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atom-writings · 1 year

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(Hetalia Main 8 x Reader) Finding out their future S/O likes them through... unconventional means!

(Gender Neutral) Headcanons ~ A/N anon i hope u do not mind i changed the scenario the slightest bit so theyre not all the same. Also ur english is fine dont wrry!! <3 also srry for the wait ):

Trigger Warning: Implications about reader that might be wrong, Ivan is kind of invasive, awkwardness? Other than that, just fluff!

One day, you and one of your closest friends went out to a local restaurant to hang out. You two talked for hours and hours, about everything and anything. Of course, during that time your love life came up. That part of your life has always been complicated, and you couldn’t think of a better person to talk it through with. Lately, you’d become entranced with your good friend Alfred. Everything about him drove you wild, and you could talk about him for hours.

But little did you know, the restaurant you love just happens to be one of his favourites too. So, a couple of booths away, he sat. At first, he tried not to intrude, but he couldn’t help but perk up upon hearing his name.

He doesn’t confront you with this immediately. In fact, he’s gonna keep that to himself as long as he can stand to. Which, probably isn’t that long.

He finds it very entertaining to watch your reaction to him… very subtly flirting. Leaning over your shoulder more than he needs to, brushing hands when you’re walking together, offering you his jacket…

Of course, he knows why you’re blushing, but you don’t know that he does. Isn’t that what makes it so much fun?

Eventually he’ll actually ask you out. But for now, he’ll just enjoy having this… power over you <3

When you decided to invite your friends over to play a new board game, you had no choice but to invite Arthur over as well. Your feelings towards him maybe have been… complicated… but you couldn’t deny that any gathering felt lonely without him. Even if he could easily defeat all of you in any strategy game.

When you began playing, you all began quickly immersed. Your eyes couldn’t leave the game, and even a second away could cost you everything. So when Arthur lost a turn, it was only natural that he was forced to retrieve something for the group. You asked him to grab something from your room. However, that thing just happened to be right next to your trash can.

When he finally found what he was looking for, it had fallen on top of the trash. As he picked it up, it revealed a crumpled-up letter underneath. Looking over his shoulder, he unfolded it. But scribbled hastily on that letter were the details of your true feelings towards a certain British gentleman…

He’s going to be blushing and panicking immediately. Leaves swiftly with next to no explanation (he’s gonna beat himself up later for that one-)

He’ll bring it up next time you meet. Of course, casually. He doesn’t want to pressure you, especially since he feels a little guilty about how he found out.

But thank god he did find out because he’d be much too scared of rejection otherwise. Asking you out feels incredibly vulnerable, but this way, both of you are happy.

Although it had never been in your nature to reach out… you had come to a breaking point. Your feelings towards your friend, Francis, had become an issue. But considering how embarrassing it was to admit, asking your friends for advice was out the question. You would have to do it anonymously.

So, on a warm Saturday afternoon, you decided to call into a small English-speaking talk radio. You were visiting France, just for him, and hoped that the native Parisian host may be able to provide a unique perspective on how to proceed. Perhaps there was some… cultural barrier between you two?

So when you began describing your predicament, you couldn’t stop. Before you knew it you were gushing about your love for Francis. But in your haste, his name slipped out. You paused, right before on the other end, a familiar voice said your name.

Naturally, as soon as he finds out, he’s all in. He’s immediately asking you out and showering you in all the compliments he’s had to internalize (on air even-)

He’s gonna be a bit awkward just in the way that it’s hard for him to understand any reservations you may have. You’re both head over heels for each other, isn’t that enough?

Of course, it’s not. You hadn’t even planned to reveal your feelings yet, it was just a misunderstanding! Although it’s a dream to him, your uncomfortableness is no surprise. Set some boundaries, and he’ll be the most perfect boyfriend you could ever ask for.

Yao always loved sharing his culture with you. One of his favourite ways to do so was through cooking! You had never been that much into cooking, but with him, it seemed much easier and way more fun. So when he invited you over to teach you a new traditional Chinese dish, you couldn’t say no. Even if you felt a little… awkward around him now.

But you considered that maybe, that day, you could finally tell him how you felt. Maybe then wouldn’t have to deal with that awkwardness, and possibly even end up with him, in a more romantic sense. But if he rejected you… the awkwardness would be ten-fold. You had no idea what to do! Luckily, you could always consult your friends.

So, while you and Yao cooked, you also texted your friends for advice… discreetly, of course. But as you two got more and more invested in your meal, you forgot about all your troubles. And by extension, your friends trying to give you advice. You even got so distracted that you forgot your phone on his kitchen table, and when he picked it up to investigate, he found your friend’s text thread telling you to confess.

He’s going to panic immediately. This isn’t how he wanted to find this out! It makes him feel all guilty… like he invaded your privacy. Obviously, he’s a little excited but still!

So he has no choice but to pretend he didn’t see anything. If you ask him about it, you’ll get nothing but denial.

As soon as the time is right, and it’s not obvious that he already knew you’d say yes, he’ll ask you out himself. If anything, this incident will just be a little bump in the road to you guy’s eventual relationship. Honestly, he may still deny it even after you’re dating. It’s just… embarrassing for the both of you.

Although you had only been friends for a short time, it felt as if you and Ivan had been together for years. When he asked to come over to your home for the first time, it came as a shock. Not because you didn’t want him to, but simply because you assumed he had already come over! You had spent a lot of time at his home already, so it felt natural

While you gave him the short tour, he couldn’t help himself but ask question after question. It seemed as if he was investigating your whole life based on your possessions. But considering how much you knew about him, you felt completely comfortable sharing. While you regaled him with the stories of your, relatively short, life so far he listened intently. Soaking in every detail and never looking away from you. In fact, he seemed so enthusiastic about you, you started to become flustered. You had been able to keep your feelings under control for most of your time spent together, but this was proving too much. No one else had ever paid as much attention to you as he had.

Soon enough, you had no choice but to excuse yourself from his overwhelming presence. But while you tried to busy yourself in another room, he was drawn to the beautiful journey laying on your desk. Although he knew it to be wrong, he couldn’t help but flip through a couple of pages. Unfortunately for everyone involved, those few pages just happened to detail your romantic feelings towards the Russian reading them.

Ivan, despite the way he found out, will be ecstatic! Absolutely no shame about how he found out about your feelings. Immediately rushes over to you and nearly tackles you to the ground in a hug.

At that point, he’s not even asking you out. You like him as well, so you’ll agree with no questions asked, right?

Despite that, he won’t take any reservations too personally. He’ll always be happy now that he knows you feel the same as him. Whatever that means for you.

He doesn’t even think about how invasive and uncomfortable it might’ve been for you to have him find out in such a personal way. But he’ll promise to never do it again, don’t worry.

One thing that no one could deny about Italy, was that it was beautiful. Romantic architecture, perfect coastlines, its culture burst at the seams, and you couldn’t get enough of it. You were so possessed by its beauty that you couldn’t help falling into the local superstitions around it. In specific, you found yourself believing in wishes. By your friend Feliciano’s house, there was a beautiful, centuries-old fountain that locals wished in.

Normally, you wouldn’t believe in such things. But day by day you felt more desperate. You were in love with your friend, but you couldn’t risk losing him just because you wanted a little bit more. Although he acted quite affectionate with you, he did the same for everyone. All you wanted was for Feliciano to take the first step, for him to understand without words, or anything at this point!

So you went down to the fountain, bringing just one euro coin to sacrifice. It was in the evening, so only a few people remained in the square, leaving you almost alone. You wished out loud, confessing your true feelings to the world, in a desperate plea for them to come true. But little did you know, Feliciano had come with the same idea.

Oh, he’s definitely confronting you right away. Him being there while you confess has to be fate, there’s no other explanation!

He’s very smooth about it though. He’ll ask you out, but with no strings attached. By the end of the whole ordeal, you won’t feel embarrassed in the slightest. It’s almost like he has practice dealing with this kind of thing…

All he can think is how romantic this whole situation is. It’s like something out of a movie, and a perfect fairytale romance is all he’s ever wanted. Hopefully, you do too <3

Ludwig had always been a smart man. That was one of your favourite things about him. When you worked with him, it felt as if anything was possible. Even when he struggled, he would comfort you and promise that together, the solution would become clear. So when you had no idea where to start on your essay, he was the first person you asked to help.

So, early in the afternoon, he came over to your home. Laying out his own preliminary research, you couldn’t help but laugh. Somehow, in half the time, he was able to find double the information you could. But he wasn’t embarrassed, simply choosing to ignore your reaction and begin walking you through the writing process.

With his he;[, you couldn’t help but get on quite a roll. Any distractions faded away, and it felt as if every second could be used to it’s fullest extent. So when you needed a specific piece of information you had noted down before, you asked him to retrieve it. But when he grabbed the notebook you had asked him for, he opened it to reveal dozens of notes… about him. Even with little hearts dotting each line!

He is so excited. I mean, he’s so freaked out about it he feels like he’s gonna pass out, but in a good way! It’s pretty adorable, he’s all flushed and can’t help but start stimming.

Next time you see him, he’s gonna try his best to ask you out and reveal that he feels the same. But, the first time, he might panic and dip out.

He worried you’re gonna judge him for how he realized you liked him as well, and reject his advances. If you did he’d never live it down-

As much as he loved you, he did not love your friends. Kiku would come to anything you invited him to, regardless of the fact that every time he would end up playing video games alone in your room. While everyone partied outside, he found the noise unbearable. But the fact that you didn’t question his decision to isolate, and even made an effort to still hang out with him alone, was one of his favourite things about you.

But one time, during one of those gatherings, he turned into a side room early. It had been a hard day for him, but still seeing you was his first priority. Right before he put his headphones on, he overheard someone saying his name from outside the door.

The longer he listened, the colder he felt. Two of your friends were commenting on his behaviour, calling him strange and awkward. One questioned why he had even been invited, remarking that he didn’t fit into the group. He was about to interrupt their conversation when you joined their mean-spirited discussion.

But you didn’t agree with them, oh no. You told them that he was always invited because regardless of their rude opinions. Because, well, you loved him. More than just a friend would.

Oh, this is so awkward for him. And you. What a situation! He’s so worried about what to do. He likes you a lot too, he keeps catching himself daydreaming about you… holding your hand, kissing your cheek, being in love with each other… but there’s no way you feel the same! He must have misheard!

He’s definitely not gonna bring up what he heard. As far as you’re aware, he knows absolutely nothing. And he’s trying his best to-

I seriously doubt he’d be the one who asked you out first, regardless of the situation. All this has done is make him doubt everything more. Just do him a favour and be direct, won’t you?

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randomgooberness · 11 months

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@temothylol you have just plucked the WRONG jenga stick, my friend.

OKAY SO. the TLDR of this is: Mind(from Freeman’s Mind) puts the sample in the rotator like usual in his canon, but it gets all weird and snaps him into another timeline/universe: HLVRAI, and he’s forced to “go under cover” because the guy who they’re calling Gordon Freeman IS NOT HIM and is likely a government coverup here to replace him- so he has to play it cool as he tries to escape with them. Through this journey he learns the power of friendship and how to not be as much of a fucking asshole.

This AU is being rped by me and my friend @shineyfish !

The SUPER SHORT TLDR is: mind makes friends and shit sucks so much but its otay the power of friendship :)

THE LONG VERSION IS:

(warning for blood, gore, and talk about suicide at the end)

Like I said, he’s transferred via Resonance Cascade, and thrown into the HLVRAI universe. When people address Gordon by his name, he goes. Oh shit this guy is here to replace me. What the FUCK. And of course when Gordon asks for his name he panics and goes “MIND. MIND YOUR BUISNESS” and it sticks. sorry dude you’re Mr. Mind now.

Unlike how Freeman’s Mind takes place over the span of a day or so, this follows more HLVRAI’s timeframe. Which should be more like 4 or 5 days but I always write it as like. a Month because it makes it feel more like a journey and I like it.

Just like in normal HLVRAI, shit is Looney Tunes and BONKERS, though, like Gordon does, he adjusts to it with varying levels of stress- kinda going into denial as well- though he realizes Gordon is kinda the “leader” as well as is the MOST NORMAL, so he’s the one he talks to the most- and Gordon himself see’s him as More Normal Than The Rest.

He is, however, more suspicious of Gordon because, unlike everyone else, he doesn’t seem like much of a person outside of Black Mesa! Like, sure, he has a Son, but... that’s kinda it? He likes video games? This guy is suspicious as HELL.

(Meanwhile, the ACTUAL reason as to why Gordon is Like That is because he’s the player characters model. His backstory gets made up on the fly and he’s not given as much stuff as everyone else- not to mention, even outside of being a vessel for someone to play a game, he’s...depressed. And lonely. He has identity issues and doesn’t fucking know what he’s doing with his life except for taking care of Josh every third week and then playing video games when he’s not doing that.)

A Running Theme here is: while it sorta takes a bit, they DO become friends! The cost of this is: Mind is NOT USED TO HAVING FRIENDS. Gordon isn’t either but Mind especially didn’t Plan to make friends nor did he Want to, and now that he’s attached to people, he freaks out more over the shit happening around him. Because he has people to WORRY ABOUT. Meanwhile, in Gordons case, he has someone who is “relatively normal” or another “straight” man in this situation, which means that he gets grounded more often and isn’t as mean- but this comes at the cost of, well, dissociation makes it easy to forget what's happening around you and the weight of it. If you get grounded during a traumatic event you Get More Traumatized. So both of them are more traumatized than their source versions LMAO.

As of writing this, we’re almost half way through RPing act 2, and Mind has only JUST realized he can trust Gordon(which I want to draw the scene where he realizes this SO BAAAD ace did a FANTASTIC job writing Mind starting to break the boundaries between what hes saying Out Loud and what he’s saying in his head), and they’re...getting along. It’s really sweet I like them :)

Another fun thing that they haven’t figured out in RP yet(mostly because they haven’t even realized they’re from separate universes yet), is that Mind is from 2007. HLVRAI is in 2020. I’m not sure how they’re gonna figure that out before they escape but it’ll be really funny. Here’s a post-plot doodle

OH AND DONT WORRY IT’S NOT ALL JUST MIND AND GORDON. Those two get along the best bc Mind has very little tolerance for bullshit but he gets along with Bubby okay at first(after he betrays Gordon, he fucking HATES him and it’s hard to repair that). He is Scared of Dr. Coomer and sorta hates him, and he is also scared of Tommy but tolerates him the most out of all of the Science Team post-plot. As of right now in the rp, Mind has attacked Benrey NUMEROUS TIMES. Here’s my two favorites

(dr coomer was played here by my friend Newt, though I play him most the time. I just gave them permission to interrupt as him at any moment because its funny as hell)

I also, just real quick, want to mention post-plot is p similar to my fic Headfirst for Halos, except Mind is also there as a wacky roommate. When Benrey moves in shit is the worst ever and its so funny.

Something I physically cannot refrain from spoiling is the Betrayal Scene. We have no Rped it yet, but we have planned it and the aftermath in-depth and it makes me FUCKING INSANE.

Basically, like I said, Mind doesn’t trust anything for the first few days- ESPECIALLY Gordon. Also, Mind was going through Withdrawals the first few days(which were only relieved because he eventually told Gordon who started trying to hack his suit to give him some morphine routinely- not too much, just enough to ease his suffering until they got out).

This meant that Mind was very, very prone to shit-talking Gordon behind his back, especially to Bubby. This ends up morphing into a bit of a situation in Act 3. Mind trusts Gordon by then, but still makes a few jokes with Bubby and Benrey from time to time- though he backs out once it starts getting too mean(which is funny as hell because mind is the meanest guy there). Because he backs out, Bubby and Benrey don't trust him to let him in on their plan to betray Gordon, but they don’t throw him into it, either, thinking he’ll be willing to walk away and turn a “blind eye” when it happens.

...He doesn’t, but he DOES earn a Blind Eye.

Mind dives in to help Gordon, and is IMMEDIATELY overwhelmed by the marines, and suddenly, he’s laying on the floor fighting for his consciousness while he listens to Gordon scream for help.

When he wakes up, he realizes a few things.

1. He only has half his field of vision. 2. The walls are starting to close in. 3. His first and now Only friend is borderline-dead next to him and missing an arm. 4. The walls are starting to close in. 5. He has to get him, and a guy bigger than him, OUT of here. 6. THE WALLS ARE STARTING TO CLOSE IN.

So, with that, he has to, in a spur of adrenaline, drag Gordon and himself out of a trash compactor while dealing with a new disability for the first time. Once they’re Out, he has to sit there, watching Gordon’s suit try to cauterize his wound and wonder if he’s going to lose the first person he’s ever Actually Fucking Cared About. He sits there for a few hours, and when Gordon finally wakes up, he is thrust into the position of comforting someone at their lowest point- something he doesn’t know how to fucking do.

When he sacrifices his bandana to wrap up Gordons arm and try to prevent further blood loss that the cauterization didn’t seal, Gordon says something that, one, no one has ever said to him, and two, sounds a lot like last words.

Gordon has no problem telling his friends he loves them. He said he loved Dr. Coomer within the first hours of the Resonance Cascade.

Mind, meanwhile, is only just now realizing he has a friend in the first place, and that friend is dangerously close to dying.

Anyways. Mind does NOT trust Tommy when they meet up with him again, but only stops threatening to kill him when he realizes he’s making Gordon freak the fuck out.

The Dr. Coomer fight. It goes um. :)

And when they meet up with Bubby, the guy throws Mind under the bus and tells him, right in front of Gordon, that he figured he’d be fine with the betrayal because he was Also shittalking Gordon. Up until that point, Gordon was only really trusting Mind(and sorta Tommy), so it’s a HUGE blow that he starts spiraling from, and Mind is forced to show character development by apologizing genuinely as he can to him and telling him that he trusts Gordon with his Fucking Life. Mind ALSO has to go through the extremely unsettling realization that him and Bubby are in more similar boats than he thought, messing with his black and white thinking patterns.

Mind struggles with the concept that he might’ve just ruined his friendship with Gordon until the guy suddenly announces that, because he’s so bloodloss right now, he cannot lead, and appoints Mind as leader instead. Mind goes through the thought process of “OH YAY GORDON LIKES AND TRUST ME AGAIN!” to “YES. POWER FOR ME. I DESERVE TO LEAD” and then “OH MY FUCKING GOD THIS IS THE MOST STRESSFUL THING IN THE WORLD”.

another theme, and probably my FAVORITE, is their different stances on life. I’m putting this at the end because it has a Huge suicide warning.

Mind wants to live. He wants to get out of here, and live his life. He has Plans, he is always coming up with More Plans.

Gordon...doesn’t plan. He doesn’t consider what he’s doing when he gets out- he asks everyone else, and then freezes up when he’s asked in turn. And, in the worst moments, he impulsively tries to die. In HLVRAI, this man has had at least 4 suicide attempts. He only spirals like that when his stress spikes, but it’s still not a good thing at ALL, and a sign that there is something deeper here.

So, when Mind witnesses all this with Gordon, he’s...horrified. The first time Gordon threatens to kill himself, he thinks he’s joking- because like, it was funny. Making a joke about shooting your brains out if you have to swim again is funny. But then when the guy tries to Swim Into A Blade, he realizes he isn’t joking. And he has no idea what to do, because his first ever friend wants to die and he’s already stressed at the idea of losing him from Outside sources.

It’s a contrast that is FASCINATING to work with and we’re having fun toying with it.

anyways thanks for opening pandoras box. I’m sure i have more to say but it’s all stuff ill eventually talk about or im forgetting and will discuss later. feel free to ask questions if youd like i feel insane over this naruto and among us crossover au

#hlvrai #freeman's mind #gordon freemind #gordon feetman #cw: suicide #cw: gore #hlvraifm

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theblackinnkeeper · 2 months

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Sorry, only messaging on anon cause I can’t send an ask on the right account but, I mean I totally get what you’re saying about Komaeda as a whole but I think some things are being overlooked. For one, in regards to his actions in well, the whole story really, I have to present a question. Do we hold children accountable for their actions? Yes, to a point, but we also acknowledge that their brains aren't developed and there are certain processes that they are quite literally incapable of. The same can be said of Komaeda. His brain is literally deteriorating, which in a way could be akin to a child with an undeveloped brain, and the parts that get damaged first in most cases of FTD are all parts of the brain that have to do with moral judgement. specifically the ability to recognize something as morally right or wrong, ability to recognize whats socially appropriate, and ability to empathize (this is all just mostly the ventromedial cortex, so there are countless other symptoms that come into play but) as well as an increasing loss of self awareness. If he were just mentally ill, i would agree that his actions are definitely his fault and his own but in this case, it's much trickier. is a person whose brain is literally deteriorating someone we should consider a moral agent? is this someone in control of themselves enough to be accountable for their actions in full? i wouldn't say so.

but also another thing is that i personally love chiaki, and i have no issues with hinami but i also think its odd that you're anti komahina. like, i mean there are ships im less fond of or that i even think would be better/worse than others but i dont see why if its not the one you like most that you need to reject it entirely. the only times i think thats really necessary is in cases of shipping abusers with their victims or ships thats are problematic i.e. age difference. beyond that, isnt it just easier to idk man…. accept that you’re not gonna agree with every ship you see? Just an observation.

I hear and I get what you are trying to say but I think you fail to get a few things while yes his dementia influences his actions to some degree it’s also due to his obsession with and as nagito said he doesn’t mind killing or being killed if it’s for the sake of hope and while his dementia does affect his perception a bit it’s not enough considering he’s one of the most perceptive characters in the game considering he’s the one who usually has it all figured out so I don’t think the comparison to a child really works with a character like him and if he’s at least aware enough to have a distinct sense of right and wrong(regardless of how screwed up it is) I do think that is enough to be held accountable

If you want to know it’s mostly because I find the ship to be toxic and the fans to be annoying (Everytime I criticize nagito’s actions guess how many fans are in the inbox or comment section are there it’s a pain I tell you) and I was annoyed at all the dr3 Chiaki hate plus hinanami hate (seriously if someone gripes about how despair arc forgot komahina again I’m gonna scream)

So I sort of decided that i should return the favor now I understand that there are worse ships out of there but none of their fans have ever given me a reason to go after them (unlike most komahina fans)

And because nagito’s treatment of hajime in chapter 4 and 5 just bugs me

Because while nagito doesn’t act like fuyuhiko(pre chapter 2) or hiyoko during this time what makes it bugs me is who he’s saying it to

Hajime is someone very insecure about himself and struggles with his self worth due to his lack of talent and very much doesn’t like having his insecurities touched at

So to see someone who supposedly loves him call him worthless And make him out to be dead weight just bugs me

And unlike Souda or toko who both get off on this kind of treatment hajime doesn’t not enjoy it

So it just annoys and disturbs me

I hope my answer was worth your time

#danganronpa #nagito komaeda #hajime hinata #chiaki nanami #anti komahina

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domreader-headcannon-scenarios · 2 years

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Omg yes I hate how twst does the whole “you lose even if you win cause plot”. It especially got to me in the Beans event and I almost stopped playing cause it was like an epic battle and the hardest fight in the game and when you finally win you’re like “yes omg I did it! I can’t wait to see the cool final battle it’s gonna be awesome and intense!”

And then it cuts to after the battle and they’re like “aww damn we lost” like???? You’re telling me not only did we fight for nothing WE DON’T EVEN GET TO SEE IT?? It’s soooo annoying

YEAH, like, why do I need to grind up my strength if it doesn’t matter?? The only fights you actually win are the boss fights. The STRONGEST CHARACTER OF THAT CHAPTER YOU BEAT BUT YOU CANT BEAT REGULAR FIGHTS??

Like I’m on book 4, I literally fought scarabi students six times and ended up ‘losing’ everytime even I beat them easily. Then I ended up at the Mastro Lounge, and Jade and Floyd protected me. Like, if I can’t ‘win’ a fight, why would I fight?

ALSO YEAH, WE LOSE BUT WE DONT SEE IT?? Like??? Wth, my cards aren’t weak I literally have everyone above level 40 and I use type advantages…

But also, I’m pissy about the events, this is the first one I’ve ever played (the stupid ghost bride one) and I hate the story it’s genuinely revolting. If genders were swapped everyone would be pissed but because it’s a male being abused by female, but that’s ok because the lil bitch that hit him is a woman? NO ITS NOT OK. ITS NOT FUNNY.

Everything about this event I’m hating, I’m not even interested in the cards I just collect things, but also, it’s annoying that I can’t ‘loop’ battles but I only get 2 event items a fight and the cheapest thing to buy cost 30, it’s tedious and done intentionally to make it harder to get said items so you don’t ‘finish’ the event before they are done posting it…

I stopped playing not long after the game came out because I always ‘lost’ and was constantly insulted and talked down to, even by my ‘friends’ which isn’t normal. Yes, some people playfully insult their friends but being called ‘A useless human’ is not playful. It’s also kinda bad because…that’s basically speciest since all the non humans say it…

I only recently started playing again souly bc I’m simping for have the cast…

Disney knows how to made cute/interesting creatures, but it seems like the didn’t plan for a player in the video game?? Cuz like?? You’re barely acknowledged. I know Jamil hypnotized me, and I know you can’t oppose him when he’s doing that so I was forced to say yes, why even give me the option if I’m already forced? Why give options if literally none of them matter?

Then there’s the issue of the jp version being for more updated then the English version and there’s quite a few bugs in the game and the AI isn’t the best.

I mainly enjoy the ‘lessons’ and ‘guest room’ which I can’t play bc I’m American…

I understand it needs to be translated, but…it took 3 years for them to even release an English adaptation…

Don’t get me started on the mirrors, I’m beyond pissed, gotta pull 100 shitty cards I already have for ONE ssr+? That makes no sense and I’m being punished?? For playing the game??? That’s the main way to get cards and it fucks you over for trying to get cards so you can play the damn game. At least obey gives you free pulls, the cheapest option is to pay actual money.

Disney is greedy, technically obey me is greedy to as they’ve had ‘pay to play’ things, buts not the only way, those exclusive cards for events. This? This is just regular ass cards, most of which are useless since the are the ‘starter’ cards…

#ask box #ask #malice’s ramblings

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faehelmet · 2 years

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i CANNOTTTTT stand on/ion/thief im sorry i dont understand what people see in the character. like i mean i DO (i have a fair share of favs who are assholes!) and i dont blame onion fans i just... find it VERY hard to understand how somebody can like this guy. (going under a read more bc i dont want ppl’s dash to be clogged with my bullshit LOL)

like okay i played x/yx’s route first and like, him making a couple shitty comments towards x/yx was like... okay you’re a hardass, but you’re funny, so i GUESS i’ll let it go. and then i played n/ight/owl’s route.

and it’s like...i cannot be nice about this guy are you KIDDING me? him treating owl like an idiot even though we are WELL aware owl is actually...yknow...trying his best, and trying to cope with a lot of issues alongside the pressure of exams is one thing, PLUS owl being seen as nd BY THE DEV... the comments left a bad taste in my mouth already. and then onion goes and calls owl a freak for... having a mental breakdown. that did it for me. like YES owl said a lot of hurtful things, and onion has a right to be angry i’m not gonna fault him for that. but “FREAK”? there is zero attempt to see things from owl’s side (despite them being friends...?) and even when q/uest says that onion wasn’t exactly helpful in that situation onion just goes “whatever” and like...

that WHOLE scene makes me mad i’m sorry. it’s not that it’s not handled well, it is! it’s just that onion’s like... everything. him airing out owl’s dirty laundry to the whole server (granted, for all we know the server could be aware already, but regardless it was shitty to just bring that up in a general chat while already going after him), and making those unnecessary comments towards him even after he goes through a mental break i just.. i cannot stand this guy.

we get like... a slight apology from him in the good end of owl’s route. (can’t say anything about the bad ending because i cannot bring myself to play through it sorry lol) aside from that? i’m not seeing much hard evidence that he feels remorse for half the shit he says or the way he is. he’s just an asshole and he seems content being that way. and, yknow, i dont see onion as some...really malicious character; there’s a lot to be said about how him and owl have similar struggles and how this likely contributed to onion’s pisspoor reaction to owl...showing symptoms of mental issues lmao. (saw a REALLY good post abt it actually)

but, regardless, it’s soso hard for me to sympathize with someone who just refuses to understand why mental breakdowns happen, how neurodivergency can affect your focus, just... a lot of brain-related shit seems to fly over his head. and it’s FINE to not know, but there was no excuse for some of the shit he said in the game especially towards owl. there’s ignorance, and then there’s just being an asshole. and for me, onion crossed that line verrrry early into owl’s route.

uhm idk how to end this. i hope to god this doesn’t show up in the bp tags i don’t want my negativity showing up there LOL again i don’t want to shame anyone i’m just very very angry at a fictional character and had to express it. goodnight

#txt #so uh. (tbh image)#im really into a certain vn. and i have a lot of thoughts abt it #i want to talk abt it a lot more bc i have so many thoughts abt the character's and morals and shit #(thankfully they wont turn out like rants like this post lol)#but uhh yeah

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streaming-yn · 3 years

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Hi, its Grim anon! I was wondering if I could request a platonic bench trio with y/n (she/her) who is very open about her affection for the three (constantly complimenting them, saying ily, etc.), but lately she's been worried that people will take it the wrong way so she's stopped? And now they're like. Where's my Y/N validation? :(

yep yep!! here you go, grim anon! ^^ sorry if I got a bit off track? I'm not sure if I did or not!

platonic!BenchTrio x affectionate!y/n

pronouns: she/her

other information on the reader:

. minor

. very open with her affection

. minecraft streamer

. faceless streamer

. it's against her boundaries for anyone other than friends to use her real name

warnings: sexism/misogyny (ends well, the haters are addressed), idk but the "girl near streamer I like? ew wtf 😒" type of hate (also gets addressed n shut down), little angst, distancing yourself from friends, trying to change yourself, cussing, mention of "weird comments" made towards y/n *ALL OF THESE ISSUES ARE ADDRESSED AND SHUT DOWN THOUGH !!!

form: headcanons

summary: y/n is super openly affectionate with all of her friends! unfortunately, a lot of people think that's a negative thing, though Tommy, Tubbo, and Ranboo notice y/n's change and get to the bottom of it to fix the issue ^^

genre: platonic, little angst, fluff(?) after it gets found out, hurt to comfort type of deal ^^

abbreviations: s/n -> streamer name, y/n -> your name

note: I'm not very good at angst yet so I'm sorry if it kinda sucks !! :(

you were very in touch with your loving side and showed all your friends affection very openly and however you could

unfortunately, since y'all didn't live near each other that meant that you had to wait for visits for like hugs n stuff :(

at first you didn't think much of it, affection was a normal thing between friends, why do it differently on stream?

you would often tell the boys how much you loved them and we're genuinely happy and grateful that y'all were friends

complements and validation paired with this, naturally

the boys looked forward to streams with you, not only because you where best friends but for the serotonin that your affection brought :D

actually!! on streams with all of you together, it wouldn't be uncommon for tommy, tubbo, and ranboo to playfully fight over your affection

it would be in different ways though, like with Tommy, you would complement either ranboo or tubbo and if you didn't state a name tommy would be like "THAT WAS MENT FOR ME, (TUBBO/RANBOO)" after they thanked you

meanwhile tubbo would either go on about betrayal and how you didn't love him anymore and he's going to run away or he would do something along the lines of ":(( what about meee"

and ranboo, if the compliment wasn't aimed at him, even if you clearly added tommy or tubbo's name at the end, would always reply "thank you" or something similar

however it's different if the compliment is directed at them!

ranboo would thank you, do a small laugh that's half flustered half awkward, and then complement you back (he got less awkward and flustered as he got more used to it though!)

you could hear the smile in tubbo's voice as he loudly thanks you and gives you like 3 compliments in return

tommy, it would depend if either of y'all are streaming or not! yes? "I know" all jokingly cocky like. no? "thank you, I guess" he says it as a half joke, it's a genuine thank you, but he likes keeping it playful so the "I guess" is thrown on, it's random if he gives you a complement back or not, it's literally not even dependant on how he feels, it just at random

also I feel like you and Tommy would have like a "ily!! /p" "ew /j" bit, very often I will add 👍

like while your streaming you like "tommy!! I love you, thank you for being my friend :)" and him, completely disregarding the last bit, would reply "EWW, Y/N YOU DO KNOW IM I MINOR CORRECT??"

if him ever saying ew hurts your feelings then he won't say it, however he will say the rest, unless him deflecting your "ily" makes you feel bad as well, it's fairly easy to crack him to say it back since you're best friends

a lot of back and forth, but not too hard since he never wants to genuinely hurt you

ALSO if you complement him (on stream ofc) he will find a way to turn it around, not onto you, but just turning into something too tame to be labeled and insult but definitely something close!

"I like your sunglasses!!" "oH??? SO YOU DONT LIKE MY EYES??? THANKS S/N"

(also feel like tubbo might do this)

ofc would stop if it makes you sad/uncomfortable/etc

with ranboo though, he might occasionally do that, but it's way more often for you two to get into complementing matches (just going back and forth with complements)

you also sometimes do the "ily more" thing, just because it's funny bc it's like a cringe romance movie thing, y'all never do it on stream though because ppl might make it weird, and some friend quirks are better kept private anyway, just a you two thing :)

occasionally the "no you hang up first" too, except you both play they teen girl waving her hand and saying it the most high pitched voice she can. it's so funny hearing ranboo going so high 💀💀

as a rising streamer, of course you have Twitter, and your subtwt isn't toxic – due to your personality and stuff, the people you attract to your content are all pretty loving and chill! ofc there's a few bad eggs, but that's just what happens, you choose to ignore those few

but since you've gotten more popular, people finding you through your more popular friends, you've seen a rise of tweets mentioning you, whether it be in general or in the boy's replies

you're glad to be getting more popular, now you can find more people who seek comfort from your content, which was your goal when you started anyway! so it's all exciting! ..at first.

rise in people means rise of people in the toxic 1%, and also means rise of haters or people who just don't like you

sometimes you come across tweets like "why does y/n feel the need to be around ranboo, tubbo, and tommy? leave them alone ffs, she got her fame she wanted, she can leave now 🙄✋" and "we get it, girl streamers are less talented so you needed to leech off they boys' talent! like is she done yet or??" or occasional tweets saying something about shipping – which is against not only your boundaries but all of they boys' as well.

the replies being full of "use s/n, using her real name is breaking her boundaries! and if you have an issue, then don't watch the streams she's in, dickhead!", "you could just mute her name on here and not follow her twitch, you're being overdramatic for no reason", "hey hey, remember that s/n checks her indirects", "ew, deactivate", "aw, are you scared bc a girl is better than you at gaming? aw you gonna cry??", etc, makes you feel a bit better, but the punch from the original tweet lingers

after seeing a bit more, you saw the majority of the haters – and weird people – you saw the root of it was probably because you were so affectionate towards you friends and just being around them in general

so, it'd be best to stop, right? don't participate in as many streams, stop being so affectionate in general, to be honest you were already quite anxious that you being so "clingy" was annoying, the hate just solidified it

so you have a plan in line, the hard part is executing it :(

to start, you stopped complimenting them as much on stream, and the late phone calls lessened, and those became more and more noticeable before you "got too busy" to be in as many streams as you used to

I feel like ranboo would notice first and try talking to you before bringing it up to tommy and tubbo, but when you replied "oh! yeah I'm good dw :)" he knew it was a lie and went to the others

"what do you think is going on?" "I'm not sure" "whatever it is, do you think this is why she stopped being so affectionate? I miss it"

then it clicked for tommy while ranboo and tubbo still tried to figure it out

"do you think it's family problems?" "no, last time they has family problems they became more clingy and their phone calls were more frequent, not-" "wait wait wait"

tommy checked your social media platforms, of course they had more followers than before

"what? tommy?" "I think it's more of an online hate problem" tommy leaned back in his chair, running his hands over his face before looking over at the discord call as the two others made sounds of shock, "yeah, this started after her platform got bigger and she got more well known" "..you're right" "how- how do we fix it?" "address it on a stream?" "no, no, not yet, I think we should contact y/n first, see if she'll tell us if we're right or not" "I could try? last time I texted her she responded pretty quickly so maybe that still applies?" "yeah, tell us if we're right or not and we'll continue from there"

so ranboo texted you, making sure to form the text to get to the point but not scare you, he knows how anxiety inducing confrontation, especially from friends, can be for you

you didn't know exactly how to respond, would it be better if you lied? or would the truth be better?

after a few times of the "..." appearing and disappearing on ranboo's screen before you message of ",, yeah, that is the reason actually ;; I'm sorry I didn't tell you, I thought it'd be better to just distance myself :(" sent through

the boys on call could hear the frown in ranboo's voice when he sighed and said "oh" "were we right?" "just a second"

ranboo replied to you, reassuring you that you don't don't have to apologize for not telling them and it isn't your fault, making sure to remind you that you can come to either him, tommy, or tubbo whenever you want

"yeah, she got hate, and I guarantee that if we go through her indirects then we'll see what exactly happened, we may have to scroll a bit though" so they searched around on Twitter and found some, then tubbo spoke "do you think she would want to join call so we can figure out what to do to fix this?" "I can text her, though maybe we can more of distract and comfort her tonight? we can talk about the hate and stuff another time" "yeah yeah, I think that's a good idea"

so he texted you to see if you'd like to join the call, you accepted and ended up playing video games with them – mainly Minecraft servers – for a few hours before tommy had you and ranboo (assuming you're in the US or close) sign off to get some sleep (if you're in the UK or close, he had you and tubbo sign off and then signed off himself for some sleep)

the next day you guys hopped back on call to discuss how you guys would fix it, as well as them giving a bunch of positive comments about your affection :)

you guys decided on a serious stream from Tommy's account, it was either tommy or ranboo's account, but you guys chose tommy bc he's not anxious about turning off donos and other things

you guys discussed that the hate you were getting was uncalled for, and the weird comments were to be stopped immediately.

"I think that's everything? y/n, anything else?" "yeah I think that's about it, thank you guys so much!!" "alright, one more thing before we go- chat- chat, if you have an issue with y/n being in our streams just don't watch our streams! if you don't like y/n we don't want you here" "tommyyyy :(( (/pos)" "wait wait!! chat, if anyone asks or is being rude either spread clips on the stream or screenshots of the tweets we posted!! we want to make sure that everyone – even those not watching the stream – are informed!" "alright, bye chat, I better not see any more y/n negativity!!"

there wasn't negativity in chat when you went to check btw :)! it was in emote-only bc they thought it'd be the best thing to do and most of the chat was filled with hearts and other positive emotes! <33

now whenever hate stuff it posted the replies have screenshots of either tommy, tubbo, or ranboo's tweets, links to the VOD, or clips, stating the most important and the tweet is usually taken down within a matter of hours – days sometimes

and after that everything was back to normal!! you started complimenting them again, telling them how much you love them again, etc etc! you even got back into late calls :)

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haitaini · 3 years

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rose petals

nahoya kawata x reader

genre: smut n some fluff

warnings: pain play, spitting, slapping, hes mean, nahoya’s fuckin MEAAAANNN, not proofread

minors/ageless blogs dont interact im so sick of u bitches

about: you wanted an industrial piercing, so your best friend mitsuya recommends you a piercer. what you didn’t expect though is someone like him to be a piercer.

words: 3.6k

tagging: @mitsuyaa @haistani @ryugucci @rinrinfoxy @creepzeyecandy @bajitheestallion @milkkai

“trust me, he pierced my lobe and my brow, look at how cool it looks,” mitsuya, your best friend tries to convince you to him. “i mean.. since you know him i guess why the hell not,” you let out, opening a water bottle to take a sip.

“fuck yeah, okay i’ll talk to him, industrial right?” he grabs his phone, getting more comfortable on the couch. “mhm, maybe something else but i’m not sure what yet.” you sigh and lay down on the other couch, on the opposite side of him.

“alright then,” he breathes out and starts typing on his phone as you grab the controller and turn the playstation on, ready to ruin your day playing call of duty.

you already got a few piercings, small tattoos on your arm but the itch will never leave. once you get one tattoo or a piercing, you’ll want to litter yourself with them. they’re addicting, having yourself as canvas, making artwork on you is a thought you’re genuinely in love with.

recently though, the artist and piercer that you regular at moved away, leaving you looking for a good one all over again. but mitsuya came and help and you started wondering why the fuck didn’t you think of this before since he literally has tattoos and piercings himself. but it’s whatever.

“okay, he’s free on coming monday, you good with that?” he asks, eyeing you. “yep, fuck you you son of a whore! yeah yeah i’ll be free.” you let out, frustrated from the kill you missed. “why would you do this to yourself?” mitsuya asks, genuine curiosity apparent on his face, “you enter the house in a good mood only for you to get off the game with anger issues,” you snort at his remark and shrug, muttering something about you’re always bored.

“welp, i’m gonna leave then, remember monday 2pm, i’ll text you the address” he gets up and walks towards the door. “and dont break something, yeah?” he yells from the other side of the room and you nod, muttering your good byes before leaving.

taka poopie:

you still playing?

you:

nah, got off after you left!

taka poopie:

alright, good

[link] here’s the address, his name’s nahoya kawata, hes the owner of the shop. the shop’s name is twin devils.

you:

thanks babe, appreciated <3

taka poopie:

yeah yeah go to bed

you:

damn okay daddy 😵‍💫🥶

taka poopie:

fuck outta here

you giggle and turn your phone off, heading to the toilet to get ready for bed, doing your face routine and whatever you need to head to sleep.

its monday. you look at the logo in front of the shop “twin devils” and walk in, immediately greeted by an angry looking dude in the reception and frown to yourself. does he know me from somewhere? you shrug and go up to him anyways.

“Hey! I have an appointment with Nahoya in around ten minutes,” he squints at you and nods, checking his system. “oh you’re mitsuya’s bud? coming for an industrial?” you nod and you see a guy that looks exactly like him, but with a wide smile. oh they’re the twins.

“that’s the person mitsuya told us about, ‘hoya, you ready?” the blue haired twin called out to him, nahoya raised his brows in surprise and hums in affirmation. “hey cutie, you ready?” you furrow your brows and nod, slightly shocked at the nickname.

“mkay then, i take it you know all about the procedures and the healing processes based on the amount of piercings you got on your other ear?” he asks while unwrapping his equipments and setting them on his table. “yeah, dont worry about it, i can handle it.” he looks at you, eyes trailing up and down and chuckles. “mhm, okay then, pretty.” he murmurs and pats the seat, asking you to get on.

“this is gonna be slightly longer than usual piercings, since it’s two holes instead of one, so let me know if it becomes too much and you’ll get a break right away, good with that?” you nod and get your hair out of the way with a clip, turning your head to the other side to give him more space to work with.

his eyes trail your figure one last time before grinning, and moves his chair closer to you.

you tense at the thought of the needle close to your skin, before he brings a hand to your shoulder, rubbing it in comfort. “dont worry baby, it’ll be fine.” is all he lets out before you relax and feel him get the job done quickly.

you let out a breath and your eyes tear up at the feeling of your ear throbbing with heat. he notices your tears and grins, bringing his thumb to wipe it away. “dont waste your pretty tears over some shit like this, not worth it,” he mutters and takes his gloves off, throwing away his used equipments and stands up.

you flush at his action, looking at him work. your mouth moves before your brain registers it, “what makes my tears worth it then?” you ask him and see his eyes darken at that, smirking at you before walking closer to you, gripping your chin between his fingers. “we’ll find out soon, what do you think?” you whimper at that, face heating up and you turn your face to the side. he chuckles and hands you a paper, his number written on it. “just in case your piercing acts up, you know?” you roll your eyes and take it from him, grinning. you stand up and notice some artworks on the wall, you eye them quietly, noticing one that stood out the most.

“you like that one?” you nod and turn to him. “you drew it?” “mhm, one of my first designs.” he looks at it and grins, “souya and i match these tattoos,” he says before he raises his shirt, revealing a shit ton of other tattoos all over his chest. he points at the design he mentioned on his pec, on the right side of his heart. “im guessing the other half is with your twin?” he grins and nods, lowering his shirt.

“he might look intimidating, but he’s actually way nicer than me,” you raise your brows as he leads the way to the reception. “i actually thought i did something when i first came in,” you snort, “but his voice was soft when he spoke, so i kinda just relaxed a bit.” you confess and he just smiles and hums.

“you done?” souya asks you both, you nod and take out your wallet, taking out your card to pay for the piercing.

“text me, yeah? was being for real,” he whispers to your ear and you heat up once again, as you nod and smile at him. waving your hand, you left the shop ready to go home.

you didn’t text him, you have no clue what was it about him that got you all stiff and lightheaded, but he got an effect on you that you have no clue where it came from and why is it happening. so because of that, you did not text him.

however, you were craving a tattoo. you wanted one, badly.

you still had nahoya’s number, you could just text him right away, but you wanted him to draw the tattoo himself. seeing his artwork last tike you were there genuinely got you thinking about it for a while.

you had a vague idea of what you wanted, so all you have to do is to tell him about it, draw it out and to make an appointment for it. so that’s what you decided was the plan.

you got ready, grab your keys and head out to the same shop again, excitement bubbling in your chest as you thought about the last encounter with him. you mentally smacked yourself in the head for not texting him, but honestly your anxiety was getting the best of you, and you couldn’t do much about it.

you park in front of the shop and walk over to the entrance, only to find nahoya exiting the place. with a pout on your lips, you skip to him to catch his attention. i guess that’s what you get for not telling him about this beforehand.

“oh? look who’s here,” he grins and looks at you, you let out a breath of relief, catching him on time. “you don’t have an appointment, do you? shit, did souya mess up?” he looks at you, sweat beading on his forehead. “relax, i just wanted to ask you a couple of stuff, but you’re leaving?” you look at his bag hanging on one of his shoulders and back up to him.

“yeah, but i can make time for you, angel face,” you bite your lip, scratching the back of your neck. “well… i want a tattoo, i have an idea what i want but i remembered your art and i really want your opinion on it,” his raised a brow, grinning at you before opening the door for you, “let’s see what we can do then, hm?”

“alright, what do you have in mind?” he asks, plotting onto his seat, a bunch of papers in one hand and a pencil in the other, looking at you attentively. “i was thinking about some vines, with a bunch of roses blooming out of ‘em, maybe five or six roses?” “oh? okay thats fine, where do you want it to be?” he asks you and you think to yourself for a bit.

“i was thinking maybe my lower back? but also my upper chest and collarbones doesn’t sound too bad either,” he grins and lets his eyes trail on you for a bit. “well, i think your upper chest works the best, since vines are usually wiggly and not straight at all,” he starts, sketching out what he has envisioned.

“we could have it starting from your shoulders curling down towards you upper chest, what do you think?” your eyes sparkle at that, an image of what the tattoo could look like imprinted into your mind. you smile and nod, clapping your hands together in excitement.

“you’re so cute, i’ll text you the final sketch then we can set up the appointment, mkay?” you nod before realizing something. “wait, you don’t even have my number, how are you gonna do that?” you ask, head tilting to the side. “i do, ive always had it,” your eyes widen at that, “i know i could’ve texted you myself, but where’s the fun in that?” he grins, putting the pencil down to look at you. “you’re just too cute to tease, baby.” “you’re mean,” “oh angel, you haven’t even seen me mean.”

you huff, cheeks dark and hot from his words before getting up, trying your best not to grin at him. he giggles and waves at you, watching your figure walk away from him. “see you later, cutie.”

unknown number

the sketch is done

[pic attached]

you

this actually fucking gorgeous

thank you ‘hoya, seriously

you’re amazing

nahoya

mmmm thanks baby

you free tomorrow?

you

mhm

nahoya

perfect, come during closing time

you didn’t question his timing and shrugged, turning your phone off and heading to sleep.

“closing time? why the fuck?” mitsuya asks through the phone. “i’m not sure either, but the design is so gorgeous, taka… i can’t wait for it.” he chuckles, “you’re gonna be in so much pain, but good luck, its a really pretty tattoo.” you chuckle and thank him, before hanging up the phone and opening the door to the shop.

the place is empty, a bit darker than usual too. i mean he did say it was closing time but it’s still an odd sight to see. you take out your phone to text him, before you see him coming out of a room in the corner, lips immediately shapes into a grin.

“hey angel, you ready?” you nod and exhale a breath out of your lungs, relaxing yourself a bit before approaching him with a smile. “the excitement’s giving me way too much energy, scared i’ll be shaking too much,” you let out as you watch him walk into the same room, before telling you to follow him.

“don’t worry cutie, you’ll be fine,” he grins before taking a look at you, “besides, you shaking would be such a pretty sight for me, dont you think?” you feel your breath get stuck in your throat at his words, a small whine accidentally escaping your lips. he chuckles and moves closer to the seat.

“need you to lay down for me, can you do that baby?” you nod, goosebumps covering your skin as he strokes your hair in praise. “lower your shirt and bra straps for me cutie,” he mumbles before taking the sticker to line out the piece on your skin. his touch has you muffling a whimper, your face heating up immediately. he grins and grabs the needle, starting to trace the line art gently, pain not affecting you. he hums and looks at your face for your reaction before he sucks at his teeth, wiping the ink splattered on your skin, so he has a pretty, clean canvas to work with.

“is it hurting you, pretty?” he murmurs, concentration fully on his work. you hum, “not really, it’s sort of pleasant,” you breathe out, looking at his attentive face before you smile. he really does love doing this, it’s super evident in his work and you find it endearing. your thoughts get interrupted when he presses a bit too hard on one spot, causing you to let out an accidental moan. “a-ah, shit,” you immediately slam your hand against your mouth, eyes widening, heat enveloping your face and neck. “oh? look at that! i think you find it too pleasant, dont you?” he grins and wipes that spot, pressing a bit too hard on your skin again making you keen. “‘hoya, please,” you pant and his control snapped in half at that.

he put the needle aside, and stands up, grabbing your legs to position you where he can be standing between your thighs. “i knew you were a slut ever since you first stepped into this place,” he unbuttons your pants and slides them off of you, throwing them somewhere in the room. he chuckles at the wet spot that formed on your panties, pressing his thumb against it “you’re so wet it seeped through your fuckin’ panties! are you that much of a pain slut?” you whine, hips raising to get some sort of friction from his thumb, but he immediately pushes your hips back down.

“greedy little whore, you’ve always wanted this havent you?” he says before leaning down to you, grabbing your cheeks together causing you to roll your tongue out. his eyes darken at that, before spitting onto your awaiting tongue and slapping you across the face. “you’re so fucking filthy, it’s actually pathetic,” he says before he grabs the hem of your panties, sliding them off of your legs and stuffing them into his pockets.

“do you usually slut yourself out to anyone that gives you such minimal attention? or are you just a whore for me?” he asks you before you let out a loud moan, feeling his fingers slide between your folds. he immediately hisses at the wetness, pulling out his fingers. “look at that, you’re disgustingly wet right now, you’re so fucking disgusting.” he pulls his digits apart, a string of your slick connecting them.

he takes his other hand, rests his thumb on your lower lip before pressing down, silently ordering you to open your mouth. you part your lips a bit and he pushes the two wet fingers into your mouth, making you taste yourself. you let out a whine, eyes tearing up at the humiliation he’s putting you through. you wrap your lips around his fingers, tongue sliding between them sloppily, saliva dripping out the corner of your lips, but you love it, you love it so fucking much you can get drunk on it.

he chuckles and pulls his fingers out of your mouth, before grabbing your cheeks together again. “see? these are the tears that are worth letting out,” he growls into your ears before pulling away, watching your tears roll down your face. you whine and clutch at his shirt, but he slaps your hand away. “stop being so fucking greedy, its annoying as fuck.” he lets out before he pulls your shirt straps down, taking out your tits from your shirt. his hand trailing down to your cunt again before he pushes a finger in, immediately twisting it inside of you causing you to cry out at the pain, legs raising off the seat. he slaps your thigh as a warning and straightens your legs, spreading them wide, getting a full view of your pussy in front of him.

he whistles and grins, seeing your thighs tremble and shake at his finger curling inside of you. your hands immediately go to his wrists, slowing down the pace of his thrusts. “‘hoya please, please sir, fuck- slow down,” you whine loudly, tears continue to pour from your eyes.

his cock twitches in his pants, letting out a low groan at the sight. “fuckin’ whore.” he says before going to unbutton his pants, sliding his boxers with them. he hisses at the cold air hitting his cock before wrapping his hand that’s wet with your slick around himself and strokes slowly, letting out groans from the waves of pleasure.

your whines only increase in volume at the sight of him pleasuring himself, making him roll his eyes in annoyance and smacking your spread thigh again. you let out a gasp at the pain before the throbbing pain turned to sweet pleasure. “if you’re that fuckin’ needy for me you could’ve asked for my dick when you wanted it,” he murmurs before lining up his cock against your entrance, one hand grabbing your waist, the other rubbing tight circles at your clit.

your thighs started shaking again from the stimulation on your clit before you felt him push into you slowly, gasping at the fullness of his cock in you. you feel your core snap, clenching around him, legs seizing up and your eyes rolling back to your skull, letting out a silent scream.

he stares at you before giggling, his laughing sounding absolutely humiliating to your ears. “holy fucking shit, did you just cum?” he grins at your reaction, “just from me pushing in? you’re so fuckin’ cute” shame dawns over you, your hands trying to cover up your face before he pulls them away. “you fuckin’ look at me while im fucking you, got that? or are you too braindead now?” he taunts you before pushing the rest of his length in.

you moan out his name, clenching around him causing him to hiss from the tightness of your walls. “how are you so fucking tight? are you a virgin? is that it?” you shake your head no, moaning as he starts thrusting into you, moving at a steady rhythm. “no? then? little whore too busy to get fucked then?” he groans, speeding up his thrusts as he holds onto your hips tightly, surely bruising them.

you raise your hands at him, wanting him to be close to you before he leans down, letting you grab at his hair, pulling at it and letting moans and whines pour out of your filthy lips.

he wraps a hand around your throat, squeezing at the sides before he spits on your face, watching his saliva drip down your face and chin.

you’re messy, so fucking messy and he loves it. he wants to wreck you, mess you up to the point where you wont be recognizable after you’re done with him. he wants to keep you all to himself, his own little doll that he gets to fuck and ruin whenever he wants.

he wants to collar you, having his name marked on your pretty little neck.

the thought got his hips rutting into you in desperation, his cock twitching inside you before emptying his cum in you, painting your walls white with his seed. he groans and pushes his face into your neck, panting to get some air into his lungs.

you let out a soft breath at the feeling of his cum inside you, threatening to come out. you clench around his cock, causing him to hiss and stand up straight, fingers finding your clit, rubbing quick circles, hips bucking into his hands before you feel yourself come undone around his cock, orgasm crashing onto you causing you to let out a moan that could put porn stars to shame. nahoya grins at you, fingers not stopping yet before you feel shocks of pain hitting your clit.

he pulls out of you, sighing as he watches his cum dripping out of your pussy before reaching out for his phone on the table, taking a picture of your spread cunt, keeping it for himself. “you’re so good, so fuckin’ good for me arent you?” he asks, pressing soft kisses on your temple all the way to your lips. you hum and grin, “hell yeah im good,” you grin and bringing him close to you, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“need to go get us towels to clean ourselves up a bit, would you let me do that baby?” he murmurs to you and strokes your hair with his fingers. you nod and let him go from your grasp. he smiles and skips to the storage room to get some towels.

he comes back and see’s you passed out on the seat, he grins and brings the cloth to your skin, wiping away his cum and sweat from you before dressing you again slowly, without waking you up.

“welp, guess we’ll have to continue the tattoo tomorrow.”

#tokyorev smut #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers x reader #nahoya #nahoya kawata #nahoya smut #nahoya x reader #smiley #smiley smut #smiley x reader

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lemonpils · 2 years

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Sandy Situation

Summary: Reki burries Langa in the sand out of boredom, but after he sees Langa being a grump, he decides to take matters into his own hands.

authors note: ahUJFHNUJIEHN TY ALL FOR THE LOVE ON MY KAEBEDO FIC LIKE OMG?? I WASNT EXPECTING ANYONE TO READ IT LOL, ANYHOO ENJOY SOME RENGA BECAUSE I LOVE THESE HOOLIGANS

“Reki, for the last time, can you stop splashing me.”

“Oh cmon! We’re at a beach! And besides, I thought you liked the ocean!”

“I do, but not at every given second.”

The gang had ventured off on a so called ‘vacation’, taking a cruise ship to a another island across sea to give Reki a chance to relax. After his beef with Adam, he was not only physically wounded but also mentally, he needed a little getaway to destress.

But that also gave him a chance to be quite the annoying little pest.

He had already bugged Miya as much as he could, before the preteen stuffed his mouth full of sand. He couldn't hang with Joe because frankly- no one could find him, he was probably off with some chicks. Reki also made the attempt to talk to Cherry, who was too busy reading to even show the slightest bit of care, and well Shadow- he was already annoyed with Reki for being the so called ‘chaperone’. So Langa was the one stuck with his antics.

“M’booorrreed..Lets play a game or something!”

“If its a game that involves me getting into the water, I’ll pass-. I’m tired Reki.” Langa was laying under the umbrella on a towel, with Reki hovering over him, ideas pouring out of his mouth.

“Can we play tag?”

“No Reki.”

“Hide and seek?”

“No-.. Where would we even hide.”

“Uhh... Volley ball?”

“I said I’m tired.”

“Then- can I bury you in the sand?”

“Wh-.. I mean, I guess thats fine.”

Reki let out a victorious “Woohoo! Yea!” before he began digging out a hole in the sand. The bluenette watched as his friend scooped handfuls of sand creating a Langa-sized pit in the ground. His nails were all stuffed with dirt underneath, his hair was a mess, he was really excited to finally be able to do something with Langa. “Alrighty! Im done, so get over here and sit.” Reki gestured towards the pit, resulting in Langa hopping up off of the towel and walking over.

“Now go ahead and lay down, but remember to sit your head at the top.”

“Mhm, okay.”

Langa slid into the hole, making sure his head was at the right spot, but then he noticed an issue. “Uhh- Reki.”

“Yea Langa?”

“My feet.”

“What about’em?”

“They dont fit.”

Reki looked down, and there he could see, the hole was too small for his feet to fit in properly. “Oh thats fine, just place them on top! Besides, you dont want the sand worm-things biting them underground right?”

“SAND WORMS?”

“Annnyways-! Lets get started!”

Langa sighed, watching as the red head took buckets of sand and poured them across his body. The pit slowly filled up, until only his head and feet peeked out from the sand.

“Baha! You look so funny!” Reki slapped the sandy ground, very amused by the Langa head poking out of the sand. “Eh- shut up..! It was your idea!” Langa tried to take his hand out from under the sand to point at him, but took a gulp once he realized he couldn't move an inch.

“Oh come on Langa, lighten up a bit! You’re supposed to be having fun.”

“Yea, well- this isnt fun for meHEe! Reki- no. Dont you dahAhahare! Nohohaha!”

The last thing Langa expected was to be thrown into a fit of giggles, peering down to see Reki using one hand to gently flutter over Langa’s trapped foot.

“You’re gonna have fun whether you like it or not Langa!”

“Rehehekihi! Thihihis ihihsnt fahahair! I cahahahnt mohohOhOVE!”

The blue haired boy squealed as Reki used another hand to spider up his other sole, both of his feet being succumbed to the torment. “Wow Langa, your feet sure are ticklish, I’m hardly even touching you!” That was true, Reki wasn’t really using that much pressure, just gently gliding his fingertips over his soles, but for some reason- it tickled so bad.

“GheHEhaHh- staHaHaHAHp! RehEhkihihi!”

“Why should I? Look how much fun you’re having!”

“BehEhacAUse ihIHt tihIHICkLehEHs..!”

“Awwww Langa-! Thats the point, now... how about these toes?”

“CohohOmE ohOhn ReHehEki- pLehehea-nohEHaHeHA!”

That poor boys feet were tickled until Langa could only speak in giggles, but Reki’s ‘have fun’ method was working. He could feel himself relaxing, his smile becoming more natural. But the red heads fun wasnt over there, he had another trick coming to his mind as he moved up towards Langa’s head. “Hey Langa, are you having fun yet?” Reki ruffled his hair, staring innocently at the teen.

“Ghehheh.. That was awhawfull...”

“Hm, guess you need some more anti-grump treatment!”

“Huh-..!? Wait Rekihihihi! Eheheheek! Nohohaha-!”

Langa was once again succumbed to the torture as Reki tickled him, but this time; on his neck. His blunt nails began scritching and scratching around the sides and back of his exposed neck, and all Langa could do was plea.

“Ehehehee! Rehehekihi hehaha! Plehehehahase!” The blue hair boy dissovled into squealy giggles, his neck wasn't that sensitive, but Reki always found a way to make it tickle a lot more. It was some sort of best friend technique he had.

“Are you having funnnn?” Reki teased, his hand still fluttering against his neck.

“Yehehehes! Yehehes nohohow quihiht ihihitehehehe!” His giggles soon faded as Reki’s fingers slowed to a stop. The immature red head sat there admiring his victory, Langas face was beat red, his hair was full of sand and there were wet marks on the corner of his eyes. “Well then, how was that~?” Reki asked, awaiting the only answer his friend could say.

“Nhheheh...Ihit was fuhun..” Langa threw is head back onto the sand, taking the moment to breath.

“Thats what I like to hear! So then, wanna play a game with me?”

“Fine.. What is it?”

“Let’s see how long you can go without laughing!”

“Wait Reki-”

“Ready...”

“Reki wait-!”

“Set..”

“Reki cmon..!”

“Go!”

“GhehehaHA-! ReHEhEkIHI!”

#sk8 the infinity #sk8ti #tickle #tickle fic #sk8 the infinity tickle fic #renga #langa hasewaga #reki kyan #renga tickle #lee! langa #ler! reki

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technowoah · 3 years

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if you're taking asks for the prompts, can you do 11 and 17 from the angst list with george but have a fluffy ending? she/her pronouns pls

I Can Make It Right

SHSJS I HAVE SO MUCH ANGST IN MY INBOX YALL!

Thanks for the request babe! The way it came out was gender neutral i dont think I user she/her, but it still works trust me!

George x reader imagine (established)

11) "It's not important apparently"

17) "You already made me feel like shit so might as well finish me off"

⚠︎ angst with happy ending, unresolved issue but they're gonna fix it dont worry 😌, angry George, swearing

*** = flashback

Masterlist

You had stood infront of your bathroom mirror finishing up your makeup for the night. Your hair was already done and you had a nice outfit on, not to fancy and not too comfortable. While listening to a playlist George had made for you, you had put down the brushes you were using. It didnt really matter if you cleaned up your makeup that was littered all over the sink right now, but right now you were feeling good.

Today was your and George's 3rd year anniversary and you couldn't be happier about it. Today you two were going to dinner and doing something else which was supposed to be a surprise for you. It was a night on the town.

George and you met 4 years ago actually. You two started out as acquaintances, the slowly grew into friends and then one day he asked you to join him to dinner. At first you were oblivious to his actions, thinking he was just being a good friend, but turns out the more dates you two went on the more you caught on. He officially asked you to be his girlfriend 3 years ago today.

His friends keep on pressuring George to propose already, they think it's been long enough. The only thing close to marriage is a promise ring. He put the ring on your finger as a promise that one day he would marry you, everytime you doubt that he will propose you turn your attention to the cute ring on your finger.

You had turned off the bedroom lights and sat on your bed finally relaxing after struggling to find a decent enough outfit for tonight. George said that he was going to pick you up around 6:00 and now it is 5:47 so you had some time to spare.

You had found yourself scrolling through tiktok because you had nothing else better to do at this moment. It was a guilty pleasure of yours even though you and george both joked around about hating tiktok.

Time began to tick away so you had checked the clock on your phone which said 5:57 pm. You had grabbed shoes that you set up against your bed, slipped them on and grabbed all of your belongings for the night. You stationed yourself in the living room waiting till George came to the door.

Nervousness always came up before a date, it was the anticipation actually. You were excited and nervous about the date as you always were, but today for you was special. It was three years worth of beautiful love. You remembered the time he first said I love you too, it was just like it was yesterday.

***

"Hey y/n." George looked towards you. You both were sitting on a plaid, plush blanket with a brown woven basket ontop in between you two. It was just like the movies and that why you cringed because of how cheesy it was when George led you to it.

It was sweet, it was extremely sweet and you loved these dates that George always brung you too. You always felt special when you are sitting next to him.

You responded to George. "Yeah Gogy?" You laughed at the use of his nickname.

"Im trying to be serious right now and you call me Gogy." George smiled and shook his head. "Anyways, you know I love you, right?"

"Of course I do-"

"No I love you. I mean. I'm in love with you." George reached to rest his hand ontop of yours and repeated himself. "I'm in live with you y/n."

You wasted no time answering. "Im in love with you too."

***

6:03

George didnt show up yet, but there was no sweat. He was only 3 minutes late, maybe he ran into traffick. Your stomach was rumbling, but you didnt want to eat yet since you two we're planning to go to dinner. Patience is key, and it wasnt like he wasn't late before.

6:10

You started to get worried, it's been 10 minutes and still no sign of your boyfriend. You had gotton up several times to check outside of your door only to be met with no one. Your mind was jumping to conclusions about if he forgot your anniversary, but you shut those thoughts out for the time being.

6:19

Okay this is getting out of hand. You brung out our phone and began to text George, you couldn't believe that you had waited this long before texting the man.

Where are you? Ive been waiting for 29 minutes?!

[Sent: 6:20pm]

George what are you doing?

[Sent: 6:20pm]

You awaited his text message with your phone faced up on the coffee table infront of you. You didn't want to believe that George woukd forget, or overslept, but that was becoming truth the more minutes passed by with no call or text.

6:30

Calling him was useless, because he didn't answer. He didn't hang up on you he just wasn't picking up the phone, like he turned it off. You started to get worried if something happened to him, if he was in a situation where he couldn't call or text you. You wondered if he was safe at home and not out in the middle of the street.

In a flash all your worries subsided when your phone lit up with a notification.

ThisIsNotGeorgeNotFound is live:

Im Playing golf with my friends

That son of a bitch. Pissed off was an understatement, you were fuming. How could he end up streaming at home when you had constantly reminded him about this day, he knew damn well about this day too. How could he?

You ended up grabbing a jacket and your purse and ended up driving to George's place. It seemed like he was mocking you in a way, he knew you had notifications on for Twitch. You loved to support him and his career, but this was making a fool out of yourself.

Your hand tightly gripped the steering wheel as you tried not to run every red light you cane across. You finally came across George's home, you found a place to park and quickly got out of your car and sped walked your way to George's residence. Finally making up to George's door you knocked harshly on the door probably making more noise than what you intended too. You continuously banged on his door until you got fed up.

Remembering that George had given you a key to his house you dig through your purse to get your set of keys out anr unlock his door. You stomped inside his house and closed the door behind you.

"GEORGE! GEORGE!" You yelled through the house. You were being reckless and annoying, but you didnt care at this point you were fuming and needed to tell George how you feel.

You had made your way to George's recording room where he was talking to his friends on discord. George looked towards you in shock clearly not hearing the sounds you were making throughout his house.

"Y/N?!" George yelled and muted his microphone.

"What the hell are you doing?" You exclaimed back.

"Im streaming thats what Im doing!" George sassed back at you, not paying attention to his screen and the chat.

"Dont get smart with me. End the stream."

"What?! No!"

"You heard me, we need to talk." You crossed your arms across your chest. Your heart was beating too fast for your liking and you tried to calm yourself down, but George's comments were getting to you.

George was about to unmute himself and get back to the game. "No we dont-"

"GEORGE END THE FUCKING STREAM! This is embarrassing! Talk to me cause you have some explaining to do." You snapped at him.

A silence tell upon you two and he glared at you before turning to his stream and closing it out.

"Okay guys! Go watch the other boys streams I need to go now! Bye!" George quickly ended and turned off everything.

He turned around to you still sitting in his chair. "What? What do you want?"

"Do you know what today is?" You asked.

"April 30th." George answered bluntly.

"Thats all you have to say?" You asked in shock. "It's our anniversary dickhead!"

"I fucking know that." George said.

"You do? So why did you start streaming and we had dinner plans?!"

"I told you we were streaming! You weren't listening to me!" George stood up from his chair when he said that.

"When the fuck did you tell me this?!"

"A couple days ago! You didn't listen!"

"But you knew that was our anniversary! And we made dinnerr plans-"

George yelled over you. "A month ago! We made those plans a month ago so excuse me for forgetting!"

"So all these other years you remembered our anniversary and went out of your fucking way to cancel other plans around that date, but today you didnt because why?!" Tears were threatening to fall down you cheeks, but you wouldnt let him see you like that.

"Because I planned this already with the boys! And AGAIN you werent listening to me when I said that-"

"There were several other times that you could've told me too! But you didn't!" You sniffed trying to keep the frustrated tears inside.

"I already planned this and I cant go back on my promise-"

"But you can with me?!" You yelled and George stopped talking. He's just studying your face at this point and you hated this silence.

"Its not important apparently." You said while walking out of the recording room.

"You're being a bitch." He mumbled.

"Excuse me?! That is so disrespectful!" You spun around yelled at him.

"You already made me feel like shit so might as well finish me off." George said in a annoying tone.

"Yeah you should feel like shit! I feel like shit too so-!" You threw your hands up in exasperation and stormed out the room. You had made it to the door before George called out to you again.

"Y/n! Y/n! Please!"

"No! Just..." You paused before opening the door and ushering your way out. "Call me when you get your shit together.

You were currently curled up on your couch eating leftovers that you had in the refrigerator. That had satisfied your hunger for the night because the dinner was canceled that night. Your anger and sadness had subsided and you were only left with an unusual feeling in your heart. Your relationship felt incomplete, this fight felt incomplete. You didnt break up with him, but you were waiting for closure.

The TV was the only light in the room. It illuminated what it wanted to, you didnt care if it was too dark. Usually you would be cuddled up with George at this ungoldy hour, but you weren't and that made you tear up.

Your sadness was still there, your anger towards George turned into pity. You were sad about the actions he took, but somewhere in your heart you could forgive him. You could forgive and move on if he would come to you.

Speaking of, you had a knock on your door. You didn't have the strength to get up, but you did. Shuffling your way to the door you sluggishly opened it to find George standing there with his hands in his hoodie. The person you wanted to see, but at the same time you wanted to slam that door in his face.

"Hey." George spoke and you gave him a small smile, nothing more.

You turned around to find your seat back on the couch where you were comfortable, but also giving him a silent invitation to come inside. You had sat down on the couch not paying attention to George, but you knew he closed the door, took off his shoes by yours, and put his keys on the table by the door like he always did. It was like a routine to him.

George ended up awkwardly standing beside the couch as you ignored him.

"You know, if you didnt open the door I would've used my keys like you did." George tried to spark up a conversation, but you only hummed in response. You were scared that if you spoke, you would cry.

George ended up making his way to the couch sitting beside you and pulling you into his embrace. Your head was on his chest and you began to sob. You missed this it's only been a few hours, but you had felt that in those few hours you had lost everything. You continued to sob into his hoodie as he rubbed your back and shushed you, whispering sweet nothings into the air only for you to hear.

"Im here, and Im sorry. Im so fucking sorry that I did this to you and I only hope that you can forgive me." George said, his voice cracking a little when he said that. You kept crying.

That's what you wanted to hear all along, that's what you needed. You could forgive him in due time, you always will because you love him, you will always love him. You both can always make it right.

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kisslettrs · 3 years

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haikyuu characters talking after a fight with their s/o

featuring: lev, kuroo, suna

a/n: first post woo! hope you enjoy this ! ALSO UM. THEY TURNED OUT TO BE SO MUCH LONGER THAN I THOUGHT THEYD BE??? ESPECIALLY KUROOS LMAO THEYRE NEVER THIS LONG I PROMISE DONT GET YOUR HOPES UP OR VICE VERSA. also not beta read soz 💔

warnings: none i don’t think? relationship fights ig. oh and angsty with some gushy shit at the end for each of them 💞

→ HAIBIA LEV

you and lev rarely get into fights. only small complains about his behavior and him whining, or friendly petty arguments. but last night was different... I guess you could say.

lev was always pretty immature and playful yeah, but sometimes it felt like he never took anything seriously. it felt as though he never took him and your relationship seriously. especially now, when you decided to confront him about it.

“why are you laughing...?” you asked, staring at him

“i-i’m sorry, y/n honey, i just...!” he said, covering his mouth as a half assed attempt to keep in his laughter.

“lev, i know it’s just in your nature to act like this but I’m being genuine. i’m not joking, please. you’re doing it again! please just listen—!”

you were cut off again by the sounds of your significant other’s laughter, causing all your frustration to let loose.

“lev haiba!”

he immediately stopped, before looking at you in the eyes, his thin pupils meeting yours.

“i’m sorry. but lev, please can you just take me seriously for once?! i love you, but you need to understand that you can’t just—!” you frailed your hand around, motioning towards him, you, whatever this scene was. “—you can’t just do this all the time I—!”

before you could finish, your mind had been too pent up with frustration. “nevermind...” you grabbed your bag, before rushing out the door, not giving him the chance to talk.

fast forward next day, and you checked your phone.

[32 new messages from favorite dork 💝]

you sigh heavily, before letting the cold feeling of guilt claw at the back of your head. you hadn’t mean to make lev worry, you just needed your time alone. although if you did have to be honest with yourself, leaving without a ‘i love you,’ or hell even just a ‘bye’ was cruel.

as you opened your messages, you were bombarded with messages of pleas and apologizes that were sent at 9:21 PM last night, moments after you left his house. the guilt swallowed your stomach again, your hands slowly typing; “it’s ok hun. really. I love you too.” and pressing send.

you threw your phone onto your bed, before deciding to get ready. you and lev never really saw each other much since you two were in different grades, he was a first year, you were a second. you both had to wait after school, or well... maybe moments after. your phone buzzed a few times, but you decided to ignore it. it was too early.

schools over, and you’re walking home. you were gonna talk to lev today, just not now. you didn’t wanna interrupt his volleyball training just for some stupid relationship issue. as soon as you reach home however, you see a familiar tall figure fidgeting on his phone.

“...lev?” you called out, causing the silver haired boy to whip his head around, his eyes lighting up. “Y/N!”

he quickly shoved his phone inside his pocket, before running up to you and embracing you in a warm hug, shaking you a little. “y/n! y/n! i’m sorry for being stupid last night, I’m sorry, i’m so sorry.” he was squeezing you tight, and god did it hurt hearing his voice break like that.

“lev, sweetie, i told you it’s okay, really.” you spoke, caressing his back. he seemed to stay still for a moment, before speaking once again. “is this okay? me holding you like this, is this okay or do you... need space?”

you smiled softly. it made you happy lev wanted to make sure he wasn’t overstepping any of your boundaries. you felt your other arm hold him. “yeah, this is okay.” you swore you could feel him smile out of relief.

“i’m... i’m sorry again y/n honey, it’s just hard for me, i don’t...” he paused. “it’s just...difficult for me to handle situations like that.” you nuzzled into his shoulder. “it’s okay, you dork. i understand.” you reassured him again.

“but—!” he pushed back, meeting your eyes. “i’m gonna try...i’m gonna try harder. i’m gonna try to be better, for you y/n! i love you so much... i’ll do my best.” god, this dork. no wonder you loved him so much. you cupped his cheeks. “i’ll do better too lev, i won’t be as mean again. i promise, i love you too, so much.”

and with that, both of your faces met, and the two of you kissed lightly.

→ KUROO TETSURO

you and kuroo get into small arguments here and there like every other couple, and whenever you do you two usually recover quickly. you both like to call them ‘squicks.’

however, that night there was no denying that wasn’t any other normal squick you two had. no, that was a fight.

kuroo and you haven’t had a moment alone that wasn’t just you and him walking back home, and it’s been making you upset. so uh, that night you decided to confront him about it.

yeah it didn’t go well uhh

“i know we’re like, a couple y/n. but honey you have to understand i’m busy. you have friends don’t you? go hang out with them or something.”

“yeah, i know kuroo, and trust me i’m happy for you! but you’ve been so distant, we haven’t had a moment alone that lasted more than 5 minutes for like, 2 months! it wasn’t a big deal then, but i miss you and i’m worried.”

you paused, before continuing. “don’t you wanna spend some time with me? just, for like 30 minutes? don’t you miss me?”

“i do, y/n. i miss you and i love you. but like i said i’m busy with volleyball, you aren’t my top priority right now.”

“it’s been 2 months kuroo!” you shouted, causing him to widen his eyes. “don’t you understand? i’m not asking for your top attention, I’m asking for you to give me 25% of it at least!”

it was quiet for a moment. “sorry.” was all he said, before turning around his eyes focused on the volleyball between his feet.

you felt hurt and frustrated. “you know what? fine.” he immediately went back to look at you, seeing you grab your bag. “see you whenever you feel like to acknowledge my existence, I guess. bye.”

as soon as you touched the doorknob, you could hear him get up and say the words ‘wait, baby wait—‘ but you had enough. you needed to air out your head of the tension and frustration of the house and you left. you felt tears peak at the corner of your eyes as soon as you did.

next day, and you’ve been feeling shittier than usual. as soon as you woke up, you turned to make you lay on your back, staring at your ceiling and thinking; “was i too harsh? am i being too selfish? too clingy?”

you loved what your boyfriend did and you were perfectly fine with him having his time to himself. you knew you weren’t his top priority and he wasn’t yours. but 2 months with little to no communication felt too long. was it wrong to want to spend at least 30 minutes with your boyfriend? was that too much to ask for?

the anxiety raced to your head again. what if you were being too clingy. maybe kuroo had the right to be upset too. you were being too selfish, stop thinking of yourself so often. you curled up into your side. you didn’t want to think about it, and you didn’t want to see him in the halls either. you didn’t even wanna check your phone to see if you messaged you.

you decided to skip, staying home, watching TV and playing some games. you couldn’t mentally handle seeing him. at least not for right now.

some time passes by, and your phone is buzzing. you checked the time from the small clock on your wall, seeing the handles pointing towards 4:30 PM. oh wow, after school clubs should be over too.

you grabbed your phone to see who it’s by, knowing deep down it was who you thought it was.

[23 new messages by Hubby 😾💗]

[Kyanma: uhh hey y/n? did something...]

[2 missed calls by Hubby 😾💗]

choosing to ignore kuroo for now, you swiped at Kenma’s notification and read the full message.

[Kyanma: uhh hey y/n? did something happen with kuroo that youre aware of??? he seemed so much more down than usual during practice.

you: no. we rarely talk anymore because of practice lol I guess.

Kyanma: ???

Kyanma: Did something happen between YOU two?

you: we had a fight. im not really in the mood to talk to him. I skipped school. itll be back to normal in a few more days, sorry for the inconvenience snchsychsj

Kyanma: you two should resolve that. like seriously. hope u two feel better tho, bye✌️

you: we will hopefully lol bye kenma !!]

sighing, you placed your phone down on the small coffee table infront of you, but as soon did, you heard a knock coming from your front door. humming in response, you got up and made your way towards the front door, but decided to look through the peephole to make sure it wasn’t some scammer person or creep.

well, it was neither of those two but it was in fact no one else other than kuroo tetsuro. you sighed heavily again, before unlocking the door and turning the knob opening up to your boyfriend.

“hey y/n.”

“hi kuroo.”

you folded your arms, deciding to put up a strong facade, pretending you weren’t mentally screaming and that anxiety wasn’t clawing at your back. “did you forget something or...?”

kuroo brought his hand to the back of neck, awkwardly scratching it. “yeah uh...” he looked around, not wanting to make eye contact. “um. listen y/n.” he made his way to grab your hands, holding them together. “i’m sorry. i really am.”

“please don’t touch me. not right now at least...” even though you seemed so desperate for his touch the other night, you really did need your space. kuroo seemed alarmed at first, quickly swiping his hands back, wanting to respect your space. “of course baby! i’m sorry for acting too soon.”

you watched him scramble around a bit, finding it a bit cute. “can I come inside?” he asked. you nodded, and both of you went inside and sat to your coach.

“like I said y/n. i know ive been distant, and ive missed you so much. god, do I miss you. i wanna hug you and cuddle you so bad but volleyball and the nationals have been bugging me i couldn’t have find the proper time. i’m just scared... and I...”

“kuroo.” you said. his head snatched upwards, looking at you. you were gonna say something as soon as he did but the look he gave you caught you off guard. he looked like a cat pleading.

as soon as you pushed away the thoughts of him being stupidly adorable, you continued your sentence. “I understand, and i’m sorry for being too clingy. i just miss you a lot. i’m willing to wait for you, baby.” as soon as you said that, you saw his eyes pierce through your soul. fuck did I say something wrong.

before you could say anything else, it was kuroo’s turn to speak. “no baby. it’s alright, you aren’t the one at fault here it was me. i’m sorry for not listening to you that night. i’m gonna be a better boyfriend, i’m gonna be the boyfriend you deserve through and through.”

fucking idiot, i’m the one who was supposed to say sorry, not you! You didn’t say anything for a moment, before laughing lightly. “babe? i love you but i have to be the one who takes at least, 50% of the fault. it’s okay, i love you and i forgive you. and i’m happy for what you’re doing and how far you’ve come.” you placed your hand on his. “you can touch me now.”

his eyes immediately lit up, his lips curving into a smile and you swore you could see tears start forming in his eyes before he launched himself onto you. “my god y/n, how did i get so lucky. i love you so much, i love you so much.” he hugged you tight. you laughed. “i love you too kuroo. so much, i love you so much. i’m the lucky one.”

he pulled away and brought you to a kiss. before you could respond, he asked, “are you free saturday?”

→ SUNA RINTARO

while suna and you disagreed on a lot of things from time to time, you two usually both came to a mutual agreement and it wasn’t anything big.

but lately he seemed even more off than usual. communication was such a huge thing between both of you, but he seemed to just not be...cooperating?

suna is someone who doesn’t like expressing his emotions. and as his significant other, you felt like understanding him was a priority. but you just didn’t sometimes and it made you worry. him being distant did not help.

one day when you decided to bring it up, the situation got a bit... out of hand

“what?” he asked.

you shrugged your shoulders. “i don’t know. suna i care for you, and you just never helping me understand makes me extremely upset! i know it’s hard for you, but...”

you could feel him roll his eyes. “i don’t know what you’re going on about y/n,” he looked at you. “but really, i’m fine. do you not trust me to talk to you or something?”

“no..!” you denied. “listen. youve been getting more and more tired each day and i could tell. you’ve been ghosting me too.”

“...what?” he basically hissed it. “i’m not an asshole y/n. nothing is wrong. why do you keep trying to butt your head into my life every second?” his voice began to raise.

this was rare. even when he did raise his voice at you, it was never filled with negative intent but this time...

“i can take care of myself, y/n. i don’t need you and your noisy nose in my business all the time. sorry if you feel like you’re on baby sitting duty, but you really don’t need to be so clingy and emotional all the time...”

well damn. his words hurt. a lot.

“sorry for caring for you then, damn...” you grumble under your breath. you quickly grabbed your house keys and bags. he perked his head up. “y/n? where are you going?”

you didn’t reply. “y/n!” you rolled your eyes, trying to ignore the pain in your chest and stomach, before opening the door and leaving.

as soon as you woke up, your head hurt more than usual. those words must’ve hit you deeper than they should’ve, huh?

maybe i was just being too clingy, you thought, and those thoughts hadn’t left your mind the whole morning. whatever, you’ll just apologize after school.

you haven’t seen suna at all that day, not on the walk to school, not in the halls, not in his classroom. he was... nowhere. when you went to the volleyball club after school, asking if any of the members had seen him all of them replied with a simple ‘no.’

kita specically had been giving you long glances ever since you arrived. once you finally reached him, instead of denying seeing your boyfriend, he told you, “he wasn’t in school at all i assume. maybe he’s at home.”

home? why would he be home? maybe he was feeling sick...

you bowed and thanked him and the rest of the teammates before leaving. on your way home, you decided to stop by a connivence store and buy him his favorite snack, chuupet. or well, just jelly fruit snacks. you bought 2 packs for you and him, hoping it was a good time to apologize.

you walked up to his house, knocked lightly on the door and was greeted by his mother. “ah~ greetings y/n!” you smiled lightly and gave her a wave. “good afternoon! say, is rintaro home?” you asked. she nodded, moving to the side as a way to invite you in the house. “he should be in his room!”

“thank you!” you bowed quickly before making your way up the stairs. as soon as you passed by his sisters room, there you were infront of his. with your free hand, you lightly held a fist and began knocking on his door.

“suna? rintaro?” you called out. you would call him by a sweet pet name but remembering last night, you didn’t wanna break any boundaries. the room was quiet, and though you really didn’t wanna disturb him, you wanted to make sure he was okay. as soon as you did, however, you were greeted by a sight that broke your heart.

suna rintaro, the boy you loved so much, had his hair messier than usual, his eyes seemed red from crying and he was up against his bed frame, his phone in his hand. when he looked up, he saw you, his eyes widening.

“...y-y/n?” you stood there frozen. “rintaro...honey my god,” you quickly went up to him. “what happened?” you looked at him, his gaze looking down. you wanted to hug him so bad, but yet again, that argument you had last night prevented you from anything.

“hey. listen, sweetie. i got your favorite.” you held up the 2 bags of jelly fruit gummies. “it’s gonna be okay, okay? i’m here.” he was just looking at you, not saying anything, before muttering something under his breath.

“huh? what was that? i didn’t hear you hon, what’s up?” you asked, making sure to keep your distance. suna choked back a sob, before launching himself onto you, almost knocking you into the ground. “w-woah there!”

“y/n... i’m sorry i’m so sorry. i’ve been so frustrated with school... exams... volleyball and i’ve missed you so much but i was so tired that night! i lashed out on you but i didn’t mean any of it. i promise, i promise, don’t leave me please.” he sobbed quietly, his head resting against your forehead. when you looked up, you could see him squeezing his eyes shut.

wow, this was even more rare.

you brought your arms to his neck, embracing him. “it’s okay rintaro. shh, it’s gonna be okay. i love you and i’m sorry for being upset, i just worry about you.” you rubbed his back lightly as he continued sobbing, allowing you to give him a few kisses on the cheek, neck and forehead. “you’re safe, you’re gonna be okay honey. i love you so much.” you repeated.

suna never showed his emotions much, but he seemed to have a lot of pent up anger, sadness and confusion up in him, and he let it out for an hour infront of you, there to comfort him.

as soon as he stopped, you and him were snuggling on his bed watching whatever was on his TV, eating the fruit snacks. he leaned onto your head. “i love you...please, don’t leave me. i’m sorry.”

you bumped your head back onto him. “stop apologizing. i keep telling you it’s okay.” you giggled lightly. “please sweetie, talk to me so this doesn’t happen again.” he only nodded silently, before drifting to sleep in your embrace.

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xiuxxvisims · 3 years

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so your PTs are missing from your sims’ family trees? how to fix with simPE!

DISCLAIMER: i figured this out myself messing around with simPE and i’ve only been playing around with this programme for a few months so i’m not fantastic with it... but this is how i fixed my PTs and alien sims when i accidentally opened my hood with no cc.and therefore no multiPT mod...

first. backup your hood!! back ! that! shit ! up!!!! we will call this backup 1. i backup my hood by right clicking and selecting the winrar option ‘add to N006.rar′ and rename to the date usually but this time. fixPTtutorial. no excuses for not backing up!

now that you’ve backed up let’s get into it!

things you need: sims 2 (duh), hood checker, simPE, a bit of patience!

!! you need to run hood checker first and allow it to delete the broken family ties otherwise simPE will get an error when you try to open your alien sims’ family ties !!

when i broke my PTs i ‘fixed’ it in a way where i just removed the borked relationship using hood checker and then manually removed a broken memory from the two sims who had been abducted.. they basically had a memory like ‘met unknown sim’ and it kept showing up in hood checker like ‘sim does not exist’ but hood checker couldn’t/wouldn’t delete it. so probably do that first.. it should be somewhere close to the abduction memory. just open the sim’s description, select more>open memories, and slowly scroll through until you find the broken memory and remove it. commit the change.

my original process for this was a little more fiddly because i didn’t know of this trick pointed out to me by curiousb and found by mootilda here that makes it so simPE should show the multiPT’s names and portraits. if you follow this then you can skip to ‘part 2′

Part 0

find your multiPT files in your downloads and COPY them (not move) from downloads into your hood’s ‘characters’ folder. for me that’s sims 2>N006>Characters. this will make it so that simPE can show the names of the PTs and if portraits are generated it can also display portraits

look at my guys all hanging out.. you do want to leave them in the downloads folder so that they’ll be added as PTs to any new hoods created but you’ll also have to copy and paste them into all your hoods’ characters folders if you want to see their info in simPE... now you can skip forward to Part 2 because you don’t need to do the step where you identify each PT (unless their portraits don’t show in simPE) it could still be beneficial to read through Part 1 because i don’t go into as much detail in Part 2 on how to add the family ties but you won’t have to do the STEPS in Part 1

Part 1

the multiPT mod PTs are listed in simPE as ‘unknown’ which makes it hard to figure out which is which. for me apollo (born after the cc-less game disaster) had the same PT as ujin and arina so i could easily just add them to this PT’s family tree. for my other alien sim i just guessed and added her to a random PT because i don’t even remember who her PT is lmao.

if you don’t have any sims born since the family tree break/you don’t want to just add them to random PTs like i did with eunji you’re gonna have to do a trial run. (please backup your hood before u start, ive already warned u!!!!) by simply adding one sim to each of the PT’s family trees, opening your game and checking the family tree to see the portrait and noting down which PT you linked to which sim. this will probably be quicker if the test sims are all from the same household. i also think it is best to choose non alien sims as test sims just so they can stay on the family tree until you’re fully finished fixing your aliens!

NOW adding a family tie is relatively simple. open the PT’s family ties. from the dropdown menu at the top make sure its set to ‘[all households]’ and scroll down until you find the party of unknowns hanging out with toddler new year (if they’re located in the same place as mine...)

next locate your test sims on the left (i think this will be easier if you DONT use your aliens because that way when you’re adding the correct family ties you won’t have to remove the test sims until you’re sure you’ve got all the right PTs) right click on them and click on ‘add [sims name]’ (my simPE cuts this pop up off but i assume the end is like to family or something..) the default relationship will be sibling

for the sake of the test sims it doesn’t really matter what the relationship is set to because we just want them to show up on the family tree. hit commit in the bottom right and repeat for all your PTs (i’m just doing 3 here because my other PTs already have their family ties fixed.) commit any changes and close simPE make sure you save the hood before you close/as you close

!! now backup your hood AGAIN (this is backup 2) !! with the PT family ties edited but don’t replace backup 1. this secondary backup is just so you can safely open your game with no cc so it’ll load quicker. we’ll be restoring this backup immediately after we check the family trees in game.

you can now remove most of your cc from your downloads but make sure your multiPT mods are still in there! all of them! i have a few folders i always leave in my downloads and my multiPT mod is in one of these. i learnt my lesson! they might look something like this:

launch your game and see how quickly it loads w/ no cc and wonder why you subject yourself to a 45 minute load time when things could be so much quicker... and now we can see which PT is which! and also that hilariously one of my PTs is called ‘Pollination Last Name’ lmao??? and we can laugh at how silly my sims look without cc. ALSO i was confused why there were 5 ‘unknown’ sims in my hood but the unknown sim i added to frankie’s family tree didn’t show anything in game so i’m still non the wiser for what that unknown file is (also it’s gone from the family ties menu now and crashes frankie’s family tree so i’m ASSUMING it’s a remote control car cc that i’ve since deleted.. luckily i backed up my game so it doesn’t matter). but moving on

!! RESTORE back up 2 !! so the cc-less hell you just created is gone but you still have the family ties we just created

Part 2

open simPE and you can start adding your actual alien sims to the right PT’s family tree the same way you added the test sims. (select the PTs family ties, locate the alien sim on the left, right click and add to family tree) but this time choosing child ! this will add PT as the alien sim’s Parent B.. which since i don’t have any alien sims that need fixing right now just gives my test sims two parent bs

once you’ve added all your alien sims to the correct family trees you can remove the test sims. you’ll need to do this on both the PT’s family tree AND the test sim’s family tree to properly remove the relationship!

commit all changes and save your hood! the last step is just a little bit of garnish if u like. i don’t think it’s necessary and what we’ve done up until now should fix the family tree with no issues. so this can be Optional.

Part 3

when an alien sim is born the game by default sets the PT to ‘know’ the parent sim and has the child sim set to ‘family’ like this (ALSO when i was looking at an old backup of my hood before i borked my PTs.. the PTs get memories of their child too like my PT had a memory of ujin being an over achiever in school......... it’s so sweet...... i’m not fixing that shit tho i don’t have the patience)

to do this correctly for each PT select their family ties so you can see which parents and children you need to add relation to. then right click on the PT on the left and choose ‘open sim description’ i assume it’s description,, again,, simPE is cutting off this menu

choose ‘relations’ select the family of the sims you want to add and make sure ‘not related’ is ticked to have the sims show up. for this test we need to add saeed as ‘known’ since he’s the parent and georgia as ‘family’ since she’s the child

this is super easy! just right click on the sim and choose ‘add relation to’

the default relation settings need to be changed however. for the child i had to change spouses to parent. untick known and only tick family on both boxes and change not defined to child. i’m not sure why it said spouses.. idk if i accidentally changed that from the default before i took the screenshot or if simPE was just weird because they have family ties...

for the parent the default settings should be absolutely fine

when you’ve finished this for one PT go back to the family ties, locate the next PT and open their sim description by right clicking and selecting ‘open sim description’. it’s a bit of a convoluted way to open the sim description but it’s the only way i’ve found to ensure you’re opening the CORRECT PT’s sim description.

commit your changes and save! close simPE and your PT and alien childrens’ family ties should be fixed! if all goes to shit for whatever reason restore backup 1 and start again...

as i said at the start i’m new to using simPE but if you have any questions about this i will try my best to help! so don’t hesitate to ask. i hope this is helpful and you can fix your family trees with confidence!

#shit.txt #sims 2 #the sims 2 #simPE #tutorial

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maastrash · 3 years

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Fighting Fire with Froyo

oh my goodness hello friends plz dont roast my title bc @verryberriess already has LOL it is ✨quirky✨ anyways the first fic back is always rough to write and i got tired of editing so without further ado ...

Nesta pried the uniform hat off her head and wiped the dripping sweat from her brow. By the cauldron, it was burning up today. It amazed her that the frozen yogurt wasn’t melting right out of the machines. That probably wasn’t even possible, but the heat was making her delirious. Of course on the hottest day of the year something was wrong with the AC. She added calling the maintenance guy to her 5-page long mental list of things to do after her shift today.

She truly did not have the time to be working on the service line today. The Archeron sister froyo shop had opened almost a year ago and already she was talking to people about expanding it to become a chain. That’s what she should be working on instead.

Nesta supposed she should be happy their little shop was so popular. The sisters had been so nervous when they were finally able to launch their yogurt shop after years of planning. It was a dream come true.

They named it Archeron Delights and it became one of the most popular dessert places in Velaris. Elain was the mastermind behind the frozen yogurt recipes. People came from all over the country to try their unique flavor combinations. Feyre was in charge of all the interior designing. She remodeled the entire space and made it look modern with colorful signs and trendy photo taking spots - a necessity for kids obsessed with instagram worthy pictures. Nesta was the official manager which meant she dealt with finances, hiring the team, making schedules, and other administrative duties.

To be honest, Nesta never really worked at the counter, but Morrigan their newest hire, and Feyre’s best friend was sick with the flu. Definitely not a good idea to put her near customers. To make matters worse, the shop had been extremely busy today so she didn’t have time to take any breaks. Unlike her sisters, Nesta was already not the cheeriest service worker. It’s why she worked in the back in her quiet, private office.

At least she could distract herself by filling out their monthly budget summary while waiting. However, her calculations were soon interrupted by the cheerful bell dinging, meaning the shop door was being opened. Damn another customer.

Nesta began quickly finishing up the section she was on, “Hi I’ll be with you in one -”

“You need to get out of here,” the customer interrupted.

Nesta’s smile dropped so fast. Who did this man think he was?

“No, you need to get out,” she snapped back without looking up from her papers. If he was gonna speak to her like that she was gonna take her sweet time.

“Excuse me I -”

This time Nesta interrupted. “This is my shop and I say you need to leave.”

“Ma’am if you would let me explain -”

“Stop calling me ma'am, you have no right -” This time it was Nesta who trailed off.

She finally looked up to see a man equipped fully in firefighter gear staring right at her. Shit. She just yelled at a fireman. To make matters worse he was handsome. Extremely handsome.

“There’s a small fire in another location 2 units from yours. We’re containing it, but you still need to evacuate,” the man explained.

Nesta was still gaping. It seemed she was unable to form words. How was this man so attractive? He was wearing full protective fire gear and wasn’t even breaking a sweat and here she was, literally dripping.

To be quite honest she couldn’t tell if she was sweating because of the heat or the fireman’s burning gaze.

“Ma’am can you hear me? Ma’am? Oh for goodness sake.”

Before Nesta knew it she was being lifted off her feet. Literally.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she exclaimed in surprise.

“Ah so you can still talk.”

“Put me down you oaf.”

“Oaf?” he raised a brow, “That’s a real nice way to thank the person saving your ass.”

“I’m serious,” she said crossing her arms angrily.

“Let’s get to safety first.”

Nesta gave the man a withering glare, but he continued to carry her bridal style to a tent where it seemed other shop owners were gathering.

“Oh my goodness Nesta are you hurt?” Aelin asked as they approached.

Aelin owned a dress boutique in the same plaza and they often grabbed lunch together. She was Nesta’s best friend.

“No I am being harassed,” she deadpanned.

“She means saved,” the firefighter corrected as he finally set her down.

“Woah he’s hot,” Aelin whispered in her ear.

“Shut up or I’m telling Rowan.”

“Just an observation” Aelin laughed.

The man gave them a polite smile before heading back towards the rest of the firemen.

Nesta stopped him before he got too far. “I want to talk to your boss,” she said sternly.

“You mean the captain?” he asked.

“Yes.” Obviously.

“Why do you need the captain ma'am?”

“Stop with the ma’am, I’m serious.”

“Ok fine. What’s your name?”

Nesta stayed silent.

“Ok then, sweetheart. Why do you need the captain?”

Nesta growled at his stupidity. “I am not your sweetheart and I am reporting you for inappropriate behavior.”

Something like amusement crossed his face, but it quickly vanished, “I see. I’ll be right back then.”

For someone about to lose his job he did not seem the least bit frightened.

***

It was only a few minutes before the man returned. He was still wearing his fire pants or whatever they were called, but the protective jacket was gone. Now he wore a tight shirt that read Velaris Fire Dept. It framed his muscles a little too perfectly for her taste. How was this man real?

“The captain is busy at the moment but I will take your complaint and hand it to him myself,” he said, pulling out a pen and paper.

“How do I know you’re not going to rip it up as soon as I leave?”

“You can watch me hand it to him once we have this mess sorted out,” he assured her.

“Fine.”

“First I will need your name.”

“Nesta Archeron” she grit out.

“Nesta. I like how that sounds.”

She rolled her eyes. This man was absolutely insufferable.

“Ok, now your phone number.”

“Why do you need my phone number?”

“So the captain can contact you about this issue, of course.”

She grabbed the paper from his massive hands and scribbled her number down quickly.

“Ok and what are you complaining about?” he asked, clearly amused.

She rolled her eyes, “You already know what I’m complaining about.”

“Well, I need to write it down word for word,” he said, laughing softly.

His laughter was the last straw. “You know what this is ridiculous I’m going to find the captain myself,” she said, stomping off.

“That’s gonna be hard to do sweetheart,” he called after her.

“Oh yea, why?” she yelled back over her shoulder.

“Because I am the captain.”

That stopped Nesta dead in her tracks. She turned slowly to see the big oaf smiling.

“Cassian Nazari, Captain of Station 17,” he said, extending his hand.

“Are you playing a game or something?” she scowled, slapping his hand away.

“No,” he chuckled softly, “Just doing my job.”

“By pretending to not be the captain and stealing my information?”

He smiled again and half of her wanted to slap him, but the other half was tempted to kiss him. What was wrong with her?

“I take complaints seriously. So seriously, that I would like to hear all about your complaint over dinner.”

“This is not funny,” she said crossing her arms over her chest.

“Don’t tell me you’re not interested. You took one look at me and were absolutely speechless. I literally had to carry you out before you burned to death.”

“The fire was contained, evacuating was a formality you brute.”

“If you say so,” he said sarcasm lacing every word. “I’ll pick you up from your shop at 6.”

Nesta’s jaw dropped, the audacity of this man was astounding. She paused before answering, debating her options. She figured she could either continue pretending to hate him or just give in. Gods above, was she actually considering this?

“Say yes you idiot” Aelin whispered.

Nesta flinched in surprise. Where the hell did she even come from?

“Are you kidding I’m not going anywhere in this.” Nesta argued, gesturing to her work apron and leggings.

“I think it looks great,” Cassian said with a wink.

“Me too,” Aelin added.

Nesta gave Aelin a deadly look before saying, “Let’s meet at the Sidra at 7. That way I have time to change.”

Cassian only looked surprised at her suggestion for a second before agreeing, “Ok, I’ll see you there.”

He waved before heading back to the rest of his crew and Nesta against her better judgement waved back.

“Nesta Archeron, are you smiling?” Aelin teased as soon as Cassian was out of ear shot.

“Shut up. I am absolutely not,” she said, quickly bringing her face back to neutral.

And then it hit her...

She was going to dinner with Cassian - a fire captain she just met. What the hell was she thinking?

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winterscaptain · 4 years

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in the dark.

Aaron Hotchner x Gender Neutral Reader

request from anon: I dont know if you've already done something like this 😅 But can you do a hotch x new bau member? Like her and hotch are already a thing and they try to keep it hidden (and they do for a like a month) before someone makes the connection. Just a big secret fluff fest?

a/n: ask and you shall receive anon! secret fluff fests happen to be my specialty, and you’ll need hella mouthwash and floss for this one to avoid cavities. i had SO much fun writing this one and couldn’t wait until the morning to post it. words: 4,791 (whoops) warnings: some swearing, nothing too wild.

part two!

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+++

You stepped into the elevator and took it to the sixth floor, where you knew the exact route you needed to take to avoid the BAU bullpen. You’d been called to Erin Strauss’s office, pulled from the heavy caseload at CARD for some kind of mystery meeting with the adjacent section chief.

Checking your watch, you figured that there would be enough time to for a visit before returning to the eighth floor if this meeting didn’t run too long.

“Good morning, Agent. Thank you for coming in.”

You were halfway impressed – you’d barely made it through the door when she started talking. “Good morning, ma’am.”

She stood, handing you a folder. “This shouldn’t take too long, but you’re welcome to sit.”

You flipped through the folder, taking a seat in one of the chairs across from her desk. “A transfer from CARD, ma’am?”

Erin nodded. “I’d like you to try a stint in the BAU. We are working to fill a few roles as the unit’s caseload increases, and when asked, your unit chief did not hesitate to recommend you.”

Oh god.

Your thought died on your tongue before it could leave your mouth.

That was a problem for another time.

You cleared your throat to cover the rising heat in your cheeks. “Yes, ma’am. Of course.”

“You should have no issues settling into the team. Your new unit chief, Aaron Hotchner, is a strong personality, and I am the first person to tell you he’s not always easy to get along with –“

You stifled a laugh, covering it with a light cough into your elbow.

“- but his team is very capable. If you have any issues at all, feel free to bring them to me.” She placed her reading glasses back on her nose and signed something in front of her.

“Shall I report to Agent Hotchner today?”

Agent Hotchner. That’s a goddamn crackup.

“No, not today. I’ll get everything in order for your arrival tomorrow. Report at 9am tomorrow. Agent Hotchner will be ready for you.”

You’re damn right he will.

+++

You rolled over in bed and burrowed into the warm body beside you. To get any closer, you’d have to be under his skin.

Aaron grumbled and managed to pull you even closer, one arm spanning the length of your spine and the other resting across your thigh where it was slung over his hip.

You were somewhere between sleeping and waking for the next hour or so. The slow rise and fall of Aaron’s chest under your cheek brought you a bone-deep calm, letting you rest comfortably in that liminal space.

You were prepared when Aaron’s alarm went off, a full half-hour before it normally did.

“Early meeting?” you asked, as if you didn’t already know.

He hummed an affirmative and tipped your chin up with one finger. “No earlier than usual, but I want to get settled in before the day starts.”

My favorite Type-A Unit Chief.

You smiled against his mouth, stretching up into his kiss. It quickly turned less-than chaste, your tongues sliding together and your hands wandering across his chest and back. The raised ridges of his scars marked your path as you traced invisible patterns on his skin. You knew his body as well as he did, maybe better, and he yours.

After a few minutes, you came to your senses and pulled back. He looked dazed, his lips swollen and plush, his hair soft and tousled on top of his head.

“You have no business looking that good when you have to leave early,” you said with a light laugh. You carded your fingers through the hair at his temples, taking the opportunity to sweep your thumb across his cheekbone.

He gave you a crooked grin and reached for you again. You rolled away from him, pressing your palms to his chest and locking your elbows.

“If you keep this up, you’re gonna be late.”

Aaron rolled his eyes and threw the covers back, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. You launched yourself across the bed and wrapped your arms around him, tracing the lines of his chest and abdomen with light and playful fingers.

“As you so astutely pointed out, I will be late if you keep this up.” His chastisement was weak, at best.

You pressed kisses to the space between his shoulder blades and pushed him out of bed. He turned around and brought your face between his hands, pressing a series of kisses against your lips.

How he ever makes it to work on time, I have no idea.

+++

At about 8:50 that morning, Strauss knocked twice on Aaron’s open office door before letting herself in.

Aaron looked up. After processing who it was, he set his pen down and laced his fingers.

Why is she always ten minutes early?

“Good morning, ma’am.”

“Good morning, Agent Hotchner.” She looked a little antsy, but he wasn’t sure if that was just her general affect, or something more specific.

“What can I do for you this morning?”

“You have a new agent reporting to your unit this morning. Highly recommended. An asset. Please be welcoming.” She was short and to the point, but it made Aaron’s head hurt.

He pinched the bridge of his nose. “All due respect, ma’am, it has been very difficult for me to manage these new agents with such little notice.”

“I understand, but that is my call and not yours.” Aaron suppressed a sigh as she continued. “You’re perfectly capable of managing a larger team, especially one with such capable agents.” She placed the personnel file on his desk and walked out, leaving the door open behind her.

“Damn it,” he said to himself. There was no point in reviewing the file – it was entirely possible Strauss told the agent to report at nine, which means they would probably arrive early, which means –

“Aaron?”

He looked up at the door and his face broke out into a smile in spite of his sour mood. After a quick moment, he sobered and picked up the file on his desk. “I can’t chat long, sweetheart – I have a new agent reporting this morning.”

You did your best to look both politely interested and appropriately surprised.

“Oh, of course, love. I’ll leave you to it.” You were still smiling at him, waiting for it all to click into place.

“Thank you. It shouldn’t be long. We haven’t been called on a case yet this week, and the new agent will have to sit with Dave to work through a couple of consults so I can get a better read on capabilities...” He trailed off, distracted. He opened the file but didn’t look down, his gaze still stuck on you.

You sauntered back toward him. Your palms met the cool wood of the desk as you leaned over it and kissed him lightly. His shaky exhale fanned across your face – restraint evident in his posture. You were taunting him, and he knew it.

But the door was closed....damn it.

He still hadn’t looked down at the file, but a small smile dancing around his mouth. “You can’t be here. My new agent will be here in a few minutes, at the very most.”

“Who’s the agent?”

He shook his head and glanced down at the file. He did a double-take, and the only thing more comical than his head flying back up was the pink flush that rushed to his cheeks.

There was silence for a moment as you watched him process the information before him.

“You’re my new agent,” he said. It wasn’t a question.

You winked at him.

“Did you ask?”

You shook your head and sat, leaning back in the chair and getting comfortable.

“When did you find out?”

“Yesterday.”

He closed the file and set it back on his desk. His arms crossed as he reclined in his chair, an eyebrow raised at you.

You finally gave in, resting your elbows on his desk and your chin in your hands. “Are you upset?”

He laughed, and you were happy the door was closed. There was no way you could keep anything from the team if they’d heard that. “No, I’m not upset. We’ll just have to compartmentalize a little bit. It won’t be easy, and we’ll have to tell Strauss eventually.”

“Let’s just see how long it takes for the team to pick up on it, and we’ll go from there. What do you think?” Keeping a team of profilers in the dark was no easy task, but you were up to the challenge.

Aaron’s face drops into his normal operating expression – stoic and a little skeptical. You’d seen it before, and you supposed you’d grow even more accustomed to it soon enough. “That sounds perfectly reasonable, Agent. You can speak to facilities about getting a desk downstairs. Report to Agent Rossi next door – he will walk you through all of our procedures.”

You suppressed a smile and stood. “Thank you, sir. Will that be all?”

He returned to his report, but there was a smile threatening at the corner of his mouth. “Yes, Agent. That will be all. Thank you.”

This was going to be fun.

+++

Your first three cases went smoothly. You quickly endeared yourself to the team and had a natural knack for building geographical profiles with Reid. Hotch did his best to pay you very little mind in the field, only to knock on your hotel room door in the very small hours of the morning.

The humor in referring to him as “Hotch” and “Agent Hotchner” and “Sir” hadn’t worn off yet. You had to suppress a smile every single time. It was easier for him, as he was so accustomed to working with his natural stoicism. The hardest part for the both of you was avoiding anything that looked like familiarity. Casual brushes of his arm, catching his sleeve, his hand on your lower back as you got into the car – it all had to go.

You’re new. You’re new. You don’t know anyone. Keep it together.

It was a game, in some ways, and one you both enjoyed playing for different reasons.

“How are you liking it so far?” Emily asked, dropping down next to you on the jet.

Aaron was across from you at the table, and you’d been playing a quiet game of footsie for the better part of fifteen minutes. You pulled away first, tucking one foot under you as you turned to face Emily.

“So far so good,” you replied. “It’s a little bloodier than CARD, but dealing with adults is always easier than dealing with parents.”

She laughed lightly and clicked her tongue. “Well, once you get your first case with kids, we’ll revisit that one.” She lowered her voice, not that Hotch wouldn’t be able to hear her. “They’re always particularly hard on JJ and Hotch, you know.”

You nodded sagely. “I can imagine.”

Hotch raised his eyebrows, but said nothing.

She bumped your shoulder with hers and invited you to drinks with Derek and Penelope when all the paperwork was finished.

“Sure,” you said, beaming. “I’d love to.”

You looked back down at your tablet as she rose to find a better place to nap. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a minuscule grin on Aaron’s face and returned it with one of your own.

+++

“Oh c’mon everyone has a crush on someone in their section,” JJ exclaimed, looking to Penelope for confirmation. All of you, save for Aaron and Dave, piled into the car and went to the bar when you finished your case reports.

Garcia nodded. “Oh absolutely. Have you seen those TASK guys?”

“Hey, I’m right here.” Morgan pulled on one of her pigtails. She stuck her tongue out at him.

“No but seriously,” Emily said. “Anyone catching your eye?”

You shrugged noncommittally, sipping your drink. “Not really.”

JJ squinted at you. “You might want to rethink lying to a bunch of profilers.”

“I thought profiling each other was against the rules!”

Emily rolled her eyes. “Well yeah, but that’s mostly for the big stuff, and it’s more a suggestion than a rule.”

“I thought I saw you eyein’ our fearless leader last week,” Penelope said with a sly grin.

You rolled your eyes and took a sip of your drink, buying yourself some time. You knew exactly what she was talking about – a press conference, in which Hotch shut down a particularly combative reporter with a practiced finesse. You’d failed to hide your smile before Penelope caught you, on one of her rare outings on a case.

“Yeah! I watched you guys on that last case. He’s way nicer to you than he was to me when I first got here.” Emily sounded a little hurt and a lot indignant.

Derek bumped your shoulder with his and gestured to Emily. “That’s because she was insufferable when she first got here,” he stage-whispered.

Emily looked damn near close to throwing her drink at him when you finally relented.

“Okay, fine. I may or may not have noticed that Hotch is...attractive.” You tried your best to sound more evasive and far less sure than you were. You were certain Aaron was one of the finer men you’d ever laid your eyes on, but they didn’t need to know that.

“Aha!” JJ said with a laugh. “I knew it!”

“What?” You asked

“You’ve got a crush on Ho-“ She shut her mouth abruptly as her gaze shifted over your shoulder. Emily swiftly took a massive sip of her drink and set it down a little too roughly.

You all turned around, only to find Hotch standing behind you at the bar.

“Am I too late?”

“No!” Penelope said, a little too quickly. “Not at all. Here, take my seat.”

She vacated the seat beside you, and you shot her a look.

You were playing your part well, and so was Aaron. With a small smile, he sat beside you.

“Settling in okay?” He asked. The bartender placed a beer in front of him, and he winked at you when he took a drink.

“Ah,” you said. “Emily beat you to that question,” you checked your watch, “about an hour ago. I think I said something about it being a little bloodier than I imagined, and that my new boss is a real hardass.”

+++

When you stumbled through the door of his apartment, a bit flushed and a little tipsy, you couldn’t stop laughing. You toed off your shoes and collapsed into his chest, looping your arms around his neck.

“Emily was trying so hard to weasel something out of me! You should have seen her, Aaron it was hilarious.”

He pulled you close and pressed his cold nose into your neck. You jumped and gave his hair a swift tug.

He looked up and his eyes darkened. You knew that look.

My God, he’s handsome.

“What do you say we string them along a little longer?” He asked, his voice low and rough.

You gulped. “I think that’s a great idea.” It came out a little higher and a little breathier than you intended, but he tended to have that effect on you.

+++

You had just turned off the light when there was a knock on your hotel room door. With a sigh, you hauled yourself back out of bed and opened the door.

Aaron was on the other side, in his flannel pajama pants and one of his many black crew-neck t-shirts. He looked exhausted, but that was normal when you were on the road.

“Want any company?”

As if he had to ask.

You stepped back, letting him in and locking the door behind him. He had a hand on you almost the entire time, fingers glancing across your skin as you felt your way across the room in the dark.

When you both settled under the covers, he wrapped around you, pulling you flush against him with your back to his chest. Within minutes, you were already dozing, safe and warm in his embrace.

“Hey, Y/N?” It was almost a whisper.

You matched his volume, as to not break the sanctity of the darkness. “Yeah?”

“I love you.”

It wasn’t the first time he’d told you, not by a long shot. Nevertheless, it never lost its novelty. Maybe he said it a little differently or maybe you heard it a little differently each time he said it, but it always managed to set off a wave of affection that originated somewhere near your sternum.

You took his hand from where it rested against your abdomen and pressed a kiss to his palm. “I love you too.”

When your alarm woke you in the morning, he was gone. A note covered your phone where it rested on the nightstand. His blocky, even script danced in even lines across the paper.

Sweetheart,

I had to get back to my room before the others got up, but I didn’t want to wake you. I’ll see you at the precinct in a couple of hours.

I love you (even when you snore).

- AH

You scoffed. You’d get him back for that later.

I don’t snore, Aaron Hotchner.

+++

The laughter carried out of Aaron’s office and down the hall, where Dave was reading at his desk. He set his book down – the latest advance copy of a friend’s draft he’d offered to go over as a favor – and listened.

He thought he was mistaken, but he could swear he heard Aaron laughing, too.

And laughing he was. You were reaching forward with great ambition. Your one knee giving you leverage on the desk, one foot keeping your balance on one of the chairs, trying in vain to snatch the pen from his hand.

“Give it to me! You’ve been here for hours!”

Aaron’s left arm stretched high into the air as he reclined in his seat, the pen in question entirely out of your reach.

You changed tactics, bracing yourself against the desk as you leaned forward and snatched his tie. You pulled it, tugging him toward you. Your lips crashed together, and you wound the tie around your fingers to keep him close to you.

Kissing Aaron never got old. He relaxed into you, leaning forward. His hands were warm on your face, his thumbs sweeping across your cheekbones. You could feel the pen resting against your skin between his index and middle fingers.

You brought your hand to his wrist, your thumb at his pulse point. It was always reassuring to know he was here and alive. But there was, of course, an ulterior motive.

When you slid your fingers up the side of his hand, you took the pen from between his fingers. You threw it over your shoulder and he laughed into your mouth. You pulled back and kissed his nose. He looked at you, and you looked back for a moment, the outside world forgotten.

Meanwhile, Dave had left his office, peering through the not-so-closed blinds and listening through the open door.

“How long were you planning to keep us in the dark, kids?”

You jumped apart, skittering to your feet and turning around. At attention, you heard Aaron sigh and slowly rise to his feet.

“Dave, I –“

Rossi waved him off with a wide smile. “No need. As long as I get to be in on it, I’ll drag the rest along as long as you’d like.”

He crossed the office and took your face in his hands, kissing you on both cheeks. At your left, he whispered in your ear. “Thank you for taking care of his heart.”

+++

“Oh, you are so busted.”

Aaron froze where he stood, closing the door to your hotel room. He grit his teeth and took a breath. “JJ –“

She sauntered up to him with a smug smile. When she reached his shoulder, she shoved him playfully, her façade breaking immediately. She dropped her voice to a whisper. “I’m so happy for you.”

The corner of his mouth lifted in an almost-smile. “Thanks.”

Just then, you opened your door, holding his FBI windbreaker and fully expecting to sneak down the hall to his room. “Aaron, love, you forgot – fuck.”

JJ laughed. “For a pair of profilers, you two really suck at sneaking around.”

Your stomach dropped. “Do the others know?”

“I think Dave has picked up on a few things –“

Aaron shot you a look, but JJ was still looking at you.

“- and I think the rest of them are just hoping you’ll get your shit together.” She shrugged. “I’ll keep it under wraps – I’ve got money on another four months and I intend to rob Emily blind.”

You snorted, but Aaron grabbed your wrist – a warning.

Don’t tell her Dave knows, that touch said.

Just as Aaron predicted, she kept talking. “If you hold out for me, I’ll give you a third.” She raised her eyebrows and extended her hand to you.

“Deal,” you said.

She sighed, chuffed, and almost danced down the hallway. “See you later!”

+++

The ride home was quiet, with almost everyone asleep. Hotch was kicked back in one of the seats, his eyes closed, brow drawn, and arms crossed. You always tried to put yourself where you could see him, without getting too close.

Derek sat beside you, and you thought he was asleep, when –

“Are you gonna tell me what’s goin’ on between you and Hotch?”

You looked at him over your nose. “I don’t know what you’re referring to. You’re gonna have to be more specific.”

He removed his headphones entirely, keeping them around his neck. “Oh come on. You might be able to trick the rest of them, but not me.”

It was true. Derek was the one you had your eye on from the beginning, and Hotch had told you to remain especially vigilant around him.

When you didn’t say anything, Derek continued.

“I’ve seen the way he looks at you. You’re better at hiding it than he is.”

Your cheeks warmed, and a smile pulled at your lips. “Really?”

He nodded. “Hotch is a sucker when he’s in love. I saw it when I first met Haley, and I see it with you.

“I’ve got money on catching you guys next week, so let’s keep this on the low for now. I will, however, be very impressed if you manage to keep this under wraps much longer than that.” He shrugged. “If JJ wins, I’ll babysit Jack for a night so you guys can go out on a real date.”

You offered your hand, and he shook it once. “You’ve got yourself a deal, Morgan.”

He put his headphones back on, tipped his head back, and closed his eyes.

When you glanced up, Hotch’s eyes were watching, half-lidded. You knew he heard the whole thing. He gave you one of his smiles that wasn’t quite a smile and closed his eyes again.

+++

A few nights later, you all had plans to meet up at Dave’s for dinner. You and Aaron were there a little early and could take a few minutes to relax. You were curled up on the couch at Hotch’s side, his arms wrapped around you to pull you snug to his chest. Dave had a movie on – one of those loud action movies starring some famous bald guy with an iconic one-liner and a bad attitude.

You got so caught up in the movie you didn’t hear Spencer and Penelope arrive. By this point, you were halfway into Aaron’s lap, his cheek against your temple, and your fingers tracing patterns on the hand that rested on your hip.

“Oh. My. God.” Penelope stopped dead in her tracks, snatching Spencer’s sleeve.

At this point, it was just funny. You looked up at Aaron and laughed, tucking further into him. He kissed your forehead and looked up at them over your head.

“Where’d you have your money, Garcia?” He asked.

Penelope shrugged. “I’m out, I had three weeks ago, on the Nevada case.”

“I had a maximum of seven months, based on our last bought of big secret-keeping,” said Spencer. “So I’m out too. We’re going on eight months and five days, now. Emily’s up next, at the nine-to-nine-and-a-half month mark.”

They plopped down on the couch beside you, and you disentangled yourself from Aaron. Penelope glommed on to your arm. “What are we watching?”

+++

The end of the night found Dave, JJ, Derek, You, Aaron, and Penelope outlasting Emily, who graciously offered to drive Spencer home. You and Aaron were cleaning up in the kitchen, visible through the big window, while the rest of the team lounged by the firepit. You sprayed Aaron with water from the sink, and he swatted you with a towel. Very few dishes were actually washed.

They couldn’t hear your laughter, but they saw it written all over your faces.

“So,” Derek started. “Who knew?”

They all shared a look for a moment before bursting into laughter. They realized the game you played was better than the one they thought.

“Who’s the only one who doesn’t?”

JJ smirked into her wine glass. “Oh, that would be Emily.”

Derek offered the neck of his beer bottle, and JJ clinked her glass against it. “How’d you manage that?”

“Nuh-uh. Not a chance. I don’t kiss and tell.” She winked at him.

+++

“Oh, goddamn it, you guys! You couldn’t have done this last month?” Emily threw her hands in the air.

She’d just pulled the kitchen divider curtain on the jet home from an exceedingly long case. When you last checked, everyone was fast asleep. Even then, though, you’d grown more lax in the off-hours – Emily’s bet had long since lapsed, and everyone else (who mattered) knew.

You sat on the counter, with Hotch leaning between your legs. He was making a cup of coffee, seemingly uninhibited by the obstacle of your body. Your phone was in one hand, and the other was resting casually on Aaron’s shoulder, playing with the hair behind his ear.

Aaron stood up straight, his coffee in his hand. With his usual deadpan, he took a sip and said, “Sin to win weekend is coming up, if you’re worried about your account balance.”

There was a snort from behind her, and you belatedly realized her exclamation had woken the rest of the team. JJ was already collecting cash from Dave and Derek. She ruffled Spencer’s hair on her way past him. Derek dialed Penelope, and almost immediately had to take the phone away from his ear to avoid premature deafness.

JJ stood before Emily with one hand on her cocked hip and the other extended palm up, right under Emily’s nose.

Emily scoffed and pulled out her wallet. “You suck.”

+++

Three Months Later

There was a knock on your door, and you smiled to yourself as you signed another document. “Come in.”

The familiar figure sat at the chair across from you, kicking up his feet like he owned the place. You didn’t look up from your work.

“Get your feet off my desk, Hotchner.”

He huffed, but the dress shoes disappeared from the polished surface. They were soon replaced by a pair of elbows and a set of ten laced fingers.

It was nice to be back in CARD. A couple of people from the Critical Response Team had transferred out of the unit, leaving significant gaps in leadership. You were now the Special Agent In Charge for Northeast CARD operations and Deputy Unit Chief – duel positions that kept you mostly chained to your desk unless something went horribly awry.

There was no need for Aaron and you to sneak around anymore, but you missed it a little. A secret was a little exciting – something that was just yours.

But then again, that was the thing about love. It didn’t have to be exciting to make your chest feel too small for all the things you kept inside of it.

You finally looked up from your file, closing it and pushing it off to the side. Warm eyes met you across the desk.

“What can I help you with, Agent Hotchner?” Your tone was crisp and professional, but you reached for his hand, and he took it.

He rolled his eyes. “The team is going out tonight.”

“And?” You raised an eyebrow.

He stood without releasing your hand and rounded your desk, pulling you to your feet. “You’re coming with us.”

“I am?”

A tug and you were pulled flush against him. “Of course.”

“And after?”

“Jack’s with his grandparents for the weekend,” he said.

When you kissed him, you could feel his smile against your lips.

+++

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delwrites · 3 years

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Dating Tom Holland Headcannons

if you’d like me to expand on any concepts, drop me a request! I have loads of ideas oof

also, these are just my opinions and thoughts! so there will definitely be some ooc and we may disagree, but do feel free to tell me which points you disagree with! would love some feedback :)

right i’m sorry I’ve no clue why but I just see him as quite an emotional person? like him being so mature that he’s just fully intact with his feelings and doesn’t ever feel the need to hide them around you because he knows you wouldn’t judge him. like him having a lot of rough days but as soon as he sees you just instantly perking up a little bit

or literally just collapsing in your lap when you’re trying to watch something on the sofa and him just letting it all out for you to listen to as you hug his head to your chest and run your fingers through his hair

him being so scared he’s gonna lose you as you’re literally a goddess in his eyes so he always makes sure you’re happy

him always letting you choose whatever you guys watch (as most of the time he will concentrate more on you than the tv)

he would build you both a blanket fort with fairy lights and pillows and it would be the most comfy thing ever

if you choose to put on a scary film, expect him to be stuck to your side like glue, hiding his face in your neck/ chest in the scary scenes because he doesn’t care about being a mAnLy MaN

he would DEMAND that you carry him up to bed because he insists that if he leaves the cocoon of warmth that your providing, the monsters may get him

him being the bigGEST MAN-CHILD WITH YOU OH GOD

like you two literally just playing games and stuff

playing just dance and him being surprisingly good?

but then beating his behind at Mario kart

also side note but you and paddy would get along SO WELL and you’d spoil the life out of him and play games with him, and whenever you play Mario kart with him and Tom, you’d let paddy win, you’d be in 2nd place and Tom would be all the way back in 11th absjdjd

“well, at least I didn’t lose?”

and both playing animal crossing together and visiting each others islands and his is a mess whilst yours is all vibes and lovely

you and him having FIGHTS over monopoly BSIDHSHS that game RUINS friendships I swear

DON’T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON LEGO HSCGIYSEGCI

him buying you a promise ring AWWWEEE and then claiming it’s because he wants a part of him on your person at all times (so naturally, you never take it off)

him going shopping with you because he’s the biggest hype man and always going in the dressing rooms with you so you end up buying loads of outfits because he assures you that you look incredible in all of them

him carrying majority of your bags and holding open all of the doors for you (which would admittedly be a bit of a struggle with the amount of bags he ends up carrying for you VUGJYBEK)

the pap pictures this would provide!!!

also you going on dog walks with him and Tessa and him always insisting you take his coat if you ever forget yours

always visiting him on set whenever you can

whenever he has free days spending them not doing anything just cuddling into your side

him trying to teach you basketball but you always being clumsy and dropping the ball

if you ever trip best believe he wouLD NOT LAUGH ITS LIKE YOU’VE DIED

RDJ literally adopts you because we all have daddy issues and we all need that in our lives

then tom and his dynamic becoming so much more like Tony and Peters dynamic HDSBDYAB

tom asking rdj for permission before doing practically anything with you

“um, sir, could I borrow your daughter? for like, the rest of our lives?” FUHIFUEHIUFH

rdj being so protective of you oh lord

and you always going to him for advice because he’s a wise soul who can always help you, especially with relationship advice

tom getting low-key jealous pretty often, like although he has full trust in you, he (as previously mentioned) views you as a goddess who is just the definition of beauty and love and believes that you could have any man in the room (which you can queen go off) and constantly being nervous that something will happen

him being really good at not showing it though

death stares from across the room and then giving you the sweetest smile if you look (like seriously, too sweet, suspiciously sweet)

I feel like when you both get alone his demeanour just instantly changes and he goes really cold and distant all of a sudden, it’s almost as if he deflates, the drive home being so tense and him going directly to his room when you get home, but later on he gets sick of ignoring you and goes to you to talk about it properly and makes it up to you

your confidence sky-rocketing when getting with him because he gives the most obscure and yet heartfelt compliments at any chance he gets, so you know they've come from heart with how random they are

“yes darling work that top!”

“love, I don’t think I’ve ever told you this, but you ears are really pretty?”

right I know this is literally everywhere but lets be real here, he ADORES you in his hoodies. sharing clothes is so intimate to him, and each time he sees you walking about so casually in his clothes, he falls that little bit more in love with you (no matter how much he thinks that that isn’t possible)

you accidentally walking in on his lives and either saying the most chaotic or the most lovely things, and the chat absolutely living for it

“Love, are you busy? I was just thinking about taking Tessa on a walk, to that park she loves?”

or,,, “THOMAS STANLEY HOLLAND! IF I HAVE TO TELL YOU ONE MORE TIME TO TAKE YOUR DIRTY PLATES TO THE KITCHEN, I WILL SPONTANEOUSLY COMBUST! I AM NOT YOUR MOTHER, NOR YOUR CARER, SO DON’T TREAT ME AS SUCH!”

the chat blowing up being little shit stirrers like ‘oooohhhh she called him by his full name he’s in troubleeee’

Tom just pointing at his phone timidly being like “darling.. I’m live right now..”

“I DONT CARE! SORT YOURSELF OUT, YOU CAVEMAN”

him getting so embarrassed BDKDNDJD

also I’m sorry right but bathing together after a long and difficult week, or after not seeing each other due to contradicting schedules and what not, not in a sexy times way or anything but just being so intimate and comfortable around each other

and obviously this little pamper night would call for doing face masks together and painting each other’s nails

him finding it so fun to paint your nails (even though they end up really messy BDJDNDJD)

he is a magnificent chef and no one may tell me otherwise

having the arrangement of him always cooking dinner and you always washing up the dishes

but after he sees you dancing around the sink, ending up joining you (after watching you for a minute of two with heart eyes, of course)

even though he is an incredible cook, being such a bad baker. like, for one of your anniversaries, he tries to bake you a cake, but it ends up literally bubbling in the oven and spilling over the sides and never cooking all the way through and it just being a mess

you trying it out of pity and ending up getting ill, so he stays in with you to take care of you because even though both of you fail to admit it aloud, it was him who made you poorly

you decide to do all the baking at that point

every time you do decide to bake anything, always saving him the biggest and best piece

and don't even get me started on how well you’d get along with his family

like the first time he introduced you to them they were all so so so welcoming and loving and literally just took you in as their own (not as much as rob did though rdj is number one)

again, always playing with paddy

teaching paddy how to bake AWWW and always getting him the best presents

you, harry and sam literally just embarrassing tom with stories

you and harry deciding to prank tom together because tom pranked you once ages ago but after your reaction, decided never again, so of course you have to get him back

Tessa loving you so much, and tom always being able to tell when she misses you (mainly because he can relate)

having an argument that he didn't think was a big deal and where he thought you were overreacting but then hearing you call him Thomas and it setting in that it is a big deal to you and fixing it

again, please do send me an ask or pm me if you'd like me to expand on any of these! im just overflowing with ideas for this incredible man, so do ask :)

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Remember when: Chris Evans

Over 2k words... which a hell of a lot for me. i dont really know what i was doing with this one but i had fun writing it. angst? yeah kinda

It was never Chris' fault, he was so caring and full of love but that was just who he was. It was that you were in a relationship that felt forced and that was moving way too fast and way too public for both of your liking. It was tough on you where as before you would happily go places together, baseball games, go out for food get a drink, walk the dogs. But now? Everyone was watching over analyzing the headlines were ridiculous people conspiring about an inevitable break up because you both looked stressed.

"Hey" you sigh, putting the groceries down on kitchen island and kicking off your shoes. "Im home!" No answer. You take your time unpacking and putting everything away neatly in the fridge. You shut the door and look at the polaroid picture stuck on by a mickey mouse fridge magnet. A picture of you and Chris from when you were younger at disney in front of the epcot ball, vanilla ice cream allover your faces. You smile, you couldn't remember much from the trip because you were both only 8 but you did remember telling each other you were going to be best friends forever.

"Did you get stuff for waffles?" Chris questions, walking in only in his gray sweatpants.

"Yep, I got whipped cream, strawberries, blueberries and chocolate syrup" you tell him, putting the picture back up.

"God I love you" he mumbles, kissing your cheek and getting a bottle of water out the fridge.

"Do you remember this?" You question.

"I remember you crying on the tower of terror"

"No i didn't” you say defensively”

“Yes you did, you didn't stop crying for like half an hour!” he laughs

“At least i didn't piss my pants!" You fire back, laughing.

"Hey! I didn't piss my pants" he groans.

"Yes you did!"

"No it was a tiny bit" he stresses.

"So you pissed"

"Y/N stop" he laughs. "I'm still embarrassed" his cheeks pink.

"Shut up pissypants" you giggle

"Y/n!" he drags out, pouting.

"What are you gonna do tell your mum?" You question.

"I might" he shrugs, finishing his water.

"Oh please do" you laugh.

"Stop i was like 5"

"We were 8!"

"So! You know what" he points trying to hold back his laughter. "I didn't forget when we had that sleepover and you had that sex dream about Jackson and you woke me up sleep talking" your cheeks burn.

"Oh my god shut up" you cover your face.

"Oooo Jackson" he says in a high pitch voice.

"It wasn't a sex dream" you stress. "Fine. Remember when..." you trail off, you lock eyes, both widening knowing you're thinking of the same thing.

"Dont!"

"When you had sex with Jessica and you only lasted 20 seconds!"

"We both know that isn't the case anymore" he winks trying to play it cool but you can read him like a book and the pained expression on his face let you know that he was dying on the inside, thinking back.

"How old were you again?" You tease

"Baby, stop it" he begs.

"Okay, i'll stop" you stomach hurt from laughing so much. "I wonder if Jessica remembers?" You ponder walking over to give him a hug and to tease him even more.

"You're the worst" he mumbles against your hair letting out a little laugh.

"I heard she has kids now, so does Jackson," he says quietly. You press your lips together pulling away.

"I think i'm going to go take a shower before you make those waffles" you say quietly, the entire mood shifting. He just nods. That was the thing it was great, brilliant even, when you joked around and just hung out until actual relationship stuff came up, like the subject of kids. The plan was always for yours and Chris's kids to be best friends just like you two were because both of your moms were. The plan never was to have kids together, the plan was never to start dating in the first place.

"Can I join you?" Chris questions snapping you back to reality. You really had no clue if Chris felt the same about this whole thing.

"Another time?"

"I promise I'll last longer than 30 seconds" he smiles.

"Who said anything about that?" You question biting back a smile. You could never say no. He was just mind blowing in bed, on the couch, on and against the counter top, in the back seat of the car, the shower was no exception. In fact this entire thing started because you both decided, wine drunk, that you should sleep together. You were both fresh out of relationships, both sad and horny. And when people saw you leaving the guest room they assumed you were secretly together, so you both decided to give it a try. You were just 'testing the waters' and to start with it was perfect for everything you could want but now? You just wanted your best friend but if you did break up would there be a friendship?

“Are you being serious right now Chris?” you were so angry.

“What?” he questions confused. Is he being for real?

“In that interview you said you were hoping to have kids in the near future!”

“Whats the issue, we’ve been together for over a year y/n, we aren’t getting any younger!” he stresses. “I do want kids, and you want kids but what is your problem? Is it me?” he questions, he looked heart broken. “Why don’t you want a family with me?”

“I’m just not ready yet Chris, i don’t want to rush things” you lie… well was it a lie? You wanted to wait and see if this was even going to work out.

"I’ve known you all your life i know when you're lying! Do you know how embarrassing it is when there's pictures of your girlfriend ducking out the way so i don’t kiss you? Its fucking embarrassing y/n you need to figure out what you want from me because i’m starting to think we both have very different priorities!" Chris shouts, you reach for his arm as he tries to leave. "Just give me some space"

At night you lay on opposite ends of the bed despite both of you being cuddlers.

"Whats on your mind?" You question, watching him chew at his lip.

"Nothing just tired" he lies.

"I know when you're lying" you sit up.

"And i know when you’re lying" he snaps. "I’m sorry" he quickly apologizes before wiping his eyes. "I’m sorry that i don’t make you happy" his voice was unsteady.

"You do make me happy" you crawl across the bed and pull him into a tight embrace, his head resting on your shoulder.

"You can be honest with me" he mumbles, running his fingers through your hair. "I see you pull your hand away when i go to hold it, i see how you cringe when i call you baby" he sounded heart broken.

"Chris" you whisper, your own heart breaking because you knew exactly where this was going.

"No don’t lie, i know you hate that we cant go anywhere with out people taking pictures and over analyzing everything we do. I see how you dodge the subject of babies and i know you want one" he sighs. "But not with me and that’s okay... I’m sorry but i don’t think i can do this anymore. I love you y/n i really do but i’m not in love with you" he lifts his head up to look at you, his eyes already red and puffy

"I-I don’t want to lose you" Your eyes sting and he just sighs, you felt as though you couldn’t breath. Even though you knew this would be the outcome it didnt hurt any less.

"You wont" he assures.

"What? Are we just going to look back in 10 years and be like wow remember the time you ate my coochie for like an hour and we pretended to love each other" you try to lighten the mood despite the heavy flow of tears from the both of you.

"You really do have a way with words y/n, but exactly" he forces a smile, despite his cheeks being stained with fresh tears. "Or remember the time when i lasted way long than 30 seconds" you let out a shaky laugh.

"I cant believe you’re breaking up with me" you mumble.

"If you want, you can break up with me?" He questions

"Remember the time i dumped your ass?"

"I do i cried like a baby just like you did when we watched marley and me for the first time" he reminisces

"Hey" you nudge his shoulder playfully. "You cried at that movie too"

"I did" he frowns. "Its a sad movie"

"I know bub. But what do we do now?"

"I don’t know. Do you want to spend some time apart?" He asks and you shrug. Usually after a break up you would find your self at Chris's house for a week or to or vice versa.

"I- I just broke up with a really amazing guy and i really need my best friend right now" you start to cry all over again. "Because i don’t want to lose him"

"You’ll never lose me" Chris whispers, now holding you in his arms rubbing circles on your back. "I love you"

"Ouch too soon" you joke wiping your tears again.

"I love you, platonically" he corrects. "Now? Do you want to watch back to the future or lion king?" Both of them were yours and Chris’s go to films when growing up. "I’m going to go get us some snacks"

"Its 2 am" you remind him.

"So? It will be like old times" he smiles. "Only this time my dad wont come in and shout at us for talking too loud"

"Remember when we were playing on the playstation at like 4am and your dad came in and split us up so we would actually sleep"

"Yeah" he smiles, his eyes bright. "I had to sleep on the couch and you got my bed but you come and got on the other couch so you weren’t alone because you were scared of the dark"

"It wasn’t me who was scared of the dark it was you"

"Maybe was both of us... maybe it was me" he laughs.

"I cant wait to tell everyone i dumped captain america" you laugh.

Whilst it wasn’t what you wanted you both took a step back from each other you moved out and got an apartment the other end of town and hardly ever saw Chris because he was always filming but you still got to see dodger all of the time, watching him when his family couldn’t. Sometimes you’re relationship gets brought up in interviews and he just smiles and shrugs.

"People say marrying or even just dating your best friend is the best thing you could do, but when you've been best friends since you were born it doesn’t really work. Its like we dated because we owed it to our self and our families to see if we would work out. We didn’t. That’s okay and thankfully we are still friends. Maybe its not actually mutual and that i’m just harassing her and y/n is too nice to tell me to tell me to leave her alone. please hang out with me y/n lets go get food, come watch a movie" he jokes. "No" he shrugs. "We are still best friends"

You were sat in the passenger seat of Chris’s car as he speeds down the road, the radio blaring.

"If you don’t stop with this crazy driving you’re going to send me into labor a month early" you tell him.

"That’s the plan i cant wait to meet my niece" he smiles stopping at a red light, he reaches over and rests his hand on your large bump. You groan as she starts to kick, it was something about Chris's voice she loved.

"She better not replace me" you joke.

"I guess you can come to our movie nights" he smiles. You were currently on your way to a restaurant out of town, you were craving the food and your fiance Matthew was at work so Chris offered to take you. Your laughter dies down and you just listen to the radio. Moral of the story playing, you could help but laugh to you self quietly looking over at Chris who was in deep thought. Was he thinking the same thing as you? Or did this some almost perfectly describe those 18 months you were together?

(btw my requests are open so feel free to send anything in)

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