, nothing invasive. That should placate Peli, at least.”

“Okay,” he said through the modulator, standing stiffly in the middle of the room as she busied herself with grabbing a holopad and passing it over to him.

“Fill this out,” she said quickly, busying herself with grabbing supplies for a blood draw and a retinal scan.

“Um,” the voice said from behind her and she paused, turning toward her patient, “I, uh, I don’t know my birth date.”

“That’s okay, just an approximate age is fine.” She went about her business, prepping a few vaccines and a bacta hypospray just in case while his gloved fingers tap-tapped on the holopad. When she was finished, she turned and leaned back against the counter and watched him as he finished.

It didn’t take a doctor to note the obvious power of the Mandalorian’s body, half-bent over the holopad on the exam table. She scanned his posture, the way he held himself as he tapped with his right hand and noted a few things she wanted to mention. With how well-muscled he had to be under the heavy beskar, she figured he had a physically demanding job, and it was then she remembered Peli mentioning a bounty hunter friend of hers.

He was silent as he finished and passed her the holopad. Under the ‘Name’ field he’d put simply, ‘Mando’ and she couldn’t help the smile that rose on her face. As a race, Mandalorians were notoriously secretive.

Scanning the rest of the info sheet, she saw he mentioned back pain and bad knees as places of concern. Other than that, she didn’t see anything glaringly off.

“Okay, this all looks about right for your estimated age, but I still want to take some blood and update your vaccinations,” she glanced at him from under her lashes and he grunted in what she assumed was assent. “Can you take your, um,” she gestured to the armor adorning his thick arms, not knowing what they were called, “arm pieces off? I’ll need to get in your veins there.”

The Mandalorian hesitated, going eerily still. If she wasn’t mistaken, she thought she heard a sharp intake of breath through the modulator. Tension rose within the room, but she was well-trained so she turned her back to him to offer a little privacy and used the moment to sanitize her hands and pull on a pair of exam gloves, pleasantly satisfied when she heard the clanking of armor being shed and the heavy pieces being carefully placed on the table.

She turned back around and watched him rolling up the sleeves of his flight suit, exposing his muscular arms up to his biceps and she had to remind herself that she was a professional — salivating over a patient was unethical. With a deep breath she went back into Doctor mode, assessing his arms for easy-to-access veins.

A hiss sounded from him when she palpated his inner elbow and she looked up at his blank t-shaped visor.

“Did that hurt?” she asked.

The helmet shook, “Cold hands.”

She smiled, “Sorry, should’ve warned you. Kind of ironic isn’t it?”

“What do you mean?”

“Considering it’s hotter than a Mustafarian volcano outside,” she explained, pressing further and finding a juicy vein. “Little pinch,” she said, using the prepped needle to pierce his golden-brown skin. If she wasn’t mistaken, she glimpsed the bottom edge of a tattoo hiding under his rolled-up sleeve.

When the vial was full, she pulled the needle out and took some of the prepared bacta gel across the small hole in Mando’s skin, then put a small bandage over it. “That can come off in half an hour. Let me get this sample going so I can get your results before you leave, then we can do the retinal scan.”

She moved toward the far side of the room toward her lab equipment, but a large hand on her wrist stopped her.

“Retinal scan?” Mando asked, helmet tilted in concern.

“Yeah, it’s really quick. Just to make sure your brain function is normal, no big deal,” she explained with a shrug. With how still he once again was, she guessed it was not, in fact, not a big deal to him.

From what little she knew of Mandalorian culture, their armor and weapons were sacred to them but he’d already taken off his arm pieces. Maybe something about the helmet was different?

“I…my Creed, uh, I can’t remove my helmet,” he said haltingly, removing his hand from her wrist.

It was her turn to tilt her head in confusion, “What, like ever? How do you shower?”

“I can take it off, but not in front of other living beings. If I did, I couldn’t put it back on.”

“Oh,” she breathed. She nibbled on her lower lip as she tried to think of a solution. She didn’t want to let him leave without the scan but at the same time she couldn’t ask him to break his Creed for a fifteen-second scan.

“Ah! Okay,” she exclaimed as an idea came to her. She grabbed the scanner off of its charger and put it on the exam table in front of him. “I’ll step out, you remove your helmet and run the scan yourself. It’s easy,” she said, sensing his hesitation, “Push this button here and hold the scanner in front of your eyes until it double beeps, about fifteen seconds, then you put your helmet back on and I’ll come back. Think that’ll work?” she asked, looking up at his visor hopefully.

After a few seconds, he replied “Yeah. That’ll work.”

Her smile widened and she nodded, “Let me get your blood tests going and then I’ll step out.”

Din’s POV

This was the exact reason he hadn’t been to a doctor since taking the Creed. Every Mandalorian covert had their own stash of medical supplies and were trained in first aid, so it never seemed important. He’d been cursing himself for mentioning his back pain to Peli until stepping into the Doctor’s office.

The fact that she was holding his ship pretty much hostage until he went to the Doctor was only part of what got him here.

To her credit, the Doctor had been respectful and considerate so far — her solution to his issue with the brain scan was simple, but spoke volumes to her character. Having only known her for a few minutes he could tell she was trustworthy, even though something in her eyes spoke of some hidden truths.

Not wanting to keep her waiting in the other room for long, he double checked his surroundings before removing his helmet, pushing the button on the scanner that she’d shown him, and waiting for the ‘beep-beep’ to signal it had finished.

He replaced his helmet and called her back into the room. She swept back in and smiled at him.

“That didn’t hurt too much, did it?” she asked in a joking tone that made him smirk. She was cheeky, this doctor.

“Virtually painless,” he said.

“Good, wouldn’t want to completely scare you off,” she joked again but his breath caught in his throat. She placed the scanner on its charging port and looked at the screen in front of her, assessing the results with a furrow in her brow.

Din took a moment to finally look at her. He’d already noticed how pretty she was, hair drawn back and up off her neck to combat the heat of the Tatooine suns. Her eyes were sharp and intelligent, and every time she’d looked his way he felt like she could see through the beskar he wore. Unknowingly, she’d already locked eyes with him a few times despite his helmet. While she looked over his results, she absentmindedly played with a necklace — some sort of pendant on a long silver chain — he didn’t see any more jewelry.

“Well, your brain looks normal. No irregularities or past concussions showing up, but I guess that’s what the helmet is for,” she said, glancing his way. He nodded.”You mentioned some back pain, which is normal for your age, but I can take a look and maybe get you some pain supplements.”

He nodded again and swept his cape aside, gathering it over one shoulder and exposing his jetpack.

“Well,” she said with a chuckle, “that’ll do it.” She grabbed a different scanner while he took off his jetpack. His entire spine straightened as he felt her fingers ghost along his lower back.

“May I?” she asked, and he swallowed hard, mouth suddenly dry.

“Yes.”

She gently lifted the back of his flight shirt, the coldness of her fingers raising goosebumps along his arms. The scanner she held chirped, and she dropped his shirt back into place.

“Just what I thought,” she said as he pulled the jetpack back on. “Looks like it’s muscular, not spinal, so I’ll throw some anti-inflammatory salve, and if you’d like, some pain supplement. A mild one,” she added.

“Thank you,” he said.

She crossed to a cabinet, bending down to open it and Din averted his gaze. From inside she extracted a small tin and a glass jar, cursing when she found it empty.

“Kriffing hell,” she muttered, “Sorry, looks like I’m out of the pain supplement. Outer Rim supply lines suck.”

“That’s okay,” he offered, but she was insistent.

“I feel bad now, getting your hopes up like that. I have something stronger but I figured with being a bounty hunter you’d want to keep your wits about you.”

“I appreciate that. The salve will do fine for now.”

“I mean, if you ever find yourself in a trading outpost or on Arvala-7, you could get some for yourself. I’ll write down the name.” She busied herself with that for a moment before another mechanical buzzing caught her attention.

“Ah, your blood results!” Fluttering past, she slipped the piece of flimsi into his gloved hand. He caught a whiff of her scent — night-blooming flowers and citrus, with a tinge of sweat.

She pursed her lips, and Din wanted to reach over and pull the bottom one loose with his thumb. All her touches had awakened something in him that he usually kept locked away. “Hmm…looks like you’re a little low on Potassium and a few different vitamins, but no major illnesses or viruses, which is good. No malignant bacteria hiding in your bloodstream either, no parasites…damn, that beskar keeps everything out, doesn’t it?”

She glanced his way, but kept on talking, “I’m still going to recommend a few vaccines, and a bit of a diet change. Let me guess, you mostly survive on ration packs?”

He nodded, “I do.”

“I’m going to suggest eating some more fruits in general, that’ll help with the vitamin deficiencies and the potassium. Ration packs are pretty nutritious, but with your lifestyle you burn through certain things quicker than others, so it’s best to supplement the packs. Just a few more hypos and you’ll be all set to go back to Peli with a clean bill of health. Any other questions or concerns?”

Part of him wanted to ask if she was busy later that night, especially when they locked eyes under his helmet. His mouth went dry, and all he could manage was a shake of his head.

He cleared his throat, “No, no. Thank you, Doctor.”

“You are very welcome, Mando,” she said, handing him a small bag with papers and the salve inside.

“Din,” he offered before he could think about it.

“Hmm?”

He cleared his throat again, “My name is Din.”

Her smile was radiant and Din felt a flutter in his chest. “Nice to meet you, Din. Whenever you need me, I’m here.”

He reached out and shook her proffered hand. “I’ll be sure to take you up on that, Doc.”

#writing challenge #fanfiction #in bloom #fluff #star wars fic #mando x reader #mando x you #the mandalorian #din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #din djarin fic #din djarin x oc

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certifiedlovergirlsstuff · 11 months

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Hey babe can u pls make Ethan (or Jack) x older reader? (I am 3 years older than him ☠️☠️) drink water n always try to sleep 8 hours ❤️

perfect opportunity to set a rule. i won't be writing for any real people. but I'm happy to write a little fluff piece for ethan! (i’m also two years older, little 2002 baby) also thank you for the love❤️❤️

reader is gender-neutral.

WC: 826

warnings: cursing

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“you’re fucking with us.”

“no, i’m not.”

the table got silent and then, “nah. no way you have a partner. especially an older partner.” chad planted his foot down. he knew ethan wanted a bit of respect in the friend group, but this was a huge fib.

ethan rolled his eyes, “when you say older it makes it seem like i’m dating a widower. they're just three years older. they work at the school library.” hoping that might give some type of autonomy for them to rack their brains about.

“dude, that doesn’t give us a single clue about them. we don’t study at the library twenty-four-seven like you.” tara pointed out.

“also most of us have easier classes,” mindy with her sarcasm. anika chided her girlfriend before asking ethan her own question, “how long have you been dating?”

ethan got a bit shy, head turning as he scratched his ear. “about three, almost four months.”

“oh, shit. ethan i didn’t know you had that much game.” chad cheered as he clapped ethan’s shoulder. ethan’s face showed confusion, “just three minutes ago you didn’t even believe i had a partner. now you're saying i have game?”

chad shrugged, “eh. still gotta meet this wonderful person that swept little ethan landry off his feet before i one hundred percent believe you.”

“i’m sure they are a lovely person,” anika tried to uplift ethan from the backhanded comments. “maybe we could meet them. if they're up for that?”

ethan smiled at his friend as he nodded his head. “i’ll- i’ll ask them. but they’ve mentioned before wanting to meet everyone.”

tara shimmed her shoulders and awes, “so you talk about us? hope it’s all good stuff.” fist to her cheek as she smiles.

“yeah- yeah. always- always good things.” ethan messed with the pages of his textbook. his homework was forgotten once you became the topic of discussion.

“you two have sex yet?” mindy outright asked. everyone exclaimed loudly, chad was also curious. tara and anika argued with the twins' childish antics.

“you don’t have to answer that ethan.” tara reminded him. she swatted chad’s shoulder. the boy exaggerated the pain the five-foot girl caused to his muscled shoulder.

ethan didn’t even have a chance to stutter out any comment. there was a yell of his name and everyone turned their heads towards the noise. and when ethan turned a smile lit up his face and he jumped from his seat. his head of bouncing curls and jacket pushed by the wind as his converse-clad feet carried him halfway across the campus grounds to your open arms.

your arms over his shoulders and his around your waist. he lifted your feet off the ground, face tucked into his neck, and gave your bodies a twirl, once then twice before stopping in place. you leaned back, hands sliding from behind and cupping his cheeks as he held your hips.

“hi, pretty boy.” a kiss to his waiting lips. he hummed at the touch before you pulled away.

“hi, baby.” another peck between lips. “i’ve missed you.”

a light chuckle, “i saw you this morning.” a hand pushing curls around.

he gave your hips a squeeze, “well now you're making it sound like a bad thing. can’t i miss my favorite person?”

the corner of your mouth quirked up. something over ethan’s shoulder caught your attention and it brought a tilt to your head. from the corner of your eye, you could see ethan’s brows furrow in the middle.

“what?”

you nicked your chin, “there is a group of people behind you just watching us like starving hawks.” right hand left ethan’s features and gave a timid wave to the little group. they all turned away except for a guy who waved back enthusiastically before a girl hit his shoulder.

ethan turned his body, one arm holding you to his side as the other pushed hair from his forehead. he sighed, “those starving hawks are my friends. who happen to believe you don’t exist.”

looking away from his friends and attention turned to his side profile. your eyes detailed the shape of his nose and the point of his cupids bow along with the speckled freckles.

“well,” arm around his waist hugged him tight, “why don’t i introduce myself? hope they're not disappointed i'm not a unicorn.”

you pulled away from ethan, arm running along his back before catching his hand and tugging him behind you. a look over your shoulder and the flush to ethan’s chubby cheeks, it just made you fall even deeper into the tight grasp that was wrapped around your heart.

your so lucky ethan landry walked into your life on that random wednesday.

feet stopping at the head of the table, ethan behind your shoulder with hands still held. a beaming smile parted your lips while giving a gentle wave to the four pairs of watchful eyes.

“hi, i’m y/n l/n, ethan’s partner.”

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Faithless

Savior Complex Part Two

Lottie Matthews x Natalie Scatorccio x Fem!Reader

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sypnosis: Sick with guilt, scared of every shadow, hungry and stubborn, this is no way to live life. You lay in the attic all day, let the world pass you by, watching as memories play over and over, but there is blood on your hands and in your teeth. You can never get it off.

a/n: another au where coach ben didn’t burn down the cabin bc again… i am not dealing w that ❤️ and also I WANTED HURT/COMFORT SO I WROTE HURT/COMFORT. DEAL W IT. i hope you all enjoy!!

warnings: mentions of death, cannibalism, swearing, depression, suicidal ideation, tell me if i missed anything!!

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You will never forget the sound his body made as he landed in the bottom of the pit. You will never forget that first moment you saw him, when all you saw was his still body and the blood. You will never forget the moment you had realized what had happened, when you saw the spikes and the blood, and you realized what his stillness meant.

Maybe the way that your mind had forced you into this loop where you constantly though about it was why you had these dreams.

Another night, another nightmare, and you shoot up straight in the flimsy mattress you call a bed. Natalie and Lottie’s arms fall from around you, and you push them off, the blankets off, everything away, because you can’t stand to be warm when he never will be warm again.

You cry. You cry. You didn’t know it was possible to cry this much, for your starved and hungry body to hold this much tears.

“Don’t cry, don’t cry,” someone is whispering, brushing the hair out of your face, and someone else just wraps themselves around you so you won’t hurt yourself or them in your frenzy.

Lottie kisses your shoulder and mumbles something. A prayer, maybe. You feel numb again.

Natalie takes your face in her hands, stares into your eyes, but it feels like she’s a ghost. You want to stare into her soft eyes, you want to kiss her, you want it to be how it was- but you just look through her.

She touches your temples.

“What is happening in here?” she whispers, her voice full of such genuine confusion, and when you can finally stare into her eyes, you realize she’s crying.

“I don’t know,” you whisper back, your voice scratchy from not being used. “I don’t know.”

She wipes away your tears, taking a deep breath and wrapping herself around you tighter, so your face is pressed into her chest. She sets her chin on top of your head.

And she holds you like that for a long time until she must think you’re asleep, so she guides you to lay down in that same position, the room quiet except for soft breaths.

“I-I don’t know how to help her, Lot.”

Lottie scratches your scalp. She doesn’t speak. She doesn’t know either.

—-

As soon as you woke up, you knew this day would be as worst as the last. So, like the day before, you didn’t wake up. After a while, Natalie detangles herself from you and Lottie, heading downstairs.

Since the hunt, Natalie had been the only one to leave the attic. Lottie had reopened all of her cuts and bruises in the aftermath, aggravating every sore spot in her body.

It was hard for her to get up and down the stairs.

But at least she had a reason.

You had turned into this black hole of a thing, sucking in breath and warmth and attention and letting out nothing in return.

Even now, as you lay on your side, Lottie pressed against your back, she’s trying to keep you warm, trying to make you feel better- running her hands through your scalp.

And if it was the before, if you still had some semblance of faith left in you- if you could believe that the world held something good in it, you would love it. You would love her attention and her comfort.

But every time you close your eyes you see his tiny bloody body. You feel the blood sinking under your skin. You hear the sound as he fell and landed.

You aren’t a person anymore. You’re a black hole, and all you can do is take.

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It’s not hard to realize that Natalie and Lottie are treating you like glass. And maybe you would be annoyed if you didn’t feel like glass.

You haven’t been able to eat since the hunt.

And you know they’re trying to be kind to you and your grief, but every time Nat looks at you in the light, she looks so concerned. You know you must be looking horrible, hungry and dirty.

Nat looks at you as she passes Lottie’s cup to her, full of meat that the scent of sends a sharp pang of hunger through your stomach. Lottie moves away from you so you don’t have to smell it or hear her chew it.

“You should really eat,” Natalie whispers. “I can find something for you.”

You look through her. And you know she notices it too by the way her shoulders drop.

“I’m tired,” you murmur softly, and you are. You’re tired of living the same memories every time you close your eyes. You’re tired of the hunger in your stomach.

You look down, fixing the blankets around you.

You can still feel her eyes on you. She doesn’t stop looking.

Lottie sets her metal cup onto the floor, untouched, and you look up in shock. Food is a commodity here. She should eat it before it gets cold. You would if you could.

“We know you’re scared,” she says, crawling gingerly towards you. You look at the floor and bring your knees to your chest. “But you can’t let your fear drive you to death.”

You scoff, automatically, because at you’re core you’re just a teenager girl who can’t fathom the notion of death.

“I’m serious,” Lottie whispers, her voice falling softly. She places her hand on your chest. “Breathe. In and out-”

“Lottie,” Nat says, her voice soft for you but her tone stern. Lottie rolls her eyes and turns back to you.

And it’s so casual, and so them, that you can help but smile.

They both seem a little shocked for a moment, but your smile doesn’t falter, too caught up in such a before moment, that they quickly slap their own smiles on their faces just so you’ll keep smiling.

Nat places her hand on your knee, still drawn up to your chest-

“We love you,” she says. And it’s just so true and so obvious that you believe her.

And even though you don’t know if you’ll ever not feel this horrible black hole in your chest, they love you.

When the first tears come, Natalie just wipes them away with her thumbs. But when they come like a rain storm, and your sharp breathes sound like thunder, she doesn’t bother trying to stop them.

Lottie comes behind you and wraps her arms around your waist, letting you fall against her, and the tight ball you had wound yourself up into falls. Natalie gets on her knees and presses your face to her chest.

“I love you,” Lottie whispers. “We love you.”

And they whisper it so many times the phrase starts to sound funny.

“It’s okay,” Nat whispers, because she has always been the type of person to throw a band-aid over a bullet hole. “It’s gonna be okay.”

“And it doesn’t feel like it,” Lottie continues, “But I know it will come. And you don’t have to do anything unless you want to, and… and we’ll always be here to make you do the stuff you have to do, no matter if you want to do it.”

It does not take away the fact that you feel like a black hole. It does not make Javi alive again. It doesn’t make you feel any less guilty.

But it makes you feel loved.

You are faithless, but maybe they have enough faith for the three of you.

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erinawritesheadcanons2 · 9 months

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Hello! Would it be possible to get head canons of Jeff with an S/O who is touch starved? Also I love your work sm❤️

Jeff the Killer, Homidicial Liu and Jane Killer with a S/O Who is Touch Starved

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A/N: I hope you don't mind Anon that I add Homidicial Liu and Jane the Killer. Also, warning that this chapter might contain some violence and profanities. Anyway, thank you for giving me this request Anon.

Warning: Light NSFW

Gender: Neutral

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Jeff The Killer

Since he is tall and a little bit sturdy. Jeff The Killer would give a warm cuddle for you if you are touch starved and wants him to hug you.

Sometimes, he would also kiss your head when you ask him or not even ask him. He is surprising can be a bit touch starved too despite being a killer.

He would also gently stroke your hair and live some butterfly kisses on your nose if he is in his teasing mode and wanted to see you giggle.

He can be a little bit perverted though because he would also smack your ass when he is a bit horny. Or lightly pinch your butt without hurting you. He does this if he is bored and there is nothing to do.

If you want him to hold you and kiss you. He would hug and kiss you but you had to ask him directly because he won't understand shit if you just give him codes. He's insensitive.

He does get annoyed that you want his hugs and kisses but you were not telling him directly because he prefers you telling him directly or he would keep saying "Oi! I don't even understand what the heck you just said!" His brain is lagging.

Sometimes, it was not only you who is touch starved, to be honest, but he would also demand cuddles from you out of nowhere. Just go straight pulling you to the bed or to the couch to hug you.

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Drops of crimson liquid dripped from the blade, forming a macabre dance of red onto the metallic sink. Jeff's face remained impassive as he scrubbed away the evidence of his latest gruesome encounter. Drops of water splattered onto the tiled surface as he rinsed the blade. The air was thick with a mix of clean water along with droplets of blood.

(Y/N) leaned against the doorway, a slight sigh escaping your lips as you watched Jeff the Killer engrossed in his task. (Y/N) found their mind wandering, yearning for something more engaging as you keep watching the white hooded killer to be done with cleaning his weapon after the mission that was given by the faceless man.

Lately, it seemed like his attention had been increasingly consumed by his missions and tasks, leaving little room for the simple moments they cherished. The thought of cuddling up with him, sharing quiet moments away from the shadows of his eerie life, tugged at (Y/N)'s heart.

With a final satisfied wipe of the cloth, Jeff the Killer set aside his gleaming knife, his scarred features shifting into an expression of casual nonchalance. Jeff the Killer's scarred hands moved as he prepared the mac and cheese. He poured the pasta into the boiling water, the sound of bubbling filling the air as he stirred the mixture with a wooden spoon.

His gaze remained focused on the pot, his mind seemingly absorbed in the task at hand. As the pasta cooked to perfection, he reached for the powdered cheese packet, tearing it open and pouring its contents into a waiting bowl. The next thing he did is drain the cooked pasta and added it to the bowl along with the cheese.

Carrying the steaming bowl of mac and cheese, the white hooded killer entered the living room with a spoon inside of the bowl. As he set the bowl down on the table, he noticed (Y/N) standing there, your gaze fixed on him with longing and boredom. "What the hell are you staring at?" he asked in a low, husky tone as he tilts his head to the side a little bit.

(Y/N)'s eyes softened as she/he/they watched Jeff staring at you from far away with eyebrows raised in confusion. With a small smile playing on your lips, (Y/N) opened their/her/his arms in a clear invitation, a silent request for a comforting hug. "Hey, come here," you murmured gently, your voice carrying a mix of affection and longing.

However, Jeff's scarred brow furrowed slightly, his scarlet-ringed eyes narrowing as he struggled to grasp the context of the situation. Growing increasingly impatient, (Y/N)'s smile faded into a faint frown as they observed Jeff the Killer's continued confusion. With an exasperated sigh, (Y/N) crossed their arms, your annoyance evident in the furrow of your brows. "Jeff, seriously?" (Y/N) huffed, your tone tinged with a mixture of amusement and frustration. "I just want to cuddle, okay?" you finally admitted.

A flash of understanding finally crossed Jeff's scarred features, his lips curling into an amused grin as he rolled his eyes playfully. "Well, you could've just said so," he remarked, his tone carrying a hint of mock exasperation. With a step closer, he finally wrapped his arms around (Y/N), pulling her/him/them into a warm embrace as they settled onto the couch.

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Homidicial Liu

Even though he's not as big as Jeff, he is surprisingly can be warm so don't worry about feeling uncomfortable. With his iconic scarf, you could cuddle together.

Liu does like the hug that he has gotten from you but sadly Sully is not as welcoming as him so it is pretty tricky if you are touch-starved and wants him to hug you.

Sully rarely likes hugs unless he is in his emotional wreck and needs some comfort. If you try to hug him. Not only he would shove you away but he would give you the closest glare and scoff at you before telling you, he does not want a hug

As a result. He does not always hug you because he knows Sully is going to be pissed off and he might accidentally hurt you as Sully going to be straight pushing you away from him.

If you are touch-starved. he is going to make sure the other side of him still has not woken up so he could hug you when Sully is still asleep and sneak some little nose kisses.

Also, he would also put his scarf on you as the two of you cuddle together when you need some hugs from him and surprisingly he would prepare some hot chocolate for the two of you.

Don't even think of touching the scars on his face. That is actually one of the triggers that would awake Sully. You might don't know but Sully is very protective of Liu.

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In the tranquil embrace of the night, (Y/N) reclined on the bed, the soft glow of their bedside lamp casting a warm halo around you. Laying there, lost in the melodies that you are currently hearing through your headphones. The music served as a gentle companion as they awaited the arrival of certain someone with scars on his face.

Steeping through the Front door. A male with a scarf on his neck finally returned to your house with a sigh of relief escaping his after a gruelling mission by the faceless man. The dim light of the hallway illuminated the exhaustion in his eyes, his dishevelled hair is the proof he is done with the mission he had given as he made his way into the living room.

A faint sound caught Homicidal Liu's attention as he stood in the living room, the weariness from his mission still lingering. His scarlet-ringed eyes flickered towards the staircase, his senses heightened as he registered the soft, rhythmic footsteps echoing from above. With a mixture of curiosity and anticipation, he turned his gaze upwards, his brows furrowing slightly in wonder.

Homicidal Liu's weary expression lit up with a genuine smile as he watched (Y/N) descend the staircase, each step bringing them/him/her closer to him. The weight of his mission seemed to momentarily fade into the background, replaced by the sheer happiness that their presence brought him. His scarred features softened as he took in the sight of you.

(Y/N) approached Homicidal Liu with a gentle smile, your (e/c) eyes carrying a hint of shyness and affection. As you reached his side, your fingers played with the hem of his shirt before you timidly opened your arms, a silent invitation for him to embrace you. "I miss you so much, Liu. I was really lonely," (Y/N) mumbles but loud enough for him to hear their/her/his every word.

With a warm yet tender smile, he willingly enveloped them in his arms, drawing them close in a comforting embrace. "I miss you too, (Y/N). The mission was really hard, those hunters almost caught us when we were going out," Liu mutters, keep holding (Y/N) close to his arms.

Hidden inside Liu's body, Sully observed the scene before him with a barely concealed eye-roll. As he watched Liu and (Y/N) hugging each other, a mixture of annoyance and anger flickered across his features. He had seen this display of affection countless times, and though he understood their connection, he couldn't help but find it dramatic like those scenes from the movie.

Feeling a slight shift in the atmosphere, Homicidal Liu gradually pulled away from the embrace with (Y/N), his scarlet-ringed eyes catching a glimpse of Sully's nonchalant demeanour. A faint furrow formed between Liu's brows as he registered Sully's subtle reaction. Sensing a hint of discomfort, he turned his attention back to (Y/N), a gentle smile gracing his lips. "Sorry," he murmured softly, his tone laced with sincerity as he glanced at you.

The gree eye killer eyes held a warmth as he spoke softly to (Y/N), his fingertips lightly brushing against theirs. "How about we cuddle later?" he suggested, his voice carrying a soothing tone. "Let me clean up a bit first and wait until Sully is calm." (Y/N)'s eyes softened as she/he/they nodded in understanding, your smile reflecting your affection for your green eye killer boyfriend. "Of course," you replied, (Y/N) voice gentle as they/she/he squeezed his hand briefly.

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(Picture is not mine. Credit to the owner. I got this GIF from Tenor).

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Jane the Killer

Jane might not be as muscular and sturdy as Jeff The killer as she is slightly smaller than him but that does not mean you cannot ask her for a hug.

Actually, she might be a better person for cuddling if you are her GIrlfriend and you are touch-starved. She could sense you want her hug even if you did not ask her directly.

And she is more cuddly as well as more sensitive than Jeff so even just a little code of a little body movement that signalling you want some cuddles. She would be there to hug you.

The only difference is that she does not like PDA whereas Jeff is much more shameless when it comes to PDA so don't ask her for a cuddle when there are tons of people. She won't do it. Jane loves cuddling with you but SHE IS SHY when it comes to PDA.

Instead, ask her at the appropriate time when the two of you are alone in the bedroom and want some cuddles. She would immediately hug you.

She would even give a nose kiss and a forehead kiss when the two of you two are cuddling together. Nose Kisses mostly when she is in her playful mode whereas her forehead kisses when she is also as touch-starved as you.

Also, Jane luckily is not as Perverted as Jeff the Killer so she is not going to touch you everywhere and would only just touch the part of you body that you allow her to touch. her hands not gonna wonders around.

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The air was charged with a mix of frustration and disbelief as (Y/N) stood before Jeff the Killer, (Y/N)'s arms crossed and their expression a mixture of irritation and incredulity. "Jeff, seriously? You stole my apple pie?" you exclaimed. Her/his/their voice is a blend of annoyance and disbelief. Jeff's nonchalant demeanour did little to quell (Y/N) anger, and you could feel your temper rising. "I didn't steal anything," he replied with a casual shrug, a mischievous grin playing on his lips.

(Y/N)'s annoyance reached its peak, his/her/their patience wearing thin as Jeff the Killer continued to deny his involvement in the missing apple pie. Your (e/c) eyes flashed with a mixture of anger and disbelief. "Jeff, if you don't admit it right now and give my pie back, I swear I'll take that knife of yours away," (Y/N) warned, your voice edged with a seriousness that cut through the room.

Jeff's grin faltered for a split second, his blue eyes narrowing as he sensed the intensity behind (Y/N)'s threat. The atmosphere shifted immediately from peaceful turn tense in one second. His fingers clenched into fists, the tension radiating from his entire form. "You really want to play that game?" he growled, his voice low and dangerous.

As the argument between Jeff the Killer and (Y/N) escalated, the air crackled with tension, and Jeff's anger reached a boiling point. His blue eyes. Blazed with a furious intensity as he reached into his pocket and swiftly withdrew his gleaming knife. The metal glinted in the dim light, a stark reminder of the danger that lingered beneath his seemingly carefree exterior.

Sensing the escalating tension and the glint of the blade in Jeff's hand, (Y/N)'s (e/c) eyes widened with a mixture of fear and anger. (Y/N)'s heart raced, and instinctively, you took a step back, taking your own knife and sliding it into your hand from your pocket. Your breathing quickened as you mirrored his defensive stance

Jane the Killer's keen instincts picked up on the brewing storm between (Y/N) and Jeff the Killer, her black eyes narrowing as she sensed the impending clash. In a swift motion, she positioned herself between the two as she was running from the couch and going into the kitchen.

Her face held a stern expression as she fixed Jeff with an unwavering glare, her stance radiating a readiness to intervene. Turning her gaze to (Y/N), her demeanour softened slightly, a silent gesture that conveyed both understanding and the urge to de-escalate the situation. She extended a hand towards you. "Let's go to my room," she whispers.

Jane the Killer maintained her firm grip on (Y/N)'s arm as she led them away from the tense confrontation, guiding (Y/N) to her room. Her gaze is gentle as she noticed (Y/N)'s downcast expression. The silence between them spoke volumes, and without a word, Jane stepped closer to (Y/N), her arms enveloping them in a comforting hug. "It's okay, sweetie. I'm here, Jeff is not going to hurt you when I'm in here," she whispers soothingly.

(Y/N)'s shoulders relaxed as Jane's arms encircled around her/him/them. Slowly, (Y/N) returned the hug, their arms wrapping around Jane as they sought refuge in the comfort of the moment. The weight of the earlier confrontation seemed to lift as they clung to each other.

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(Picture is not mine, credit to the author by Asyaejderha)

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partyanimal167 · 1 year

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Hey i saw your post about wanting to do some law fics and i had an idea how about a law x fem or gn reader that is a excellent sworddswomen and can take out someone even with their sheth still on! ( like kagra from fairy tail the anime) but the catch is that when not fight shes super awkward and shy and flustered with him (because he saved her and she attracted to him and his character)Also could the fic being about their first meeting like asking her to join his crew and after time becoming a thing and going to dressrosa together, it could start with law telling the straw hats how they met

(Sorry i know thats a lot but i’ve had this idea for while now and would really appreciate it you can do it but its too much please let me know i dont want pressure you❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️)

Hi!!! Thank you so much for requesting. I'm super nervous to write about Law, but this is a really nice prompt to use. Plus, I'm so stoked that you referenced Kagura! I love Fairy Tail; that was the first fandom I wrote about when I was younger lol. I'm going to try to incorporate everything you wrote. I hope you enjoy it~

She's Just Shy, ok...- Law x F!Reader

CW: Fluff, canon au, nongraphic action, awkward reader (mood)

In hindsight, Law should have realized he wasn't lucky enough to have a normal person on his crew...but she was special to say the least...not that he would say it.

Law was trying his hardest to not break his mug as he watched you going at it with the Strawhat's swordsman. It was his fault though. He had been too deep into his studies and planning, so after continuously rejecting Zoro for a sparring match, it made sense that he would go after you. You were more of a challenge really. Law flexed that strength of his sword at any hint of danger, but you, oh, you weren't bothered by any threats at all. Few could tell the story of seeing your blade at all. A swordman's that used only her sheath, yeah Zoro would be all over that.

"TRA!!!"

Law nearly jumped out his skin when Luffy appeared hanging upside down from a rail. He grumbled into his mug. "What!"

He only laughed. "Y/n is so cool~ I bet Zoro is happy to have a strong person to fight with." he grinned. Law only grunted. "Hmm, maybe she could join my crew. OI! Zoro! Ask Y/n to-," Luffy groaned after being hit upside his head. "Nami! What was that for?"

The navigator rolled her eyes. "You can't go trying to steal people's crew members. What if someone tried to recruit Zoro?"

Luffy understood her point but still whined. "But she's so strong~ Zoro would like it!"

"She's not a pet!" Law argued back.

Luffy laughed. "Ooo, what about a competition! Y/N, would you join my crew if I beat Toroa at a game?"

You skidded across the floor and smiled at the goofy captain. "Sorry Lu-chan, I can't leave my captain yet." she beamed even as she blocked an attack from Zoro without looking. "I owe him too much." she grinned before turning her attention back to her opponent while Sanji threatened to starve Zoro if he so much as got a cut on your skin.

Luffy pouted. "Boo, I want her..."

"Be nice captain." Robin lightly chided. She turned to the doctor. "I am curious though. How did you two meet, Tra-guy?"

Your ears picked up the question. "Cap-captain, no! Don't tell them!" you nervously stammered and waved your hands.

Zoro raised a brow. "Why not? Couldn't be that bad." he grabbed a towel and tossed it to you. You wiped your face, neck, and bosom. He gulped down some water.

Seeing that your attention was back on him, Law relaxed a little. "It's nothing dramatic." he grumbled. "More embarrassing for me really..." he muttered.

"Huh???" everyone asked. For the doctor to admit that and not hold back was certainly something.

Law reclined back and spread his arms out. "I needed some assistance..."

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You were finally able to relax and enjoy the warm weather after spending the morning training. Sitting and meditating was a great way for you to recenter before continuing about your day. You found a nice tree and were wrapping up when a heard some loud commotion nearby.

You opened your eyes to see a group of shady-looking men running away. A few moments later, an anxious looking polar bear was running around searching while tears seemed to be flowing from his eyes. You cocked your head to the side curiously. The polar bear cried out. "Captain is going to kill me!!!"

His uniform seemed to be unique enough from the townspeople, but not quite individualistic. You stood up and stretched. You weren't sure what to do about what you saw and decided to head back to your solitary home in the woods.

You left the busier town and continued walking casually in the woods. You knew this path well seeing as this was your childhood area filled with palm trees and secret waterfalls. You neared the summit of a hill and tensed as you felt an odd, distinct air. You dodged a knife thrown at your head and rested your hand on your sword.

A few of those men from before jumped out of the bushes. "Hehe, seems the rumors were true. What is a woman like you doing with that on your hip?"

"Looks expensive too." another added.

You met their greedy gaze with little interest. So they're robbers. You took a couple steps forward dismissively before they jumped to attack. You quickly reacted and swung your body around to dodge. You shifted on one foot before swinging the other to land in one guy's face. It would have been an easy conflict except more men appeared.

You grumbled before tying up your hair and pulling your sword from your waist.

"You got some moves, missy. But now we really know you don't need that sword. Those work better when they're out of their sheaths." he commented rudely.

You took an offensive stance and dashed to quickly to slice the shocked robbers. It only took a couple slashes or two before each man fell to the ground with serious wounds. You rolled your shoulders before sighing. You just saw them not so long ago, so their stolen goods were probably still on them. You peaked in a couple bushes before pulling out a long sword. It was heavy in your hand. You wondered how hard it would be to find its owner. Oh maybe, that polar bear would know. You continued to admire the blade when you felt the air shift once more. You turned around to see a man bring up a large hammer to swing at you. You tensed to move, but-

"Room."

An odd light feeling surrounded you for a second before you were in the grasp of a stranger. You looked up confusingly as someone could just hold you with one arm then watched as the man froze. "You're- you're-, you're the Surgeon of Death!" the man only tch-ed at the accusation before rotating his hands and muttered. "Shambles."

You watched in shocked as the various men's body parts were dismembered before shuffling around and mixing with each other. Most of them were still knocked out though and wouldn't realize the uncanny circumstance until they woke up.

The man gently placed you down and you clenched onto the sword while bowing. "Oh my gosh, thank you so much! I should have totally seen that coming. How embarrassing!" the words blurted from your mouth.

The man's gold eyes looked at you with uncertainty. "Don't mention it..." he paused before reaching his hand out, "my sword, please."

You looked at his hand then clenched tighter on the sword. "Oh, huh, is this your sword?" you laughed awkwardly. "Oh jeez, heh, sorry here-,"

"Captain!!!" a high-pitched voice echoed up the hill before the polar bear from before appeared with tears still flowing.

You brightened! "Oh bear-chan!"

The bear stopped and looked at you. He immediately took a defensive karate pose in front of the man. "Did you take my captain's sword! You- you-, woman! I'll"

"Bepo," the man interjected annoyed. "This woman just defeated these robbers. Show her a little respect." The other immediately dropped his pose before bowing.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. Thank you for recovering, Kikuko!"

You scratched your cheek awkwardly and waved your hand. "Ah no problem at all. He saved my life!" you then turned and finally handed back the sword. "Thank you, again." you bowed. You straightened up. "I'm y/n."

The man seemed to relax more with the sword at his side finally. "Trafalgar Law. I'm sorry if we caused you trouble." he looked at his subordinate. "My sword was taken away while he was on watch."

"I'm sorry, Captain."

"Tch, this is why I don't take naps..." Law muttered. "We'll leave now. I don't want to bother you more."

"Wait!" you called out. "I have to repay you! That guy nearly took off your head."

Law shook his head. "If anything, we're even. I saw how you fought; you would have been fine."

Your face warmed at the compliment. "No, I insist!" Law seemed to see your stubbornness despite the flustered appearance.

"Fine."

....

Law should have known better than to get his hopes up at your seemingly normal appearance. After meeting you a couple times while at your island, you proved to have a formidable reputation that had the Marines constantly trying to recruit you though you continued to reject them. As you two got along, you were amazed by Law and his crew's tales of travels and adventure. You recalled all the commotion that happened when the Worst Generation was at Sabody as well as the Marineford War. You never planned on being a pirate necessarily, but you had your own goals that meant you needed to leave home.

Law didn't know why you were so nervous to speak to him all the time, so he was shocked when you were able to as him to join his crew without a stutter. He wasn't sure what to think. You were strong and smart. And as much as he thought that another mouth to feed would be a bother, he couldn't deny that you would be a good addition. He'd hope that you at least learn to hold a conversation with him without playing with your hands.

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"Law!!! You're so mean!" you wailed as you pushed your chest against the back of his head. He immediately blushed and tried to push you off. "I'm so embarrassed!" you clung onto him.

"Oh my god, I don't know why!" Law argued. You continued to fuss and Law shyly babied you in his arms.

The Strawhats were shocked by the softer scene in front of them. "He's surprisingly soft..." Robin noted.

Luffy groaned. "Oh boo, Tra is so lucky. No way she'll join us now." For some reason, he understood now.

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*sprinkles in some slight jealousy because we like that here.* Thanks for reading! I hope you liked it @dancingnewcat Please let me know how it is. I'm so happy to finally get a request~

Until next time~

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girlboypersonthingy · 1 year

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Hello!!!!!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Can i request Vi and Jinx x affectionate! clingy! Reader?

Reader absolutely loves to: hug, kiss cheeks, compliment others, cuddling (under blankets for extra warmth 😃) andddd nose boops

Am i annoying? 😃❤️❤️

OMFG CHILL THIS IS TOO CUTE 🤭 Not annoying at all, anon. Nose boops are the cutest! As always, I greatly appreciate the request. ENJOY~

VI 💘

When you’re in front of anyone, she’s like “ugh, (Y/N), please. I’m busy.” But when you’re alone together she’s like “YES GIVE ME MORE!” She loves the excess of attention and affection you give her after a long, stressful day. It calms her down so much.

She’s honestly so in love with you. If anyone else were to swoon over her and touch on her the way you do, she’d probably fly off the handle and cuss them out. You are the only exception. You get full VIP access to her.

Hugs: she cherishes your hugs so much. It’s never just a normal hug with you. You always wrap your arms fully around her torso and squeeze her as tight as you can and you don’t let go for a while. She’d stay like this in your arms forever if she could. When she’s upset or really angry, all you have to do is hug her and she’s instantly relaxing into your embrace. You’ve made her so soft, omfg

Cheek kissing: she can’t handle your cuteness. Anytime you press a gentle kiss to her cheek, she totally blanks on what she was just about to say or do. She turns her attention to you and just smiles like a lovesick dope. As she gets more used to you kissing her cheek, she starts to expect it and now every time you lean in to her, she whips her head towards you and catches your lips with her own. She just can’t get over the adorable and blushy face you make when her lips meet yours ever so softly.

Compliments: she’s terrible with accepting compliments from you. You say something like “you’re so beautiful.” “Wow, you’re so strong.” And she malfunctions. She just gets really quiet and can’t bring herself to look at you. I think she’s equally flustered and feeling guilty. She likes the compliments but she just doesn’t agree with you. She can’t understand how you can adore her so much. It’s like being touch starved but with words of affirmation. She just doesn’t know what to say or think when you say something sweet to her. I think she also feels guilty for never complimenting you back. She’s good with her fists, not with her words so she never really even responds when you compliment her. She just smiles a bit and continues with what she was doing. You don’t mind. Deep down, your words make her want to be a better person.

Cuddling: she’s definitely new to cuddling. Remember when I said it’s like she’s touch starved but with compliments? Yeah, she’s also actually touch starved. The only touch she’s felt for the past several years is prison guards man handling her and kicking her ass. So when you excitedly jump into bed with her and cling to her like a koala bear, she’s beyond happy. She lets you do whatever you want to her. You wanna be the big spoon? Cool. You wanna be the little spoon? Awesome. You wanna sleep face to face, your limbs all tangled with hers? Hell yeah! She loves it all. When you two are falling asleep together is when she’s the most open to your touch. It’s gotten to the point where she can’t sleep unless she can feel you up against her.

Nose boops: in public, she’ll give you a look like 😒 “you better chill.” But in private, boop her nose and watch her smile grow until her cheeks hurt. Recently, she’s started booping your nose while in public or in front of others. At first, you’re so obsessed with it, you love it! After a while tho, you’re like “Hey! It’s okay when you do it but I can’t boop you in public? Not fair!” And she’s just shrugging with a smug look on her face. “Fine. I’ll stop then.” “NNOOOOOO VIOLET PLEASE! I TAKE IT BACK!”

She’s totally into how clingy you are, it makes her feel important. Don’t take it personally when she doesn’t reciprocate the amount of love you show her. She’s still learning how to be in a relationship. She loves you just as much as you love her, but she has a hard time expressing it. If anything, because you always initiate the touching and loving on her, she just tries to follow along and learn from you. AH Y’ALL ARE SO CUTE 💕

JINX 🦋

Baby girl thinks you two are soulmates, lovers from a past life, a match made in heaven. She’s so clingy too, you can never get any work done when you two are in the same room.

It gets to the point where Silco has to put his foot down like “(Y/N)! Jinx! We have work to do. Now please separate and finish the task at hand.” “Yes, sir….” You mumble shyly as you two part.

As soon as he’s out of the room, you’re crawling into Jinx’s skin again. And she’s like “oh my god. We were apart for like 30 seconds, I MISSED YOU SO MUCH.” Y’all are inseparable.

Sometimes she wishes she could be the shirt that clings to your body or the pants that hug your hips so tightly and she never wants you to take her off. She wants you to wear her until she can’t be worn anymore, until she’s old and falling apart.

Hugs: Jinx thinks your hugs have some kind of magic healing power behind them. Her sister was never a big hugger and she didn’t really have anyone else to hug her as a child so every time you give her big bear hugs and lift her off her feet and twirl her around, she literally gains like 5 years to her life span I stg. Jinx loses it over the simplest things, she’s a loose canon after all. No matter what mood she’s in, yank her into your arms and squeeze her until all her breath has left her lungs. She loves the feeling of being trapped in your loving arms. If you squeezed her so hard you broke her rib or something, she’d refuse to get medical attention and tell you to never let her go. Pretty much every time you hug her, she buries her face in your neck and whispers “mmm harder.” She wants you to literally CRUSH HER WITH YOUR LOVE.

Cheek kissing: you kiss her cheek at least 157 times a day and she ALWAYS returns the gesture. It even gets competitive sometimes. You’ll kiss her cheek and then quickly turn back to your work and she’s like 😤 “Give me your cutie face right now! I demand to kiss your cheek back!” You’ll go back and forth, kissing each other over and over while your work remains neglected and untouched in front of you. Cheek kisses make her smile and feel all warm and fuzzy inside but she also loves when you kiss her on other parts of her face. When you kiss her forehead, she always feels like she’s gonna cry. When you kiss her nose, she always giggles uncontrollably while her cheeks flush. Kiss her lips and she’s crawling into your lap, purring like a kitten as she kisses you back over and over again. You don’t often kiss each other on the lips but when you do, it’s like nothing else in the entire world matters. You and her are the only people to exist right now 💙

Compliments: she can’t get enough of your sweet praises. She’s always been told she’s bad and in the wrong place at the wrong time and she can never do anything right (I’m looking at you, Sevika). So every time you compliment or praise her, she falls deeper and deeper in love with you. “Jinx, you’re brilliant!” “You’re so pretty.” “Wow, I’m so lucky to have you in my life.” She’s always like 😍 🥰. Cue the mushy, gushy hugging and kissing and giggling and blushing. She’s not great at returning compliments so it usually goes like this: “You’re so beautiful, Jinx.” “No, YOU’RE so beautiful, (Y/N). “Oh my god, you’re a genius, Jinx!” “Pffft nah. You are! You’re like the smartest person I know.” She likes to just throw the same compliment back at you. She’s trying her best, okay?

Cuddling: SHE IS A CUDDLE EXPERT!!! Don’t ask where she learned it from, she’s just a natural born cuddler. Y’all don’t even have to be in bed trying to sleep for you two to start cuddling, you’re constantly bugging each other for physical affection. When you are falling asleep together late at night, she’ll cuddle you in any way she can BUT she loves being your little spoon the best. When you’re pressed up against her back with your arms consuming her thin body, she feels so safe and comfy. When she’s the little spoon, not only does she get the best sleep of her life but she’s also soooo hard to wake up in the morning. It’s a dream of hers for both of you to die in your sleep together while you spoon her from behind, like in the end of the notebook. I know, it sounds morbid but she’s just a really emotionally fucked up hopeless romantic. 🤷🏻

Nose boops: She love love loves nose boops. She’s changed a lot throughout her teenage years and it’s really hardened her but your innocent loving nose boops make her feel like a child again. She doesn’t understand much about romantic gestures so she copies you a lot. You boop her nose, she’ll boop yours right back. Eventually, you go from booping her nose with the tip of your finger to booping your own nose against her. Give her eskimo kisses and she will literally do anything for you. You love to rub your nose against hers gently before you ask for something and she always says yes to you.

You’re her other half, the piece she’s always been missing, you complete her. You’re so much alike, it’s astonishing. With every sweet romantic gesture you offer her, her heart grows a little bit more each time. Ew, y’all are so disgustingly in love. Plz get a room. ❤️‍🔥

#arcane #arcane league of legends #arcane lol #arcane x reader #arcane x you #vi x reader #violet x reader #jinx x reader #vi arcane #violet arcane #arcane violet #arcane vi #jinx arcane #arcane jinx #arcane fandom #here comes vi #get jinxed

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buckgasms · 2 years

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OMG Pirate AU ! I WANNA TAKE IT ! 😍

Let's imagine, everyone fears James Barnes and his crew, but what if he saves you from your drowning ship and you immediately feel a bond between each other. So he let's you Stay in his room, away from his crew which looks at you like some prey.. but he's the one keeping you save and warm at night when she shows you his sensual side? 😉😉🥵🥵

I know it's late, don't judge me!!! Also I hope it's not shit 😘😘😘 thank you @imagine-all-the-fandoms for requesting and sorry it took so long ❤️❤️❤️

Warnings: p in v, kissing, pining, reader is attacked but saved, pregnancy mentioned

You sat shivering and wet on the deck of the Howling Wolf. You'd heard tales of this ship, it's wild crew and the infamous captain James 'Bucky' Barnes. They were feared across the Carribbean by anyone with sense. They would arrive on an island like a summer storm, filling their ship with all the goods, treasures and drink they could find. They enjoyed the pleasures of women at local taverns, fought over cards and walked the line between heroes and horrors, depending on who you asked.

You had been travelling with your father, when a band of pirates had attacked the ship. You managed to hide away, but realised when all fell quiet that the ship was aflame and you were trapped in the hull. You took a risk and fought your way up to the deck in time to jump into the sea before the gunpowder stores exploded.

You had slipped in and out of consciousness as you clung to a piece of driftwood until you heard shouting from above. You were lifted to the deck of the ship and here you sat, exhausted beyond belief and terrified of what was to come.

You watched the crew as they leered and nudged each other. Your dress was torn, exposing your soft, delicate body to their hungry eyes. You bit your lip, to stop yourself from whimpering. You wouldn't let them see you cry.

Suddenly heavy footsteps dragged all their attention away and they leapt to their feet as the captain approached. He stopped in the centre and shouted at his crew who had stopped working since your arrival. Suddenly they sprang to work and you were left waiting. Waiting for his judgement.

He crouched down and you met his gaze. "Welcome aboard" he said quietly before running his eyes over your body. He stood up and removed his jacket before wrapping it around you, providing a little more coverage. He asked your name, and raised his eyes at the response, recognising that you were the daughter of an eminent judge who had sent many pirates to the gallows. You cringed as you could see the thought running through his mind. "Well perhaps for the moment we can keep that information between us?" You nodded and he clicked his tongue, looking at your sore, bloodied feet, ragged hair, wild eyes. He scooped you up without warning and carried you out of the heat of the sun. His crew whistled and whooped and you struggled a little in his arms. He carried you into his lavish quarters and placed you on his bed. "Please don't" you whispered pulling his jacket tighter around your body. He shook his head, "relax, you are safe here, but it's better to let their imagination run wild, they'll leave you alone if they think you're mine..."

Something in your stomach flipped when he said 'mine' but you pushed it to the side. He passed you some wine and water which you gulped greedily. "Sleep" he said and abruptly left the room. You shivered again before sliding down onto his pillow and slipped into a slumber.

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Later that day he returned with food and clothes. He dropped the dresses on the bed but you sprang up and rushed over to the food, absolutely starving, forgetting all sense of decorum and stuffed your face with whatever was in front of you. He sat down and chuckled at you while he helped himself a little more politely than you.

Finally you slowed down and realised your rudeness. "Oh I'm so sorry" you gasped and buried your face in you hands. He laughed again and poured you more to drink, "Please! I should have fed you sooner, I'm a terrible host." You smiled softly and shook your head, "you've been very kind..."

That night he left you to his bed while he slept on a fancy chaise lounge. You watched him silently in the dark, wondering if he would change his attitude, but he just snored softly, fidgeting every so often. He was more handsome than the stories gave him credit for, he had a few scars but they only added to his features. He had a thick, tidy beard that he scratched often when he was talking. His chestnut hair was often tied in a ponytail but a few wisps hung around his face like a frame. His eyes were bluer than any ocean or sky you'd seen in your life. Every so often they were fixed on you, pinning you to your seat, as if he could see your innermost thoughts. Which you were starting to hope wasn't possible.

There had also been a rumour about his arm, lost in a fearsome battle. Some say with soldiers, others said it was a monster from the deep. The story, they said was that he replaced his arm with a silver one forged by Poseidon and would live on the waves forever in repayment to the King of the Oceans.

You had spied the arm, and it was a thing of beauty. Most pirates had wooden limbs so his silver arm was much more impressive, but you didn't think it was as mythical as the stories suggested. You would ask him about it one day. Before you knew it you had drifted off to the sounds of his snores and dreamed of flashes of silver and tanned skin wrapped around you in the moonlight.

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After a few days you were dying for a wash. Your hair was starting to stick together, your sweat settled on you and overall you felt pretty disgusting. You mentioned to Bucky and he glanced out his window. "I'll see what I can do..." You giggled at him, "you can control the weather Captain Barnes?" He smiled and leaned over until he was inches from you, "You'll have to wait and see little nymph."

He left you all day and you could feel the ship being strained left and right, his voice carried from the deck to your room catching you out every so often as your mind drifted to him.

That evening he knocked on the door and smiled when you answered. "Your shower awaits my lady." You laughed again and let him lead you up to the deck. The fresh rain hammered down on the deck. He had set up sheets around to give you privacy and provided soaps. You could only stare at him, "You.... You made it rain?" He chuckled, wiping the rain from his forehead. "Enjoy, little nymph" and he left you.

You found your way to the middle and quickly disrobed. The rain was slightly warm and you sighed as it ran over your body. The soaps he provided were beautifully scented and you spent ages cleaning your hair and scrubbing at your skin until it was smooth and silky again. The suds gathered around your feet and rinsed away beneath you.

That was when you heard a creak. Before you could react, a man ripped one of the sheets from in front of you. You screamed as he grabbed you, his breath stinking and hands bruising your body as he dragged you to the floor. "He's been hiding you away from us, and now I see why..." His gravelly voice sending a chill through your body and tears at your eyes. You screamed again, arms flailing and clawing at him as he tried to get you.

Pain tore at your limbs when suddenly the weight was lifted from you. You grabbed the fallen sheet and flipped around to see James lifting the man from the ground, silver arm glinting in the moonlight.

"You dare to touch her?" He growled, his arm tightening around the throat of your attacker. The man whimpered and gasped as his captain walked to the edge of the ship and held him over the side. "Please, I made a mistake..." The man strained and flailed over the ocean, James just nodded. "Yes you did, none will make it again..." And without warning he let go of the man.

He returned to you, rage and concern fighting on his features. He scooped you up and stormed back to his room. He left you there for a while and you grabbed a dry sheet to wrap around your body. You could hear him shouting at his men, the most animated you had heard him in your entire stay. You shivered again, not sure if it was the cold or the shock but you didn't know what to do with yourself. You just waited for him.

Finally the door clicked open and you stood up. You both stared at each other for a moment before you ran to him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed your lips to his. His hands pulled the sheet from your body and glided over your damp skin. Finally you broke away and looked at him, his hands cupped your cheeks. "Are you alright? I'm sorry, I didn't know he was there...I just wanted to do something nice for you...shit" He groaned and leaned his forehead against yours. You stroked his beard and shook your head. "I'm alright, I'm alright...." He chuckled and ran his hands through your wet hair and tilted your chin up. "Well I need to check I think...."

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You lay back on his bed, candlelight illuminating your body. He threw his own clothes to the corner of the room and crawled over you. Your hands glide over his thick muscles as he presses kisses to your face. "I've been dreaming about this little nymph, couldn't believe you washed up on my boat of all places." You smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck, nuzzling into his chest as he growled at you.

His hands explored your body like a man starved. His rough hands squeezed at your breasts, lips wrapping around your nipples. He tickled your tummy before stroking your thighs, spreading them wide to expose your heat to him. He sucked in in a breath as he dipped down and licked and sucked at your heat. You whined and sank your fingers into his hair. "Oh my god..." You whined as he devoured you, holding you tight to the bed as you writhed beneath his ministrations.

You cried out as you drew closer to your peak, but he pulled away, leaving you begging for more. "Patience little nymph, can't let you have all the fun..." You groaned and clawed at his back and wrapped your thighs around his waist. "Captain....." You whined and he chuckled, rubbing his length against your soaking folds. He groaned as he sank into your heat and you gasped at the size of him filling you up. He took a moment for you both to adjust before he began to slide in and out of you, the pressure building in your stomach again. He captured your lips in a searing kiss, your breaths catching as you both threw all your lust and desire into kisses and touches.

As his hips snapped harder you cried out and gasped for air, holding on to him tightly as you both peaked together. After a moment you collapsed against each other, panting for breath and holding each other tightly. You wanted to savour the feeling of him wrapping you close, the scent of salt and sweat on his skin, the deep rumble of his voice. But you couldn't keep awake and drifted into a sleep in his arms, legs tangled in the sheets and each other.

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Months later you found yourself free to roam the ship, spending most of your days on deck, bathing in the warm sunshine. Now that you were Bucky's and his retribution for touching you very swift and savage, you were free to do as you pleased.

You sat in a beautiful chair he had stolen from a court house, draped with furs taken from a trade ship and you wore all the finest clothes and jewels he could get for you.

"How is my little nymph?" He would ask, coming up to press kisses to your head, cheeks and lips, before running his hand over the little bump that had grown in your belly. You couldn't help but smile and return his kisses, holding his hand to you, the scent of the sea and his ocean blue eyes offering all the adventure you'd ever need....

#pirate Bucky #request fic #2k celebration #bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky imagine #bucky smut #bucky barnes smut

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seamayweed · 1 year

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I have just gotten in mctna clearly very late to the party. Thank you for all the beautiful gifs. ❤️❤️❤️🍑

I just wanted to know if you knew any meta posts or discussions about the characters out there I can delve into?

Yaaay, welcome, welcome, we are always happy (starved) for fresh blood in the fandom! \o/ 💙💙💙 Ahhh sdjfklsdflsfd thank you for paying attention to my gifs and calling them beautiful!! 🥰 *dances in a circle like an overexcited puppy*

Please beware: these are most likely not spoiler-free!

For the older meta/discussions, @convenientalias and her ‘my country the new age’ tag (starts at page 20) is a good place to start. I remember this Seon-ho meta and also love reading everyone's responses to this mctna list of questions she created. There’s @dangermousie and their ‘my country’ tag (starts at page 11), @hedvig-ulrika has a lot of good meta posts as well, right now I can only think of this one (marketplace scene) and this one (Seonhwi scene towards the end), and this one for Seon-ho & Sung-rok. For Seonrok stuff in general, platonic or otherwise, the ‘seonrok’ tag by @pashminabitch is a treasure trove, @sadviper has great thoughts about them too (and I enjoyed reading their top 5 mctna scenes), @valarinde has meta about this very heart-wrenching scene, and @eohachu has written compelling meta about them too; their ‘seonrok’ and ‘nn meta’ tags are def worth checking out. @strandedchesspiece has an amazing series of mctna meta posts. I really love @the2headedcalf ’s Seonhwi meta (1, 2). @ciriwrites has written this excellent meta that led to an interesting discussion and other meta, @staidwaters has this headcanon about how Seonhwi became best friends, and @rain-hat has a lot of intelligent and eloquent meta in her ‘my country the new age’ tag and got a lot of mctna asks a while ago. You can also read @crayonflop 's very entertaining commentary in their ‘my country’ tag (starts at page 28), then there’s @husberttee with an interesting discussion about Sung-rok and his scar. This funny text post about Sung-rok + Seonhwi by @petekaos always makes me smile. This one is good too - all the Seon-ho feels! @bienmoreau has meta posts like this one about Seon-ho and his brother and @tlanwen has good meta and web weavings too. And @elderflowergin 's description of Bang-won's voice is perfect. There are others like @crithir, @eremin0109, @asena-queenslayer, @monstersqueen, @mctna, @doorhine with a scene comparison here and dozens of others who I remember writing mctna meta, in the tags or otherwise! This anon ask sent to fatallist (who has sadly deactivated) about the water/river symbolism is interesting too.

For more recent stuff, we have @howlingmusketeers ’s Bang-won meta, @nubreed73 ’s thought-provoking commentary here (you can find more in their ‘meta’ or ‘my country the new age’ tag), @wangkuans here (there's more in their ‘my country the new age’ tag too), @navramanan has this edit/tags-meta and meta, and @itsza recently watched mctna and has made some posts too.

Of course, you can also feel free to check out my ‘mctna meta’ tag or ‘color meta’ tag! :D

I’m sure I missed a lot of the early discussions since I only discovered the fandom a year after mctna was airing... Please forgive me, friends, if I missed anyone /o\

A small caveat: I’m very clearly biased towards Seon-ho who's my fave, and there are some Hwi-resenting meta posts/tags you may encounter on my or other people’s blogs. I started out being quite critical of him, but after many good discussions with some of my friends I’ve come to understand his side of things more. As such, I'm trying to avoid being too harsh on him and am determined to love the boys more equally now!

There are a few critical takes on Seon-ho or Bang-won or Hui-jae too, but I think it’s a sign of what amazing, complex characters they are that they elicit such strong emotions in us and we feel compelled to take sides!

Thank you for the ask and have fun in the mctna fandom!! <333

#godotismissingx #asks #ty bb!#my country the new age #my country: the new age #mctna #mctna meta #@the mctna fandom:#please help out lil old me and add your favorite mctna metas #or your own metas you'd like to promote and that i failed to mention #🙏#i'm but one person and have the memory of a goldfish #also petition for all of us to tag our mctna meta better!!!

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x-authorship-x · 11 months

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i am begging you to expand on your shisui/harry thoughts. please my family are starving ❤️

✨👏✨👏✨ i will GLADLY rant

So lets switch things up a bit and start with Harry.

Harry.

I love Harry.

He's this boy with the weight of prophecy, heroism, impossible expectations, and such attention on his shoulders. He knows so little about the magical world, for all he slowly proves pretty damn talented, and his muggle background is about as far from supportive as you can get.

He's abused and this fundamentally rewrites his love map, his perception of himself and his own worth; he's not some theory genius because he'd rather be doing, acting, making a tangible difference, because he's always had to think on his feet and school has never been his friend. Getting grades too high and he's punished, his teachers turning a blind eye or actually believing the Dursleys...! And then! Hogwarts isn't much better when everyone thinks he's supposed to be as smart and cool and strong as the stories say, when teachers hate him and want him dead, when so many other things seem more important!

Harry is smart, though, but there are things he doesn't pick up on; he's so quick to identify suspicion, resentment, fear, danger, because that was his life for so long. Affection, admiration, love are foreign concepts and that in itself makes him feel uncomfortable and wrong footed, not even getting into the distrust of positivity.

He spends his time just trying to survive and living is a secondary thing. Nothing good stays, it all feels underscored by the cruelties (like deaths, Voldemort, the Dursleys) that he can't escape. His life is only pricked by little glimmers of happiness, when he gets to forget for a short time, and it's hard to keep that mentality on straight.

Harry is kind. He's so bewildered and lost and out of his depths in so many things, like when confronted by aspects of magical society he's never been exposed to but so many people take for granted, and he's never handled with the same understanding that other muggle-raised get (Hermione probably unwittingly adds to this because she's a Muggle-born but she's read more than most purebloods have). Harry is never cruel to people, when he lashes out it's usually because he's been provoked. He is friends with Luna, he is fiercely loyal to Ron, he encourages Neville, he is patient with Hermione.

Harry doesn't understand social queues or positive emotions very well - and, when confronted by an awkward or dubious social situation, like Ron complaining about Hermione, he doesn't agree but he also doesn't know how to speak up whilst navigating other kids and new friendships... Squaring up to Draco is much much easier - but there is a reason the hat wanted him for Slytherin and I don't believe that stupid house-essentialism for a fucking second.

But Harry is shrewd. He knows the moment someone has dodgy designs on him, moody sets his wires off even if harry then chalks it up to him just being fucking weird to everyone, and quirrell is not a threat as much as he is uncomfortable and strange.... Tom Riddle couldn't get harry to really trust him, so I think we should give some credit where it's due and not just... Make Harry swerve between "blindly hotheaded and oblivious" and "manipulative Slytherin-core". Harry has a temper but he's quiet, watchful, and intensely private. He also has a very honorable core in him, even if his morals can flutter around depending on the situation, and he is intensely lonely.

Enter: Shisui.

Shisui, specifically in this AU as a Hufflepuff Heir Black, is such a good pairing for Harry and Harry is very good for Shisui. Regulars will know my favoured Shisui qualities so, instead of regurgitating that list for the Nth time, I'll use Shisui to explain the pairing instead.

Expectations: Shisui is the bastard Heir Black, his father a turncoat DE and his uncle the man who betrayed the Potters, half his family dead or in Azkaban, and it's just a wreck. Shisui's memories mean that he's pretty okay with managing the attention, with cultivating a friendly persona, and then SHOCKER- Heir Black is a fucking Hufflepuff?! Everyone thinks he must be bit of a waste of space and this helps take the heat off him a bit. These two boys will absolutely understand each other, the shame of horrible families and the terrible weight of legacy that has done nothing but offer heartache, the fickleness of the Hogwarts staff and population, the carefulness about making friends to be really vulnerable with...

School logistics: Hufflepuff and Gryffindor don't rub shoulders much but they do sit back to back on their benches in the great hall so there is a good chance for meal-time chatter, especially when shit hits the fan. in class, shisui is gonna be a genius. This is just what will happen, he has the memories of a previous lifetime as a prodigy, and this might be a whole new world with no Sharingan but his mind knows what to do. Shisui devours magical books. He's driving Hermione up the wall. He's somehow (😏) Hogwarts champion and he's actively helping Harry and omg they're working together is this allowed? During second year, shisui is one of the few who barely bats an eyelash at the parseltongue and he's setting his housemates straight about Harry and Harry is actually noticing and thinking... Omg... Who is this guy to be helping me... And then in third year, Shisui is convinced to try for seeker so he and Harry play matches against each other, Shisui is under intense pressure because of Sirius's escape, he catches harry when he falls from his broom... Like are you starting to get the picture here?

Personalities: feral loyal. Honorable but willing to bend morals. Understand the weight of destiny, of legacy, the hunted feeling of an enemy. Shisui will absolutely kill for Harry and Harry would be so relieved because holy shit they're actually in it together, not just emotionally but actually in it. And Harry is hot tempered and suspicious and Shisui gets it, holy shit he GETS it, and Harry is so ride or die and so is Shisui, and Harry is running the DA and Shisui stays behind and shows Harry how to throw punches and break noses and flip assailants and... 😫🤌✨

Quidditch boyfriends... Quidditch adrenaline junkie boyfriends, Shisui is so fucking fast at apparating that he can hop around in a duel and Harry's patronus always wanders to Shisui every single time and they gut Grimmauld Place together and they hold each other so tight and swear 'I will hold on, I'm beside you' and that's beautiful to me

#torship #torship talks #ask #anon #shisui shipping #shisui harry potter #harry Potter #shisui #heir shisui black #shisui is regulus's son #hp naruto #hp au #Hufflepuff shisui

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iamthunderhearmehowl · 5 months

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✨️Wholesome✨️ Halsin + Daughter Headcannons ❤️

Hello friends. On today's post we will go over some wholesome headcannons of how he would react to his daughter because boy have I had a shitty couple of days.

✨️This is a whole series of posts and the original + others can be found here ✨️

ALSO, her possible names: Armelle/Faeryl/Haelra/Khalees -> the poll is still on going, so click the link above if you would like to participate

Wholsome things:

So I know that as previously stated that she is techically an adult, but she is very young according to elves

I can't even begin to guess a correct age because I have no idea how old Halsin was when he was in the underdark

I guess her mentality would be that of a 17 - 20 year old human

Not quite a child, but definitely not really a real adult (same bro)

ANYWAYS: I want to say that she would be the apple of his eye

I think he's always wanted children but his priorities were always elsehere - being selfless and taking care of those in need. Him having a child would be sort of selfish as it would take his attention away from the refugees, responsibilities, etc.

So he could never willingly have children - so when he finds out he is happy that he found her

It doesn't take long for them to get close; she is starving for love and attention; and she is beyond happy that her father turned out to be the man in her cellar that would hold her and wittled her a little duck <3

He has little nicknames for her: "Little flower" "Little one" "Duckling"

It's adorable, because although Halsin is a large elf, his daughter turned out to be small and petite (Probably, due to her abuse, starvation, and malnutrion. )

If he ever had to describe her to a Tav or a companion: "Ah yes. My daughter. She is very kind and sweet but. . . don't cross her. She can be . . . ah how should I put this. . . an angry little one. Let's just say a young teifling boy seemed charmed by her and though she declined his advances, he continued to pursue her and well . . . he had to be treated and stitched for 37 coyote bites. He said she wouldn't let go. . . "

She has druidic powers - but while she is talented, she's unable to truly control them, since she has lived her life with no guidance.

She has a problem with "giving into the beast" and she will turn into a large cave bear (larger than Halsin) and just fucking RHINO SYNDROME EVERYTHING.

Halsin has to turn into a cave bear himself and pin her down to calm her down - he pretty much just sits on her

She normally passes out after this and Halsin just carries her to bed and tucks her in

Sometimes she has nightmares in the middle of the night and will just wake up screaming and crying. So what does Halsin do? He brings her warm milk and honey and sits with her until she feels safe again

He has made it his personal mission to help her become a better druid - her powers are honestly up to par with his, I mean again, it's his kid.

He likes to take her out in the wilds and teach her about the plants and berries + to learn how to meditate

I like to think that they find little creatures together and he teaches her how to handle and hold them

Her favorite thing to do with him is observe the behavior of animals - she has a small book where she sketches and writes notes

They watch and feed ducks together <3

She calls him "Papa" as in Papa Bear 🐻

Whenever he is giving her words of affirmation (when they first meet her confidence in herself isnt that great) he'll get down on one knee and put his hands on her shoulders.

He gives her plenty of bear hugs and forhead kisses

Again, he ADORES her.

He helps her put little braids in her hair

His companions like to point out that they naturally have the same habits, the way they sit, the way they walk, etc.

Overprotective Halsin:

His daughter is obviously going to be 1/2 drow. So she get's a lot of prejudice. Other druids would definitely talk shit about how she's a danger to the grove

He will walk over there and SET THEM STRAIGHT

If he knows that they're going to talk about her, he'll put a hand on her shoulder and walk her out of the area "Why don't you see what Thaniel is doing? I'm sure he could use a friend right now"

Then he'll walk back over there and chew them out

If they were ever in a fight with enemies- you better believe Halsin would run up as a bear and FUCK THEM UP if she were down

She's a pretty decent fighter, and he would rarely do this

In previous posts I put that he would be over protective of her if anyone were to get too flirtatious/show that they had ill intentions towards her (if you know what I mean) - i still stand by that - a death glare from this man is enough to get them thinking twice.

I think he would mainly do this because he knows that she's uncomfortable with being pressured into intimate acts - she was abused just like him.

Okay that's all the energy I have for tonight. The next one I will more than likely go into her Mom vs. Halsin. I would think she would want her back as she has plenty of use for her - especially now that she's got these powers. Uh well - over Halsin's dead body. This is probably the worst custody battle in the history of custody battles.

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the-timeless-founder · 1 year

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So I saw this post about shipping Saeclus and La'ela or Aurora. And I'm really curious of what it would be like if Saeclus met La'ela and Helen. Will he? How would he feel about them? How does he feel about Aurora?

I would definitely like for him to meet La'ela or Helen, but I can't say anything because this depends on how @nutaella-kookie, the owner of those OCs, feels about this and what she thinks, but since he definitely meets Aurora and I've had this fic planned for a while now, I can give you this fic that describes how he feels about Aurora and just, another interaction between them.

I will say though, that kookie owns all rights to Aurora, and if / when you read this, kookie, and feel as though Aurora has been misunderstood or misrepresented in any way, please tell me. I'll change it immediately.

I do hope that everyone enjoys this though ❤️

Spring Blossoms and Autumn Leaves

"General." He smiles softly, his eyes cast at the other party, a nod following the turn of his head in polite acknowledgment. "I had not expected to see you here - a pleasant surprise."

Meeting again at what ruins and broken down structures that remained of the once-glorious city of Kralle, capital of Adlerland, was far from the ideal. And yet, it suited the life the two of them had been leading to a degree.

Remnants of lost kingdoms and declining people. Standing tall, not so proud any more. And wanting more than anything to go home.

"Sir." Aurora's expression has shifted from the pained one she wore before. Now it was one of surprise. Though even this look passed quickly. It seems she's become so tired that holding on to any feeling besides grief has become a pesky chore.

He can't say he blames her.

"It's a delight to see you unharmed again, though we could wish for a better scenery."

She seems to agree with that, her eyes refusing to meet the rubble around her again, instead fixated on his own golden gaze.

"As it is to see you again, sir. But... Why would you roam the ruins like this?"

"I have no other task to attend to these days." He hums - sorrowfully, if one paid enough attention - and continues. "The recording of history in its true, pure form also means observation. Of the battle, the ruins that follow, the refugee camps that become of the losing party..."

He halts his words there, and instead casts his eyes to the young Adler General. Aurora's eyes reflect what's left of the city - hollow with grief and haunted with what-ifs and maybes. Perhaps he should have left that last detail out.

Though, that would not have hindered the woman from thinking of the starving and freezing people she once proudly served, would it? Aurora is many things to many people, but a fool she has never been.

"How come you visit the ruins?" He decided to pose a question, to snap her out of where her train of thought would be headed - he knew well it would lead her only towards more despair. "And with the King of Vampires at that. I don't suppose you're awfully fond of each other."

Aurora's face barely changes, but he can still spot the bitter distaste she has for the Gold Blooded King - as the historians named him, though Saeclus preferred his much more sinister and forgotten name; the White Dread - as she speaks.

"I suppose you've spotted the dragon. We left it to hunt, and now he has gone to retrieve it from nearby. It would have been best to let it feed and rest itself for the journey ahead." Aurora states, quite the cold disinterest in her tone regarding the matter.

"A journey from here? Quite the odd place to start from."

"Not if you wish to travel the Black Mountains of Al'ahraish."

Saeclus feels his eyes go wide at the words. And for a few moments more, he stares at the General - whether hoping for his ears to have failed or for her to say more, he isn't sure. He now turns fully to the Adler, striding forward so he stands only a few paces away from Aurora, his eyes bearing into hers with a cautionary gaze.

"I would advise against it." He says, first, and then clears his throat. That was rash, he would do well to be less vague. General Aurora has always been strictly practical and reasonable, not one for an appreciation of vague thoughts and half-sayings.

"The Black Mountains are a dangerous, unruly place. Home to some of the most feared and yet revered demons in our world's history. No party has ever departed for the mountains and returned in whole. Some would deem it unwise to venture a place so discordant alone with a man whose unworthiness of trust is only rivaled by his cold cunning."

Aurora seems to ponder and linger on the words for a moment or two more. Then, her gaze settles on a nearby ruin of what was once a house, her voice firm when she responds. "I have decided to go. I said I would lead him beyond, and I will do so, and then I will return to my... House."

The fact that she purposefully replaced the word 'home' did not escape Saeclus, and he breathes for a moment. He's always found her determination and bravery remarkable, even if it's been denied by many.

After all, who could truly say a girl who survived military training, so harsh and gruesome that it brought tears of blood to the eyes, is not brave? And who could truly blame her for grieving, in cold loneliness, the sheer knowledge that she was to go down in history as a double-crosser?

"Do you hold faith in Karl Heinz?"

"No. But I do have faith in her."

Ah yes. Now it all made sense. This her Aurora spoke of could be no other than the infamous Lady Devyn Kang. He had heard from the Lady herself that she and Aurora have been close companions for years.

"I see."

"Is it bothersome?"

"I don't believe it is my place to be bothered, General Aurora." He smiled softly again, a golden light held within his eyes, her name sounding clear on his tongue. A silent show of trust. "Nor is it my place to decide what you choose is right or wrong. Only time will tell of that. Think of my meddlesome words as cautionary tales - those of a comrade to another's."

He turned to the side, and began to slowly walk to the aforementioned ruins. He could sense the Vampire King walking back towards them. The dragon must have finished its hunt.

"Whatever our souls have endured has not been wholly by choice, as fate twists in cruel and daunting ways."

She may not enjoy poetry much, but that wouldn't stop Saeclus from expressing himself through it. He found a pretty string of words and interpretative yet sincere meanings as close as he could get to a discovery of self. Perhaps that is one reason she dislikes them so.

He turns to her one last time, she is looking back at him now, and offers one last smile. "I should hope to see you back from your trip, General. Perhaps we can meet again in autumn, when the leaves of peach trees begin dancing in the wind, spring long forgotten by nature."

Aurora's face seems to brighten for an instant, the word 'spring' having sparked something within her alive. That's good. It means she is not too far gone yet.

"I would like that. To see spring blossoms and autumn leaves."

Saeclus holds his gaze on her a moment longer and offers her another nod. "Only the unloved and the unnatural would dislike that, and you are neither."

He doesn't turn back again, walking ahead into the ruins, vanishing from sight and aura as though he was never there to begin with.

You are not unloved, Aurora. It was a silent voice, a whisper in the wind, a reassurance that was spoken of not lips but in-between words. And you need not be alone. Let us meet again someday.

In the years to come, Saeclus will think of this short conversation again. He will ponder how his every action may have changed what became of the General Aurora, her kind's greatest. Would his persuasion have mattered had he tried more? Perhaps he could suggest to accompany them? Or should he have followed in silence to observe fate as he had said he does?

But for the moment, he was content with an unspoken promise of another meeting and moved by the power of trusting in another person so strongly. He hoped then that the time had come for her to leave "the Destroyer" behind, and live on as Aurora would want to.

And he could hope for no better fate.

#my writing #diabolik lovers oc #aurora #diabolik lovers #saeclus sanguine #diabolik oc #saeclus #dl oc #my oc #ask #(( honestly i adore kookie's ocs #(( but i also want to respect her space #(( thank you for showing interest though anon ❤️

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hopes-peak-postal-company · 4 months

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hi, mod akane! sorry if i’m bothering ;-; if it’s open i’d like to ask for a danganronpa matchup! if that’s okay that is. for either all games or any you chose from! i’d just be happy with a matchup at this point. i’m bi with a preference for men :,)

⭐️ Personality

i can be quite competitive and always want to be the best. due to being autistic i don’t usually have an easy time catching onto sarcasm or understanding social cues, so i can come off as rude to people who are close to me that i feel comfortable with. i’m somewhat sassy but also have difficulty with my identity since it fluctuates from “innocent and quiet/bubbly and sensitive” to “analytical and serious”. I can be somewhat manipulative sadly but not ever in a mean way— more using my surroundings to my advantage. i never ever want to hurt anyone and i’d gladly run headfirst into danger for people i care about. very impulsive, though i stand up for what i think is right. i can be quite dramatic in the way i express myself (natural theatre kid) and i’m incredibly clumsy… way too clumsy. i fiddle with my hands and hair and jump up and down- i can’t sit or stand still for too long due to lack of attention span but when i like something i manage to put all my focus and energy onto that. i’m described as a small mischievous gremlin apparently, but also an overachiever and perfectionist. i love puns and jokes and when reading something i have a habit of reacting out loud by giggling or gasping or shrieking. I also walk up to people and pat their heads and claim them as friends cause that’s the only way I know how to start off a friendship.

⚡️Hobbies;

i love to draw, sing, dance ballet and write poems and stories, making up my own worlds and constantly brainstorming ideas. and song writing too, along with playing ukulele, guitar and the kalimba. i also rlly rlly love psychoanalyzing people and getting rlly deep into psychology.

🌸 Appearance;

I’m 5'0.83 according to google (154.5 cm) and i have dark brown hair and eyes. My hair is styled similarly to Lumine from Genshin Impact. It’s short in the back and long strands in the front. It looks almost identical to Tori Himemiya from Ensemble Stars if I were to be as accurate as possible. I usually decorate my hair with hairpins or pull it back. I have dark circles under my eyes and a somewhat big nose with a bump. I also have a small tooth gap.

❤️ Affection Type;

I really really like cuddles and physical touch, but i’m not too big on PDA. I’m really awkward with affection if we’re close and might come off as cold but I do care and mostly show it by spending time with the person or doing things for them. I do like giving long hugs though, even in public. Greeting and goodbye hugs are alright. But since I’m really affection and touch starved it can be a bit difficult to make me committed to the idea of anything else unless we’re in private. In private I’d try my very best to be super affectionate!

Here are your matchups. I hope that you are happy with them.

Your Danganronpa Trigger Happy Havoc Matchup Is….

Sayaka Maizono:

* She understands your competitive nature as she is quite competitive herself, well you have to be to make it as big as she is in the idol business

* So she will do everything she can to help further your goals to be the best at something, but is still not afraid to get in friendly competitions with you when it comes to fun things, such as board games

* Even if you seemed rude to Sayaka when she first met you that still didn’t stop her from staying nice with you as she isn’t one to outrightly be mean, even if someone is mean to her

* Once you tell her about how you are autistic she will discreetly whisper into your ear that the person is being sarcastic and helps you with social cues, so you understand the situation properly, without drawing loads of attention to it

* Sayaka can be somewhat sassy herself, so the two of you get jokingly sassy to each other sometimes

* Doesn’t mind that your identity changes randomly and actually finds it fun to predict how you are going to act today

* When you’re bubbly and sensitive she makes sure not to do anything to upset you, but revels in your bubbly personality, since that is how she acts to people most of the time. She finds it cute when you act all innocent and quiet as well

* But she also meshes well with your analytical and serious identity because that is secretly how she is in her head when talking to people, just never showing it

* She can’t even get mad at you for being manipulative sometimes as you do it for good things and that is something she does as well using the environment to her advantage

* The two of you usually do tactics like this together, but only for good things though

* She is really happy that you are kind hearted like that, but she wishes you would prioritise yourself more and if she ever feels like you are giving too much she will help you, so it does not get too much for you to deal with

* Won’t let you run head first into a really dangerous situation though, such as a fire as she doesn’t want anything terrible to happen to you that she could of prevented

* If you ever do something impulsive to stand up for what you believe in Sayaka is definitely there to support you, but she lets you take the lead as she doesn’t want to mess it up if she has nothing relevant to contribute

* Doesn’t mind if your dramatic sometimes as she may not be a theatre kid, but she is in the idol industry that can be very dramatic

* Is quite good at predicting when you are going to fall over, due to your clumsy nature and when she catches you she jokes how she knew it would happen because she is psychic

* If you fiddle with your hands and hair she will get something else for you to fiddle with, so you don’t damage your hair too much. But, she will also let you fiddle with her hands when you hold them

* Doesn’t mind when you jump up and down, but is ready to grab you if you fall, but if you manage to slip out of her grasp the two of you just laugh about it

* When your focusing on something and putting all of your energy into it Sayaka makes sure not to bother you, during this as she does not want to break your concentration

* If you can’t sit or stand still for too long Sayaka makes sure to pay extra attention for you, so you do not miss anything important

* She laughs at your mischievous gremlin antics and the nickname itself

* She understands what it is like to be an overachiever and perfectionist, so she tries to help you with ways she found helps to keep these tendencies at bay

* Got surprised at first when you would gasp, giggle or shriek out loud when reading aloud, but overtime she got used to it and isn’t even shocked when you do it now

* The jokes and puns you tell her help her to smile after a bad day, either with how funny they were or how comically bad they are

* When you first pat Sayaka on the head her first reaction was, okay, well this is new

* But now she just leans into your touch whenever you pat her head

*Singing is one hobby the two of you have in common and the two of you definitely go on karaoke dates with each other, but in the privacy of your own homes, so Sayaka’s fans do not ruin it for the two of you

* Will definitely hang up any drawings you give to her, she makes sure to save space to hang them up in her dressing room

* Also reads any poems and stories you write and will swoon if you write one about her

* She will also watch you perform ballet. You both l take it in turns giving each other a show with your theatrical talents

* Due to you making up new words, so much she starts to add them into her vocabulary unconsciously

* And one time she accidentally wrote one of your made up words into a song she wrote

* Loves to watch you brainstorm ideas and is happy when you share them with her

* If your a song writer maybe you can write a song for her to perform sometime

* Definitely gives you a special shout out in the audience if she does end up using your song

* Will also sing something to go along with the tune you make when playing the ukulele, guitar and the kalimba or just sits there admiring how well you play them and your performance as a whole

* She also loves psychoanalysing people to and the two of you can both psychoanalyse people you find on the internet or meet in real life for hours on end together

* Knows a few psychology tricks herself, but only ones to mess with people. You probably know a lot more deep research than she does

* Will definitely want to style your hair with the hair pins she has or pull it back for you into intricate styles, maybe the two of you can wear matching hair pins together sometime

* Due to her fans getting in the way Sayaka is not too big on PDA either, but she can be quite affectionate privately

* Will let you cuddle her and doesn’t mind being the big spoon, but much prefers being the small spoon

* And around the house she likes physical touch, such as holding hands when walking to the kitchen together

* She doesn’t mind too much if you come off as cold as she can come off as that too sometimes, but she can slowly ease you in to more affection

* And she does appreciate all the time you spend with her and things you do for her more than any affection you could give her

* Let’s you hug her for as long as you want, especially when she has to be away for a while, due to her life as an idol

* Is just happy you are trying your best in private to be more affectionate and committed to it, so is not really fussed about greetings and goodbye hugs and they slip her mind too most of the time anyways. Also you don’t have to try too hard to be super affectionate with her as she respects if you don’t bother with it too much

* She will hug you as much as you want her too though as she doesn’t want you to be too touch starved

* Overall, you and Sayaka’s relationship is built on mutual understanding and trust in one another, it also helps that surprisingly a decent few of your interests align and clash, leading to a long lasting and healthy relationship.

Your Danganronpa Goodbye Despair Matchup Is….

Nagito Komaeda:

* He is happy to aid you in any way that he can to help satiate your competitive nature

* In his eyes you are the best, but he is happy when you officially become the best at something because he loves how happy it makes you

* Nagito himself is actually not the best at understanding social cues or sarcasm, especially when it’s about hope

* But the stuff he does understand he makes sure to make you aware of them as he doesn’t want his lover to be left in the dark

* If you came off as rude to Nagito at first he probably just started to self-doubt himself, but when you start to become closer with him he understands and is actually kind of happy that he is one of the people close to you that you are comfortable around and do not come off as rude too

* Anything sassy you say to him he just laughs it off and whenever you say something sassy to someone else he always says in pride how you are his significant other

* Any identity you have Nagito will definitely love all of them he has an unique thing he loves about each of your personalities

* Loves how positive you are with your innocent and bubbly side. And how cute you are when you are sensitive and quiet he does make sure not to upset you in anyway though

* When you get all analytical and serious it actually impresses Nagito because even if he doesn’t openly admit it he is quite like that himself, so when you identify as this he may ask for your input on his next grand hope scheme

* Even if you were manipulating Nagito in a mean way he would still go along with it and not point it out, but he loves and appreciates you even more that you are using this skill for good

* If there ever comes a time you don’t notice something within your surroundings Nagito will point it out to you for you to use to your advantage

* He admires that hopeful thinking of yours is helping people and will gladly help you out with this task of yours

* Now he does admire your willingness to run into danger for people and is flattered that you would even do that for someone like him, but he is going to find away to not let you do that

* As he’d rather sacrifice himself in your place as you are the most special person in the world to him

* The two of you are both very impulsive , but surprisingly Nagito helps to ground your impulsiveness as he wants you to remain safe, he won’t hold you back from standing up for what is right though as long as you don’t get killed

* Will even help back you up or just act like a hype man for you in these moments

* People call you the dramatic couple as your dramatic, due to being a theatre kid and he is dramatic with his ideologies of hope, but Nagito doesn’t mind this as he feels more connected to you in this way

* He surprisingly has decent reflexes and can sense when you are about to fall, so will try to catch you

* At times he does not manage too he will stay by your side and nurse you, until you wake back up

* He finds it fascinating the way you fiddle with your hands and your hair and is curious how it would feel if you fiddled with his hair as well

* You can also fiddle with his hands and even his jacket at anytime too

* Takes no notice when your jumping up and down and carry’s on talking to you normally

* If he notices you fiddling around too much, due to being unable to sit still for too long he will try his best to do some fun things with you or just talk to you too help stimulate your brain more

* When you finally put your focus and energy on to something he will ask if you need help, but gets the sense to stay back for a bit as to not ruin your concentration and focus now

* Denies that your a mischievous gremlin when people point it out to him, but he does find the nickname for you funny deep down

* Helps to make sure you don’t become overwhelmed with your perfectionist and over achiever tendencies and makes sure things regarding this do not get messed up

* He may not always get your puns and jokes, but he always laughs anyway as he wants you to continue sharing stuff like those things with him, even if he is confused sometimes

* If you read something out loud and start giggling, gasping and shrieking he patiently waits for you to finish, so he can carry on listening to you read

* When you first patted his head and claimed him as a friend he was, so shocked he didn’t think he deserved, such an act of kindness like that

* Even over time he is still not quite used to affection like head pats yet. He thought it was a cool and unique way to start a friendship though

* Anything you draw will be folded neatly and put in his jackets pocket, so a piece of your talent is always with him

* Will always want to listen to you sing as he loves your voice when your just talking to him he loves it, even more when you are singing

* Watches you dance ballet and loves it, but if you ask him to be your dance partner he will probably end up tripping over and pulling you down with him, due to how his luck works

* Will read any poems and stories you write and is shocked and touch when you write something about him

* He will definitely try his best to return the favour

* Will brainstorm ideas with you and instead of saying if some of your ideas are bad he will discreetly guide you too a new and better one

* Any words you make up he gladly uses in his day-to-day dialect

* Will pull a few strings to get Ibuki to sing any song you write, but it will be even better in his eyes if you sing it for him yourself

* Especially if you show your other talents of playing the ukulele, guitar or the kalimba, while singing it

* Would love to hear you play those instruments separately from your singing as well

* Nagito is actually really good at psychoanalysing people and will do it with you if you want him to

* And he does know quite a bit about psychology and will share all he knows with you and he will also listen to you share the facts that you know about psychology as well

* Due to his luck he ends up winning a massive supply of hairpins that he gifts to you to use and decorate your hair with

* And he will happily pull your hair back for you and even learns how to do more intricate hairstyles just to try them out on you

* He will gladly do what you want to and he is too nervous to initiate PDA most of the time anyway, so he’s glad your not that keen on it

* But he will oblige your love of and give you cuddles and physical touch, but he does think he is undeserving of giving it to you at first, so please reassure him

* He is awkward with affection just like you at first, so doesn’t take much notice if you seem cold and would not hold it against you in anyway, but overtime the two of you get used to giving it to each other

* He is glad you care though and show it to him by doing things for him or spending time with him and he makes sure to do it back to you as well

* When you give him long hugs, especially when not in public he just relishes in the contact as he is not used to things like this

* He will give you greeting and goodbye hugs if that is what you want and wish for, but he will settle for just a onslaught of cuddles and cuddling sessions in private as well

* Since like you Nagito is also touch starved and it’s hard for his brain to commit to the idea at the start that you, actually want to touch trash like him the two of you learn to be more affectionate to each other together

* He always gets happy when you try and be super affectionate to him in private as it warms up his heart

* Overall, Nagito and you are each others rocks, making the relationship the two of you share together an important part of easing the minds and thoughts of the two of you, so you both do not get too overwhelmed with different and certain things.

Your Danganronpa Killing Harmony Matchup Is….

Kokichi Ouma:

* He may tease you for your competitive nature and if you are teamed up together he may pretend that he is not going to try his hardest to win for you

* But he does end up putting all of his effort in

* If the two of you play games together he feigns being upset when you win, but at the same time he is hyping you up

* Respects that you want to always be the best, so secretly he will try his best to make sure that you are

* Now Kokichi is quite sarcastic, but if you do not understand a sarcastic comment he or someone else makes he does make sure to explain it to you

* It’s the same thing when you do not understand certain social cues, you not understanding these things is one thing he will not make a big deal out of or draw attention too

* If you came off as rude to him at first he just lets it role off of his shoulders as he deduced why you came off that way and he was not going to hold it against you

* He is secretly flattered though, when he becomes someone you are comfortable with

* Kokichi is quite sassy himself, so there are moments when you both can get sassy with each other, but you both do not mean anything by it

* Now he likes it when you act all bubbly and quiet as it is a great contrast to his personality, and when you act all innocent and sensitive he makes sure to tone down some of his playful remarks as he doesn’t want to hurt your feelings

* But when you act all analytical and serious he will tease you saying how you should loosen up, but he is happy to have someone that he can analyse other people with and come up with schemes and reasons for why they are being a certain way

* He can relate to the manipulative part and like you he uses his talent of this for the general good, but it isn’t really inherent at first

* But hopefully the two of you can manipulate certain situations by using the two of you’s surroundings into a good thing

* Now Kokichi usually ends up hurting people, but has good intentions, so he is really glad he has someone like you that helps people, but not in an inherently bad way

* But he would never let you run in to save someone else if they are in danger and would probably end up sacrificing himself for you, instead

* Now the two of you are both impulsive, but whenever you make an impulsive decision Kokichi always looks out for you to make sure it does not cause you too much harm

* And if you are standing up for what you think is right he makes sure to hype you up from the side

* As well as insult the person if they are still not listening to you

* Shockingly, he is not a theatre kid, but is quite dramatic just like you

* The two of you can be dramatic together and often do a little skit together of an overreaction when something minor happens

* Now Kokichi will try his best to catch you, but if you end up falling down, due to your clumsy nature he will probably laugh light heartedly at you first and then help you back up

* When you fiddle with your hair and hands it kind of makes him want to do it too it just looks really relaxing and soft

* If your jumping up and down Kokichi does not really pay any mind to it as he is usually moving around a lot himself, due to his attention span being quite short like yours as well

* Now if you find something to put all your focus and energy into Kokichi will try his best not to make you loose your concentration, but after a while he wants to reclaim your attention as it is not healthy to spend too long doing something, that is his excuse anyways

* Twins, he is also described as a small mischievous gremlin you are just that couple

* Now if you are an overachiever and perfectionist any plans Kokichi has to prank and mess with people he makes sure it does not mess with anything that could affect that mindset of yours

* Kokichi also loves puns and jokes, so the two of you tell a lot of them to each other

* You both also have inside ones that only you too find funny and know the meaning of

* He finds it amusing when ever you react when reading out loud by giggling, gasping or shrieking as it is unusual, but he does not mind it and just finds it really funny

* When you first patted his head he thought you was making fun of his height, but when he found out that is just your way of making friends he lets you head pat him as much as you want too

* He actually really enjoys it, he only accepts it coming from you though

* Always begs you to draw him, but he does love your other drawings as well and hangs them around the dice organisation base when he gets the chance too

* Likes sitting there listening to you sing, gives you songs he really wants you to sing some of them are very questionable

* Finds it impressive how you can dance ballet really well as standing on your tip toes like that makes his feet hurt just looking at it

* Reads all of the poems and stories you write and does them in a silly voice sometimes

* Would be really touched if you wrote any of them about him, he would start fake crying with happiness just to show you how happy he is on the inside

* Any words you make up he laughs about, but starts using them to insult people leaving them confused

* Any song you write he performs them for you, but he can’t sing, so it is a very funny performance, then he gets you, the professional, to sing it as you actually sound good and not tone deaf

* Always brags to people how you can play the ukulele, guitar and the kalimba. “So Kaede you can play the piano, but that’s cute compared to the instruments my significant other can play!”

* He likes psychoanalysing people too and the two of you do it together laughing at what you come up with when you try to analyse what a random person on the street got up to that day

* He also has some basic knowledge in psychology to help him with his tricks and would like to hear your deep knowledge in psychology, so he can make his tricks even better than they already are

* Gladly gifts you hair pins that he finds and gives you a little clown one to represent his organisation dice

* Will also pull your hair back for you if you ask him too

* Kokichi is also really into cuddles and physical touch as well, he likes PDA too, but will respect your boundaries of you not being too keen about it

* He won’t give you much physical affection at first as your not that close, but he doesn’t mind if you seem cold as he knows that’s why

* Is over the moon that you care for him and show him by spending time and doing things for him

* Will take all the long hugs from you he can get, especially since in private there is no time limit, like there is in public

* He likes greetings and goodbye hugs and will give you them, even if you only find them alright

* But he will definitely shower you with affection when the two of you are in private together as that is what you prefer

* You two are both touch starved individuals, so this is good for the two of you

* Is happy that whenever you try your best to be super affectionate as it makes him feel really loved and he makes sure to return the favour, so you feel really loved as well

* Overall, you and Kokichi’s relationship is really something unique and special that will, hopefully last for a long time, even if this experience is really new for Kokichi and you alike.

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