#geez thanks for the feels & tears anon

[stinkyme]

Can I request a Dom!Ango x virgin! reader full scenario? Rough Nsfw, Reader trying to comfort him but ends up getting in his pants, Ango letting out his whole frustrations on y/n. Both are vocals in bed(yk what kind of vocals I mean..). Overstimulation for Ango and the reader. Both tearing up during sex(emotional or not it's up to you), please?

Hello lovely anon! Thank you for your request and of course you can and I deeply apologize for the wait!

I hope you will like it, enjoy and that I did it justice! :) <3

CW/TW: NSFW, fem!reader, virgin!reader, dom!Ango, in the start it's not as rough, after that it gets rough, overstimulation for both, reader and Ango are friends, mentions of drinking, dry humping, multiple orgasms, fingering, oral!fem receiving, oral!Ango receiving, facefuck, degrading, hair pulling, ejaculation in mouth, spanking, creampie, Ango might be OOC, if I forgot anything please let me know! :)

I apologize for any mistakes in advance! :)

Let me ruin you completely || Ango Sakaguchi

Ango and you knew each other for a really long time now, you would spend your free time at Lupin where two of you met originally. You would chat about everything however it always seemed like Ango had lingering secrets, not completely clear to you. You never asked due to personal boundaries and respect you had for him. Eventually you realized you had more than just feelings of respect for him however you never tried anything due to obvious reasons. This night was different however. Ango arrived at the bar, his body language was tense, you could almost smell irritation and frustration leaking out of him. He sat next to you and you played with last ice cube inside your whiskey.

"Rough day?" you asked in a soft voice.

"Least to say." he answered sharply and closed his eyes tightly.

"Tomato juice, I am driving tonight." he said, equally sharp to the barista and took a deep breath trying to relax a bit.

"Your dark circles are getting worse, you know? Were you sleeping at all?" you asked casually as you took a sip of your drink.

"Y/N, I really don't need that right now. No, I wasn't sleeping." he said and rubbed his eyes and readjusted his glasses afterwards, giving you hostile look.

"Sorry, I was just asking, geez." you said and turned away from him slightly as barista put down tomato juice for Ango.

"Thank you." Ango said and took a sip of juice.

"As if that will help you relax. Why don't you order a tea?" you asked and you were genuinely concerned for Ango.

"You know how to light up a mood, don't you? They don't make tea here." he chuckled and took another sip. His face was full of irritation, his lips were tense as well as his forehead.

"Ah, that's true." you paused, taking a look at Ango.

"Look..I don't know what happened, nor will I ask due to personal boundaries between us. However, I am here if you want to let it out in some way. You don't have to tell me what happened, you can just yell out how everyone are idiots, you know?" you smiled gently and placed your hand on Ango's arm. He looked at you, his gaze was full of complete frustration, but you could see his eyes softened a bit in the edges. He nodded and so did you as you moved your hand away and took your glass to drink last sip of you drink. You slowly got up, preparing to leave.

"You have my number if you change your mind." you smiled softly.

"No, I-" Ango paused his sentence as he saw a little card between your fingers. You placed it next to his glass.

"Now you do. Goodbye Ango." you said and squeezed his biceps gently and started walking away. Ango took a look at a card you placed next to him.

"Y/N, wait." he said and you turned around as he paid for your drinks and nodded goodbye to barista. He walked towards you and you raised your eyebrows questioning his action.

"How about I drive you home? It's late." he said and you took a good look at him.

"Fine...as long as you drive carefully...we can also drink tea if you would like to." you smiled softly and turned around to leave. Ango followed you and opened the door for you.

Ride to your house was fairly quiet, besides you giving intructions to Ango where to go. You would look at him from time to time and you could see his frustration didn't melt away, not even a bit. Veins on his hands became prominent from the amount of pressure he was holding the steering wheel with. He was frowning, not too hard, but enough for his forehead to be filled with few sharp lines. You finally arrived and left the car once he parked and you unlocked your front door. Both of you took your shoes off and you turned on the lights through the apartment.

"If you want to fresh up, bathroom is there." you showed him the bathroom and he nodded as he went inside and closed door behind him. You went to the kitchen and started heating the water for the tea. In the meantime, Ango was washing his hands and face, unable to calm down at slightest, looking at his gloomy face in the mirror. He tried taking few deep breaths and walked out, entering the living room as you were placing two cups of tea on the table.

"Would you like to eat something as well?" you asked as you saw him standing behind you, observing. You were wearing a cocktail dress in your favorite color that was just above your knees and Ango's gaze got slightly lost as he observed you from your ankles up to your head.

"Not yet, thank you." he shook his head as he politely declined an offer. You nodded at him and sat down, gesturing him to do the same. He came close to the couch and sat next to you. His eyes were focused on the steam that was coming out of cups.

"Camomille?" he asked you, his eyes still on the cups.

"They say it's the best for relaxation." you smiled and took your cup, gently blowing so you can take a quick sip.

"I know you mentioned once that you put two spoons of sugar in coffee, so I assumed same goes for your tea. Is that okay?" you asked and slowly put down hot cup on the table. Ango's body language was still tense, aura around his body felt heavy, you felt like you were able to grasp it in your palms. Ango didn't say anything.

"Okay Ango, we know each other for some time now and we shared a lot of stories. I know this one is different but I would love to help you if I can in some way." you said in soft voice, observing his face.

"Help me?" he chuckled as his gaze became more irritated.

"Yes, just like I said, you can let it out on me, yell how everyone are idiots and how everything sucks. It helps me sometimes." you said softly, trying to ease him up as you moved closer to him, your hand gently rubbing his back. You could feel tightness in your chest due to his aura, you felt helpless but still wanted to help him out. He took a deep breath and turned his face towards yours. He could see genuine concern in your eyes, however it didn't make him relax.

"Look, I don't want to talk about it." he said sharply and you put your hand down on his thigh, stroking and squeezing it gently. He took a quick look at your hand moving on his thigh and he couldn't help, but get slightly hard.

"That's okay then, we don't have to talk about that...how about we-" you wanted to move your hand away from his thigh but suddenly got cut off due to his hand placing it back. You looked at him slightly shocked as his face was filled with frustration, but also lust in his eyes, type you have never seen before. He slowly leaned in as you were still looking at him, eyes wide open, unable to react. He was filled with heavy emotions, mind filled with almost nothing else but how good you look, how your hand was resting on his thigh, how angry and frustrated he felt and how hard he was. His other hand cupped your face as he slowly leaned in further. Your lips parted almost subconsciously, chest and tummy filled with butterflies as heat started spreading all over your body. You leaned in, your face not even an inch away from Ango's. He came back to his senses, as messy as his mind was in the moment he still didn't want to do something two of you might regret.

"Maybe we shouldn't." he whispered out, his lips practically brushing over yours.

"Why not?" you whispered back and he could see lust in your eyes making it harder for him to pull away.

"What if we ruin what we had so far?" he whispered, his voice was soft but he was getting even more frustrated with his own indecisiveness.

"What if we don't? Also, didn't you just say you don't feel like talking, yet-" Ango couldn't hold himself back anymore and finally broke the almost non existent distance between two of you, his tongue quickly finding yours. His kiss was demanding, deep, there wasn't even a bit of softness. You squeezed his thigh from intensity and he swiftly pushed you down on the couch, spreading your legs with his body as his hand held yours over your head meanwhile his other one traced outline of your waist as it moved down to grab your hip firmly. You whimpered in his mouth and he pulled away, his eyes low and dark. He quickly moved his lips down on your neck and left a quick kiss before he started sucking on it roughly. You quivered and whimpered out, wrapping your legs around him to pull him in more. Your dress was lifted from all the movement and you could feel his bulge pressing on your pussy. Groan left his throat as you started moving your hips on his clothed, hard cock in a desperate need for some friction. He moved his lips on the other side of your neck, sucking on it with more roughness than previous time. Your hand squeezed his as you whimpered out, still desperately humping on his cock. He whined as skin of your neck rested between his teeth and swiftly continued to suck on it. You could feel yourself slowly leaking out between your folds as you kept stimulating your clit on his bulge. You freed your hand and moved it down with the other one trying to quickly undo his shirt. You barely undid all of his buttons as you whimpered from sensations on your neck and clit. Ango swiftly got up, leaving almost purple marks behind and took off his shirt completely. Your eyes were focused on his soft, yet visible muscles as your hips kept grinding on him. His eyes were low, his dick was painfully hard and stimulated but once he saw neediness in your eyes he couldn't help himself. He grabbed your knees and spreaded your legs as his hips moved more into you and with that his cock pressured your clit more.

"Come on, fuck yourself properly desperate slut." he said in sharp, breathy voice as you desperately moved your hips, your orgasm slowly building up. He was looking at your face that was painted in neediness he never saw before and his dick twitched from the idea of completely ruining you now. You kept moving your hips and you could feel your orgasm slowly forming inside as heat filled your lower tummy and quickly after it reached its peak, making you moan sharply as your hands gripped the sheets underneath. You rolled your eyes back as you kept moving your hips riding it out, whimpers leaving your throat. Ango watched your face, all the thoughts in his head right now made him twitch inside his pants as he started leaking precum, a stain painting his boxers. You slowly came down from your high, taking deep breaths and Ango couldn't control himself any longer once he looked down and saw wet mark on your panties as well as his pants. He quickly positioned his face between your legs, his fingers dragged the edge of your panties revealing your wet, drooling pussy. He was in desperate need to taste the little mess you made of yourself and before you could say anything his tongue swiftly started licking your wet entrance, collecting your leaking juices. He pushed his tongue inside, desperately trying to get as much of you as he could. He was moaning in your pussy, sending vibrations through your body which made you whimper in bitter sweet pleasure. His nose gently pressed on your clit and his hands travelled on side of your thighs, lifting your dress more as you spreaded your legs for him. He wrapped his arms and hands around your thighs pulling you in. He slowly moved his tongue out of your pussy and placed it on your sensitive clit. You whimpered out as he started moving it rather roughly in circles, making you arch your back from sensation. His hands squeezed your thighs harshly, making you let out sharp moan. He was eating you out like a man starved as he kept whining in your clit, making you louder. You closed your eyes, focusing on nothing other than Ango's tongue and you could feel one of his hands leaving your thigh as his two fingers teased your entrance, he slowly dragging them up and down between your inner lips as his tongue kept rough pace. He slowly pushed his fingers inside as you whined out in pleasure and pain.

"Fuck." Ango whimpered out as he moved his lips away from your clit. Hot breath his voice left behind made you shiver.

"You are so tight around my fingers, I can only imagine..fuck." he started whispering as he dick twitched from imagining your thight pussy around him. He slowly started moving his fingers in and out. You whimpered out in mixture of pleasure and pain.

"Fuck Y/N, are you a vi-" he wanted to ask as he felt some sort of resistance but you cut him off.

"Yeah." you said in one quick breath. Ango looked up at you as he kept moving his fingers in and out slowly stretching you out. He became even more frustrated given the situation he was in. He wanted to ruin you immediately but given the fact you were a virgin he knew he couldn't do it at this very moment and have patience that he was already running low on.

"Fucking hell." he whispered out as he got more irritated with everything. He wasn't mad at you however this made situation different and harder for him.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked in a voice that made clear enough he was running out of patience, but he was also genuinely making sure you are okay with this. The thought of him being your first and completely ruining you under him was more than enough to make him more impatient and almost make him cum in his pants. He started extracting his fingers out but you swiftly clenched your walls around him.

"I can handle it." you whispered out and moved your head slightly up so you can see Ango's face.

"Keep going please." your soft voice had desperate tone tangled in it which was more than enough for Ango to keep going. He kept moving his fingers in and out, slowly stretching you out and putting more pressure in order to break small, thin layer of resistance. You grabbed sheets with more force as you felt his fingers moving causing you more pain than pleasure in this very moment. You bit your bottom lip as Ango moved his long fingers slightly deeper, putting more pressure and stretching you more. Sharp moan left your throat as he kept going deeper. Ango slowly moved his lips near your clit and his placed his warm, wet tongue on your sensitive clit. He moved it in few slow circles and his lips completely covered it as he started talking.

"Focus on this as much as you can." he whispered as his soft lips brushed over your sensitive clit and he started sucking on it intensely as his fingers started moving faster causing you one more mixture of pleasure and pain. Your eyes were glossy as tears started forming inside them. You kept whimpering and your thighs wrapped harshly around Ango's head. Your hands moved down in his locks, tangling inside as you pulled him in. He kept sucking on your clit and whining at sensations of your walls tightening around his fingers as you felt another orgasm approaching and your insides getting more stretched out. His whines sent vibrations through your body making your lower tummy fill up with heat and butterflies. He kept his pace on your clit as his fingers became more vigorous inside you making warm tears roll down your face. You let out loud breathy moans as you felt sweet release approaching and you tightened your grip on Ango's hair. His tongue started twirling on your clit as he kept sucking on it as his fingers broke layer and started pressuring your sensitive spot inside and you finally felt your orgasm blossoming inside. Tears kept running down your face as loud moans kept leaving your throat, this one was way more intense than previous one. Ango kept going as you slowly moved your hips, riding your high out. Ango's lips slowly moved away from your clit as he felt you finally relaxing as your legs and hands moved away from his face and hair. He extracted his fingers slowly, small amount of blood mixed with your cum coating them. He licked it away as you were getting your breathing under control and he quickly moved and grabbed your hair, pulling you up. He was kneeling and you looked up at him, your eyelids low.

"Let me ruin you completely, Y/N." he said in raspy voice and quickly undid his button and zipper of his pants as he pulled them down just enough for you to see outline of his painfully hard cock on his boxers. He swiftly moved them down too, his long, relatively thick and veiny cock almost completely lining up with his pelvic area. He moved one of his hands on your jaw and his thumb brushed over your slightly red bottom lip gesturing you to open up. You listened and you placed your tongue outside for him as well which made him smirk, almost sadisticly. He moved his cock on your tongue and impatience grew worse inside him. He wanted to fuck you relentlessly already but he couldn't due to situation which made him awfully irritated. He placed his hand behind your head and swiftly shoved his cock inside your mouth as he started thursting it in vigorously. You choked on it as it kept hitting back of your sensitive throat. Ango was whining and groaning loudly as he grabbed your hair tighter, making you stay in one place as he fucked your throat. You kept gagging and tearing up and tried your best to move your tongue under it to give Ango more sensation. He was rough and seeing your cheeks slowly getting wet from tears made him twitch and pulsate inside your mouth.

"You are almost a natural. Truly made to be a slut." he whimpered his sentence out as his pace became quicker. You tried your best to breathe through your nose as you kept gagging from his lenght and intensity.

"Look, ah-, you are taking me so well." he kept whimpering and whining loudly as his voice became messier. His glasses were full of stains that his hard breathing left behind. He kept his relentless pace and started getting louder as you started sucking as much as you could. He slowly pulled his cock back and rested it on top of your tongue. You looked up at him, slightly confused.

"Be a useful slut and suck." he ordered in sharp but breathy voice. You started sucking, your eyes filling up with tears as you tried taking him all the way in as your hand stroked bottom half of it. Ango kept moaning and whining as you became more rough yourself. He kept twitching and your other hand started gently massaging his balls which made him grab your hair tighter and pull your head back a bit. He was whimpering as you kept sucking and stimulating his balls, pulsating more and more on your tongue. He was getting closer and his grip on your hair became rougher. He pushed his hips slightly forward making you gag at sudden impact. You kept going in your own pace but Ango's patience was running low once again and he placed his other hand on top of your head as his other one rested on the back and he grabbed handful of your hair once again and started thursting inside your mouth chasing his release. He was loud, his whines and groans were all you were focused on beside his cock pulsating in your mouth. He threw his head back as he finally reached his orgasm, warm cum filling your mouth and he slowed down his movement to ride it out, loud whines leaving his throat. You swallowed all of it and Ango slowly extracted his cock out of your mouth and looked down on you, his gaze still lustful, frustrated and dark. You licked your lips collecting the small amount of cum that he left on them when he extracted himself. He quickly moved his hands on your back, pulling down the zipper of your dress. He was still painfully hard and painfully frustrated, you knew this would be one long night. You got up and started removing your dress, you let it drop on the floor and Ango quickly got up bending you over on the table.

"Ango-" you let out his name in slightly surprised tone.

"You said you will help me get rid of my frustration. Well, be happy. You are doing that right now." he said in raspy voice as his hands quickly pulled your panties down, letting them drop. He positioned his cock in lining of your entrance and not wasting another second he thursted inside. You yelped out at sensation of him stretching you out more than before. Your hands were on the table as your arms were straight giving you more stability, legs slightly spreaded and Ango's hands were holding your hips tightly, his fingernails digging inside your soft skin. He frowned as he let out a desperate groan from sensation of your tight pussy. He started moving in rougher pace, making you moan out loud. He grabbed your hips even harder as his thursts became vigorous, his pelvic area loudly smacking your ass, leaving red marks behind. Your back arched, room was filled with loud, needy, shameless moans and whines from two of you. Both of you were already sensitive from your previous orgasms, you more than Ango. His thursts kept hitting right spot inside you and made your whole body tremble as well as table shake from the intensity. You tried keeping your hands firmly on the table, eyes filled with more trears of pleasure and pain and Ango suddenly spanked your ass and it made you quiver, two cups falling over, now cold tea getting spilled all over the table. You and Ango didn't pay any attention to it as you were too focused on overwhelming sensations. Your pussy kept pulsating and tightening around him and that made him twitch inside you as he kept getting harder and harder, close to his second release. His head was filled with lustful desire but overwhelming sense of frustration, anger, irritation and somewhat regret washed over him, making him fuck you even harder. His eyes were filling up with tears from everything - his emotions, sensation your pussy gave him, his tip kissing your deepest spot inside and your walls clenching around him, making his already sensitive cock twitch and pulsate. Tears were already rolling down your cheeks heavily, your pussy was sore and too sensitive for his vigorous pace. He spanked your ass one more time, letting all of his heavy feelings and desires leave painful, red mark on it. Room was filled with your wet skins hitting each other, your low cries and Ango's breathy whimpers. Your hands were practically covered in tea but you couldn't react at all when another spank was left on your bruised ass. You only had enough strenght to move one of your wet, slightly sticky hands between your legs to make messy circles on your clit in desperate need for another release. Ango's pace became more relentless chasing his final release as he got overstimulated, his tip was burning and so was your pussy. You kept making messy circles, feeling closer to your release as Ango's cock kept pressuring your sensitive spot inside. Ango's eyes were filled up with tears and they slowly ran down his cheeks as yours kept falling down on the table, adding to the pool of tea that was already there. Ango's voice kept breaking as he tried to tell you how close he is and your throat choked out sound of confirmation as you were painfully close too. With few more vigorous thursts you felt Ango filling you up inside with his warm cum, his moans and whines breaking through little cries. You stimulated your clit a bit more and finally felt overwhelming sense of release washing over your lower tummy, your whole body started shaking as you cried out from intense pleasure your orgasm. Ango kept fucking his cum inside you as you closed your legs from overstimulating sensations, his cum mixed with yours dripping down your thighs. Ango quickly pulled out due to being overly sensitive as he couldn't handle it anymore. You were taking deep breaths as you finally came down your high feeling sore and tired. Ango dropped on the couch behind you and you sat next to him, not caring about the mess your leaking cunt will leave behind. You were both breathing heavily and you placed a soft kiss on his shoulder.

"Are you feeling better?" you asked through breathy voice, looking at his wet cheeks. You slowly brought your hand up, gently brushing away wet traces his tears left behind. Your neck and ass were bruised and it suddenly stung, making you quiver. Ango looked at you, his gaze softer than before and he gently cupped your cheek as he leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on your lips.

"I do, but taking a bath sounds like a good option for both of us now. Sounds good?" he said in calm voice as his thumb brushed your cheek. You nodded, smiling softly at him.

"Thank you..sorry if I was too rough with you." he said, nervous smile plastering over his face.

"Don't worry, if you need cheering up anytime in the future, let me know." you said teasingly and smiled. Ango chuckled.

"I have your number finally after all, I might as well use it since you were so polite about it." he gently teased back and placed a soft kiss on your lips.

"How about we run that bath now? Then I will help you clean this up." he said softly and you smiled, nodding. He smiled and picked you up slowly, making his way to the bathroom so two of you can spend rest of the night relaxing and comforting each other.

The End :) <3

Thank you once again for your request and patience! :) <3

I hope you enjoyed this and that I did it justice! :)

I want to thank everyone as well for all support you showed me so far, it means a world to me and I am beyond grateful! :) <3

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[miintsprigz]

Hey there!! Can you write something about the mercs reactions to a GN!Reader showing signs of toxicity towards the mercs and them confronting them and rebuilding their relationship together. It would be really cute :3 especially with scout (I just think he's a soft boyo lololol)

Not gonna lie to ya, this one was a challenge for me, I even asked to have it proofread. It’s not often I see a prompt like this. I really like it though—I don’t think we see repairing relationships and changing toxic behavior enough. It so often gets shut down, and while unfortunately there are times where you must separate, sometimes you can work on it!

So thank you for such a raw and real prompt, Anon. I appreciate you, and I hope that this meets your expectations and makes you smile.

GN!Reader who shows some toxicity from previous relationships

Song used for inspiration: Heart To Heart by Mac Demarco

Characters: Scout (TF2)

Warnings: uh, I don’t know—there are implications of past relationship trauma here (toxic behavior is sadly often learned from previous toxic relationships), so please be wary of that. Also, this may be considered a somewhat “difficult conversation”, but I promise you it ends well.

_

You sat on your bed, staring at your feet as they dangled just above the floor. A fast heartbeat pounded in your ears, you swore you could feel the blood coursing through every part of you.

Jeremy had said that he…wanted to talk to you. He wasn’t always the most conscientious of the connotation of his words. As soon as terror flooded your face, he had immediately clarified.

“You’re not in trouble, I promise! Geez, now I know how Ma felt…no, but it’s somethin’ serious…somethin’ important, ya know?”

That still left a good bit to the imagination.

So as the Scout finally made his way over to your room, you felt sick to your stomach. You still got that trademark knock on your doorframe.

“Hey. All set?”

Ready as I’ll ever be. Which is not at all.

You nodded your head, feeling the beginnings of a lump in your throat.

You felt the bed sink just a little as he sat down beside you—light as a feather, always, even holding still.

“I’m sorry that I made a whole big deal here but…well, it is a big deal to me.”

You truly thought you knew what was coming. You’d heard it before, out of people’s mouths, in the things they didn’t say, and echoing for years longer in your own mind, after the people voicing it were long out of your life.

“…you’ve had enough of me?”

“What??”

Genuine shock filled his voice, you could feel him go rigid.

“No. Absolutely not. That…that’s not even a thought in my mind, (Y/N), honest.”

Out of the corner of your eye, through quickly blurring vision, you saw a bandage-wrapped hand reaching for yours. You felt frozen, distant. Giving you a moment to move if you wanted to, he placed his hand over yours gently.

“Could ya just take a breath, babe? Please.”

You did just that, the sound rattling painfully. Why couldn’t you get through things like this without getting so emotional…

“I am not goin’ anywhere, okay? You know I love you, right?”

“…yeah.”

“…does it…not feel that way sometimes?”

The question sort of brought you back a bit, out of the haze of dread that conversations like this thrusted you into.

“…m…maybe…?”

“Yeah. I could kinda tell.”

Oh no. “I’m sorry—”

“It’s okay, don’t worry, lemme just explain a bit here—”

His fingertips brushed the back of your hand. A few tears escaped your eyes, but somehow, the gentle touch grounded you a bit.

“See…I forget stuff a lot. I’m not the sharpest tool in the shed. You know it, I know it. And I know it’s not good. But sometimes, when I do that, even if it’s by accident, it feels like ya kinda…shrink back? Or if I tell ya somethin’s goin’ on… Ya get quiet, even after I say I’m sorry, and…I just worry.”

He fidgeted a little, trying to sit more upright.

“And so…Spy talked to me, the other day. He felt bad revealin’ it—ah, who am I kiddin’, the guy loves this stuff—that you said I’m… really loud. And I’m sometimes too… in your face?”

You could feel your face flush as you remembered what you had said. Part of you was mad at Spy for telling Scout, he surely knew this was sensitive information…but…

“He said he told you that you should tell me to cut it out…and it seemed ta him like ya thought I wouldn’t do anything if ya did.”

You looked up to find that he was already looking right at you. He didn’t look angry. Not anywhere. But surely he must have been…right?

“…was it somethin’ like that?”

Slowly, you nodded your head, feeling your shoulders go stiff.

He looked down at his hand, still over yours, and looked back up at you worriedly.

“…I think ya might be doin’ it now. And I might be too. Do you want me ta move back?”

“N-No!!!”

Jeremy’s eyes went wide, blinking quick, before his mouth went taut on the edges.

“…are ya sure that ya mean that?”

You went to reassert that yes, yes you did…but you knew that you didn’t mean that. The contact had helped at first, but it was too much right now. Slowly, you shook your head.

“…yeah. See, (Y/N), this is why I wanted ta talk.”

His hands folded together, pulling away from you. You couldn’t look at him anymore, staring down at your lap through a veil of tears.

“Ya can look down if it helps ya. I know this is kinda…scary, I guess? But just listen to me, please.”

You nodded, and did just that.

Scout took a breath, and it felt like he was weighing each word.

“You want me to feel at ease when we’re together, right?”

You nodded again. His voice was so soft. The normally bombastic and energetic speed and volume had been dialed down. So careful. Very unlike how he was with the others.

“Yeah. I want you to feel that way, too. And if that means that I gotta knock somethin’ off, I’d like you…ta let me know, ya know what I mean?”

A slightly nervous laugh sounded from him, and you were beginning to see what he was trying to say.

He did forget important dates—you knew he didn’t mean to, but it hurt. And as much as you loved seeing him happy and excited, the volume and the physical contact could be extremely overstimulating.

“I’m not angry at you at all, by the way. I never wanted you ta feel like that. Maybe other people have gotten mad at ya for, for tellin’ em you didn’t like stuff they did. But I won’t. I promise ya that. And you know how stubborn I am about promises.”

A slight smile came to your face, even with how hard you were trying not to cry.

“…did people do that to ya, (Y/N)? People ya grew up with? Or other folks ya dated?”

Your lip quivered, and again, you nodded your head.

“Oh…I’m sorry, baby. That ain’t right. Not at all. You’re never gonna get any of that with me, and if you do? You tell me. Don’t hold nothin’ back, okay? Cuz that’s the last thing I’d ever wanna do to ya.”

Feeling bold enough to look up again, in spite of basically falling apart at this point, you caught a switch between the most serious you had ever seen Scout…and possibly the most adoring look he’d ever given to you.

“…I love you so much, (Y/N). I don’t know if I’ve ever loved anyone so much. I’m tellin’ ya all this because I love ya! You’re such a sweetheart—you’re always lookin’ out for me. Very few people have done that, so it means everythin’ ta me.”

You exhaled softly, a muted laugh, and that seemed to perk him up even more.

“And I don’t just love what ya do, I love everything you are. The way ya smile, the way ya make jokes, the way ya sing…it’s all so…so good, baby. You are so good.”

You couldn’t help but smile at that. If he had a tail, it would be wagging. The voices that so often nagged at you that he’d get tired of you went dead silent whenever he talked like this. And in moments like these, you knew he was telling the truth.

“You make me feel like I’m on top of the world. So, could ya give me the chance ta look out for you, too? Cuz I want to. Tell me anything, and I’ll do the best I can to make it happen. I’m always gonna be a little loud, a little clingy, a little…obnoxious. But…you knew that, right?”

Slowly, you nodded, wiping your eyes, your tears having subsided.

“Yeah. And I love you so much because of…a-and sometimes, in spite of those things.”

“See? There ya go!! That was great. May I uh…”

Scout stretched his hand out, and, now wanting to hold it, you quickly grabbed on tight, and tried to pull him in closer. He caught on quick.

“Oh…oh! Okay, hang on…”

Wrapping you in his arms, Scout held you close.

“Is this good?”

You fidgeted a little, then nodded. “Yeah. This is great, Jeremy. Hey…”

“Hm?”

“…thank you. For talking to me. I know it can be hard to talk stuff through with me sometimes. I was so, so scared…that you were just done…”

“I knew ya were, babe. And I hate seein’ ya hurtin’ so much. But, I think…when ya love a person—like, really love ‘em—you’ll do what ya gotta do to make it the best it can be. Even if that means doin’ scary stuff.”

“Yeah…yeah, I think I got it.”

Giggling a little, Jeremy reached for the side of your face with one hand, and you leaned into it, craning your head upwards to peck him on the lips before you curled up against his chest.

“I know it’s hard when ya learned somethin’ one way for years, and now ya gotta…unlearn it, I guess? Honestly, it was hard not ta mess around with the resta the guys when I first got here, cuz I was used’ta it with my brothers back home. But…honestly, I got a different deal with these wackos, so the change kinda works out.”

Giggling at his teasing the others, you looked back up at him, feeling your once racing heart now only aflutter with joy at being in the arms of the man you loved.

“…I think this one works out too.”

“Yeah.”

#tf2 x reader #tf2 x you #team fortress 2 x reader #tf2 scout #scout tf2 #tf2 scout x reader #scout x reader #mint writes

[girlboypersonthingy]

Hey!!! would you mine a cute lance x reader where lance has a nightmare or smth angsty and the reader comforts him? thank you so much!

Well hello again anon~ 😘 These anon requests are literally keeping me alive rn, I love it. YES I love this idea. I love Lance so much, it’s a problem. Enjoy~

Calm Me Down ✨☁️

You and Lance have such a strong bond. While everyone in the castle will sometimes get annoyed and grossed out by how adorably in love you two are, they also know that you two are literally soulmates, two peas in a pod, totally meant to be. Surprisingly, Lance is such a gentleman with you, always asking for your consent before moving the relationship to the next stage. Today, he mentioned wanting to sleep with you.

“NO NO NO, NOT LIKE THAT!!!” He screams in horror, hands up defensively as you just laugh, his face a hot pink color now. “I know, I’m kidding! I’d love to have a sleep over with you. You’re the best cuddler in the entire universe and every other universe that surrounds it.” His blush begins to fade as he takes a deep breath, grabbing your hand and lacing his fingers between yours. “Geez…I really thought you were gonna swing on me for a tick there.” You playfully nudge him as you walk slowly together, your clasped hands swinging back and forth. “Yeah? Well you better watch your hands tonight, Lance or I’ll have to teach you a lesson.” He smirks and nods. “I promise to be a good boy.”

~Later that night~

You agreed to sleep in his room and you also, hesitantly, agreed to let him pamper you tonight. He is such a sweetheart. He puts a moisturizing sheet mask on your face before gently massaging lotion onto your hands, stopping every so often to lean over and kiss you on the head. “Feel good, mi cariño?” You nod as you close your eyes, sleep weighing heavily on you. “(Y/N), you’re tired already? I haven’t even painted your nails yet.” He complains, making you smile. “I’m sorry, today was a long day. Why don’t you come up here and hold me and let’s get some rest.” You had him at ‘hold me’.

He’s quick to shimmy in next to you, making sure the blanket is covering both of you. You’re facing each other, laying on your side. The room is cold and dimly lit now, you can barely see the soft smile on his face. “Goodnight, (Y/N).” “Goodnight, Lance.” One of his arms is cushioning the side of your head while his other hand rests on your hip. You’re having trouble trying to figure out where to rest your arms, shifting under the blanket every couple seconds. It’s not that you don’t love cuddling him, you’re just used to sleeping alone and now you’re sort of uncomfortable and out of your element. The sleep you just felt tugging at your eyelids is gone. You’re surprised when you hear soft snores coming from Lance. For someone with so much energy during the day, he sure fell asleep fast.

You’re nervously examining your partners sleeping face, worried that your tossing and turning would ruin his sleep. As your eyes adjust, you notice his mouth hanging open slightly and the way his breath tickles over your face makes you gush with feelings. He is so cute, so innocent and sweet, so nice and caring with you. You try your best to relax, letting one arm drape over his torso as the other comes up and under the pillow. You close your eyes, sleep soon overwhelming you.

About an hour later, you’re startled awake when you feel a hard nudge to the chest, making you groan. “Ow, Lance. What the fu-“ As your groggy eyes adjust to the lighting in the room, you notice his eyes are still closed. He looks upset or maybe he’s in pain, you’re not sure but he’s pushing you away from him softly. “Lance?” You whisper, watching his lips quiver, his eyebrows furrow. He’s sweating…like a lot. Or maybe that’s just tears? A low mumble leaves his shaky lips but you couldn’t really understand it. “Lance, wake up. Lance…” You are trying to be gentle with him, shaking his shoulder softly but he just won’t stir from this nightmare.

Finally, after shaking him a little harder, his eyes open wide and he gasps for air. Before you can even get a word out, he shoves you off the bed hard and fast then sits up abruptly. You land on your back with a thud and a groan. You sit up slowly and look up at his shaking figure. “Lance? Are you alright?” But the look on his face told you he was far from alright. He looked scared, more like traumatized, and he was panting like he’d just run a marathon. “What’s the matter? What happened? Talk to me, baby.” You slowly crawl back on the bed, not taking your eyes off him.

He’s just staring at you with wide eyes, his chest rising and falling at an extremely fast pace. “Lance?” You reach for his hand on the bed but he’s faster than you. He grabs your wrist and pulls you to his chest, his arms loosely wrapped around you. He’s full on sobbing now, his head slumped against your shoulder as he shakes violently. It’s only a matter of seconds before your shirt is drenched with tears and snot. Beautiful boy is ugly crying on you right now. Without a second thought, you’re squeezing him close and rubbing your hands up and down his back, massaging slow circles into his muscles. “You wanna talk about it?” He doesn’t respond, just continues to weep into your shirt.

Okay, time to pull out the big guns. You pull away from him slowly, carefully before you gently guide his body to lay down on his side. You push his shoulder down and pet his hair as he gradually leans over onto the bed. You lay behind him and scoot closer until he’s fully against you, his back pressed against your chest, your knees up against the back of his own. You were fit together perfectly, not even an inch between the two of you. You sneak one arm up under his head and drape your other arm over his waist. He’s still quivering, still hyperventilating, still crying. All you can do is hold him close and run your fingers over any areas of exposed skin. As your finger tips roam his body, you can feel him trying to take slower and deeper breaths. Being his big spoon was like a magic trick, it always made him feel better.

After a few minutes, his body is still and his breathing is much slower. “I love you…” You whisper softly before placing a kiss on the nape of his neck. He turns over to face you now, scooting closer until he can rest his forehead against yours. “I love you more.” He lets out a deep breath as his eyes shut and he’s finally starting to relax.

Your hands are still gently tracing over his skin and he starts to copy you, gently gliding his fingers all over your body. Eventually, Lance seems to get impatient and starts to get grabby with you. He grips your hip and attempts to scoot closer to you, catching your lips in a desperate kiss. You can feel that his cheeks are still wet with tears. Your hand cradles the back of his head as you deepen the kiss, slowly moving your lips against his. A quiet moan rumbles in his throat as his hands move to rest on your butt. Normally, you’d flick him in the nose for getting this handsy with you but you didn’t mind it right now. He needed you, needed to touch and hold you to bring him back to reality.

As your lips part, you look down to see his lips curled up into a slight smile. “Are you okay, darling?” His reply is delayed as he stares at your lips, still wet with his saliva. “No…I need more kisses.” His voice is hoarse. This makes you chuckle softly before you press your lips against his once more. “One more hour of this and I think I’ll be okay again.” He speaks against your lips as he gives your bum a gentle squeeze. Now you’re actually laughing, your eyes squinting shut as his hands travel up your back now.

“Anything for you, lover boy.” And the next hour was spent sloppily and sleepily making out and touching all over each other until his tears had dried and his smile was radiating in the darkness. No one can calm him down the way you do 💙

#voltron #voltron x you #voltron legendary defender #voltron x reader #vld #lance mcclain #lance vld #lance voltron #vld lance #lance mcclain x reader #voltron fandom #lance x reader #langst #Lance

[puppygirl-420]

Actually can't see your likes, but you're pretty transparent. It won't take long for me to know every corner of your little mutt brain.

I want to be a part of your search party so I can make sure I didn't leave any clues behind. I'll take pictures with your family and friends and show them to you. I want to be even darker and grab a missing persons poster so I can cum on it and make you eat it... Just like a regular pup tearing into the paper...

You make me want to be so evil and I'm going to love all the darkness you bring out of me. I constantly imagine kissing and licking your chest as you try to push me away. I want to hold you so tightly so it hurts as I tell you over and over again how sorry I am that I'm doing this.

You make me so needy, pretty puppy. 💜💜

my nipples are so sensitive 🥺 itd be so easy to overstimulate meeeee... id love to be the reason you finally snap and cant control yourself anymore. having to kidnap me and force me to love you because you cant imagine it any other way. you just have to have me and keep me like a lil pet.. hehe

geez youve really thought about this huh? i love how sick and twisted your ideas are.. fucking with my family, so sadistic of you 😋🥰 makes me feel so special 💖 what did i do to deserve such a devoted.. hmm stalker? i guess ur not quite there yet. actually last night i was making ramen and i was like yk what would be sooo hot? texting me from a private number or something anon and being like "ramen looks yummy. enjoy puppy. btw you left a cabinet open. silly girl 🤭" anywaysss.. thank you for giving me something to look forward to 🥰😋

#puppy sub #dumb puppy #cnc free use #cnc k!nk #cnc kidnapping #rough cnc #cnc somno #free use cnc #breeding k1nk #somno breeding #kidnapping k1nk #kidnap roleplay #kidnap fantasy #cnc sub #cnc rough #cnc brat #cnc stalking #stalking fantasy #stalker

[total-drama-takes-takes-2]

tti episode 8

“Last time on Total Takes Island: the teams set out on a lovely canoe trip to scenic Bony Island, where they carried their boats over two miles of treacherous jungle, featuring man-eating beavers and a few grumpy geese. O’s anxiety got the best of him, and he cost his team not one, but four players. While Ass and Courtney were busy tearing their team apart, Michael and Max were the only ones keeping theirs together. Ultimately, the Fujoshis one, and O took the walk of shame- O no! Haha. I wrote that one myself. Will the Fujoshis keep up their winning streak? Will Julia ever get over her crippling fear of geese? Find out now- on Total! Takes! Island!”

Early in the morning just outside Camp, Sha-Mod and McLovin sit on the beach, building a sand mansion together and speaking in hushed tones (though no one else is up yet).

“And, I dunno, they’re both great, but I get the vibe they don’t like each other, ya know?” McLovin says, picking up a sand dollar. 

“I can’t blame Courtney. That Ass is sha-bad news, they didn’t even apologize for crinkling my Lightning!” he exclaims, pointing to the slightly-indented photo of Lightning over his face. “They’ve been a real problem since Mal left.”

“Maybe for you,” McLovin sighs. “Since Mal’s been gone, I’ve had TWO chicks on my tail! I know I’m a catch, but geez, man!”

“Well, as long as I’m here, we can stay partnering up!” Sha-Mod announces, pointing at himself. “Avoid all the girl drama, you know?”

“Thanks, bud, I knew I could count on you,”

Sha-Mod nods as a voice blares over the intercom. “Campers! Get your white-tailed butts in gear and meet me in the mess hall for your deer-ly exciting challenge! Ahaha, I am on FIRE today!”

The intercom crackles off and McLovin and Sha-Mod give each other a perplexed expression. 

The mess hall is almost entirely silent as the campers yawn and stretch, tending to bug bites and trying to down the bitter coffee from Chef’s breakfast ensemble. 

Scruffy carries a tray back to the Anon’s table, making a point to sit away from Michael as Julia, on her left side, glares daggers in everyone else’s direction. Max comes next, making fleeting eye contact with Michael before sitting on the other side of Scruffy. 

---

MICHAEL: “I really don’t get it. Just when I thought we were starting to get along, he gives me the cold shoulder! After I saved his ass, too! Maybe Julia was right…”

---

Staci sits on the other side of Michael instead, smiling brightly and spooning the apple sauce-like substance Chef was serving. “So… has anyone kin-assigned you two yet?”

Julia raises an eyebrow. “Has anyone what?”

“Oh, you know how I’m literally Staci from Revenge of the Island? I’ve been helping everyone on the team find their inner kins, too! Well… I haven’t told them yet, but I’ve been keeping a list,” Staci grins, pulling out a thick, fuzzy pink diary and dropping it on the table. “Ok, so, Max is Scarlett from Pahkitew (ironically, hah), Scary is Scary Girl from the 2023 reboot, Scruffy is Sierra… hmmm,”

Staci takes a moment to scan the two girls over, judging their facial expressions and body language before smiling and nodding. “Gwen and Heather,”

“Excuse me?”

“It’s the standard loner and popular mean girl dynamic, duh,”

Michael rolls her eyes. “Not to rain on your parade, but doesn’t this whole kin-assigning thing feel like yet another way to be forcibly labeled based off of surface-level traits?”

“That’s such a Gwen answer,”

“Okay, I’m outta here,” Michael says, climbing over the bench. 

Chris suddenly ducks inside the hall, grinning widely. “Hope you’re all enjoying your breakfast, campers, because this challenge is gonna be a doozy! Outside, you'll find your supplies for today’s, um, adventure,”

The campers look nervous and stand, following Chris outside to where two large crates are waiting, unopened. Scruffy shakes their head. 

“Today’s challenge is a personal favorite of mine: hunting!” he beams, opening a crate and pulling out a neon pink paintball gun. “Unfortunately, due to province law, I can’t give you anything more powerful than paint without getting everyone a license, which sounds boooring!” he tosses the paintball gun to Courtney. 

“Welcome to the second ever paintball deer hunt! Now, normally, I’d assign hunters and deer for you, but I think it’d be funnier to watch you all sort it out. You have five minutes to decide who’s hunting- and who’s being hunted!”

The teams give each other anxious glances as Chris walks away. 

Courtney turns to the Fujoshis and tosses the gun in their hands to Sha-Mod. 

---

COURTNEY: “Believe it or not, I am a very non-confrontational person. My strategy from the beginning has been the fly under the radar and focus on defense rather than offense. Hunting? No can do. But I can hide!”

---

“If Sha-Mod is a hunter, I wanna be a hunter, too!” McLovin yells, waving his hand around. Courtney shrugs and tosses him a gun from the crate. 

“Oh, me, too. Those little deer outfits are terrible,” Ass nods. Courtney hesitates for a moment, gun still in their hands until Caesar butts in. 

“Um, no. I’m not getting paint on this suit. Gun me, please,” he extends his hands. 

“I was first!”

“Rock paper scissors for it?”

Both hold their palms flat in front of them and tap their fists against them three times. As Ass throws scissors, Caesar walks behind them and takes the gun and safety glasses from Courtney. 

“Hey! I thought we were playing for that!”

“What are you, five?” Caesar chuckles. “Come on, Bonbon, let’s go find somewhere quiet.”

Bonnie adjusts the deer tail and antler headband before walking off into the woods with Caesar. Ass sighs, but puts on the accessories with Courtney without another complaint. McLovin and Sha-Mod fist-bump, and then run into the woods together. 

“Obviously, I’ll be taking one of these,” Max says, picking a neon blue gun from the crate. “Let’s see… Scary?”

Scary growls at him, but accepts their paintball gun and safety gear anyway before bounding off into the woods, giggling. 

“Hm…” Max surveys the rest of the team. “S-”

“I volunteer!” Staci yells, waving their hand in the air. “My aunt’s husband’s grandfather taught me how to shoot, and my great-great-great-”

“Alright! Just take it!” Max shoves the gun into their arms. “Anyone else?”

Michael smiles, and opens her mouth. “I-”

“Kelly!” Max says, tossing them the gun before pointing ahead and walking straight past Michael. “Alright, let’s move out.”

---

MICHAEL: “...am I crazy? Am I going insane? Is that it? Did I just imagine everything?!”

---

MAX: “Michael is a liability to the team. She’s a good player, but she’s distracting me. I mean, she’s a distraction,” he pauses, crossing his arms and glaring at the camera. “I didn’t mean it like that!”

---

“Does this tail make my arse look big, baby?” Austin asks, looking around his back. 

“Yes, dear,” Kelly says, loading their gun with blue paintballs. 

“Groovy!” 

The two walk through the woods, holding hands and paying little attention to their surroundings. The morning sun shines through the foliage above as they enter a clearing. 

“Wanna help me practice?” Kelly smiles, finishing up on their gun. 

---

Austin takes a bite out of the apple Kelly handed him before putting it on his head and standing still with his back against a tree. 

Kelly holds the gun’s aim up to her left eye, closing her right and taking aim. 

“Are you sure this is safe, baby?”

“Yeah, I saw it in a movie once,” 

“Well, in that case, fire away!” Austin beams, putting his hands on his hips.

Kelly readjusts the gun once again and aims, then re-aims it, before finally pulling the trigger. 

Click. 

Nothing happens. Austin keeps smiling, still frozen in place. “I’m waiting, baby!”

Kelly pulls the trigger again- still, nothing. They frown and lower the gun. “I think this one’s jammed or something,” 

Austin slouches and the apple rolls off his head. He walks over and Kelly hands him the gun, which he inspects thoroughly by looking straight down the barrel. “I don’t see anything, baby,”

“Maybe it’s the trigger. What’re we gonna do?”

Austin thinks for a moment. “Let’s go ask someone for help. I’m sure they’ll be willing to lend a hand!”

The two hear some rustling from a few bushes nearby and turn, look at each other, and then peek out of the clearing onto the path from which the noise came. 

“I don’t know, I guess I thought we were friends,” Michael sighs, crossing her arms against her chest and leaning against a tree. Her usual parka is tucked somewhere back at camp so as to avoid getting paint on it, leaving her in a black tank top. Julia sits on a rock beside her, picking at her cuticles. 

“Yeah, well, you get what you pay for. I tried to tell you he has a stick up his butt,”

“Yeah… I guess you’re right,” 

Kelly and Austin step through the foliage, smiling. “Hey, girls!” Kelly laughs nervously. 

Julia and Michael both raise an eyebrow. 

“We were wondering if you cool cats could lend us some advice,”

Julia’s “No” and Michael’s “What’s up?” overlap, but Austin continues nonetheless.

“Our thingy is straight jammed, baby, very ungroovy,”

“Um… well, I can take a look at it,” Michael shrugs. “No guarantees I’ll know what to do, though.”

“Yeah, have fun with that. I’m gonna go to the kitchen, I’m starving,” Julia says, starting off down the trail. Michael takes the gun from Kelly, looking it over before nodding. 

“Your safety is still on,” she says, taking it out and handing the paintball gun back to Kelly before a rustling from the bushes behind them grabs their attention. All three turn- Kelly aims the now-working gun and fires a few shots into the woods, hitting nothing. 

“Save your ammo-” Michael starts before a round of paintballs hits her in the stomach. “Aw, man, what the hell!”

Sha-Mod and McLovin giggle from behind the bushes, crouching down army-style while they reload. “Hit her again!” McLovin smirks. 

“Uh, shouldn’t we sha-try for the other players, too?”

“We will, I just love seeing that dumb look on her face!”

“Can’t sha-argue with that!” 

Sha-Mod fires at Michael again, practically coating her in pink from the neck-down. “You got me, alright! Jesus!”

McLovin suddenly springs up, aiming his gun and firing at Austin, who grabs Michael’s shoulders and uses her as a shield. 

“What the hell!” she yelps. Austin smiles apologetically and then runs into the woods with Kelly, leaving Michael dripping in pink. 

---

“I’m honestly kinda surprised that the network let you on, man,” Scruffy says, taking notes as they and Frollo walk down the trail. “Usually TV syndicates don’t like having religious views expressed on teen shows.”

“It was God’s will to have me spread his word on this program,” Frollo answers plainly. Scruffy raises an eyebrow, but doesn’t say anything else as the two walk down the trail. 

---

Frollo sits in the confessional, reading his Bible in complete silence.

---

Caesar offers Bonnie a stick of gum, which they accept. The two are sitting in a sunny flower patch at the mouth of a small pond, a crystal-clear waterfall pouring fresh water from the rock formation above. 

“Who knew nature could be so tolerable?” Caesar sighs, kicking back with his hands behind his head. Bonnie nods in agreement. “If only the woods had a wifi connection, this would be paradise,”

A sudden rustling in the woods beyond catches both of their attention and Caesar jumps up, clumsily holding the gun and stepping in front of Bonnie. He peers through the tall bushes surrounding the oasis and sees Scruffy and Frollo walking the trail, then chuckles. 

“Revenge is a dish best served pink,” he takes aim just in time for Frollo to notice, turning and holding up his Bible like a shield. 

Caesar shoots, hitting the book several times as Scruffy hits the deck and army crawls behind a nearby log. The intensity of the paint pellets eventually causes Frollo to stumble backwards, falling next to his walk-buddy. 

“Hey!” Bonnie shouts. 

Caesar whips around, but it’s too late. Staci shoots Bonnie three times in the chest, leaving them covered in blue. 

“Bonbon, NO!” he shouts, extending a hand for them to catch as they dramatically fall backwards. Time seems to slow down as the two reach for each other, but Caesar slips, falling on his paintball gun and crushing it, and Bonnie simply lands on their butt, unscathed. 

“Haha! That’s for great-great-great uncle Teddy, suckers!” Staci shouts before running off into the woods. 

---

“I think I hear something, man,” Sha-Mod whispers, holding a finger to Lightning’s lips and pressing his ear against the rocky formation, as if trying to hear through it. 

He then nods. “Sounds like those two girls from the other team- or maybe one of those girls and that little guy,” 

McLovin follows his footsteps, also listening in. “Sounds like a cave. Let’s corner them!”

The two fist bump and jog around to the other side of the stone hill, stopping and leaning against the very outer corners of the mouth of a large cave. The echoes of two high-pitched voices follow, though their dialogue is too jumbled to make out. 

“On three,” Sha-Mod whispers. “One- 

-Two-

-Three!”

McLovin and Sha-Mod come running in, screaming and brandishing their weapons like machine guns, shooting everywhere except for their targets. Sha-Mod runs further, crashing into the two shadowy figures at the back of the cave and sending all three to the floor. 

“HEY!” Courtney shouts. 

Ass hisses. "Nice going, genius!"

Sha-Mod opens his eyes, his expression changed to one of pure terror. He immediately jumps back to his feet as Courtney and Ass groan, and then stand. McLovin sucks in his breath from behind the trio. 

“Uh…”

Courtney rubs their head, groaning before realizing they can’t stand up straight. They open their eyes wider and see their antlers and Ass’ antlers are intertwined. Both gasp, and then narrow their eyes at each other.

“Let go,” Ass insists. 

“I’m not holding on!”

Sha-Mod looks around nervously while McLovin starts to back away slowly as the two bicker. Eventually, Ass turns, stepping over to the boys and dragging a stubborn Courtney with them, and they grab the gun from Sha-Mod’s hands. 

McLovin and Sha-Mod run out of the cave, screaming and covered in pink paint as Courtney and Ass chase them. 

---

Julia walks along the path back to where she’d left Michael, Kelly, and Austin, seemingly bored and perfectly calm. 

She pauses as Chris’ voice blares over the intercom: “Don’t forget that removing your antlers or tail will result in an immediate elimination! Hahaha,” 

Julia rolls her eyes before hearing a rustling behind her. She turns, terrified, before Scary swings down from a tree branch, hanging upside down as they shoot her. 

“Hey! HEY!” she screams. “I’m on YOUR team! Wait- this isn't paint!” she yelps as she's pelted with pebbles, covering her in tiny bruises.

Scary giggles and disappears back into the canopy.

“FREAK!”

Michael comes trudging down the path seconds later, sulking and peeling drying paint off her skin. “What happened to you?” the two ask in unison. 

---

Chris leans back in his director’s chair, putting his hands behind his head and sighing as Chef arrives with another platter of fresh crepes. 

He takes a seat at the table seconds later, enjoying the open air and sunshine as the two enjoy their mid-challenge brunch just outside of the woods, relishing in the screams of campers and the sound of paintballs splattering. 

“This really is what I needed. No radiation, no dinosaurs, just some good old fashioned nostalgia-based torture,” Chris grins. “Oh, my- is that lemon curd I spy?”

Chef nods. “Imported,”

Chris licks his lips, but just before he can reach across the table, Sha-Mod, McLovin, Ass, and Courtney run out of the woods, the latter still chasing and shooting at the former, taking turns on the gun as their antlers are still tangled.

As they reach the top of the hill separating the craft services tent from the woods, they trip on each other and roll down the slope straight into the breakfast table. The campers groan, lying on the crushed array of berries, creams, and crepes. 

Chris’ shocked stare turns into one of pure anger in seconds. “Seriously?! That was my brunch, dudes! Do you know how long crepes take to make?!”

Chef rolls his eyes. 

“Eliminated! Disqualified! Done!” Chris pulls out his megaphone and yells into it “Anons in the area, get over here!”

Kelly and Austin, as well as Max, Staci, and Scary come strolling out of the forest, surrounding the pile of Fujoshis on the tattered mess that used to be a nice wooden table. 

Chris jabs a finger down. “Take them out, please,”

Kelly grins, aims, and fires directly at Ass, and Scary shoots Courtney somewhere around sixty times before running out of ammo. 

Chef turns to Chris. “Where’d she get the extra paintballs from?”

“Who cares? Fujos, you’re out! I’ll see you at the campfire tonight- as soon as you’re done cleaning this mess and making me a new brunch!”

The team groans in unison. 

---

“Well, that could’ve gone worse,” Max says, stirring the odd green soup Chef was serving for dinner. The Fujoshis- save for Bonnie and Caesar, who were sitting alone at their table- were off on bathroom cleaning duty, as assigned to them by a still-hangry Chris. 

“You did great, baby!” Austin smiles, wrapping an arm around Kelly’s shoulders. “I’m so proud!”

Kelly beams. Michael rolls her eyes. 

“Are we not gonna talk about the problem, here?!” Julia snaps, rotating an ice pack around the multiple bruises on her body. “I want that little emo weirdo gone!”

Everyone in the group turns to Scary in the kitchen, who’s busy throwing mysterious ingredients into the soup while Chef’s back is turned. 

“That’s something we can agree on,” Max sighs. “But it’s not the right time. Scary is unpredictable, but she’s a good player, and we need that.”

Julia scoffs. “When did you get all soft?” 

“I’M NOT- nevermind. I said no, so the answer is no,” 

“Whatever, Elmo,”

Max grumbles and crosses his arms, but doesn’t press the matter any further. Frollo rolls his eyes, and Scruffy jots something down. 

---

SCRUFFY: “There’s a lot going on on the team that I’m not being told about. It’s hard to report on facts when everyone keeps being so vague… I almost wish I got placed with the Fujoshis, at least their losing streak is something to write about!”

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“Fujoshis, you’re here because your team sucks, you ruined my crepes, and your complete lack of coordination, aside from when you’re going after your own team members, is honestly pretty pathetic,” Chris says. “Unfortunately, only one of you will be going home tonight.”

“McLovin- you’re safe. Courtney, Bonnie, Caesar. You get to stay,”

Ass and Sha-Mod look at each other nervously. Courtney smirks a little. 

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COURTNEY: “I’m not a vindictive person. I’m not! Let's just say I'm not a fan of the attitude demonstrated by some members on the team. But… we wouldn’t have lost today if someone had been able to see who he was shooting.”

---

Chris grins. “And the final marshmallow…

Goes…

To…

…Ass. Sha-Mod, I’m sorry man- Not!” Chris’ smile drops. “Now get out.”

Sha-Mod sighs, and even the crinkled Lightning picture looks sad. He stands and begins walking down the docks, boarding the boat of losers as McLovin follows after him. 

“I’ll win this for us, bro! We’ll have a real mansion someday! With real giant sand dollars!”

Sha-Mod waves as the boat speeds away. “I believe in youuuuuuu!”

“Wow, how touching,” Chris says in a monotone voice. “Will McLovin actually live up to his promises? Will Ass and Courtney ever make up? Find out next time- on Total! Takes! Island!”

#tti #total takes island

[yuquinzel]

AHAUZJSOZ THOSE WERE SO CUTE 😭 and help ?? i get so shy talking about my selfships too, why is it so embarrassing geez :')

omg so do you have any megumi headcanons? like in general :0

— AA TYTY, TOOK ME SO LONG TO FIND THE RIGHT ONES T_T

and omfg you just asked me to give my megumi headcanons you have NO IDEA how much i think about him

he's demisexual. (and unlabelled) yes. this is maybe me projecting onto my faves but i wholeheartedly believe my boy's on the asexual spectrum :P

THE NBHD AND MCR STAN. like c’mon, you have to agree here

feeds stray cats and dogs he finds and always whispers something like “i just wanna win your trust” as if they'll understand STFU HE'S SUCH A DORK

doesn't know how to receive compliments w/o being awkward :(( call him pretty and he'll be like “oh... uh, thanks, you too..”

has watched every ghibli movie in existence and his comfort movie is spirited away, (again, projecting :> )

mine is whisper of the heart, that being said, we have ghibli movie marathons at least once a month or else I'd actually lose my mind

i feel like he doesn't make playlists and just shuffles thru his liked songs smh

doesn't cry in public, or at all. but when he does it's just... overwhelming, like tears that won't stop and broken sobs and muffled whimpers.... :<

love language in terms of giving: acts of service and quality time

love language in terms of receiving: physical touch and quality time

LIKE he REALLY likes hugs and just has to be touching his s/o in some, subtle way ajsbsjs -> i volunteer btw

summons his divine dogs when he's upset ahahshs :((

ALWAYS SMELLS SO GOOD

owns a lot of scented candles, helps him collect his thoughts

annotates the books he'll recommend to you

library dates or cozy, comfortable dates at home cooking together are his favourites

OKAY HONESTLY I HAVE A LOT MORE BUT IF I GO ON I WON'T BE ABLE TO STOP T_T

basically these are all the reasons he should be real and date me

thank you for asking anon :D i think half of these are me projecting LOL

#ಣ𐬹𝆬 ─ shared secrets. #ʚ ₊˚◞ ⌕ ─ anon. #n e ways #if you have megumi headcanons #do share some ^_^ #i hope you had/have the loveliest day <3 #「❀」 — megumi!

[wednesdaysoneandonlygf]

Cuddles with Gianni

Request from anon: Cuddles with Giannis after a long day

I stalked out of the gym dragging my feet as I made my way to the car.

“Geez, coach was hard on us today, don’t you think y/n”

“I know! I tripped and he yelled at me like there was no tomorrow.”, I opened the door and threw my bag

in the passenger seat. Making my way to the other side of the car, I bid my teammate goodbye and drove away. Between the silence and the stress tears started to flow down my face as I threw my head back. I had just played the worst game of my life. I was slipping all over the court and even let someone trip me, the ref obviously not calling the foul. We lost by about 40 points, and it was overall the worst game in WNBA history. I made my way to my apartment and slid down the door once I was inside. I was too tired to notice the figure come up to me.

“Are you ok?”, Giannis asked his tall figure bending over to help me up.

“Yeah, just tired,” I said walking to the bedroom to get a change of clothes and shower. I hopped in and the warm water soothed the aching in my muscles. I hummed in contentment, finally feeling clean and in a new change of clothes. I walked into the bedroom flopping on the bed next to Giannis with a sigh.”

“Ok what’s wrong”, He said turning his attention from book to me.

“Just a bad game today. Coach got pretty mad started yelling at everyone. Particularly me, said as the team’s “Star player” I should’ve done better.”

“How much did the other team win by?” he asked

“40 points” I groaned resting my back on the headboard and rubbing my face with my hands. Giannis put his arm around me, pulling me into his chest and resting his cheek on my head.

“Your gonna have off days and your gonna have on days. That’s just life, right? But the most important thing is that you never give up. How many times do you think I wanted to quit during my rookie season? But I didn’t, and look at me now, MVP. And I’m always gonna be here for you…always.”

“Thank you, Gianni, I appreciate it. Now let’s get to sleep. I’m exhausted and we both have practice tomorrow.”

He chuckled, “Good night, Y/n”

My final thoughts before I wandered into the sweet embrace of sleep were “what would I do without him”

#nba players #nba #giannis antetokounmpo #giannis fic #Nba players x reader

[justsomekpopstuff]

Oh geez! Yeah an ACL tear is bad, and for it to be labeled a Grade 5 means it was probably to a pretty extreme degree. I watch several sports and ACL tears have ended people's careers. I feel terrible for him, especially as someone with chronic knee issues (hooray for connective tissue disorders) I can't imagine the pain and recovery on that. I hope he keeps on a positive path of recovery and can join the boys fully again. And thank you so much for the info and link! I've been out of the loop about 3-4 years now but the boys still mean a lot so it's heartbreaking to hear about it 💔

No worries at all, anon! Happy to help.

Sounds like you also know about how much damage ACL tears can do as a fellow sports fan. Its so tragic to hear about every time it comes around, especially when its someone we care about like Coups.

The good news is, he has shown signs of life. He has made appearances with the rest of the group, and all of the other members have shown a ton of support for him. He has a good social circle around him that (I can only hope) is giving him all of the love and care that he deserves. We Carats will hopefully be a light of hope for him as well, no matter where we are and how long we've been here.

#asks #anon

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

An Cutesy Short Drabble where Miguel O'Hara boost Tsubasa's self esteem after he saw Tsubasa being sad about his body, pretty please?

((Hello anon, hope your well. I think I can write something up for you so just a moment please.))

Silver butterfly mun/Peahen mom

Miguel was trying to find Tsu while holding one of his merch items that he got as a reward from him. He even had some of Tsubasa's favorite snacks. "I wonder where he is..he should be here somewhere." he said looking about but when passing his room, he looks to see his boyfriend there.

"Tsu, there you are. I got a.." As Miguel walks in showing the sweets, he stops speaking. He saw his precious Tsu upset about something while looking to his own body. He was poking at his soft tum for a minute then looking at himself in the mirror before he sighs.

"Tsubasa?" Hearing his voice made Tsubasa tense to look seeing him.

"O..Oh! Hey Babe! When did you get back?" he laughed trying to not look as sad but Miguel was worried to look at him.

"A while ago. Are you alright? You look sad. Bad day?" he asked.

"..Bad day? Oh no..I...just thinking about something is all. Don't worry." he gives his signature smile to the other, hoping it wouldn't worry him but Miguel was still worried.

"Tsubasa..."

".....*Sighs* You can see through this smile can't you? Sorry for worrying you, Miguel. I'm just upset because I feel like I'm embarrassing you." he said confusing Miguel.

"Embarrassing me? How are you embarrassing me?" he said but Tsubasa looks to him then down at his body. Huh, so that's it huh? He saw some tears in Tsubasa's cheeks while rubbing his soft tummy.

"Yes. I feel like you would be embarrassed being around someone as chubby as me." He mutters but Miguel looks to walk over and touch his cheek.

"But that's not true. I'm not embarrassed being around you silly remember? I love you for you. I will always love you no matter what. Besides, I love your soft tum because your like a squishy marshmallow that I can cuddle and sleep against." He mutters but Tsu blinks to look at him.

"Really?"

"OF course. I love nuzzling against this cute tum of yours. Even giving kisses to how precious you are to me. But if someone dares to threaten or make fun of you I'll be sure they won't talk for long." He grumbles but Tsu remains quiet blushing.

"Miguel.."

"So please..don't be sad. I love you as you are. You and everything you give." He said nuzzling against the top of his head that Tsu was blushing heavily to smile sniffling. Geez, even when he's upset, Miguel still wishes to be with him. No matter what.

Tsubasa smiled and hugs Miguel close to kiss his cheek. "Thank you.."

"Of course. Anything for you." he said back.

#OOC #scattered silver rose petals #ask answered #mun answered #silver butterfly mun #peahen mom #the mansion owner #miguel and tsubasa #anon #resort fantasy book #peahen writer

[weasleylangs]

crossed wires - g.w

Pairing: George x Fem!Reader, Platonic Fred x Fem!Reader Summary: George has always felt second best to Fred. He’s never blamed Fred, of course, but the jealousy is getting to be too much when he’s convinced the girl of his dreams is in love with his twin.  Warnings: Miscommunication, jealousy, swearing Word Count: 3k

A/N: Oh look it’s Fae who can’t go three fics without writing friends to lovers with miscommunication wah. I combined two requests I got so I hope both of the anons enjoy it!! Also thank you to the lovely Zahra who once again helped me with a title <3

taglist: @amourtentiaa @whizboingies @harrysweasleys @lumos-barnes @weelittleweasley @freds-slut @starlightweasley @weasleyclaw @spacexcowgirl @lumosandnoxwriting​ @peroxide-prinxcesss (sorry your tag isnt working D:)

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It was a nice, warm spring day at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and as usual, George finds Y/N sitting by the lake with a muggle book in her hand. Her usual weekend plan was simple, all she ever wanted to do was read, catching up on the story she’d left behind the weekend before.

It was one of the things George loved about her, that she was always able to sneak a book in somewhere and lose herself in the pages no matter what chaos was going on at the time. He stood a bit behind her, admiring her for a brief moment. Her hair was pulled up into space buns, loose pieces of hair falling and framing her face as she shook her head to move them out of her sight. She was curled up on a blanket she’d dragged down from Gryffindor tower and she was leaning against the tree right at the shore of the lake.

“Oi, Y/L/N!” George yelled and while he immediately regretted disturbing her, the cute look on her face she gave him for interrupting it made his heart swoon. “What do you want, Weasley?” 

She squints as if she’s trying to work out which twin is standing there but they both know she hasn’t mixed the twins up since she was 12. “Wanted your attention, as always.” He winks and Y/N hides behind her book in hopes he doesn’t see the shy look that overtakes her face. They’ve been friends for seven years, but George’s relentless and joke flirting never fails to make her face warm.

“Have you heard about Lee and Alicia?” George says, sitting down next to the girl and Y/N sighs, accepting she isn’t going to get any further into her book right now. “Did Alicia reject him?” The boy shakes his head as he chuckles. 

“Quite the opposite really. Thought she was going to cry of happiness when he’d asked her to Hogsmeade today.”

Y/N ponders his words. Lee and Alicia have always been a hard pair to pinpoint. One second they were flirting and annoying everyone with their public displays of affection and the next they were fighting over something stupid. “Hopefully this stops them bickering over my bacon and eggs in the morning,” Y/N mutters as she closes her book. 

She’s acutely aware that everyone in their year is starting to seriously pair up. Fred and Angelina had gone to the Yule Ball together the year before, she knows for a fact Roger Davis plans on asking Patricia Stimpson out sometime this week and with Lee and Alicia seemingly confirming their relationship she gets uneasy. 

“How do people do it?” She asks no one in particular, “I’m so scared of rejection I could never just ask someone out.” George knows how she feels, after all, he’s been wanting to ask out the girl in front of him for weeks, months maybe even years at this point. But he’s always been convinced no one sees him outside of the duo that is Fred and George, nothing more than a star quidditch player alongside his brother, a pranking prodigy alongside his brother.

“I don’t know, I barely mustered up the courage to ask you to the Yule Ball last year,” they both chuckle at the memory of George stumbling over his words as he asked Y/N to the ball ‘as a friend’, although George never admitted it to anyone, he so desperately wanted it to be more than friends. 

“I want to tell the boy I like that I like him but…” She trails off and George wonders why she’s being so coy. “I don’t know how to go about it.”

George thinks for a moment, thoroughly convinced Y/N is asking him because he’s positive she’s been crushing on Fred since their fifth year. 

“Well…” He pauses. Or should he tell her how Fred would like to be confessed to? “Something extravagant, of course. A grand gesture,” he laughs awkwardly and he knows Y/N isn’t fully convinced by the way she looks at him but she hums in agreement nonetheless. 

“Really? I wouldn’t have pegged you for a grand gesture romance kind of boy, Georgie…” She trails off and George resists the urge to tell her he actually told her how Fred would like to be confessed too, but before he knows it, she’s standing. “I have to go meet Angie, I’ll see you late George.”

-

George has been sulking all day at this point that not even a prank on Filch can get him to smile. Fred and Lee have been pestering him all day to ‘fess up what’s bothering him but he refuses to budge. He knows that if he even hints at what’s bothering him, Fred will reject Y/N and while he wants nothing more than to be the one she confesses to, he doesn’t wish the embarrassment of rejection on her.

“I think Georgie’s got girl problems,” Lee says, nudging Fred and puckering his lips as if to kiss him. Fred laughs and shoves Lee away, teasing him with a threat to tell Alicia he’s moving onto a Weasley brother but stops when he realises George isn’t laughing alongside them. “Wait, is it a girl problem, Georgie?” 

George can’t meet Fred’s eye for the first time in his life, but he knows he can never keep anything from his twin flame. “Yeah, it is.” The boys beside him whoop and holler, teasingly saying Georgie’s got a crush before they sit down on the couch in front of him. “What’s wrong, then? She rejected you?” 

George sighs, “No, no… I’m just positive she likes someone else.” Lee scoffs at this. “As if, you’re George Weasley, mate.” George laughs at Lee’s comment, knowing Lee is being completely honest. 

“Well, even if I am George Weasley, I’m just pretty sure she likes a different Weasley,” George says, not being able to meet Fred’s eye. George, admittedly, has no reasoning for believing Y/N likes Fred, it’s just always been the case. He’s never blamed Fred for this though, Fred has always just been the more noticed twin due to the fact he’s more exuberant and honestly, it never bothered him. 

Until now. 

- 

It’s two days later when Y/N drags Fred by his robes into an empty corridor. George hasn’t even looked in Y/N’s direction since their talk about crushes and she’s starting to get fed up, and what better place to get insider information than from his twin brother who doubles as his best friend.

“Geeze, woman, what is your problem?” Fred asks, fixing his robes that have now fallen off his shoulders. “What’s going on with George?” she demands.

Fred looks at her confused, having not noticed anything different going on with George beside his obvious sulking over a girl but he knows better than to mention anything like that to Y/N. Unlike George, Y/N was very happy to spill the beans regarding her raging crush on George to his twin brother and Fred’s been subtly trying to get them together ever since. When he asked Angelina to the ball last year, he purposely did it in front of both George and Y/N in hopes to inspire George to ask her to the ball himself and he can only hope that Lee and Alicia finally making it official could serve as some inspiration for his oblivious best friends. 

But now George has a crush on a girl, and while Fred hopes with everything he has that it’s on Y/N but he can’t be sure. 

“I haven’t noticed anything wrong with George,” Fred says, hoping Y/N doesn’t pick up on the lie. “We’ve been working on shop business, maybe he’s just busy?” 

Y/N pouts at this, wondering what she’d done for George to only act weird around herself. She plays with the ends of the sleeves of her robe as she thinks back to their last conversation, “I think I made him uncomfortable.” 

Fred cocks his head in confusion. George’s best friend beside himself and Lee has always been Y/N, and Fred thinks there’s not a thing in the world she could do that would make George upset, but before he can question her, she speaks again. “I mentioned I wanted to tell the boy I like that I like him but I think… I think maybe he realised I liked him and he’s backing away so my feelings go away.” 

Fred notices the tears starting to fill Y/N’s eyes and he quickly pulls her into a comforting hug. “Love, I don’t think that’s the case. George is dumb, but he’s not cruel.” He gently runs his hand through her hair as a comfort, knowing it calms her down. “Maybe… He likes you back, and he thinks you were talking about someone else?” 

Y/N ponders his words for a second, genuinely considering it. There’s a chance Fred is right, after all, he knows George better than he knows himself sometimes but Y/N is refusing to get her hopes up. “

What the pair don’t realise is that George has been looking for Fred for the last 10 minutes, after he was late to their meeting at the library to work out the kinks in their Skiving Snackboxes treats when he spots them. 

They’re still hugging but George is far enough to not be able to hear anything they’re saying and his heart sinks. He knew Y/N liked Fred and to him, the image in front of him is confirmation he’ll always be second best, even to his number one girl. 

He clears his throat as he gets closer and they jump apart, Y/N not being able to meet his eye makes his heart sink so he looks away, barely acknowledging her presence. “You’re late, come on Fred.” He’s blunt and both Y/N and George feel terrible at this moment. Fred senses the tension, quickly composing himself and bidding Y/N goodbye and grabbing George by the shoulder to leave. “What is your problem, mate?” 

George makes a noise that’s between a grunt and a ‘shut up’ as he quickly walks to the library, not wanting to confront the current feeling of jealousy rising in his throat. 

- 

George is the furthest thing from being on cloud nine as possible. His new lifetime ban from quidditch has made his already sour mood worse and he feels terrible for anyone who has come into contact with him in the last week. He wants nothing more than to fly out of this school on his broom and never look back while he finally opens the shop with Fred. 

His mood is somehow worsened when Y/N comes through the portrait hole. It’s 11pm and George was hoping he would have the common room to himself so he could sulk in peace and maybe work on some joke products. But she barely even acknowledges his presence on the couch, taking a quick glance at him and looking away and rushing up the stairs to the girls' dormitory. 

The sinking feeling in George’s stomach is back, as it always is when he sees Y/N these days. He’s convinced someone worked out his crush on her and told her, and that her only response to that was to blatantly ignore him. He can’t talk, he knows he can’t. He’s done his fair share of ignoring Y/N over the past week but he didn’t think he was being as obvious as her. 

He doesn’t realise how long he’s been sitting in the common room, furrowing his eyebrows and contemplating the situation until Fred waltzes down the boys' dormitory stairs, sleep in his eyes and his messy hair sticking up everywhere. “Why the fuck are you still awake, mate?” 

George shrugs. He knows he’s been short lately with Fred too, but it’s not Fred’s fault. Just anything these days brings jealousy to his stomach and he can’t bear the thought of ever being mad at Fred for something out of his control. “Still having girl problems?” George shrugs again. 

“Listen, mate, do you like Y/N?” George is taken aback by Fred’s forwardness and he feels his face heat up and he knows he’s bright red. “No,” he squeaks and the look of smugness on Fred’s face tells him he knows he doesn’t believe him. “Okay, fine, I do.” 

Fred doesn’t know what to do, he never expected to get this far in his line of questioning for George. He knows he shouldn’t tell Y/N’s deepest secret to George but it’s killing them both not being together and thinking they don’t like each other. Fuck it, Fred thinks as the words spill out, “She likes you too, you fucking git.” 

George looks at him, dumbfounded. “No she doesn’t, she likes you.” 

Now it’s Fred’s turn to look at his brother dumbfounded. Not even for a second did he ever consider Y/N would have feelings for him, even before she confessed her feelings towards George to himself. It’s always been Y/N and George in his mind, the sun and the moon, the stars and the planets. He can’t ever imagine Y/N fitting so perfectly with someone than his brother and then he starts to laugh.

“You think Y/N likes me? Are you seriously that daft?” 

George doesn’t appreciate this, his arms crossed protectively across his chest, “Don’t laugh at me. People always chose you.” He’s quiet in his words but Fred’s heart sinks. “Mate, you know that’s not true.” He takes the seat next to George, fully awake at this point. “It is though. And it’s not your fault, don’t worry. People always prefer the more outgoing twin.”

“I don’t.” 

George and Fred’s heads snap up to where the voice came from, spotting Y/N standing on the stairs in an old t-shirt and sleep shorts. She’s picking at the skin on her fingers, the nervousness obvious. “What did you just say?” George asks, timidly.

She walks down the last few stairs, “I said I don’t prefer the more outgoing twin. I’m-” she takes a deep breath as she prepares herself for the confession she didn’t plan on doing- ”quite fond of the shy, only a little bit responsible twin.” Fred is smirking again as he usually is, and quickly leaves the pair in the empty common room. 

“I thought you liked Fred,” George whispers when she takes Fred’s old spot, “I didn’t think I ever had a chance with you.” 

She giggles as she softly takes George’s large, calloused hand in her own and she rubs her thumb soothingly along the back of his hand. “You’ve owned my heart for years, Georgie. I thought I made that obvious last week on the lake.” 

George thinks back to the moment of the lake and everything makes sense. Why she was being so coy when she mentioned confessing to someone and he suddenly feels very dumb. He pulls her hand up to his mouth and kisses her knuckles. He can’t help but feel incredibly overwhelmed, by the emotion they’re both letting out and how beautiful Y/N looks by the warmth of the fire. “You’ve owned mine for years too. How dumb are we?” 

She shakes her head and cups his face in her hands, “We’re not dumb. Just…” she pauses, finding the right words, “Clueless.” She giggles and George realises how badly he’s missed being in her presence. 

“I’m sorry for the last week. I’ve been a right prat, haven't I?” She nods and laughs again. “You have, but this just means you can spend the rest of our lives making it up to me.” She teases and George raises an eyebrow at her. He’s quick to wrap his arms around her waist, pulling her into his lap and shoving his face into her neck.

“The rest of our lives, huh? Getting a bit ahead of ourselves, aren’t we Y/L/N?” He teases, but he’s joking. He’d be perfectly happy spending the rest of his life making up for this past week if it meant spending the rest of his life with the girl in his lap.

“Hey, it’s taken us years to get together, I’m not letting you go now, Georgie.” She winks and George wants nothing more to press his lips to hers.

So that’s what he does. She makes a noise of surprise at first, and he almost pulls away out of fear that this isn’t what she wants. But she’s quick to pull him back to her. The kiss is desperate, years of pent up emotions and pining being communicated through it. 

Both their hearts felt like they were about to beat out of their chests and Y/N couldn’t help but think this was better than she could ever have imagined. George’s lips were slightly chapped, days of chewing on them out of nervousness would do that but it was so distinctly George that she didn’t care. George pressed against her lips harder, making Y/N let out a slight moan that only he could hear and he couldn’t help but smile. 

It was the most perfect first kiss either of them could have ever wished for and when they finally pull apart, Y/N can’t help but admire George. His hair is messy from having her hands run through it, his lips are slightly swollen and his cheeks are flushed red. He looks absolutely breathtaking and Y/N has to resist the urge to pull him into another kiss. 

“Does this mean you're my girlfriend, now?” George questions. Y/N pretends to ponder for a moment, both to lightly tease George and to genuinely contemplate her answer. But she knows in her heart, she wants nothing more than to be George’s and a smile slowly overtakes her face.

“Maybe take me on a date first?” 

#george weasley x reader #george weasley fanfiction #george weasley one shot #george weasley imagine #george weasley

[letarasstuff]

Girl meets World

(A/N): This was requested by an anon and is based on a show named 'Boy meets world', tho I never watched it so I went solely with the summary from said anon. I hope you still like it :)

Summary: Spencer's daughter is not ready for her first kiss. But are her classmates fine with that?

Warnings: Mean kids, angst but fluff at the end

Wordcount: 1.6k

✨Masterlist✨ ___________________________

Being on the not so popular side in school is not particularly hard, but it doesn’t exactly make things easier for (Y/N). That’s why Spencer was happy to hear from her invitation to a classmate’s birthday party.

“You call me and I’ll get you. I don’t mind if it’s in ten minutes or in two hours. Whenever you feel uncomfortable or you are done with peopling, it’s fine wanting to leave. Ok?” Her father tells her, sitting with her in the car in front of the birthday girl’s house. “Understood. Thank you, Dad. I see you no later than ten. Love you!”

Off she goes. Spencer watches (Y/N) going up the path to the front door, a bright colored bag with a gift in her hand. He considers driving up to Penelope’s apartment, which is only five minutes away, and cries with her over his daughter growing up with a tub of ice cream in both their hands. A second later the father puts his plan into motion.

Meanwhile (Y/N) is inside with a bunch of people from different classes. All those kids already make her nervous. But she is determined to make it through the night. After all, the girl doesn’t want to be seen as a baby that gets overwhelmed by a room full of human beings.

At first it isn’t that bad. (Y/N) finds a few classmates she has a class or two with and they converse. Until someone screams “Let’s play Spin-The-Bottle”. Now the eleven year old kind of feels like she is on a movie or a show. What’s next, she has to kiss the boy she has a crush on since the beginning of the school year?

Still all of the children gather around in a circle and a bottle is placed in the middle. “The rules are simple”, a kid explains, “The bottle chooses two people. They get five minutes in that closet over there.” Right, just like she predicted. (Y/N) is hesitant. They are too young to do something like that. Once again she doesn’t want to be the party pooper, so she sits down between two classmates.

Every time the bottle spins a dread weighs down in her stomach. (Y/N) is only eleven years old. Is she even ready to have her first kiss in a closet? Shouldn’t it be out of love, willently without anybody forcing two random people to such an act?

Seems like the others think these rules are fair and square. Everybody is participating with the utmost joy. Maybe it’s just her, who grew up with romantic novels written by people who not even her Grandmother witnessed alive being read to her for bed night.

Deep into calculating the probability of the bottle pointing to her, it needs a few shouts and a nudge to get (Y/N) out of her head. “Looks like it’s your turn to go into the closet”, her neighbor says to her, gesturing to the bottle, which in fact points towards her. The girl swears that the color of her cheeks is even darker than a tomato.

Shyly she gets up to the wardrobe. The remaining girls nod encouragingly while the next person is chosen by the bottle. Luckily it’s not the boy she has a crush on, this would be like in a fanfiction, too much like a cliché.

Just a few seconds later she finds herself in the closet. Is it appropriate to make a joke about coming out of the closet?

“Well, here we are”, the other boy says. (Y/N) thinks his name is Tyler. “Yeah, I guess.” She shuffles her foot and scratches her neck. “So, shouldn’t we kiss or something?”

Geez, that boy is out for action. “Uhm, what about if we do not? I’m not ready for that and no offence but I want my first kiss with somebody special and you are just a boy from my grade and there are no feelings between us and I need that special moment, because I’m a hopeless romantic.” The girl says all of this in one breath, making her speech pace compete with her father’s.

But Tyler smiles. “It’s okay. I get it, really. I won’t tell anyone. We can just sit here and talk until they knock. How does that sound?” (Y/N) smiles and nods. They sit down on some boxes and just laugh quietly about anything and everything they tell each other.

As soon as they have to come out of the closet, the other kids bombard them with questions. Tyler shuts all of them with one answer up. “A lady and gentleman are quiet and enjoy themselves.”

The rest of the evening goes relatively uneventful. There is a nice buffet and after that the kids watch a couple of movies until the first parents show up to pick up their children. Spencer is relieved to see his daughter so energetic and happy after the party.

“And then we played spin the bottle like in a teen movie. Dinner was also really nice and I think I made one or two more friends. Isn’t it amazing, Dad?” He answers her enthusiastically that he is in fact very happy for her. And Spencer is. But it kind of also implies that she grows up, a fact he doesn’t like.

The party was on a Saturday night and now it’s Monday, the first day after it. (Y/N) is ecstatic to go. In her mind her classmates finally accepted her for who she is. But as soon as she enters the school yard the kids from her grade look weirdly at her.

Immediately the girl’s mind goes into panic. Has she something on her face? Is it the way she dresses? Or is it some- The kiss. Or technically the not kiss.

“Hey Reid, I heard you are unkissed. What about I show you in the janitor’s room? Do you also want rose petals and candles laying around?” Someone starts to taunt her. The bystanding classmates begin to laugh.

(Y/N) has to listen to similar comments for the rest of the school day. A few boys from her science class make kissing noises whenever the teacher isn’t near them. Tyler once catches her eyes, mouthing an apology. But it’s not relevant to her at this point. The only thing that counts right now is getting through the last class without breaking down in front of the others. She can’t show them any more weakness.

When his daughter comes home, Spencer is already there. Hotch gave them an early off, since the last few cases were draining for all of them.

Instead of greeting him with a smile and the definition of happiness she enters the apartment with the biggest frown the father has ever seen on her face. “Hey Dad”, (Y/N) flatly says before disappearing into her room.

Confused, he assumes that she just has to do a load of homework, so he lets the girl be for the next couple hours. But as the clock is pushing near dinner time, he begins to worry.

“Sweetheart, I thought about cooking pasta for tonight. Do you wanna help me try Uncle Dave’s new recipe?” He asks at her closed door, respecting her privacy. There is no answer, just a sniffle from the other side. This alarms Spencer. “Sweetheart, may I come in?”

A few seconds pass until a faint “Yes” makes its way to his ears. Inside (Y/N) sits on her bed, her eyes are red from crying. “Oh Sweetheart, don’t be upset. Whatever it is, we can fix it. Tell me, what’s wrong?” The young doctor tries to console her. It’s always more difficult to calm your own family down than any stranger he meets on a case.

“I-it’s stupid. I don’t know why I’m upset over this.” (Y/N) frantically wipes the leftover tears away. “Hey, don’t say that. Your feelings are valid. You can be upset about anything you want, ok? If you don’t want to tell me about it, it’s fine. But I promise you that I’ll value whatever you say.”

The girl nods, finding her composure. “I- At the party we played Spin-The-Bottle and whoever was chosen had to go into the closet with the second one and kiss. I-I was in there with a boy named Tyler, b-but I told him I wasn’t ready. H-he was really sweet about it and respected my reasons. Dad, I’m not old enough and it wouldn’t be anything like I imagined my first kiss would be. But now the whole school or what feels like the whole school makes fun of me a-and I was so embarrassed.”

Spencer can feel her pain. Kids can be worse than professional torturers, he witnessed both first hand. “Oh Sweetheart, I’m so sorry. I’ll think of something about it. How do you feel about coming with me into the office? The others are missing you, especially Emily. She has a ton of pictures of Sergio she wants to show you. And for tonight we get your favorite take out and watch a movie of your choice, ok?”

(Y/N) smiles at the thought of the pictures she is going to see. “Yes! Can we get pizza and watch Lion King?” Even though it will be the fifth time they watch this movie this month, Spencer is happy to do anything his daughter wants. She has him wrapped around her finger.

So not long after this heartfelt conversation they sit on the sofa in the living room, crying their eyeballs out after Mufasa died. He deserved better.

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[maplerin99821]

hey if you accept requests can you make a fluffy fanfic about Lucifer and Mammon being close? like that pic that you reblogged?

Hello, Anon! Omg, sorry for the long wait!!! 🥺💖 I was busy with irl stuff but AAAA I have finished the fluffy fic! I'm sorry if it didn't reach your expectations.😓 It was a bit difficult to write 'cause I'm not really used to writing fluff.😂 But I hope you like it!! (Also, I didn't base this fic off to the art that I had reblogged, but it's still a fluff fic!! It's fan art, and I think I need permission to write a fic about it.😅 So here's fluffy fanfic of Lucifer and Mammon being close.) Thanks for being the first person to request me haha. Please enjoy this. _ A Day To Relax. [ 1 & 2 ]

Mammon's back hurts; he did the best he could to organized the library at RAD. Maybe he deserves this, or maybe not. He sighs for the tenth time of the day.

There's nothing he can do about it because this was his light punishment for skipping classes again. Although he hates doing chores for his discipline, he needed to be a good big brother for Asmodeus.

Mammon decided to skip his classes so that he could be there to support his little brother. Everyone was busy at that time, with upcoming exams and projects, not one of the brothers could make time for Asmo. The latter understood. It's not like he could force his brothers to watch the stageplay with his classmates. But when he saw Mammon among the crowd with his D.D.D out, he almost cried while performing on stage.

(He felt a bit guilty when he found out that Mammon, believe it or not, skipped classes to watch him.)

Mammon stretched his back when he felt his phone vibrating. He took it out from his back pocket to receive a message from Asmodeus.

[Hey.

I just wanted to say thanks for supporting me there.

This beautiful brother of yours is going to treat you tomorrow! <3]

His lips cracked a smile. He feels soft and loved. Mammon chuckled as he took his bag, ready to go home. He had finished organizing anyway; he preferred to play on his phone for a while.

He started walking to the hallways; almost all of the demons were back to their places already. Some are doing their part-time jobs, and some are being lazy at home (Preferably Belphegor.)

"Mammon."

In instinct, Mammon quickly turned around. He already knows that deep voice.

"Are ya gonna assign me another chore to do?" Mammon quickly questioned his older brother, who was leaning into the student council's door frame.

Lucifer pinched the bridge of his nose, seemingly annoyed already. He pushed back his hair and fixed the wrinkles of his uniform.

"No. Well, if you want to do more. Your choice." With that answer, Mammon crossed his arms, a pout on his face— ready to complain. But Lucifer stopped him.

"Remember that cafe I showed you the other day? Let's go there, my treat." Lucifer stated; he laughed when he saw Mammon froze.

"I don't believe you." His eyes narrowed, looking for a flaw in Lucifer's face and words. "Are ya' truly Lucifer? What if you're a ghost possessing my big bro's body?"

Mammon intentionally loudened his gasp; his eyes were wide, one hand placed on his heart, while the other was grasping on his hair. He paused for a dramatic effect.

Lucifer brought his hand up quickly to pinch his brother's cheek. "You idiot. It's me, of course." He proceeded to ruffles Mammon's hair. "Come on, let's go before I change my mind and give you another chore as punishment. Maybe you could clean up the laboratory next time for a month."

He whispered the last part, but Lucifer knew Mammon could hear him, making the second-born whine.

The two exited the school, taking a detour through the streets.

"I thought yah were gonna give me another punishment." Mammon broke out the silence; Lucifer hummed before replying.

"Why would I? I only gave you a chore for skipping classes, but you being there for Asmodeus? You don't deserve punishment for that."

Mammon stared at the far distance. The cafe they were going to has a nearby sea, and he smiled at his elder brother's words; he enjoyed these simple moments between them. (They're rare. They don't hang out anymore like they used to do in the Celestrial realm. That's why, as much as possible, Mammon cherished these moments.)

Mammon could say that he's close with Lucifer, but not like before— It's weird. Lucifer is his older brother, his family. But as time passed by, Mammon started to get nervous whenever he had done something wrong. He doesn't want to anger and disappoint Lucifer. (But sometimes, he can't help it— he misses his big brother's attention.)

"We're here," Lucifer said. Mammon followed the latter's gaze and immediately formed star-shaped eyes.

"WOAH!! I didn't expect it to be this cool! I only saw the picture but never expected that it would be this big!"

Mammon kept looking around the newly built cafe. The cafe was a bit massive, with a view of the sea beside it. Its structure is similar to a casino. Mammon could already smell the fresh-baked bread and pies inside, making him giggle.

Mammon had loved the view it was showing; he could eat while staring at the horizon. The cafe was located on top of a hill, not too far from the beach. It looks so nostalgic and therapeutic that Mammon took his time admiring the whole place while Lucifer already entered the cafe.

Mammon wished it wasn't too expensive. He knows that Lucifer would be the one to pay, but he doesn't want to burden him with that kind of responsibility. The second-born tried to grasp the wallet on his bag, but then he hesitated. Mammon recalled that the money in there was a payment to his debt.

Ah, yes. Mammon needed to pay it today but decided it would be better to bond with his brother first.

He sighed, still has a firm grip on his bag. He's feeling unwanted emotions today. He wants to cry, laugh, or do something he doesn't usually do. Mammon was overwhelmed with emotions.

He remembered Levi's words that it's okay to be feeling emotions you usually can't explain. Sometimes, it doesn't have to be a reason.

Mammon's snapped out of his thoughts, thinking that Lucifer was likely waiting for him inside. He turned to see the display of different pastries outside, and Mammon immediately recognized Simeon's art.

Mammon recalled Simeon's word. He said that he's going to work part-time somewhere near the sea. And this made Mammon excited. He had already counted the treats and thinking which one would his brothers choose. After planning, he tried to hurry inside but suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder. Mammon looked over to his shoulder to see an unfamiliar demon. Their body is most likely the same size as Beelzebub but with a strict stare present. Mammon felt like he was burning.

"Heya! May I ask—who are you?" Mammon said; his tone wasn't that confident, and it's evident with his form that Mammon's going to run away in any second now.

He felt the grip on his shoulder got tighter, and the demon dragged Mammon into a less crowded area. He knows he's far powerful than this guy; he's one of the princes of Devildom. He's the Avatar of Greed. But man, he entirely wants to relax today. Mammon tried to stand with honor and kept his breathing in control.

The demon startled him. "Where's the money?"

And then Mammon realized.

"Oh!? You must be the brother's witch! Ah, here— give me a minute," Mammon took out his wallet and gave them the money. He doesn't feel that nervous anymore. Okay— he lied, maybe a little bit. Can't a demon have fears too? "Geez, you scared the hell out of me for a second there. The agreement was me and her meeting later." He muttered the last part.

But a dark aura surrounded him, and Mammon quickly backed away. He can't meet the other demon's eyes, but he can feel the rage from him.

Is the money not enough?? It can't be. I perfectly counted this; I also worked hard for this. What else could be missing???

"With all due respect, please don't go any nearer to him."

A voice. It must be Lucifer's. Mammon couldn't stop overthinking. What if Lucifer scolds him after this? What if Lucifer started to regret spending time with Mammon because of this?

Mammon looked up, tears threatening to fall. He saw his elder brother, standing behind them as classy as ever. His composure is straight, yet the glaring eyes are full of terror. Mammon recognized Lucifer's stance. It's for preparing himself to change into his demon form if the rest of his younger brothers are in serious trouble.

When the demon started to get closer to Mammon, the latter only felt a swift wind before realizing that Lucifer was there, in front of him now. "Didn't you hear what I said? What else do you need from him?"

"The money."

"It's not sufficient? Then alright, here." Lucifer took out his wallet to satisfy the demon in front of them. Mammon's full-out panicking now. His older brother saved him from trouble, and now he's going to be a disappointment in Lucifer's eyes.

"There, you got the money. Tell your sister that my brother had paid the debt." Lucifer dragged Mammon out of the other demon's sight. He looked back with sharp eyes.

"And as great as reasonable, if you're looking for Mammon—" He looked back with sharp eyes. "—strictly appear to see me. Thank you."

Both never turned their eyes back again as they entered the shop. Mammon quickly explained the whole situation. "I'm sorry! I'm sure— precisely sure that I had counted that money. And it's exactly the price the witch had been asking. I don't know what he's up to with—" He kept on babbling as they reached their reserved seats. Lucifer sighed.

"Look, stop chattering; it's annoying. I believe you. Can't I have a day where I relax with my little brother under no stress or orders whatsoever? Seeing you outside in that kind of situation is making my blood boil. How dare he waste such time when you and I could have been eating here already."

Mammon snickered, ah yeh— It's been so long that he forgot how dramatic Lucifer could be at times.

"Forget about it, Mammon. You had settled the debt, and the food that I ordered is already here. But make sure whenever you're going to meet someone concerning payment, always inform me. I'm serious. If the shares had been a burden to handle, you are welcome to visit my office anytime."

Lucifer already had bread in his mouth, but his expression is still irritable from the situation earlier. Mammon can feel his tears coming back again. Why am I so emotional today?

"Ah. Uhm, hey—" He called out to his older brother. "Thanks for backing me up earlier. I appreciated it!"

Lucifer munched the donut he was holding and then drank the newly served tea. His gaze was on the view outside, seemingly avoiding eye contact. "Hm? Of course. I'm your big brother after all, in case you forgot about it."

In moments like this, it was a rare scene between him and Lucifer. They usually argue and sometimes making each other's day stressful. But, just them eldest brothers, talking and sharing random topics— Mammon cherished this.

And behind that frown the eldest always wears, Lucifer could say the same too. He loved calm moments like this.

"But ain't Michael my first big brother?" Mammon teased. Lucifer rolled his eyes. "Silence, you have no elder brother other than me. Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, and Belphegor, you all are my baby brothers." And when Lucifer realized what he said, he quickly replaced the topic. "And eat the dessert I ordered for you."

Mammon's eyes turned into stars immediately when he recognized the smell, "Woah, no way?! How did you know this was my favorite?!!! This desert is expensive! Big bro! You do love me."

Then they chatted, random topics or something concerning about their home that needs fixing. Nevertheless, the atmosphere around them is comforting and warming. After a while, they had finished eating, and the moon was already out. Both agreed to go home.

"We should invite the others here too!" Mammon stated as he breathed the cold wind that passed by them.

"Yes, that would be a pleasant bonding time. Just don't be too chaotic, please. It's hard to handle all six of you."

It was a great day, Mammon thought to himself. It was entertaining and soothing to talk with his big brother without insults nor orders. Lucifer treated him today; it was— nostalgic for Mammon. It's like he doesn't want this kind of treatment to end. But of course, as the little mischief, as he is, he asked one more request.

"Lucifer!" Mammon rolled the letter r, a bit of a whining tone. "It's night, and I'm tired, yah know? Can I request a piggyback ride?" He knows Lucifer will reject it immediately. So it wasn't like he meant it, already hoping for the worst.

But then Lucifer looked at him, a contemplating expression, before getting down on one knee.

"Alright, just this once. Hurry up before I regret my decision."

Mammon's eyes were wide; he smirked before quickly hugging Lucifer from behind. He felt himself getting lifted off, and it reminded him of the old times, back in the Celestial Realm.

Lucifer doesn't mind; he also missed this. But not like he's going to say this out loud.

I should start spending time with my little brothers whenever I'm free. That would be nice.

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[dreamkidddream]

So far of reading your writing, I really love it! :)) May I request Kunikida, Dazai and Ranpo having an younger member of the agency being a sort of subordinate of them but acts a lot like a younger sibling to them? She's just really pure hearted and soft and really looks up to them so she likes helping them out a lot. Just some fluff because my boys deserve all love and affection

Awww thank you so much for the compliment!! This request is so cute, and yes, all the boys deserve all the love and affection that is possible cause they go through too much 😭 Anon requested this as platonic, and reader is gender neutral. Also, I wasn’t too sure what the age should be, so I went with Kyoka’s age, which is 14. Hope you enjoy!

TW: Mentions of suicide in Dazai’s part, but nothing too heavy or specific is mentioned. It does get kinda sad though, but it has a happy ending. Also, slight spoiler for season 2/Dark Era Arc, but nothing too major

Young ADA Member Acting like a Younger Sibling to: Kunikida, Dazai, and Ranpo

Kunikida

Okay, so when you first started at the office, people (specifically Naomi and Junichiro) were nervous when you got paired up with Kunikida. And Kunikida isn’t a bad man by any means, but he can be very, very, very strict

And how well do rules stick with kids/younger people? Exactly. It just sounded like a bomb waiting to explode

And you look so soft and so sweet! What if he made you cry?!

Which Naomi threatened to draw blood if he did

Even Kunikida himself was nervous. This was not written in his notebook to be a glorified babysitter!

But the President insisted, putting faith into you that you’ll be a great addition to the team and that he can lead you on the right path and not into trouble like some people he won’t mention (Dazai)

That was all that he needed to hear, and he took those words very serious. He won’t let the President down, and he wasn’t going to let you down either. You guys were gonna give it your all, whether you were ready to or not

But, to everyone’s surprise (really his) you both adapted well. You treated him with respect, said yes sir, no sir, tidied up both of your desks (which were right next to each other), you even tried to abide by his stern schedule without any complaints

You were a great help on missions too, you didn’t recklessly throw yourself into danger, and you made sure to look out for citizens to keep them safe and out of danger

And that wasn’t it, oh no

You made sure to bring him snacks (atleast the ones that he said were ideal), made sure that he was keeping hydrated and not tensed up all the time (working in this office will do that to you), and to make his workload as light as possible

After seeing him go off on Dazai for the 1000th time and getting wound up over a case that wasn’t getting any leads, you saw how stressed and frustrated he was getting. Mumbling to himself about how could he “replace the President if he couldn’t do this right”So you tapped on your shoulder, with one goal in mind: To comfort him

When you tapped his shoulder, he turned and yelled, “WHAT NOW?!”, right into your face

Time stood still as everyone froze, shocked. Even Kunikida himself after he saw it was you.

He felt immediately guilty, about to apologize for losing his cool when you began speaking

“Mr. Kunikida, please don’t stress too much. It’s not good for your heart! And don’t let this one thing stop you! You’re a great leader, and someone that I look up to. I wouldn’t be where I was at now without you! So please don’t doubt yourself, because we don’t, especially me! You’re my role model, Mr. Kunikida. Please, don’t ever forget that.”

After that, it was like a flip switched in him

“(Y/N), come here and walk very slowly.”

You did so with no hesitation, but you were curious

“Your shoe is untied. Here, let me tie it for you. It wouldn’t be ideal if you get injured because of a lousy shoelace. It wouldn’t be ideal if you got injured at all.”

“(Y/N), we have lunch scheduled at exactly 12:15. They’re also serving your favorite today, so we can’t be late, understand?”

“Yes sir!”, you said with a smile

“(Y/N), let’s go. It’s getting dark and if you still want to see that dreaded light show, we have to leave in 20 seconds to make it! I don’t want to see you sad or hear you complain if we miss it.”

“Coming sir! Just finishing up some work for tomorrow-“

“I already have it written in my notebook on when it will be done, so we can go.”

“Here you go Mr. Kunikida, I already typed up and printed out the reports for later on!”

“Thanks kid. And you don’t have to keep calling me Mister okay? Kunikida is fine.”

Dead silent in the office

KUNIKIDA is letting someone way younger than him just call him KUNIKIDA? Not MR.KUNIKIDA???

Everyone is, realistically, shook

But as time went on, they understood why

He came to look after you as his own

The entire ADA would have never thought the day would come (it wasn’t even in the notebook!) where he would care for a kid like his little sibling but here it was, right in front of their faces

But they weren’t complaining at all. You seemed to make his day a little brighter, and he wasn’t as uptight as much (but don’t be mistaken he was still Kunikida, just at an 8 instead of a whole 10)

After that mini pep talk that fateful day, he made it his duty to be a good role model for you. To always set a good example, both in and out the office.

He wouldn’t fail you, and he would be damned if he let anything happen to you

You’re a good kid, and you only deserve the best. And he was gonna be the best role model (and brother) for you

Dazai

Aw man, he was..conflicted to say the least

Listen, it’s not like he hates kids or teens, but it’s just extra responsibilities to watch over them. And he already slacks off enough to begin with, so is this really a good idea sticking a 14 year-old with him?

And lowkey, the way that he treated Akutagawa is still heavy on his mind, and he doesn’t want a repeat

But the President made it so, and Kunikida was ready to attack if he even thought about denying the order. Plus, it could be like another Atsushi around (another person to pass work off too) so that was a win!

And another person to annoy Kunikida too

You looked so pure and innocent. Are you sure that you’re in the right place? 

He genuinely thought you were a lost kid when you came up to him the first time lmao

Geez, you even sound sweet too! How has this world not damage or corrupt you yet?

“Hi Mr. Dazai! It’s nice to meet you. I hope that we can make a great team, and that I’m here to help if you need anything!”

“Nice to meet you too. And now that you mention it, these reports have been giving me a hard time...”

Not gonna lie, he did take advantage of your help. You offered, so why not? He thought you were gonna get sick of it soon and start complaining, but nope

You took his reports and did it with no hesitation every time. And you always handed it to him with a bright smile. On top of that, you always cleaned up his area and behind him, you did any leftover work that he ignored forgot to do so that he wouldn’t get yelled at, and tried to bring him small snacks and even packed a whole lunch for him when you noticed that he didn’t eat a lot

He even started to feel pretty bad and he was getting disapproving looks from his fellow detectives (even Kenji, and he never frowns)

So he started to take back and *GASP* actually do his work?!

But you stopped him, and told him that he should, “Take it easy! You work hard enough as it is saving the city. It’s no problem doing these reports, and I want to help you in any way I can, Mr. Dazai.”

“(Y/N), don’t worry, I can do them. And remember it’s just Dazai, calling me Mister makes me feel old like Kunikida-”

“I HEARD THAT!” 

And it seemed like you really cared for his wellbeing, especially when you had to accompany him on missions

Well, it just so happen that while you were going with Atsushi to find Dazai to start a mission, you both found him

Hanging upside down, sinking to the bottom of the lake

You rushed into the water immediately, pulling him out and onto the ground while Atsushi was just standing there in disbelief

Atsushi is so done with his shit

“Dazai, can you hear me?! Dazai?! Atsushi, I gotta give him CPR I don’t think he’s-”

“(Y/N) don’t worry he’s okay! This isn’t his first time he’s done this, and probably not the last.”

“W-what do you mean?”

Oh

Oh

You didn’t know about Dazai’s suicide methods? Did he not tell you or talk about it in front of you? Atsushi would have been somewhat proud of him if this whole situation didn’t happen, but here we are

“Geez, guess this method isn’t for me. It seems like someone is bound to always inter- hm, (Y/N)? What are doing out of the office? What’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

You hugged his chest tightly, not caring that he was practically soaked down to the bone

“Please stop, Dazai! Why are you doing this? Why are you trying to leave everyone?! Why are you trying to leave ME?!”

That got his attention

“Your life is important, Dazai, too important to try and end it on your own terms! You’re special to me, I look up to you. You’re smart, funny, and you help everyone out in your own special way. If you weren’t here anymore, everyone would be so lost...I would be so lost..,I-I-I wouldn’t know what to do-”

“(Y/N)-”

You looked up, eyes red and puffy with tears rolling down your cheeks, but filled with determination

“I promise you that I will make sure you know how much you matter to everyone. I swear on my life that I will.”

Okay, so you know how you were helpful/adorable before? On a scale of 1-10, you were definitely at an 11. But Dazai felt like you were at a 20

At first, he thought that you weren’t being genuine. You were just a young kid who didn’t know any better and was just trying to do your job, in sickeningly, oversweet way. I mean, who would really care about him with his horrid past? He was convinced that you were just naïve, and that the world would swallow you whole when it gets the chance. And it made him feel pity for you

But you proved him wrong

You weren’t just some ignorant child. You were in this agency working alongside him for a reason. And you reminded him of that everyday when he saw you working, handling the cases, taking actions on missions, all the while being kindhearted through and through 

You especially went out of way for him, and it was both a warm and scary feeling. People that he ended up caring for shared an undeserving fate, and he blamed himself for it constantly. So he tried to keep his distance, for your safety. You still had a life to live, and he didn’t want to ruin that for you.

But it was kinda hard to when you work together, and with you constantly being under his wing trying to show him the good in life and the difference that he made, he couldn’t help but admit it

You proved him wrong, and not a lot of people can say that. 

You went out of your way to make sure that everyone was okay, mentally and physically. He didn’t want to admit it, but you made the office (and his life) a little bit more bearable when you were around. You’re a good kid. And it was so fun to rope you and sometimes Atsushi into his schemes lmao y’all can be so gullible sometimes

Unfortunately, he still planned to leave this world, but he tried not to talk about it in front of or around you, and his number of attempts did dwindle, so that was a good thing

“Hey (Y/N), let’s grab something to eat, I would be a terrible person if I let my dear little baby assistant go hungry.”

“Dazai, if you’re hungry, you can just say that. I don’t mind finishing this later. It’s good to eat when you need to, and your health is #1 priority!”

He couldn’t take back his past and the way he abused Akutagawa, but he could certainly make sure that he doesn’t make the same mistakes

And that would start with being a decent role model for you. He won’t exactly be a “model citizen”, but he will always do the right thing. He’s turned over a new leaf by turning to the light, and while his methods aren’t always legal, he won’t stray from it again

And he won’t let you stray either

Ranpo

He was not a happy camper at all, let me tell you

Hello, do you know who he is?? He’s the greatest detective in the world! Why would the President think he need a sidekick?! He saw you working under him as an insult. Were they trying to say that he wasn’t good enough on his own?!

You weren’t exactly welcome with open arms, but that was okay! You were a complete stranger to him, but you were hoping that would change overtime

And Fukuzawa offered to praise him if he took you in so he stopped pouting momentarily

“Hi Mr. Ranpo! I’ve heard great things about you, and I hope that we can get along!”

“Well, of course you’ve heard great things about me, I’m the greatest detective in the world! It would be a crime if you didn’t hear about me.”

It was a rocky start between you guys to say the least. Not only was he lazy with the work he already had (I mean, it was too easy for him), but you were always willing to complete it (which you did, when you realized that maybe he was too tired or had other important things to worry about)

Who are you trying to fool, this man was just being lazy 

But you either didn’t realize it or you just purposely ignored it to get it done for the sake of the agency. Bless your pure heart for putting up with that poutyface 

Despite that, you handled everything with positivity and pride. When discussing cases (even though he would solve it in under a minute), you already had the reports ready to go, took notes for him, and you even tidied up his desk (which really consisted of his snack pile)

And you were starting to grow on him. You were like his mini cheerleader/#1 fan. His ego was going through the roof

On missions, it was a piece of cake for him, duh! With his ability, Super Deduction, it was always easy. And you were in the background, in awe with everything going on. He wanted to say he was surprised, but he would be lying. It would be a downright lie if you said you weren’t impressed with his ability and with him in general.

You repeatedly praised him, and he always gave you the same response: 

“World’s greatest detective, remember?”

The one thing that would cause him to see you in a new light, was when he got lost. You remembered Kunikida mentioning that he wasn’t the best at navigating the train system

He really said that Ranpo didn’t even know how to read the schedule, and that someone had to always walk with him to make sure he was going to the right places. 

He just wanted to go back to the office to his beloved snacks, when this happened. He wasn’t stupid by any means, but it was a waste to use his ability on something trivial as this-

“Mr. Ranpo! Wait for me!”

Just as he knew, you were running late meeting him

“Hey (Y/N) what took you so long?! My beloved snacks are calling for me back at the agency, and I need to answer-”

“Don’t worry, I packed you some!”

“Yeah, I already knew that since that’s the reason you’re late. And before you ask, you look out of breath, the receipt is still crumpled in your hand, and I see some crumbs from something you already ate on your clothes.”

Huh. Was it that obvious? You guess so...

Or maybe Ranpo really is the world’s greatest detective!

“I know, I know. I’m the best, no need to tell-”‘

“Mr. Ranpo, you deserve all the praise that you get. You’re someone I want to be like when I get older.”

“Hm?”, there you go praising him again, but you were crying

“I feel like people don’t take you seriously like they should, Just because you don't fight like the others doesn’t mean that you’re not a valuable asset to the group! And I wish people saw you like how I do! You’re my inspiration to do my best everyday. And I know that I can’t be the best detective, but I want to be as strong and intelligent and brave just like you so I can save people and be a motivating hero like you!”

He’s silent, and your words are sinking in. You’re wiping away your tears, the start of an apology on the tip of your tongue, when he suddenly put his hand on top of your head

He’s staring right at you, glasses on and green eyes open for you to see

“You’re already on your way there (Y/N). That I know. And I’m never wrong with my deductions, let alone when using my ability.”

The flood gates have OPENED 

You know that he doesn’t technically have an ability, but that doesn’t stop you from accepting his words and finding them as the truth. If Ranpo said it, he meant it. He was the world’s greatest detective, and you didn’t have any doubt in him

“Now let’s go, it’s going to start raining and I don’t want us to be hungry and drenched. Plus, Kunikida is totally freaking out and thinking that we’re both lost and in some criminal’s hideout right now.”

After that fateful day, the dynamic shifted between you two. Instead of you just doing the work, he pushed it off on someone else so he could explain to you about the different cases he had to solve, and other detective matters

Really he was just bragging and having you both slack off, but it didn’t matter you guys were still having fun

It even got to a point where he shared some snacks with you from his sacred snack pile

BOY WAS THAT THE TALK OF THE OFFICE 

All in all, while he knew that you couldn’t be the greatest detective (that was his title after all), he would help you get to your goal regardless. Not that you would need a lot of extra help, he was watching over you after all, and you already have a good head on your shoulders along with the heart of a hero

Every Sherlock needs a Watson, and he deducted that it wasn’t too bad having you by his side

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[sugars-fluffy-escapes]

Andrews Peter Parker knowing how to skateboard definitely contributed to all our crushs on him for sure

Just imagine Peter asking to teach you to state and the second he says "don't worry I'll hold your waist" you just "No. You're gonna tickle me"

"woow and here I thought you trusted me. all I was gonna go was rest my hands here, I'm not even doing anything why are you squigling around? Hold still so I can teach you. Geez you're right you shouldn't get on the board, that's just dangerous. Ihi'm NOT dohohoing anything (he drops his head to his chin laughing at you) Gosh maybe I should Web your feet to the ground to hold you still"

ANON-

ANONNNN

ANON OMFG-

I'VE BEEN IN A LEE MOOD FOR HARRY OSBORN ALL MORNING AND NOW I'M ALSO IN A LEE MOOD FOR PETER? Unfair. Un.Fair /hj /p

Also I totally agree with you on the skateboarding bit, anon 🥴

OMFG Peter's such a mischievous little shit- /lh He absolutely would act like the idea of tickling you hadn't already been on his mind before he even brought up the question about teaching you how to skate.

THE PLAYFUL THREAT OF WEBBING YOUR FEET TO THE GROUND??? ABSOLUTELY EVIL (And absolutely genius, bravo Anon!!!! /pos /gen ❤️💙) It's not an empty threat either, Peter will do it. Like before you even step on the damn skateboard while you're still squirming and he's like

"Alright- NOW I'm gonna tickle you cause you can't stay still enough to step onto the board."

"Nohohoooo! PeheHEHETER! Thahahat wahahas youhouhour fahahahaullllllllt!"

"I'm not the wiggle worm here, giggle-bug!"

OR- Imagine Peter gets you on the board and webs your hands to his arms to keep you holding onto him and he just uses his feet to keep the board from moving anywhere so you can just get used to the feeling of standing on it and then decides it would be hilarious to start tickling you WHILE YOUR HANDS ARE STILL WEBBED TO HIS ARMS- 🤭 (Real lucky that nobody else is nearby lmfao)

And when you just sink back in his arms with laughter, he moves you off of the board, unwebs your hands, and continues tickling you (whether this be in the middle of the empty skate park, the place he was skating in the first TASM film, or somewhere else)

Once he's done tickling you to tears, he actually starts teaching you and gets adorably excited when you try it. What a sweetheart 🥺💛 /pos

(He's totally still skateboarding post!NWH)

Thank you anon!!! This headcanon is so frickin cute and I love teasy Peter sm 🥰 /lh /pos /gen

#sugar-rambles #sugar-answers #amazing-headcanon-submissions #sfw tickle blog #sfw tickling community #ticklish!reader #lee!reader #ler!peter 3 #seriously. Peter + skateboard + teasy mischief + tickles is a 10/10 combo #adorable adorable adorable adorable 🥴

[sserpente]

A/N: Requests from @watermelon1568, @lokisgirl5, @cocoamoonmalfoy and anon. This is so fluffy and maybe a little silly, but in a good way! Enjoy everyone and have a good Christmas Eve! ♥

Words: 2635 Warnings: so much fluff, mentions of blood, implied smut

Additional NSFW warning: This Imagine contains implied period sex, just in case this is something you are uncomfortable with.

Loki might be a tiny tad OOC in this one because the requests were just so fluffy but I did my best! Enjoy!

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Loki sighed. There you were again, running around with a list in hand looking much like the one Santa Clause had been carrying in that Christmas film Thor had forced him to watch. For the past few days, weeks almost, actually, you had been collecting everyone’s Christmas wishes like a squirrel collecting nuts for the winter. Even he knew everyone’s Christmas wishes by now. You had truly asked everybody, even the cleaning women who came to tidy up the entire Avengers facility once a week.

Loki could not quite put his finger on what it was that fascinated him so much about you—all he did know was that he too wanted to get you a Christmas present, if only just to see the surprised look on your face. He almost snorted. It was disappointment he felt, disappointment and envy because he longed to be the one to put a smile on your face on Christmas Day—and he didn’t even celebrate Christmas, not really.

Furthermore, he had not failed to notice how you avoided his presence like you were playing cat and mouse. You had, much to his surprise, asked him for his Christmas wish too the other day, all timid and unable to look him in the eye and Loki had been so taken aback he had not known an answer. The God of Mischief was many things but he was not blind and not stupid—he was perceptive. Villain or not, you were into him—and he was going to get your confession.

Smirking to himself, and determined to put an end to playing tag, he followed you into the empty hallway on your way back to your room, pushed past you and then unceremoniously blocked your way.

“O-Oh… hey, Loki.” You chirped.

“Are you in a hurry?”

“I, uh, actually, um… n-no?”

“Well, you did ask me what I wanted for Christmas, did you not?”

“Oh!” Your face lit up. “Oh, yes! Yes, what would you like?”

Loki thought about it for a moment. He needed an answer fast to not look like a moron now.

His lips parted. “I do miss writing with a quill and ink. Could you acquire a set for me? Surely, they are still being used on Midgard.”

Geez! How had you not thought about that? Loki truly was a scholar with all those books in his room, and that was a marvellous idea. “Y-yes, of course!” You responded, nodding eagerly in the process. But when you moved forward, Loki, instead of letting you pass now, put his hand against the wall so you were trapped.

“Hmm… Is there a particular reason you always get so nervous in my presence?” He asked. Your eyes widened. Fuck.

“Y-you… you tried to… you almost took over t-the p-planet, you k-know.” You lied quickly.

“Ah, yes. Of course… that must be it.” He responded with a knowing smirk. Oh, fuck. Did he have to be so god damn gorgeous?

“You never said what it was you want for Christmas, my dear.” He said then, blue eyes locking with yours. Your heart skipped a beat—no, actually, you were wondering whether it was still beating at all. You did have a Christmas wish, of course and you wanted to do backflips all across the hallway that Loki of all people took an interest in what you’d like—or maybe he just wanted to make conversation. Keep calm.

“Oh… it’s silly. Not really possible.” You replied sheepishly, gasping when he hooked a finger under your chin to gently force you to look up at him. He was definitely going to be the death of you.

“Tell me.” He urged you on.

“The only thing I… I’ve always wanted to have a dog. A loyal non-human companion, someone to cuddle with when it’s cold and who will never judge me but love me just the way I am… and they are just so cute! But that’s not possible,” You repeated quickly. “Imagine an innocent little puppy when everything’s on fire and another alien race attacks the planet!”

Loki hummed. Dogs were not common on Asgard. He himself had had a pet snake growing but released it into the wild after Thor and his friends had repeatedly stolen it to play silly and dangerous games. He could see why you kept that wish to yourself. Living among the Avengers, a dog might get in the way during missions—he did not doubt it would be helpful and capable of tearing off their enemies’ faces but your worry for it would distract you from a fight.

Still… perhaps there was a way. A smirk grew on his lips and your flustered reaction to it pleased him, making it grow wider.

-

It was early Christmas morning when Loki returned. It had taken him all of his wit and cunningness to leave the Avengers facilities unattended and without anyone asking suspicious questions but he had succeeded. The wooden box he was carrying—with many holes in them so the little creature could breathe—Loki sneaked across the hallway and past your room to hide his present for you in his own, already imagining your priceless reaction… was he hoping for a hug? Oh, he was. When was the last time anyone had hugged him? Perhaps you would, upon receiving the fluffy little creature in the box.

The dog winced. “Shh! Quiet, you silly little creature, you are going to wake up your mother!”

It was then he heard an ear-piercing scream coming from your room. He nearly dropped the box, turning on his heel to storm into your room like a tornado annihilating everything in its path. Your bed was empty, the sheets ruffled. There was a small beam of light coming from your bathroom—the closer he came, the more he could make out the rustling of fabric.

“I bloody hate being a woman…” You murmured to yourself, making the God of Mischief frown. Alarmed, he stepped closer and entered the bathroom without knocking—he barely remembered to set the box aside to draw his daggers if need be.

You were sat on the toilet, your white Christmas pyjamas with candy canes and gingerbread men on them soiled with blood. Loki’s eyes widened. There was blood on the floor too… and on your fingers.

His fingers were itching to materialise his weapons, yet he could see no enemy who could have attacked you. You gasped when he barged into the room, concealing your nakedness from the waist down with some toilet paper.

“What in the nine happened to you?” The amount of blood was almost concerning for a mortal. Had someone surprised you in your sleep? Who had managed to break into the Avengers facilities in the first place?

“How did you get in here? No wait, you’re awake already? Umm… Merry Christmas?” You swallowed. Talk about embarrassing yourself in front of the God of Mischief.

“We need to get you to a healer… a doctor, that is what you call them here?” You stared at him for a moment.

The last thing he expected was for you to burst out laughing. The whole situation was so hilarious you even forgot to be nervous around him for once.

“Oh, Loki… I’m okay, I’m not dying, I promise. I got surprised by my period, is all.”

“Your… period? Your period… as in your menstruation cycle?”

“Yes. Do women on Asgard not have that?”

“They do but… not like this.” Heavens, he felt stupid. He had thought you were dying, openly shown his concern… and you had laughed.

“Loki…” It was like you had heard his thoughts. “Thank you for checking on me. I was just being frustrated but I promise I’m okay.” You had probably disturbed his sleep but the fact that Loki cared enough to come to your help, admitting that just perhaps… he actually liked you. “W-would you mind?” Loki raised his brows, his lips parting.

“Yes, of course.”

He turned around for you to get dressed again (never before had you been more grateful for the pile of more or less dirty laundry on the floor next to your toilet) and nodded, only realising now that he had indeed just proved that one way or another, he had taken a liking into you. It was then the dog winced again just outside the bathroom door.

“What was that?”

“Nothing. In fact, I shall leave you… how did you get out of that box?” Eager and curious, the puppy must have somehow knocked its wooden box over. When Loki looked behind him, he found the lid on the floor, the young dog hurtling towards you.

“Oh my god! Hey there, little guy! Where did you come from?” You giggled when the dog attempted to jump up on you. You picked it up, grinning when it licked your face. “Aren’t you adorable?”

Loki pursed his lips. Oh, great. Now he was getting the hug. He furrowed his brows. Heavens, this was an innocent little puppy. Against all reason, he already loved the little guy with all his heart himself, how could he possibly feel jealous?

“You were not supposed to see it yet. I was going to put the box under the Christmas tree.”

“R-really? You mean… he’s for me? Oh, Loki… but h-how? I mean… I love him. But how can I keep him safe here? Is that really a good idea?”

“Well… he is, in fact, not a normal dog.” Loki remarked.

Your eyes widened. “What does that mean?”

“Dogs are rare on Asgard but there are indeed a few traders who raise them. This unprepossessing creature has a life expectancy five times as high as Midgardian dogs—not to mention it is stronger, more intelligent and much like Thor and me, more resistant to pain and injury.”

“You’re a superdog then, aren’t you? Yes, you are, such a good boy. I need a name for him.” You announced. Loki raised his arms. That would be your decision. His pet snake had never had a name. “I’ll think of something.” Smiling, you stepped forward and kissed Loki on the cheek whose lips parted in surprise.

“Thank you so much. I didn’t think you would… why did you?” He said nothing in response. He couldn’t possibly tell you that he wanted a hug and that the only person he wanted it from was you. Your lips on his face had already felt like liquid fire, warming him from the inside out. Heavens, what was wrong with him? You were a mortal. He couldn’t possibly like you this much.

“You should go back to bed.” He said after a while, clearing his throat. “It is still early.” You nodded. He was right. Besides, you and your little puppy needed to get to know each other.

Needless to say, however, you couldn’t fall asleep again after you had gotten changed into new pyjamas and then cuddled with your new pet. Loki had gotten you a dog. Why? He owed you nothing, and quite on the contrary, you highly doubted Loki would even bother to get the rest of the Avengers a Christmas gift.

-

In the meantime, Loki himself returned to his room, shaking his head in the process. He was being ridiculous. The other day in the hallway, he had still managed to remain composed but the more time he spent around you, the softer he became for you.

He had been worried for you upon seeing all that blood and it had scared him. Love and affection weren’t exactly emotions he got to experience a lot and then for a human of all species…

He realised with a start just what it was that was happening to him. He was courting you, wasn’t he? He had not done anything alike in years, the last time for a beautiful Asgardian woman who had turned out to take more interest in Thor than him.

Loki was no expert on dating. He had never had the need for it… not until you. A growl escaped his lips. How dangerous for his already shattered heart would it be to give in to his desire and make you smile again? To feel your lips against his skin once more?

Another growl. He was addicted to you already. Jumping up from the bed, he left the facilities again, this time to head a few miles west. Frigga had always said that love goes through the stomach. He might as well try that strategy out.

-

About two hours later, there was a soft knock on your door. You stirred, eyes fluttering open. Your puppy—you had still not thought of a name for it—had curled up in your arms, still sleeping soundly.

“Yes?”

The door opened to reveal Loki. With a smirk, he produced something from behind his back—a box with the logo of your favourite pancake shop on it. Your jaw dropped.

“Merry Christmas.” He announced.

“Oh my goodness… Loki, you are so sweet.”

The God of Mischief raised an eyebrow. “Sweet is not exactly what I was hoping for.” He replied, albeit smiling.  You sat up carefully to not wake the puppy, accepting the pancakes all the while licking your lips hungrily. Now that was one way to start Christmas Day.

“How about considerate?” You tried again, smiling up at him sweetly. Loki smirked, hands clasped behind his back. He almost appeared a little… awkward.

You longed to ask him why he was doing all this but then again… you could think of only one answer. It couldn’t possibly be, no?

“Care to share? They are really good.”

“It appears so. The entire restaurant smelled like a sugar realm.”

“Is that a thing?”

“No.”

“Oh… pity.” He chuckled.

Twenty minutes in which you silently ate with relish went by, the puppy still sleeping peacefully in your bed, with you unable to stop petting it all the time. Once you had finished the very last bite, you simply dropped the empty takeaway-packaging on the floor.

“Thank you so much, Loki. I couldn’t have imagined better Christmas presents.”

He nodded, watching your every move as you moved in to give him another kiss on the cheek.

This time though, in just this moment, Loki turned his head to face you again, your lips landing on his instead. You gasped, even more so when he deepened the kiss, moving his mouth gently against yours, tongue slipping between your lips to taste you. Oh my god. Loki was kissing you. Loki was kissing you!

It felt like a demon from Muspelheim had set his body on fire, from the inside out. Loki was ablaze. Unable to stop himself, his arms came up to pull you closer into his body until you were straddling him, your fingers digging into his clothes. You both knew where this was going.

There was no doubt you were going to wake up the little dog when you pushed him back on the mattress, overcome with a sudden confidence and hunger that made you feel invincible. Loki did not object. The only reason you hesitated was the fact you remembered just then that you were on your period. Reluctantly, you pulled away.

“Loki… maybe we should do this… another time. My… period, remember?”

“A little bit of blood will not stop me from ravishing you, my dear.” Your heart skipped a beat.

“A-are you sure?”

Loki nodded slowly and intimately, his blue gaze never leaving yours.

Next thing you knew, the both of you lost all of your layers of clothing one by one. Scratch making a list for Christmas presents for your friends to make them happy… you couldn’t quite believe that Loki actually reciprocated your affection for him. This certainly was the most amazing Christmas yet.

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[sweetery-ko]

helloo can i req a fluffy hajime x reader scenario where they get caught on a date by their classmates? ty ^^

Sure, anon! Most of this is from Kaz's pov, I guess? Still third person but it's mostly K/z adventures, if you know what I mean, lol. ^^;; (also I'm not really the best when it comes to scenarios so please forgive me if it's bad!)

CW: Hajime Hinata, this is taken place in island mode, the reader has a talent, stalking/spying, K/zuichi So/da, F/yuhiko K/zuryu, mention of S/nia N/vermind K/zuichi has dirty thoughts about y'all before knowing the truth (aka minor nsfw), F/yuhiko's has his chapter 3 personality, swearing, attempted stalking, betting

Caught.

It was just another normal day for everyone else. Everybody was at the restaurant, eating breakfast like usual, nothing out of the ordinary. Well, not for you and Hajime though, you both have been sending the same paper back and forth to each other under the table, almost every part of the paper has been covered by words written by a pencil that is in urgent need to be shared back.

"I'm sorry, s/o but I just don't feel ready yet. Can we just agree on this? I'll make it up to you somehow." You couldn't help but sigh at the reply he gave. You wished he could grow a pair at least this once but what kinda partner are you if you can't be patient for your beloved boyfriend? You took the pencil wrote a simple "ok" and gently tossed the paper back to him.

Hajime opened the paper and his mouth formed into a small smile. The brunette turned in your direction, mouthing "date later?" which you subtlety nodded back. You got up and gestured him to go with you so you can discuss in more detail.

"....."

"Isn't that weird?" Kazuichi turned his head back to the smaller blond, while his eyes are still locked into the both of you. "What is?" "Hajime and s/o have been eyeing each other for the entire time and they both leave at the same time! Isn't that weird?" Fuyuhiko put down his fork and looked at the pinkette in minor displeasure "Those two probably just want to fill out their hope fragments; what's the problem with that?" He grabbed his glass of water and drink, still not changing emotion.

"Are you serious? There's no way that it's just "hope fragment collecting". I know it's something else, like maybe they're doing their version of 'it'~" Teased Kazuichi. As soon as those words came out of the eccentric man's mouth, the smaller man spat out his drink in shock, coughing and gasping for air before glaring at the man in front of him in frustration. "W-WHAT THE HELL, WE'RE FUCKING HIGH SCHOOLERS FOR GOD SAKE!" The gangster blabbered out loud, grabbing the other's attention by accident.

The pink-eyed bastard shushed down his one-eyed friend and waving the confused students off. "Dude, calm down. We're horny bastards because we're high schoolers. Hajime seems the type to..You know, get the stress off by doing the do. Why don't we do a little bet by seeing who's right?" Kazuichi quietly exclaimed as he made his way to Fuyuhiko's side to pat his back. "What? Hell no.." "Come on! Ya scared?" Kaz leaned closer and grinned, feeling rather bold.

"You got some fucking balls to...wished you continued simping on Sonia right now, fine. Let's do this." Fuyuhiko got up from his chair rather aggressively and walked down the stairs on his own.

"I still simp-- like Sonia, ok!? Geez, don't leave me!!" Kazuichi yelled out in desperation as he followed the blond down the stairs as well.

They both sneaked around suspiciously to find you both but unfortunately, they ended walking around in circles about 5 times already. "...ugh! Fucking hell, Kazuichi! We've been walking in circles like dumbass dogs!" Fuyuhiko grunted in anger and stomped his feet like a toddler throwing a tantrum. "Calm down! We'll find them for sure!" "Fuck this shit!"

"Wait, no!" he grabbed the eye patch boy's hand tightly, gripping it harder as the other tried to release themselves. "We haven't check..The cottage..yet" the blond looked at him in disbelief and disappointment "Wh-what!? That's an invasion of privacy, you're going too far!!" "Who cares!? We need to check! For the sake of the best!" he continued to grab the gangster's hand and sprinted to Hajime's cottage.

As soon as they arrived, Kazuichi leaned towards the brunette's door gently to hear any sort of noise and he caught something, something he wasn't expecting but he was rather pleased to hear. "Hajime..this is so wonderful!" he heard you spoke. "See? Didn't you hear that? Collecting hope fragments my ass! We're getting to bottom of this!" "Wait, no--"

The pink-haired male kicked the door with all his might, surprised by himself and Fuyuhiko by his determination-filled strength. "WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING!?-- e-eh?.." Both of them were in shock as the result is neither. Hajime was- well, trying to paint your nails. The both of you looked at the two of them in both shock and confusion as well.

"What the hell!? Get out!" Hajime yelled in frustration and pure fury, throwing the nearest stuff he could get to the both of them so they would leave. Not only did they broke his door but ruined you and his privacy too!? They're gonna face some consequences later.

"Hey, Hajime..calm down. Everything is ok!" You hugged him and patting his back to soothe him down but he softly pushed you back in tears "No, it's not! You know how embarrassing this is!? For someone like you, a person with a talent to date me? A talentless nothing!?" your green-eyed boyfriend cried out as he tried to his almost never-ending tears.

You cupped your hands between his face and turned his face in your direction. "Honey, no! I don't care if you're talentless because the reason I love you is not talent! I love you because you are. You! Your looks, personality. Everything!" You leaned your face into his, your noses touching each other. "Please, Hajime. I love you dearly, with or without talent. I would love to start a future with you so please..don't say such a thing about yourself."

"..s/o..you're right. I'm glad that talent isn't your main priority. Thank you, I love you as well." he kissed you on the lips. Maybe he shouldn't be so insecure and maybe..it's time to tell the others about your relationship?

#danganronpa #danganronpa 2 #danganronpa sdr2 #danganronpa x reader #hajime hinata #hajime hinata x reader #kazuichi souda #fuyuhiko kuzuryu #tw stalking #tw betting