#now i'm gonna start working on the requests to the best of my ability

[cloudybarnes]

bad idea right?

Pairing: theodore nott x reader

Summary: after theo breaks up with you, he pledges to make things right and do anything necessary to win you back. however, you are determined to make him work if he wants to win you over again aka part two to new beginnings

Word Count: 2.3k

Masterlist

a/n: LONG AWAITED PART TWO WOOHOOOO also this could be read as a solo instead of a part two if you really wanted, but here's part one in case you wanna read that as well ;)

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“Please don’t tell me you got back together with him!” Ginny groaned. She sat on the edge of your bed as Hermione braided your hair for the night. 

“No, I didn’t get back with him. I told him if he really wanted to prove it to me, then he could.” 

“So you’re thinking of getting back with him.” She said disapprovingly. Hermione chuckled from her seat in the bed behind you. She was working on doing dutch braids in your hair. 

“I think it’s fine, Gin,” Hermione said. “It’s not as if she’s going to jump back in bed with him.”

You waggled your eyebrows teasingly to Ginny. She gasped and swatted your shoulder. “That’s so not funny, (Y/N/N). Just because you think he’s sexy doesn’t mean you should get back with him.”

Theodore broke up with you very unexpectedly. He barely even had a reason for breaking up with you, which left you heartbroken and devastated. You were in bed for a few days, had a good cry, and then you were back. 

Theo had tried to mend the broken bond between your relationship, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to take him back that easily. Your ego was high, and you knew you would be kicking yourself if something like that happened again right when you took him back. 

“Don’t worry, Ginny. If he really wants me back, he’s gonna have to work for it. He knows that.”

“Alright,” Hermione said as she tied off the end of your hair. “All finished. Your hair’s gonna look so good tomorrow.”

“Theo better be drooling when you see him,” Ginny said, “if not, I’ll give him a different reason to drool.” She made a motion of punching her fists together, insinuating she would punch him in the mouth. 

You chuckled. “Hopefully there won’t be any blood drawn. I don’t think he’d really wanna go through all the trouble if it just got him a busted lip.”

“Oh no,” Ginny grinned, “it would be more than just a busted lip. I’ve got five brothers, I’m known to throw a mean punch or two.”

“Lights out girls!” The prefect yelled as she knocked on your bedroom door. 

Ginny rolled her eyes. “Alright, I’ll see you guys at breakfast. But for real, if Theo tries anything you know I’m right there for you.” 

You smiled, grateful to have a friend as awesome as her. “Yeah, Gin, I know. Thank you.” 

She smiled, “night guys.”

You two said your good nights as Hermione moved from your bed to her own. 

“What do you think he’ll do tomorrow?” You asked Hermione as she shut off the lights. You pulled the covers close to your body, waiting for her response. 

“I’m not sure,” she replied, getting comfy in her own bed. “Hopefully something sweet. He’s got a lot of making up to do if he wants to get back on our good side.”

You smiled softly, “yeah, you’re right. Night, ‘Mione.”

“Goodnight.”

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The next morning at breakfast, the owl dropped a letter in front of you.

“What’s that?” Ron asked, his mouth filled with food. 

Ginny slapped him on the shoulder. “Don’t talk with your mouth full. Honestly, you act like you were raised in a barn.”

“We were raised in the same house, you know.” He pointed. 

“What a shame that was,” she replied. 

You chuckled at their banter, and ripped open the seal on the letter. 

“What’s it say?” Hermione asked. 

You scanned over the words before you read them aloud. “It says,

(Y/N), 

I hope you know how much you mean to me. I was a fool to break things off with you. I only hope one day you’ll find it in your heart to forgive me. 

Forever yours,

Theo”.

“Forever yours?” Ginny squealed. “That is so romantic.” 

Hermione raised her brow quizzically. “Weren’t you the one telling her not to get back with him?”

Ginny rolled her eyes. “I can have mixed feelings about this. He breaks her heart but then he writes her a love letter. It’s got me confused, okay?” 

You chuckled. “I think it’s cute. It’s not gonna win me back, but it was an alright effort.”

“Oooh, what a burn,” Harry chuckled. “Poor bloke must’ve forgot how stubborn you are.”

You shook your head with a smile, “nah, he didn’t forget. If I know anything about Theo, he’s just getting started.”

“So, (Y/N/N),” Ron said, “do you want to get back with him or what’s going on with this?”

You shrugged. “I mean, obviously I still love him. It just sucks what he did and I don’t think he should be able to get off the hook that easily. He shouldn’t be forgiven for breaking my heart just because he writes a little letter.”

“I love you for that,” Ginny said as she nodded her head. 

“Hey, (Y/N/N).”

Looking behind you, you could see Enzo give a sheepish smile and a small wave. 

You grinned, “Hey Enzo, how are you? Sorry about yesterday, by the way, Theo’s a little crazy sometimes.”

He chuckled and awkwardly rubbed his hand through his hair. “Yeah, I’ve noticed. But, yeah, no, Theo and I are all good. He apologized last night and told me all about his plans to woo you.”

You chuckled with a roll of your eyes. “Go figure.” 

“Yeah,” he smiled, “anyway, I just wanted to come by and resume how we were before, you know, the whole break up thing, and drop off this book I think you’ll like.” 

Enzo pulls out a book from his satchel and hands it to you. 

“Coraline?” You asked as you flip it around and skim over the synopsis. 

“Yeah, it’s kind of spooky and psychological which I think you’ll really enjoy.”

You grinned up at him, “that’s perfect. Thank you, Enzo.” 

He sent a tight lipped smile, and nodded before turning away and walking back to the slytherin table. 

“I like Enzo,” Ginny said with a dreamy look on her face. 

You rolled your eyes with a smile. “Go get him then. He’s a sweetie.” 

“You guys and those Slytherin boys,” Ron shakes his head with a scoff. “Not even that cute, I’ll tell ya.”

“Oh, what?” Ginny asked sassily, “like you’re cute?”

“I think Ron’s cute,” Hermione winked at her boyfriend. 

“Ugh, barf,” Ginny said. 

The bell rang. You all stood to gather your things for first class. 

“We’ll see you guys later,” you smiled as Hermione and you walked out to your shared first class. 

“That was a pretty cute letter,” Hermione said as the two of you started walking down the hall. 

“Yeah, I think it was sweet, but like I said, he can’t win me back that eas-“

“Excuse me?” Someone tapped your shoulder. 

Stopping, you and Hermione turned to see a younger Slytherin boy, presumably a first year, standing before you. 

“Uh, yes?” You asked confused, “do you need help with something?”

“Um, Theodore says I have to carry your satchel and books for you.” The first year stood awkwardly. 

“Oh, uh, that’s okay, you really don’t have to.” You blushed, a little embarrassed that Theo would make a first year cater to you. 

“I have to.” He said adamantly. “Theodore said he’ll set me up with this hot girl I like if I carry your books for you.” 

Hermione snickered from next to you. You turned back to her, a bewildered smile on your face as you tried not to laugh.  

“Well,” you said as you handed the young boy your satchel. “I can’t be the one to stop your true love, now can I?”

The boy grinned as he held on to your satchel as well as his. 

“Theodore is crazy,” Hermione remarks as you continue walking to your next class. The boy followed behind the two of you all the way to your first period. 

As soon as your classroom came into view, you could see Theodore standing there with a bouquet of flowers in hand. He grinned a devilish thing as he saw you approach. 

“I’ll meet you in there,” Hermione said with a knowing smirk. 

You walked up to Theo. He was beautiful as ever, but even he knew that wouldn’t get him anywhere. 

“Hi (Y/N).” He smiled at you then turned to the kid. “I’ll take it from here. I’ll have my guys put in a good word with Maizy for you.”

The kid nodded his head and smiled as he ran off. 

Theo threw your satchel over his shoulder and held out the beautiful assortment of flowers towards you. “For you, to say I’m sorry for being a douchebag and an idiot and a stupid motherfucker. All in the words of Draco by the way. Never knew how much he liked us together.” 

You chuckled and grabbed the flowers out of Theo’s hand. “Thank you.”

He smiled and shoved his hands in his pockets. “So, have you thought about what I said yesterday?” 

You sighed. “Of course I’ve thought about it Theo. Just like I’ve thought about how much you broke my heart when you dumped me.”

“Okay, I deserved that.” 

You chuckled. “Yeah. Thank you for the flowers, Theo. And… I still care about you, I just need time to figure this all out. I can’t just forgive you that fast when you broke my heart, just  last week!”

Theo sighed, “I know. I know! Fuck! I know I fucked up, baby, but I am going to do everything I can to win you back. I’ll wait for you. I’ll wait as long as it takes, baby, I swear it to do. The boys are down my back yelling at me for how hard I screwed everything up. They think I’m stupid, and I think I’m stupid too for letting you go. I promise you, I will do everything it takes for you to trust me again, mi amore.”

Your eyes softened. Theo knew exactly how to make your heart soar. 

“Theo…” 

“No, baby,” he shook his head. “You take your time. I’m gonna be here whenever you decide if you want to forgive me or not. Hopefully you decide you do want to forgive me.” He chuckled awkwardly. 

You matched his awkward laugh. “Well, thanks again for the flowers. They’re very pretty.” 

Theo smiled and nodded before turning around and walking away. 

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Later that night, you sat in the library studying for your Herbology final. Ginny and Hermione offered to help you study, but you knew you’d be here too late to want to burden them. 

As you flipped through the pages of your herbology book, you tried your best to take down any notes that you thought would be important. 

Your stomach growled. 

“Knew that was inevitable.” 

When you looked up from your textbook, you could see Theo sheepishly smiling as he held two trays from the cafeteria. 

“What was?” You asked with a smile. You cleared some papers to make space for Theo to sit down. 

He grinned and placed the trays on the table as he took his seat next to you. 

“Knew you would forget to eat while you studied for this exam.” 

You chuckled and peered over to see what Theo brought you to eat. Ham, potatoes, and stuffing from the dining hall. 

“Thank you, Theo. That’s really sweet of you.” 

He slid a tray closer to you, and you eagerly picked up the provided fork and dug in. 

Theo chuckled as you scarfed down your food. “Pretty hungry?”

You nodded as you finished chewing. Theo smiled to himself and started to take a few bites of his potatoes. 

“You’re being awfully sweet to me, Theo.” 

“Haven't I always been sweet to you, darling?”

“Well, yes. But that was before.”

Theo sighed. “I know I screwed up royally. I’m trying to make up for my mistakes. I’m still the same boy I was just a few months ago. I had a lapse in judgment and that cost me the best thing in my life.”

You frowned. “Theo…”

“Don’t you miss me, (Y/N/N)?” Theo shifted to face you straight on. He nervously leaned forward on the table, staring into your eyes, waiting for your response. 

“…of course I miss you, Theo. How could I not? You’re everything to me, and I’m just so scared of something like that happening again.”

“(Y/N),” Theo started. He tentatively grabbed your hands in his. “I promise you, with everything in me, if you decide to take me back I will never hurt you or disappoint you ever again. You have my word mi amore.” 

You were conflicted. You miss Theo like crazy. You couldn’t help it. No matter what you said to your friends about him having to work hard for you, it tore you apart every time you saw him knowing you still weren’t together. You missed being his. 

“Okay,” you said. 

“Okay?” Theo’s face lit up. “You-you’re giving me another chance?”

“Yeah,” you softly smiled, “I miss my boy.”

Theo grinned and yanked you toward him, engulfing you in a hug—one you’ve been waiting days for. You missed him. You missed being held by him. 

You held around his neck tightly, scared to let go. You never realize how much you craved his touch when it was gone.  

Theo buried his face in your hair, breathing in your scent. “God, I’ve missed you.” 

You smiled and pulled back. Theo smiled back at you. Slowly, you leaned in and pressed your lips against his in a warm, longing kiss. Your hands rested on his cheeks, his on your waist as you kissed with all the love stored up between you. 

When he pulled away, Theo stayed close with his forehead rested against yours. “I promise you baby, I’m here for good.” 

“You better be.” 

#I DID IT WOOHOO #now i'm gonna start working on the requests to the best of my ability #hope this lived up to the wait and thanks for putting up with me #its been a hell of a few weeks to say the least #i'm just glad things are getting back to normal and I can have some time to write again #theodore nott x you #theo nott x reader #theodore nott x reader #theodore nott #theo nott #theodore nott x y/n #harry potter #draco mafloy #draco malfoy x reader #theordore nott oneshot #theodore nott imagine #theodore nott one shot #george weasley #ron weasley #fred weasly x reader #ron weasly x reader #fred weasley #mattheo riddle #lorenzo berkshire

[pulisicsgirl]

this is me trying - mason mount

summary: Mason is having trouble putting his frustrations into words, but Y/N is there to help him work it out

pairing: Mason Mount x reader

word count: 2.1k

warnings/tags: hurt/comfort, a good bit of angst and some mentions of self-doubt, but then a little fluff at the end, established relationship

requested: no

notes: surprise!! i felt inspired to write this after the last couple of rough games, so i put this together pretty quickly tonight. i'm still working on part two of the request, but i wanted to get this one out there! also i don't usually do this, but this fic draws some inspiration from 'this is me trying' by taylor swift (hence the title), so feel free to listen to that while you read! this is something i'm thinking about doing more often, so let me know what you think!

It was another disappointing draw for Chelsea FC: a goalless draw at home to Liverpool.

To put it bluntly, the squad that Chelsea put on the field looked… uninspired. They lacked any sort of consistency or passion.

And of course, you were disappointed and frustrated to see Mason remain on the bench for the full 90 minutes.

After the game, you found yourself wandering down toward the field end of the tunnel, searching for him without going too far out into the stadium. You hadn’t seen him emerge as you waited with the rest of the families in the lounge and decided to take matters into your own hands.

As you peeked out from the tunnel, you spotted him over by the players’ bench, fiddling with the laces on his shoes. Most everyone had cleared out of the stadium by now, the seats empty and an ominous silence falling over the area that usually held such a high energy.

Mason stood up fully, noticing you as you took a couple of slow, cautious steps out of the tunnel toward him. Your arms were tucked behind your back innocently, swaying slowly back and forth, and if he wasn’t feeling the way that he was currently, he would’ve melted at the sight.

He approached you, greeting you at barely more than a whisper before he pulled you into a brief hug. The smell of sweat and grass that typically filled your nose when he hugged you after a match was notably missing. After all, he hadn’t been able to do anything to work up a sweat.

When he pulled back from the hug, he kept his arms loosely around your shoulders. “You go on and head home and I’ll meet you there in a bit, yeah?” he muttered quietly. “I’m gonna run a few sprints here before I head out, just stretch my legs a bit.” He forced a small smile, but he didn’t pretend to think that you believed it. He knew that you saw straight through his façade—you knew him far too well for that.

You just nodded at him with a short, “okay,” and released his waist from where your arms had been holding him close. He pressed a short kiss on your forehead before he turned and jogged away toward the goal line.

You began to walk back toward the tunnel, but before you left, you turned, watching Mason for a few moments.

He alternated between sprinting and jogging back and forth, up and down the field. His head hung low, and you could see the despair and sadness written all over it. Mason was always a team player, but in the private moments, he couldn’t help it when the lack of playing time and the way that his managers no longer seemed to trust in his abilities started to chip away at his morale. And you knew that, even if he didn’t express that to you.

Deciding to give him some time alone to reflect, you turned to leave, a heavy weight of sadness for Mason weighing on your heart.

About an hour later, you found yourself tidying up around the house, anxiously awaiting Mason’s arrival. He had texted you not long ago to let you know that he was on his way.

You were determined to talk things through with him tonight. You had done your best to allow him to have the space that he wanted, but you knew that the more he kept these things to himself, the worse he was getting.

The two of you learned very early in your relationship that you were both the kind of person to try to deal with things on your own. If something would happen or you had something on your mind, you would bottle it up and just try to power through it. This caused a lot of issues in the early months of your relationship, and the two of you decided together that you needed to do better.

So now, you both held each other accountable. As you learned and grew together, you gave one another space when it was warranted and confronted the other when it was necessary. This time seemed to have grown into one of the latter.

You heard the brief jingle of Mason’s keys as he pulled them out of the lock in the front door, shutting it behind him. Mason’s bag could be heard plopping onto the floor as he seemingly dropped it at his feet.

You wandered toward the front door, eventually finding him in the living room. He was sitting on the couch, elbows resting on his knees with his head in his hands. His hair was slightly damp—clearly he had taken a shower at the stadium following his sprints.

You approached him slowly and stood in front of him, placing a hand gently on his shoulder. He didn’t jump at the sudden contact, telling you that he had known you were there.

You trailed your fingers from his shoulder, up his neck, and under his chin, titling his head so that he was looking at you.

“Hey, baby,” you whispered. He didn’t respond, dropping his elbows from his legs. You took this as an invitation and sat down with your legs on either side of his. He leaned back into the cushions of the couch.

Neither of you spoke a word for several long moments. You rested a hand on his jaw, stroking his cheekbone slowly with your thumb as he leaned into the soft touch. Your other hand rested on the junction between his neck and shoulder.

You took a moment to admire his features: the soft creases by his eyes that grew more intense when he would smile, the gentle curves of his nose, the stubble along his jaw that tickled your hand, the scattered freckles that adorned his cheeks and nose. You looked over his face, adoring each part of it.

However, Mason seemed unable to look anywhere close to your face, his eyes cast downward and staring at your lap. He rested his hands on your hips, but his fingers don’t find their way under your shirt to rub small circles into your skin the way they usually do. The light that usually fills his eyes is absent, replaced by a dull and far-off look.

He knows what’s coming. He knows you need him to talk to you about what’s going on in his head. But he can’t figure out how to put into words the sorrow that seems to sit on his chest like a weight, causing him to feel a constant pressure against his ribcage as his heart physically aches.

He’s pulled from his wandering thoughts by your lips pressed softly to his nose, a gentle kiss meant to communicate all possible forms of reassurance to him.

At this, he finally raises his eyes up to your face, not finding the pitying look that he had been dreading. Instead, he saw pure love in your eyes and a desire to help him in any way that you could.

“Talk to me, baby.” Your thumb continued to stroke his cheekbone, hoping to soothe some of the turmoil you could see behind his eyes.

He pressed his lips together tightly, still trying to muster up the courage and the right words to voice his thoughts.

“I just…” he hesitated. “I don’t even know what to say.”

Your lips turned down in a frown, thinking for a moment. “Okay… talk to me about what you’re feeling right now. Are you sad? Angry?” You tried to help him put words to the things he was feeling. “Anxious?”

“Anxious, yeah,” he nodded slightly. “And sad, I think.”

You smiled slightly as you began to feel that you were making progress. Your moved your arms further up his shoulders, threading your fingers through the hair on the back of his head as you scratched his scalp gently. “Alright, tell me what’s making you feel anxious.”

Mason’s eyes slipped closed for a moment, and he subconsciously tilted his chin up, leaning back into your touch. You gladly let him have that moment of peace, soothed by your gentle voice and soft touch.

“Just… a lot of changes at the club right now. Still trying to adjust to new players. New gaffer now.” He spoke in short, choppy statements, blinking his eyes open as he was unpleasantly drawn back to reality by his own words. “Things are still up in the air with my contract. The fans are saying all kinds of stuff. I had to drop out of international duty. I’m trying to come back from an injury, and I haven’t played a minute in weeks.” His voice grew a little louder with each word, and you placed both of your hands on his cheeks to try to calm him down without shushing him. He noticed the gesture, realizing that he was starting to work himself up, and paused to take a breath.

“I feel like they don’t trust me anymore.” His eyes were misty when he said this, and you felt your heart crack into pieces.

“Who doesn’t trust you? The coaches? The fans?”

“Kind of both, I guess. But mainly the coaches.” He casted his eyes downward again, too ashamed to look at you in what he felt was a moment of weakness.

You lifted his head up once more, leaning your forehead against his so that he was forced to look you in the eye.

“You listen, and you listen good, Mason,” you started, pulling a slight chuckle from him at your actions. “Don’t you ever go doubting your abilities as a football player. You are the most naturally gifted and creative player I think I have ever seen, and your accomplishments speak to that. The managers who have gotten the privilege to work with you love you, and if anyone can’t see that, they’re insane. Sure, this season has been rough, but you are one of eleven men on that pitch at any given moment, with several more sitting on the bench who all make some sort of contribution to the successes or failures of this team. This responsibility does not lie solely on your shoulders.”

Mason nodded at you, and you could see him trying to swallow back tears. The simultaneous pain and relief of confronting his dark thoughts was overwhelming.

“I know this last month has been hard for you, between injury and big changes at the club, but you’ve handled it so well. You may not believe me when I say it, but you’ve been so strong through all of the unexpected obstacles that have been thrown at you. And I am so proud of you for that.”

At these words, a tear finally spilled from his eye, rolling down his face. You wiped it away with your thumb, pressing a kiss to both of his cheeks.

“Things will work out with your contract, baby. I know you want to find a way to stay, but they always say that sometimes one door has to close so that others can open. Who knows what kind of success and growth you’ll find at a new club, or if you get to stay here, you can find it here, too. Wherever you go, you’re going to be incredible, okay?”

He nods wordlessly, eyes still shining with tears.

“Take a deep breath.” The two of you take one together, breathing out slowly as you gaze into his eyes. “Try to focus on the good things. Your family is all in good health. You got to see your nieces over the weekend.”  A small smile breaks out on his face at that. “You’re spending your career doing the thing that you love most. And you’re not slowing down anytime soo—”

“And I have you,” he cut you off, barely more than a whisper. You were caught off-guard by his words, taking a moment to look over his face and calm your heart that had begun racing.

“And you have me,” you smiled back at him, resuming the way you had been scratching over his scalp a few minutes ago. “And I’m not going anywhere.”

Mason wrapped his arms fully around your torso, pulling you into a tight hug as he buried his face in your neck. You felt the warm tears dropping onto your skin and kissed the side of his head, continuing to scratch his neck and shoulders as you held him in your arms.

“Can we just stay here for a while?” His voice was muffled by your shoulder, but you were still able to understand him,

“Of course, sweetheart. As long as you need.”

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[iluv2koo]

The New Manager

Resume: Kita is desperate for a new manager, he would do anything to find one fem!Reader x Shinsuke Kita

Warnings: oral, blow job, cum on face (? And I think that's all

Note: all char are above +18

Alt note: english is not my first language sorry if there's any mistake

The time passed away, the competition was almost right on the corner and the desperation in Kita grow more every time seeing that no one wanted to become manager of inarizaki

It was almost time to go home and Kita didn't have any success, he was starting to feel a little depressed, how are he suppose to shows at his team and say that he didn't found a manager? the feeling inside his body was tormenting him, the time is out and after seeing everyone getting out of their class he laid his eyes on a girl who approached at him with a curious face

"Are you interested in joining the volleyball team? We're looking for a new manager" He tried to speak as animated as possible, he was really very desperate

"Im sorry.. I-" she spoke quickly and little bit sad but she couldn't finish her full sentence when Kita interrupted her

"Wait! We really need a manager.. Please?" He looked in her eyes deeply trying to convince her.. Maybe his words won't show how he was that desperate but he was in his limit, all he wanted was a manager that's all

"I'm sorry but I don't know anything about volleyball" she was feeling sorry about the boy, he really looked like he was trying his best

"That doesn't matter, you can join anyway" Kita gets more closer to her and took his hands "please.. I'll do anything if you join"

Those words hit her like a bucket full of cold water, a strange feeling ran through her entire body

"Anything?" She wanted to prove the truth in his words, you can't just promise that out of nowhere right?

"Yes, anything" He looked very serious and determined, it was now or never

she thought for a few seconds "What do I want?" She asked herself

As far as Kita is concerned, in any other situation he would have refused such a request... but right now? He had no choice, it's not that he wouldn't find the girl attractive but he wouldn't even have that thought in his head

but now he doesn't even have the ability to think about that moment... Just her on her knees while she sucks Kita dick like if it was the most sweet candy in the world while he tried to be as quiet as possible, letting out little sighs and complaints

She looked up to see the beautiful sight of Kita with his eyes closed and his face completely blushing that contrasted his face perfectly, he looked so pretty holding on as long as he could to not cum so quickly

She masturbated him while giving his tip witty licks

"Ah.. I'm gonna-" a moan interrupted his sentence

"What? What's wrong Kita?" She asked in a teasing tone, she was more than satisfied with this scene

"Cum.. " He could barely form words which made the girl more excited

"Cum on my face Kita" She put Kita's cock in her mouth again while slapping it on her tongue

Kita let out a moan worthy of a slut and came on the girl's face jets of semen shot towards the girl's face, falling from her mouth to her chin and some drops falling down her chest

She stood up satisfied with the work she had done, she looked at Kita with a smile as she saw how he could barely catch his breath

"So... You're gonna.. join the volleyball Club no?" He was still elated and could barely speak

She smiled again "see you there I guess" She came out looking like a winner, leaving Kita behind in that lonely janitor's closet

Kita sighed in defeat, he will definitely never talk about this again.

©iluv2koo this is a original work | it's the first time I write, I hope you guys enjoy it! and remember I am not a expert so be nice please 😭

#haikyuu #haikyu smut #haikyu x reader #kita shinsuke #shinsuke kita x reader #kita smut #kita x reader #shinsuke kita #inarizaki

[ghostytoad]

hey!! if you’re taking requests, i’d like to request the rottmnt boys falling for a fem! reader who’s basically like your stereotypical raph. she loves fighting, loves working out, loud asf, short-tempered, blunt, sarcastic, cursed with resting bitch face, all that jazz. but, once you get to know her, she’s actually really funny and sweet. NEVER afraid to speak her mind, so she may come across as rude or sassy at times, but she never really means to be. DEFINITELY has mild adhd and is on the autism spectrum. 🫶

Hfhdks yippe, my v first request!! tbh the boys can use a little extra chaos in their life so this was really fun to write abt. hopefully it's decent, i'm still v new to writing this kinda stuff!!

* Kiss with a Fist *

ROTTMNT Boys x Fem! Raph-esque reader who is secretly a sweet softie

Summary: The Hamato brothers unexpectedly fall for an intimidating, snappy, but secretly sincere human.

Headcanons for: Raph, Donnie, Leo, & Mikey

Fem! Reader; Romantic; Fluff; Mild violence || Words: 4k

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Raph:

to be honest, raph was initially intimidated and wary of y/n when they first met

like sure, he's used to his brothers being a bit too curt and impulsive and april can come off as sassy and overbearing but none of that compares to the levels y/n is on

something about how forward she can be really puts the poor turtle on edge

until he starts getting to know her a little better, finding out more about her hobbies and all

after a period of initial surprise, he starts getting used to y/n's presence in the lair

she fits in almost naturally in their family dynamic; she's basically one of them now and he loves having someone around who shares his interests

plus he could always use a workout buddy; not that his brothers aren't good spotters but he could always use a break from their antics

will take y/n to every wrestling event & spend the entire time gushing about his newest wrestling idol and when they're not out and about beating up bad guys or playing video games, he will allow y/n to sit in and spot him while he powers through his rigorous workouts

he enjoys being able to swap workout tips and tricks with y/n; treats every little bit of advice she gives as divine wisdom & he will take it all to heart

he likes to brag to his brothers about how strong y/n is, especially considering that she can keep up with his mutant abilities; everything she does impresses him to no end

opened a jar of pickles without help? amazing

landed on her feet after a pretty high tumbling jump? absolutely incredible

being able to handle his occasional hugs? literally the best thing in the world to him

having y/n around motivates raph to train harder and push himself past his limits

unfortunately, this has led to a few injuries-

"uh oh. y/n ain't gonna be happy to hear about this..."

cue the scolding, the lectures, and the bedrest. y/n's orders. but raph secretly enjoys being doted on by y/n so he won't say no

it didn't take raph too long to realize his feelings for y/n

he'd been picking up on little hints here and there, but he'd talk himself out of that silly train of thought every single time

like when he'd catch her watching him train and could feel that rush of heat burn at his cheeks

'i've just been training too hard and it's way too hot in here'

and when he couldn't get y/n off his mind when she wasn't around?

'i'm just worried about her is all. who knows what kinda trouble her loud mouth might get her in-'

but it was when y/n was comforting raph after a bust mission one particular night that really did him in and confirmed his feelings

It's bad enough when the brothers fail in their latest mission, but to get their butts handed to them by Hypno of all villains? Eesh, talk about major humiliation stink. The loss had them all silently slinking back into their lair, hoping to sleep off the defeat at the hands of their unimpressive foe. Raph was just about to make his way into his room to mop when he spotted Y/N waiting up for them in the lair's living room. It was upon seeing her sitting there with an unreadable, stern expression that a realization hit him. They had plans later.

"Hey, sorry, YN. No Brunch 'n Punch tonight. Raph's a lil' tired..." his low and gruff voice did little to hide the timid air in his tone. "I-I'll make it up to ya though! Promise!"

Despite his stuttered attempt to console Y/N and her anticipated disappointment, his tired expression and wilted posture gave away just how exhausted and downtrodden the towering mutant was. It was more than enough to tell Y/N a few things:

Raph had another rough day.

Raph once again pushed himself and got hurt.

And Raph needed someone to help carry that weight.

Before he could continue his defeated shuffle past Y/N, he felt a sudden tug on the lip of his rugged shell. Not even a second after, he felt his torso being enveloped by the subtle warmth of what could only be a person. Was Y/N hugging him...? Looking down from his stunned silence, he found Y/N with her arms wrapped tightly around his waist, face hidden by the jutting ridges of his plastron. Unable to find the words to break the tense silence surrounding them, Raph simply lets out a low chuckle as his hand gently caresses the back of Y/N's head.

"If this is about me bailing on our plans, Raph gets it. You probably hate m-"

"What am I gonna do with you, Raph...? What am I going to do if you won't take care of yourself..." Y/N's voice was unusually small.

"Say what?" The mutant didn't know what to make of the wavering tone in Y/N's voice. Was she mad? Was she worried? It was unlike Y/N to be this... vulnerable.

After a few more moments of silence, Raphael broke out of his confusion with a realization. Y/N was still holding him. The exhaustion and shame began lifting its shrouding curse off of him as his body eased into the comforting embrace. So warm. So gentle. So caring. Everything about Y/N was perfect, even the parts of her personality that she chose to share only with him. It was then that another, more pressing realization came to his mind.

Damn, does this boy got it bad. He's in love.

Donnie

he's entirely put off by y/n's whole demeanor and keeps his distance at first; like raph on his own can be a headache to deal with, but now there's two of them??

he won't outright avoid her, he just prefers quieter company

he can't exactly say they share many similar interests, but y/n's newfound spot as a member of his little family gives him incentive to at least try finding some common ground to bond over

so when it comes to the more physical and brawn-heavy aspect of his work, he can truly appreciate y/n's constant presence

god knows he can't trust his brothers to be careful or attentive enough to help him in the lab and april isn't always around to enthusiastically offer her assisstance when needed... but y/n just happens to be the perfect solution to his otherwise frustrating problem

dare he say it: "she's reliable and more importantly always happy to lend a hand"

and donnie really values the way y/n is willing to listen to him drone on about his latest projects and mapping out his complex thought process; all with very little complaint (a huge plus for him!)

in fact, she even seems eager to learn and is quick to pick up on the nuances of his work. he can also understand/empathize with y/n's misunderstood demeanor when it comes to her stone faced expression ('or resting bitch face, as she so eloquently put it')

donnie's never been good at expressing himself; he knows how vexing it can be when everyone seems intent on misreading one's emotions based on something as fickle as facial expression

and the more time donnie spends with y/n, the more he's able to observe her and her subtle mannerisms

it's gotten to the point where he can pick up on her subtle cues and accurately read her mood better than anyone else. to his brothers, it's as if y/n and donnie share a telepathic connection with how easily they can communicate with a simple glance

it doesn't take long for him to get used to y/n's more rambunctious and wild behaviors; when he's not busy working, he will sometimes invite her on their less eventful missions and adventures

he won't say it out loud, but he's really come to respect y/n's combat prowess and her ability to hold her own

admires it even... one might even say he lov-

'nope. no. nein. not the l-word...'

donnie's always quick to catch himself before he can finish off that thought but he can't help himself; cute and mean are just his type after all

whether or not he chooses to pursue those feelings though....

well, let's just say y/n really didn't leave him a choice after she practically saved his life during one fairly unexpected encounter

It hadn't been a hard mission. The Hamato brothers had successfully thwarted another run-of-the-mill robbery at the appropriately named Run of the Mill Pizzeria. Relishing in their triumph, the four turtles, joined by their newest companion Y/N, decided to make a night of it and order a few celebratory 'zzas. It was as Donnie was making his way to the booth that he was halted by the stumbling grip of an iebriated yokai yanking him back by his shoulder. The patron's swaying form crumpled forward as they tried supporting their full weight on the hand that was still firmly locked on Donnie's shoulder.

"'Ey you.... I know you..." the strong stench of alcohol burned at the turtle's nostrils as he furrowed his brow in confusion, "Yer the guy from that brawl last night. Ya dropped my drink!"

Ah. Mistaken identity. Before Donnie could correct them, the yokai straightened in a menacing stance, lifting their hand's grip from him and balling into a fist.

"You... YOU! You owe me a new drink AND a new shirt! Ya ruined MY GOOD SHIRT!"

Ever the smug one, Donnie simply shook his head and with condescension dripped from his lazy grin.

"Perhaps laying off on the booze might help to improve your memory. You're clearly looking for a fight and I'm not one to hold back in battle." With a wave of his hand, he feigned a dramatic sigh, "But I'd reconsider what would be one too many bar fights. I mean, you've obviously done your brain enough damage."

What followed was the unmistakable and resounding thud of a body hitting the restaurant walls. The remaining brothers watched amusedly from their booth as the purple-coded brother peeled from the newly dented wall and collapsed onto the floor, dumbfounded and only mildly in pain.

"He'll be fine~" Leo mused as he caught sight of Y/N's horrified expression.

"He was kinda askin' for it..." Raph shrugged, unwilling to stop Y/N who was now stomping a warpath from the booth to the drunken offender.

"HEY, ASSHOLE!" were the only words uttered before Y/N's flurry of furious punches unleashed themselves onto the yokai's face. Donnie watched fondly as Y/N's strike after strike seemed to reduce the belligerent patron to a pathetic and unintelligable mess on the floor.

Something about her pose, the way her bruised fists were held up in triumphant victory as she loomed over the monster's unconscious form, seemed to pull at the deepest, darkest parts of the turtle's heart. Was she always this badass and cool? Was it the lighting? Was it the concussion setting in? Has she always looked this cute?

"Wow... You're incredible....." Donnie muttered under his breath with awe.

So much for science being his only love.

Leo:

honestly? the more chaos, the better

raph is great and all, but he always had the annoying tendency to boss everyone around, and his ever-growing worry chasm was really starting to irk leo

so it's great to have someone around that isn't always on his case about his stunts or lecture him on dull things like responsibility and duty and all

while he does take into account the fact that Y/N is a human, she's a special human with special priviliges in his mind; meaning open invites to every mission (no matter how dangerous) and her own front row seat to every single convoluted plan leo's made

he's always there to actively enable her loud habits, he just lives for the banter and drama; he calls it his very own telenovela

obviously he'd never let her get too far into it and when things start getting a little too real, he will try getting y/n to tone down the snark and deescalate the situation

can't have his new bestie getting herself into trouble after all! and he'd never hear the end of it from his brothers if she ever got hurt bc of his encouragement

as boring as he finds training to be, having y/n around really helps to spice things up. he's always calling dibs on having her for sparring partner duties and won't hold back much

on the rare occasion that he's not getting into trouble and causing mischief with y/n, he'll show her around all the best stargazing spots new york has to offer (via portal ofc)

no reason in particular, it's just nice getting to see the stars past the haze of the city's light pollution and it seems like something friends do

'it's totally normal for friends to stargaze alone together, right?'

yeah, no he's sure of it. he just really happens to enjoy y/n's company without the constant interruption of his brothers' teasing

it's not like he's asked her to go with him on a magic carpet ride or anything

oh wait...

right, there was that one time when they decided to stop by the mystic city antiques shop and try out the dubiously named "magic carpet" the shop was selling. how was he supposed to know it was a flying magic carpet?? magic could literally mean anything!

he didn't complain when y/n would hold onto him as they weaved through the skies of the hidden city. and it was cute watching her face scrunch up with laughter every time he made a joke

but that's just friends being friends, right??

'this better not be what being wrong feels like because it's not a great feeling at all'

"Alright, Leo. This'd better be good for you to be calling me up at 3 in the morning." April's voice hissed through the call, still rough with sleep and irritation as Leo had called her up on a school night of all times.

Leo gripped tightly at the phone as if it were his only line of defense from the terrible, terrible ordeal he was about to confide. "Apes, you gotta help me! I think I might be losing my edge or something."

"Your... what?"

"My edge!" Leo reiterated, panic set in his tone, "My mojo! The Leo-factor! I think I might be losing it and I don't know how to get it back!"

A few moments of soft shuffling sounding from the phone's receiver met Leo's frantic explanation. April must've been slowly forcing herself to sit up from where she'd been sleeping peacefully only minutes ago.

"... don't 've time for this..." was all that could be deciphered between shuffles.

The disgruntled girl could only sigh, "Okay. Leo. What makes you think you've 'lost your mojo'?"

Leo paused in thought, humming low as he tried to recall his recent mojo-related blunders.

"Okay, okay, so! You know how Y/N's been hanging around the lair a lot more lately? It's like every time she's there, I get thrown off my game. And I mean, I really get thrown off! With everything!"

"Mhm?" April deadpanned.

"None of my one-liners seem to land with her and it's because I keep forgetting how to talk mid-sentence! So I end up sounding like some stuttering moron! And I keep running into things and tripping over my own feet when I see her like I'm the clumsiest chump alive. And just the other night I was out testing the sickest tricks on Mikey's new board- don't let him know that by the way- when she shows up outta nowhere with her smug little smile and throws me off my moves! I mean, all I see is her eyes on me and the next thing I know, I've got a mouthful of gravel and concrete. It's like she's sapping all the cool out of me and I need it to stop like yesterday!" Leo had to take a moment to catch his breath as he explained his troubling situation, clearly unaware of just how clueless he was. April could only wait silently for the information to sink in, a sleepy scowl painted on her face. God, she could just strangle the boy if he were here.

"So you're telling me that you called me up in the middle of the night to tell me that you have a crush?" she hissed once again, the gritting of her teeth audible.

"A what? Crush? Oho, no no no no." the mutant scoffed in disbelief, "I'm telling you that Y/N could be a witch or some kind of energy vampire or something and we-"

"Leo, let me ask you something. What's more likely: The fact that Y/N is a mojo-sucking vampire witch or the fact that you may have some feelings for her?"

The thought hadn't really occured to him before. Could it really be something as simple as a crush that's doing him in? He had been feeling a little different as of late... But he just assumed it was all from the mutant witch powers Y/N might've been using on him. He took a few moments to contemplate, a dark blush gradually forming across his face the more he thought of Y/N.

Well, what's not to like about her? She's a certified badass, she's cool, she's never afraid to give it to ya straight. And underneath that tough exterior was an equally cool but much softer version that balanced out Leo's more impulsive and emotional side. Could it really be that Leo had feelings for Y/N?

".... Do you think Donnie can run a few tests to find out what kind of witch she is?"

"I'm hanging up now, Leo."

"NO, WAIT, I-" Dial tone.

Crush it is then. Man, did he hate being wrong.

Mikey:

ever the eternal optimist, mikey is never one to judge people and gives them every benefit of the doubt until he's forced to believe otherwise

so when he first meets y/n, he takes to her standoffish nature like bees on honey

instant besties right off the bat, even if they have their differences

he's quick to introduce y/n to everything mutant turtle life has to offer, whether it be inviting her over for a few rides on the half-pipe or introducing her to the cinematic magic that is jupiter jim and its many sequels

no matter what they do, he's always there to make sure she's having fun

mikey picks up on y/n's kinder side pretty quickly too

being emotionally intuitive and a self-proclaimed therapist, he is able to see through y/n's more abrasive personality and finds her gentler side to be just as exciting and fun, if not incredibly endearing

he'll even encourage her to be more open with that part of herself by insisting she join him in his little Dr. Feelings sessions he regularly holds for his brothers (totally not against their will)

during the whole session, he'll check in on y/n and ask if she has any thoughts on the matter

"what about you, y/n? you've been around us long enough to get a say. am i right or am i totally right?"

he knows he can trust her more blunt and forward nature to lay it down as it is

but he can also trust that she won't say anything to hurt them just for the sake of it

so she's a perfect fit for the role of Nurse Candid/Assisstant Tough Love

funny thing is, Dr. Feelings can't really talk mikey out of making a fool of himself in front of y/n

he tries not to be too clingy or push too many boundaries, but how can he resist?

she's like the highlight of his little adventures and he genuinely enjoys having her around all the time that he just *needs* to understand every part of what makes y/n her

together, they'd make the ultimate power couple!

er... power couple business-wise

purely professional in this unofficial practice

'unless.....'

time for the Love Doctor to pay mikey a little visit

"Candles? Check. Fancy silverware? Check. A deliciously decadent three course meal prepared by your truly? Check." Mikey took a moment to look over his fine work as he finished setting up a "platonic-but-can-be-romantic" dinner for Y/N. He'd been hard at work all week trying to come up with the perfect excuse to invite Y/N to the lair alone. It wasn't a date or anything! Well really, that was the trouble with this whole thing. It had to strike the right balance of friendly and intimate. With a hint of romance drizzled in. And a sprinkle of platonic fun. Gah, what a confusing mix.

Sighing thoughtfully, the young turtle set down the two artistically prepared culinary plates on the now satin-draped dining table that sat in the center of the projection room. Sure, it might've been a bit cliche but the quiet ambiance of the room was the best choice for a romantic candlelit dinner. Plus if the whole romance angle didn't pan out the way Mikey had hoped, a movie marathon would surely break the tension and shift gears into friendly hangout mode. Everything about this night had been planned to a T, down to the fact that his brothers were busy on another patrol that was sure to take all night.

The orange-clad mutant gave the setup another quick once over and, satisfied with his creation, glanced up at the clock that sat above the projector screen.

"7:18 and I still got a few precious moments to spare!"

"Spare for what?" a muffled voice asked from the door.

Oh no. What were they doing here?!

"Hey hey, little brother~ Nice setup you got goin' here. Very élégante~" Leo teased with his mouth full of pizza.

"L-LEO?! I THOUGHT YOU GUYS SAID YOU WERE GONNA BE OUT UNTIL MORNING!"

"Uh, yeah? The patrol was supposed to keep us 'til morning." Leo shrugged nonchalantly as he licked pizza sauce from his fingers,"But as it turns out, Donnie isn't the math wizard he seems to think he is."

"SCOFF! My mathematical genius is not to be held accountable for YOUR poor planning!" From behind Leo, Donnie stormed in with an incredulous look as pizza sauce drenched his face and upper body.

"Look, if anything, MY PLAN did not call for explosives. That was all you, buddy!" The twin retorted, poking at Donnie's sauce-covered chest with his trusty odachi. Mikey could feel his right eye twitching as he watched the two bicker and consequently ruin his plans.

He seethed through gritted teeth, "You guys were supposed to be gone..."

The strained response brought the two brothers' attention back to their youngest sibling, both raising a brow in question.

"Oh yeah, what IS with this setup?" Leo's cocky smirk did little to hide the teasing behind his question. Did he know?

"Oi, guys! We still gotta clea-" Raph stumbled in, wiping his body down with a red soaked towel as he was presumably the most sauced up of the three. "Woah. Whatcha got going on in here, Mikey?"

Great. Just what he needed. As he did his best to keep his composure, all Michael could do was groan and slump down to his knees, withering with embarrassment before his brothers. "If you guys MUST KNOW, I had a very special night planned for me! I was gonna have a nice dinner with Y/N before you came back and messed with m-"

"Woah woah woah, are you telling me that my baby hermano has a date tonight?"

The heat suddenly rushed to Mikey's cheeks, taunting him and exposing his true motives to his brothers of all people. Raph and Leo compounded that humiliation with their slew of 'aww's and coos. Donnie simply gave his little brother an approving nod and thumbs up as the duo's teasing continued.

"I-It's not what it looks like, I swear!"

Oh, it absolutely was.

"It's not that I like her, I just-"

Want her to be mine.

"I just needed to figure out how I feel!"

But he already knew. He was hopelessly in love.

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[thedgeofreality]

Make up your mind

a/n: hello! this is my first fic here on tumblr. still trying to figure everything out a little. i hope you like this little one shot :) requests are open now.

summary: You were testing the new makeup you had bought on yourself. You thought it would be fun to try it on your boyfriend, Elvis. After begging for a couple of minutes, he finally gives in. pairing: reader x Elvis (written with big daddy e in mind) warnings: Mostly fluff. Mention of medication and elvis' insomnia. Talk about sexual stuff, but Elvis not wanting to.

wc: 1.5K

You had a day to yourself today. Elvis was busy with rehearsals and told you he would be home late that night. So you spent that day the best you could, by shopping. After a couple of hours of spending your time in stores and hanging out with your friends, you decided it was time to go back home. Elvis wasn't home yet as expected. So you made your way up the stairs and put the new makeup you had bought on the desk in your and Elvis' bedroom.

You unpacked everything carefully and went back downstairs. You checked the time, it was currently around 1 am and you knew he'd be home soon. As soon as you sat down on the couch you heard the front door unlock. You jumped up as soon as the door opened. Elvis walked into the room and wasted no time hugging you. You smiled and hugged him back tightly. His embrace felt so warm and comforting. "Hi, doll." He said pulling back to look in your eyes. God his eyes. One look from him could make you forget all the problems in the world. As soon as you looked into his eyes, he was all that mattered.

He carefully scans your body letting out a low whistle. "You look nice." He says smirking at you. You nod and smile at him. "Went out with my girls today. Got some new stuff." He hummed in response. You felt all warm inside. No matter how long you guys have been together, he can always make you blush like someone with a high school crush.

He let you go and took his jacket off, hanging it up before making his way to the stairs. You followed behind him, you knew how tired he felt after rehearsals and he just wanted to sleep. But you also knew he wouldn't be able to sleep and wanted you there for company. So you two walked into the bedroom, he sat down on the bed and took his sunglasses off, putting them on the bedside table. You sat down in front of the mirror and grabbed your new makeup.

You looked at Elvis through the mirror, he had his eyes closed in an attempt to get some rest. You smiled to yourself and started doing your makeup. While doing your eyeshadow you heard Elvis get closer to you, sitting on the edge of the bed. "What are you doing honey?" He asked softly. You chuckled "I'm testing my new makeup."

You put everything down and sat down next to him. "You couldn't sleep?" You asked, gently holding and caressing his hand. Elvis had been trying to stay off the meds for you, but it was hard on nights like these. It got difficult after a long day at work and he needed rest, but couldn't seem to find it.

He sighed. "No, I really wish I could." He looked up at you with tired eyes. You nodded. "I know honey. I'm sorry."

"It's fine." He said.

Then suddenly you got an idea, you looked at him smirking. He frowned at you. "Oh no, what's on your mind?"

"Ohhh nothing." You replied, giggling. You looked at the makeup you left on the floor in front of the mirror. He noticed where you were staring and instantly shook his head. "Honey, no." He simply said.

You sighed. "Come on please!" He shook his head again. "You're gonna make me look like a fool." You gasped acting offended at his reply. "Don't question my makeup abilities." You replied earning a chuckle from him.

"Come on Satnin pleaaase. I can cover those dark circles right up." You were basically begging him at this point. Making sure to use your and Elvis' special nickname. He looked at you for a moment not saying anything, before finally giving in. "Fine, but none of that glitter shit." He said pointing at the eyeshadow. You nodded, making a mental note to definitely use 'the glitter shit'.

You grabbed all the makeup, putting it on the bed next to where Elvis was sitting. You sat down on his lap to get as close to his face as possible, grabbing the concealer. Putting it under his eyes and a blemish he had. Somehow the shade matched him perfectly. You started blending it out softly and he scrunched his face. "Relax your face babe." You said softly. "Stop hitting me hard with that thing." He replied and you giggled. "So dramatic."

You moved onto contour and blush. You barely had to use any contour as his face was already shaped perfectly but used a little blush to give some color. You smiled proudly at your work so far. "Am I pretty?" He asked smiling at you. "Hush baby, we're not done." You said, grabbing the eyeshadow. "Now close your eyes." He did as he was told and closed his eyes. You smiled to yourself as you put glittery brown eyeshadow on his eyelids.

He opened his eyes again and raised his eyebrow. "Why you smilin' like that?"

"Oh you just look handsome." You replied, your smile widening. He looked at you suspiciously but decided not to comment on it.

Thankfully Elvis already wore mascara. He would be so dramatic if you even tried to put it on. It was always something he wanted to do himself.

"Okay the last part." You stated and grabbed a red lipstick. He reached out trying to grab it. "What color?" He asked, you pushed his hand away. "Nuh uh, close your eyes." He gave you a stern look before sighing and closing his eyes.

You chuckled and opened the lipstick carefully. You gently put it on his lips, making sure not to mess up. You pulled back staring at his lips. The red lipstick only made his lips more attractive, but you had to resist. "Open your eyes." You softly said and he did.

"Well?" He asked. "How do I look?"

You smiled at him. "So beautiful."

He grinned and kissed your cheek. The red lipstick leaving a mark of his lips. "Awh really doll? Red?" He sighed and you giggled. "Red suits you." You simply replied.

You got up from his lap. "Go on, stare at yourself." You said, pointing towards the mirror. He shook his head, giving you one last glare before making his way over to the mirror. "Oh god." He said as he noticed the glitter. "I told you not to do that." He looked at you through the mirror. You shrugged. "Didn't hear you."

He stood in front of the mirror a little longer, making some weird pose, and looked back at you. "I do look good in red." You chuckled and walked over to him. "Indeed you do." You said.

You stood in front of him and looked at his lips for a split second before kissing him passionately. He wrapped his arms around your waist to pull you close against him. You melted under his touch. He pulled back and smirked. "You got a little something there." He said pointing at the smudged lipstick on your lips.

"Shut up." You said and kissed him again. Carefully making your way over to the bed, he sat down, not pulling away for a moment. You sat down on his lap again and ran your fingers through his hair. He moaned softly and pulled back, looking deep into your eyes. The lipstick on his lips was smudged all around his mouth.

You felt like tonight was the night. Something inside you told you. Elvis liked to tease you a lot but you and Elvis never did anything sexual. You had tried to convince him multiple times, but he kept telling you it wasn't the right time and you had to wait until marriage.

You tried to build up the courage to tell him what was going through your mind. "I need you." You said basically whispering. He looked at you sternly and sighed. "Doll..." He pauses, taking your hand. "It's wrong, you know we can't."

You nodded. "I know, but it's so difficult sometimes." He hummed. "Wait 'till we get married, okay?"

You agreed with him on that. And you've always had that belief since you were little. Premarital sex was a no-go, but Elvis really shook all your beliefs.

You sighed. "Times have changed, honey." You tried to change his mind once again, knowing it wouldn't work anyway. "It's not a bad thing."

He shook his head again. "You don't get an opinion in this, doll." He stated, pausing for a second to let it render in your mind. "I'll tell you when the right time is and it's not now, 'kay?" You nodded, feeling heavily ashamed.

He kissed you again gently and held you close, laying down on the bed together. "Now let's cuddle 'til the mornin' comes." He said. And that's exactly what you did together. He never let you leave his embrace and you excepted it, melting into his touch and never let go of him either. A few minutes after that, the two of you fell asleep in each other's arms.

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[murder-cookie-dust393]

Hello! I am a fellow affogato (simp ahem) FAN-fan yes-fan

and I would like to request a yandere!affogato(with hypnotic abilities ofc) with a warrior reader who slowly falls for him and well

what happened next is up to you

(also Pookie bear may I be 🪻anon?)

Advisor in Distress

I'm just gonna be making apologies to my requesters from December so prepare yourself for a bunch of repetitive comments- Also, I think I did add you to my anon list, but I'll check just in case.

Disclaimer: I did not edit this, at all.

Tw: basically drugging but in small amounts, hypnosis

You knew who Affogato was. Everybody knew who he was. The grand royal advisor for his majesty. From your knowledge, he could be quite the snarky one. He would come to your comrades to comment that they haven't trained properly or guarded the citadel's walls.

You hated it when he insulted your friends and higher-ups. You knew they were doing their job as best as they could and were doing anything but slacking off. But it seemed Affogato wanted to do everything but be appreciative of them.

That was until a few weeks ago.

He started to hang around where the warriors were more frequently. Often going up to you and praising how hard you were working or how strong you were. It was weird and quite creepy. You were the only one getting this barrage of praises, so you felt like your comrades weren't getting enough.

So most days you ignored him or just answered with a nod.

But today he had more to give. All the warriors within your group had gotten incense sticks from Affogato as a present. Yours looked slightly more purple, but you didn't pay much mind to it. When you lit the sticks in honour of your dead comrades, there was a certain smell.

The scent had a heavy espresso smell along with a hint of cream. It was a pleasant one to be around. As you kneeled before the incense pot, you felt a sudden dizziness come over you. You steady yourself with a hand to the ground, but some thoughts start rushing through your mind.

The royal advisor did look extremely pretty last Tuesday. Was it his eyes? Or was it his elegant walk? You aren't sure. You brush it off and go back to your post.

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The night is evident by the darkened sky and the glowing stars. The citadel is asleep, except for a few guards ensuring the safety of the kingdom. Through the shadows and dim spaces, a cookie in black robes swiftly passes by the silent halls.

They slide the door open to one of the many rooms for the warriors. The cookie steps inside without a sound, shutting the door with careful movement. They take off their hood, revealing none other than Affogato himself.

He kneels by the sleeping mat, watching the warrior sleep; the warrior being MC Cookie, his dear beloved. He smiles a wicked and loving grin. "Oh, how long will it take for you to fall in love with me? I need someone to protect me once I'm ruler, you know~" He whispers to them, expecting no response.

He leans closer, so close to touching their blanket-covered body now. "I've waited far too long. Everything will be in my grasp: the kingdom, the people, and you. My sweet knight." The advisor pressed a light kiss onto their cheek before leaving the room. No trace was left except for a small incense burning on top of a dresser; hidden from plain view.

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(Jealous twink needs his protector- honestly goals)

(This was pretty fun to write! Honestly, requests aren't that bad once you start writing them. It's the effort to start them that's hard).

- Celina

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[missmaywemeetagain]

Pink Scarf - Epilogue (Elvis/Austin!Elvis x Reader)

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Requested: kinda

(Read more here--Pink Scarf Series Masterlist!)

Prompt: You are part of Elvis Presley's coveted inner circle, and the currently-disgruntled wife of one of the members of Elvis' famous entourage, the Memphis Mafia. After Elvis' dynamite first performance in Vegas, you find yourself in deep water when his magnetism finally gets to you after all these years.  [ Fem!Reader ]

TW: SEX. FLUFF (!!). Cussing. Historical inaccuracies in the Vegas timeline.  

Rating: Explicit/Mature (NSFW, 18+, so minors Do NOT Interact)        ||     Word Count: 2.6k

A/N:  Oh, lord, here we are. THE END. It seems highly fitting that it all comes to a close on our man's birthday. (HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ELVIS DARLIN') 💗 So here's some tooth-rotting, sexy fluff for you because I love them and I love y'all.

I have heard your requests for a paperback/ebook loud and clear (ahhh, thank you!) and can tell you I am writing bonus material as we speak and working on the process of self-publishing through Amazon. I will warn you that the physical book is gonna be HUGE (my estimate is close to 600 pages with the bonus material added 😂), but that does mean the cost of the physical book will be a little spendy (not outrageous or anything) because of the cost of printing. Just wanted to let you know in advance!

Also, I know in the past that people were interested in me dropping in for a Q & A type thing on Discord or Twitter Spaces to talk about Pink Scarf...is this something y'all are interested in still? (If not, totally okay!) Let me know in the comments if that sounds like something you'd want!

I sincerely hope y'all will stick around for my next projects as I try to get my writing career off the ground. I'm hoping to soon have a website and an Amazon page up and running soonish so you can follow my other works. I'll keep you posted! Y'all are the OG's and the best fans a girl could ask for! 💗

If you so desire, you should now have the ability to tip my blog or different chapters in the story! Of course, no one is obligated to do so! If you do choose to tip, thank you so much! I've never had anyone want to pay for my work before, so this is a big step towards my romance novelist dreams. 💜

Finally, and I can't say this enough, I am so FREAKIN' GRATEFUL for every single one of you babies, honeys, and lil' mamas supporting me out there, YOU ARE EXTRAORDINARY! I didn't in a million years expect this kind of support and response for Pink Scarf, and your reactions, reblogs, messages, asks, and comments you've given me have been a blessing beyond expression. You all are the best community a writer could ask for! Thank you so much for your support and generosity. I am loving getting to know y'all better! I love every single reaction and comment and ask, and I'm sorry if I don't get back to them all as soon as I'd like but know that I love you all and am so excited to be making new friends! And a big "Hey, Y'all!" to our friends from Elvis Twitter, Elvis Discord, and Elvis Instagram--I see and appreciate you coming over to join us! 👀💋

I also want to give a special shout out to my flower, Daisy, @powerofelvis for keeping me sane (relatively lol) and on track throughout this whole process. Thank you for all your encouragement and love (and for listening to me scream into the void), baby! 💜

If you feel so moved, please let me know what you think or how you're feeling (or send me asks)! I know I'm terribly slow at getting to them but I love every single one!

I imagined this with Elvis in mind, but Austin!Elvis works here, too, whatever floats your boat! 

Apologies in advance if there are any grammatical errors or TW that I didn't catch. 

(I did start cross-posting Pink Scarf to my AO3 account, as well as my NEW Wattpad account. so if you are so inclined, you can check it out/support me over there with kudos and votes and whatnot!)

Graceland, New Year’s Eve, 1969

The mansion you now call home still sparkles with Christmas decorations as you make your way through the throng of friends and visitors, smiling and laughing, sipping on a delicious champagne that you are positive is ridiculously expensive for the way it melts on your tongue. Everyone is rested and in great spirits, as 1969 was a monumentally successful year for Elvis Presley Enterprises and all those involved.

For you, it’s been a monumental year in many ways. You would never have imagined six months ago that by the end of the year you’d be in the midst of divorcing Jack, preparing for your new career as a backup singer, and moving into Graceland with Elvis, who you are wildly, madly in love with.

A whirlwind, to say the least.

Speak of the devil, you feel that telltale rise of goosebumps on your skin, that magical sixth sense you are now so aware of when you know that Elvis is watching you. You turn from your conversation with Joe and his wife Joanie to find Elvis gazing at you from across the living room with a dangerously coy smile playing on his lips and that unmistakable glint in his eyes. The heat of the look sets your body aflame, a flush rising quickly to your cheeks.

Lord in heaven, this man, you think, giving him a furrow of your brow and a disbelieving look back, only this man would be so bold as to want to take me in the middle of a party at his own damn house.  

But damn it if he doesn’t even waver, completely uncaring that any of the guests might see the blatantly sexual, heated intensity of his stare. He calls it “that lean and hungry look,” and you cannot help the shiver that cascades down your spine because you know he’s about to eat you alive, party be damned.

And sure enough, he strides across the room as if no one else is here, and saying nothing at all, grabs your hand and yanks you away from your conversation. You briefly catch the look of surprise from Joanie and Joe’s smirk before being whisked away.

“Elvis!” you whisper loudly enough for him to hear you, “We have guests!” You manage to set your champagne flute on a nearby table before doubling your steps to try and keep up with his long strides.

He gives no indication of hearing you, though you know he has. But he is singularly focused, which sends warmth into your core and wetness already pooling in your panties because you know what’s coming.

He surprises you by not even making it up the stairs to the bedroom, instead pulling you into the half bathroom on the lower level. You yelp at the change in direction and then he’s slamming you up against the door while locking it at the same time.

Your yelp quickly turns into a quiet moan because his large hands and luscious mouth are suddenly everywhere, all at once. His lips crush into yours, then burn down your neck, sending fire into your belly, and you can’t help but respond. Your hands fly to his head, raking through his scalp. His hand grips the outside of your bare thigh, hitching it up to his waist, his hand slipping under the hem of your dress.

He rolls his pelvis slowly and deliberately into yours. He’s already rock hard, and the sensation of his bulge pressing into your core through his pants has you groaning a little too loud, considering you have a house full of people. Elvis doesn’t say a word though, he just smirks and places a ring-clad hand over your mouth.

That action alone has you melting into a puddle because you know, you just know how he’s going to take you: quick and dirty.

“You better be quiet, lil’ mama, or ev’ryone’s gonna know I’m fuckin’ ya senseless,” he whispers, his hot breath tickling the shell of your ear. You can smell the musk of arousal on him, the pheromones so strong they are nearly dizzying. He nibbles the lobe of your ear possessively. This action coupled with his words sends sparks showering through you.

You think you might come apart already, and he’s barely touched you.

His brilliant blues are blown black when he draws away. Free hand snaking up your thigh, his fingers first dance over your soaked panties, then dip them underneath the delicate fabric to graze up through your folds and straight to your clit.

Your eyes roll back, his hand muffling the moans that escape your throat involuntarily. He’s so worked up already, he doesn’t tease you long. Two long fingers plunge knuckle deep into your wet heat, the cold edges of his rings making you squirm a little at the intrusion. You begin panting into his hand as he so expertly thrusts and curves them to give you the maximum amount of pleasure as he stretches you out.

This doesn’t last long, though. He’s too far gone and much too needy for foreplay. A deeply primal instinct has taken over the man you love—you can see it written all over his handsome face. And you welcome it, even as you whimper at the loss of his digits when he unceremoniously pulls them out of you. You welcome it as he spins you around, pushing you up against the door. You welcome it gladly as he hikes your dress up to your waist and rips your lacy panties right off your body.

You gasp, hearing the tearing of fabric as your flushed cheek is pressed into the wood of the door, shivering both from the exposure of the air on your bare ass and for what you know is next. Soon after, you hear the clink of his heavy belt and the woosh of his pants as they thump to the floor and then he’s filling you so completely that you are clawing at the door for purchase.

He can’t stop the growl that comes from within when he sinks deep inside you to the hilt, bottoming out quickly. He’s impatient and does not linger, however, instead pulling back and thrusting into you hard, gripping your hips like his life depends on it.

You manage to keep your gasps quiet as he sets a relentless pace. Your entire body tingles, the obscene sounds from your joining sending you hurtling towards the edge of your own release. He knows your body so well, rubbing desperate circles on your clit that, along with the way he’s filling you, already has your legs shaking and abdomen tensing with pleasure.

Neither of you are going to last long. It’s evident as your breathing speeds up and the coil in your belly snaps, causing you to hit your climax hard with a strangled cry. The wave crests fast,and your walls tense and flutter around him. You love how he still can make you see stars, even in these circumstances. His hips stutter, the rhythm faltering, and he follows soon after you with a relieved and gracious groan, pulsing and coating your walls with his arousal.

Heavy breathing is the only sound in the tiny space. Elvis envelops you from behind, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face into your hair as he pulls you close. You live for these moments when he’s stripped vulnerable, his love so evident and overflowing, making even a bathroom quickie more like making love than you’d had in over a decade of marriage.

You sigh into him, and he kisses the back of your head. “Sorry about your panties, baby,” he whispers almost bashfully into your ear.

You can’t help but laugh, “At the rate you go through ruining them, you might as well just buy me the whole store, love.”

Elvis pulls out and turns you around, grasping your chin before pulling you into a deep kiss. It has you melting into his arms, but you know you can’t stay there long, not with a house full of people.

The swell of love you feel for this wonderful, talented, charismatic man is incredible. So many years of shared history has made it easy to slip into a comfortable life with him, so much so that you almost forget what your life was like before. It’s not without its challenges, certainly. He is still mercurial, and you still get locked up in your own head sometimes. The both of you are stubborn as hell, especially now that you’ve taken more agency for yourself in this relationship, more than you ever had with Jack.

As you pull apart and clean up, you feel incredibly lucky that things have worked out the way they have, despite so many years of struggles to make your way to each other.

Once put back together (though sure some of your guests will know exactly what was going on in the bathroom), you reach for the door. Elvis stops you.

“I was gonna wait ‘til midnight and make it a big thing, but I just can’t,” he drawls behind you.

“Wait for what?” you ask quizzically, turning around.

You gasp and your heart begins to gallop in your chest as you watch him sink to one knee as best he can in the tiny space. He pulls a little black box from his pocket. You’re afraid your heart might flutter right out of your body at the sight of it.

“You make me a better man, baby. I love you so much it hurts sometimes, and I thank God every day that He put you in my life. I can’t imagine tryin’ to go another day without you by my side. Now, I know it feels real soon, but if we’re honest, it’s been a long time comin’, and I-I-I know you’re still in the middle of the divorce and all, but y/n, would you do me the honor of bein’ my wife?” Elvis asks, his eyes brimming with unshed tears.

Your heart drops into your stomach. It’s both exhilaration and trepidation all at once, flooding every part of you. Part of you screams with excitement: Of course! Of course! Of course, I’ll be your wife!

But another part is filled with latent fear—fear of being consumed by another marriage so soon, still afraid that this man before you will love you and leave you like the rest. Elvis had said many times over the years that he wasn’t really interested in marriage, and you can’t help but think of that in this moment, as much as you don’t want to.

“Elvis,” you manage to breathe, “I thought…I thought you said you weren’t the ‘marrying kind’? That you didn’t want to be tied down? Are you…are you sure?”

You watch something flash in his eyes for a moment before he looks up at you again. He stands and takes your hands in his. “I-I said that cuz I didn’t think I could ever have you. I knew I couldn’t marry anyone else, wouldn’t be right. You’re the only one I ever truly wanted. I-I-I…you’re my soulmate, y/n. It’s only ever been you, honey,” he says quietly, laying it all out for you, as he pushes an errant strand of your hair behind your ear.

A happy tear trickles down your face. You know he loves you—he tells you every day. But this is so much more than that. You didn’t realize he’d put his entire life on hold for you like this. His soulmate.

As much as it scares you, you know it’s true. He’s right. This inexplicable pull that’s been between the two of you for all this time, the pull you tried so desperately to ignore and forget for so many years, is stronger than anything you’ve ever felt for anyone in your life. Every cell in your body yearns for him, and he feels like home. You fit together perfectly. Now that you’re finally in sync, everything just works.

You cannot ignore the truth that finding your way to each other after all these years feels utterly meant to be. He is there when you need him. He brings out a side of you that you never knew existed—in the bedroom, with your music, your unyielding love for him, even in the hardest moments.

The way he gazes at you now, full of hope and love, makes your knees weak. But part of you is still scared that it’s too soon, that you’ll lose yourself all over again.

Elvis reads your mind, sensing your doubts in that intuitive way of his. “The wedding part doesn’t hafta be right away…I know we gotta wait for the divorce to be final anyway. But whenever you’re ready, whenever you’re comfortable, I’ll be here,” he says, pressing his forehead to yours.

This sends a sense of relief through you, a release of pressure. Finally, you find your voice. “Let me be your everything?” you whisper, taking his face in your hands, your eyes searching his deep and worldly ones.

Elvis knows what you are asking of him, and he doesn’t think twice. His lips curl up into that beautiful grin of his as he nods. “Yes, everything,” he says back.

“Then yes, yes, I will be your wife,” you laugh, through more happy tears.

“Yes?” he asks joyfully, just to be sure.

“Yes!” you squeal as he scoops you up in his arms, pressing his pliant and soft lips to yours.

His hands shake adorably when he slides the tasteful yet extravagantly sized diamond on your ring finger.

And it sits perfectly, as though his ring was always meant to be there. You both stare at it for a moment, your hand resting on top of his.

Squeezing your hand, Elvis looks at you with a boyish kind of awe. “Are you happy, baby?” he asks quietly, his long lashes fanning out as he runs his eyes over your face.

A moment of déjà vu hits you. He’s asked you this before, many different times, and those moments flash through your head, reminding you of your deep history together. The history you now remember and share.

All he’s ever really wanted to do is make me happy, you realize. The thought sends warmth blooming through you.

You look up at him, into that handsome face that you want to spend eternity with. “Oh, I’m more than happy, my love,” you respond. And you are. So much so, you almost don’t believe it.  Then you pull him down for a sweet, soft kiss. He drinks you in as if you are oxygen, bringing you closer.

“Are you happy?” you ask as you nuzzle his nose.

“Darlin’, I’m so happy I wanna sing from the rooftop,” he drawls, grabbing your ass. “I’ll marry ya right here in this damn bathroom, if I gotta. Gonna make you Mrs. Y/n Presley. Then I wanna parade you around and let everyone know you’re mine.” He almost growls the last part and presses his long body into yours.

You laugh. “Well, I don’t think we have to resort to getting married in the bathroom, but Mrs. Y/n Presley has quite the nice ring to it,” you say, smiling, putting your hands in his back pockets.

“I love you,” Elvis says unabashedly, suddenly serious.

“I love you, too,” you whisper, kissing him again. “Now let’s go tell everyone how I’m gonna make an honest man out of you.”

He laughs at that, a big and boisterous sound that makes your own heart sing.

And it will do so for the rest of your days.

*THE END*

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[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hello again. XD Would you consider a Calamity Jane!Reader request for Buddha, Heracles, Lu Bu, Rudra? Got her in my brain now and she ain't fittin' to leave anytime soon. A women of action not words, tall, compassionate but crass. Strikes me as the painfully blunt type.

"Listen here stretch, I ain't got no time for yer gum flappin', either ya get to yer point or I'm puttin' some lead between your pretty lil' eyes."

If you want you can use my previous question with Artemis vs Clamity Jane and flip a coin to see who wins. XD I want you to have as much fun with it as it runs through my head.

No rush, please and thank you~!

With a warm apple pie~!

-You were no soft and delicate lady; you were a woman ready to throw hands with anyone who would dare disrespect you; many learned that the hard way when they tried and quickly got either an ass beating or a bullet lodged somewhere in their body.

-You kept to yourself in Valhalla, as everything you needed was provided for you, so there was no need to work hard any longer, but you felt bored just sitting around, so you started a large garden, something you were proud of.

-There were times you missed riding on horses and exploring, scouting out new territories, and you would be able to sate those cravings for a while, getting a horse, borrowed from one of the Valkyries, and just go out and ride, feeling the freedom of just being out and running free.

-Those who lived near to you respected you, as you respected them and protected them against those who just wanted to take, despite having everything they would need.

-Many, humans and gods, learned to leave your little corner of Valhalla alone, mainly because you wouldn’t hesitate to shoot them, and you weren’t known for warning shots.

-It was a time of celebration in Valhalla, after humanity had won Ragnarok, earning their salvation and gaining the respect of the gods.

-You had fought as well, against a huntress goddess, Artemis, who, in your opinion, was one of the few people you respected. And you had greeted her, once all those who had fallen, had been returned to life, with a warm handshake and a hug, welcoming her back.

-Artemis respected you, as you bested her, and the two of you became friends as well as rivals, constantly having competitions and trading wins between the two of you.

-Your hard-won victory in Valhalla had gained quite a lot of attention, as they were all recorded, so those who fought earlier could see all the later fights, and you found yourself being courted by a weirdo, or at least in your book he was a weirdo.

-Buddha- He learned the hard way that you don’t like to be snuck up on. He saw you speaking with Brunnhilde, and he grinned, wanting to ask you questions about your fight, as you were very impressive with your abilities to dodge and shoot at the same time. When he wrapped his arms around you, he quickly found himself on the ground, holding his jaw after you had whirled around and delivered a haymaker, pulling out your pistol at the same time, pointing it at him. He grinned, flirting, “If I had known you liked it rough I would have tried harder.” You cocked your pistol, your eyelid twitching before Brunnhilde stopped you, “None of that now.” Buddha did make it up to you, taking you out for a drink. He wanted to know more about your feisty side.

-Hercules- He was like a dog, if you had to describe him, big, happy, kinda dumb looking, but he was pretty damn cute. When he approached you, asking you for a fight, he began to ramble, praising your fight and going over it. His enthusiasm was pretty cute, but it got old pretty quickly as you grabbed his top, pulling him down into a kiss to shut him up, “Stop flapping your gums- if were gonna fight then let’s get to it!” his lips were stuck in the puckered position, completely shocked on how bold you were before he was quick to catch up you, giving you a shy look, “If I win can I get another kiss?” you couldn’t help but smirk up at him, silently challenging him. There was something exciting about you!

-Lu Bu- He had approached you wanting a fight, wanting to test his strength against your own, trouble is, he did it while you were in the middle of enjoying a nice cold beer at your favorite saloon in Valhalla. You waved at the bartender, signaling for another drink and he was surprised when you pushed it to him, “Drink up- ain’t no fighting happening today. I ain’t nowhere near sober enough to give you what you want.” You were so unlike the women of his time, soft spoken, reserved, you were loud, crass, and to be completely honest, he liked it! He downed the drink and you gave him a smirk, “Is that a challenge, boy?” the bartender could only roll his eyes as he prepared the glasses for your next drinking contest.

-Rudra- When you spotted a god hanging out by your front gate as you were coming home, you glared slightly, wondering if you had another fight, “Hey- what you doing here?” Rudra turned and you had to admit, he was quite the looker as he gave you a friendly smile, “Hello there Y/N, I wanted to come and see you. I have some questions about your fighting technique that I wanted to ask about.” He didn’t seem like he was here to fight, but you weren’t completely sure just yet. He was expecting you to invite him in but surprised him with your crass nature, “Don’t know what you want to ask about it- it’s simple, dodge and don’t get hit and hit the other bastard first.” He couldn’t help but grin, seeing your simple way of thinking about a fight. It took a few visits before you invited Rudra into your home, finding his persistence admirable while he was elated he was finally getting through to you.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror buddha #ror heracles #ror lu bu #ror rudra

[saruman-the-silly]

Headcanons for Sodo & Swiss: them comforting you through tough times

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self explanatory title lol, but something I wanted to write cuz I've been having a hard time remembering to eat and have been just rotting in bed

gonna do this in parts, my plan is to do all the ghouls and ghoulettes and maybe also papas if I'm up to it :D but all of the ghouls at once would've been too much work lol.

anyway, hope y'all enjoy and as stated in my bio, requests are open!

gn!reader as always but cw: tough topics as in self deprecating talk and talks of depression

"You have nothing to apologise over."

Sodo:

He would notice something was wrong, but not know instantly what. Sodo was quite busy with the practice usually, but he tried to keep an eye out for you.

When he noticed you were starting to hang out in your room more often during mealtimes, and you looked paler, he decided to step in.

"Babe?" The door to you room creaked open, with the sound of Sodo gently letting himself in. You pulled the blanket over your head, letting out a small sound to acknowledge his presence. He sighed when he saw you lying in bed, under the blanket.

"It's getting bad again, huh?" Sodo took off his shoes and jacket, and sat on the bed beside you, gently pulling the blanket away to look at your tear-stained face.

"Hey there," Sodo smiled and your eyes teared up again and you started mumbling out apologies before he interrupted you with a kiss to the forehead.

"You have nothing to apologise for. I only wish you would've told me sooner it's getting bad again.. I'm here for you, you know?" He gently caressed your cheek, the warmth of his touch being comforting. You sniffled and smiled weakly.

He would get you your favourite food, and make sure you ate at least a little bit. Sodo would listen and comfort you to the best of his abilities, and make sure you knew he was there for you.

Granted, he was usually not the first person to talk about emotions and mental health but when it came to you and your well-being? He would do anything in his power to make sure that you would be okay.

Swiss:

He would absolutely not notice anything at first. Do not get me wrong, he loves you more than anything but his brain is just usually thinking about a million different things all at once.

Once Rain pulls him aside to ask about you, everything goes quiet. He can almost sense your distress, and just runs to find you.

You weren't in your room, so he tried your favourite spot in the gardens and there you were, staring off into the distance.

"Sweetheart, what are you doing out here, it's getting cold," Swiss plops down on the grass to sit beside you, wrapping an arm around you.

You smile at him, eyes glassy with unshed tears. "I'm sorry I'm like this," Swiss cupped your face between his hands, shaking his head. "No, nonono remember what we talked about this? You have nothing to apologise for, okay??" He pressed gentle kisses to your cheeks and to your forehead.

"Now, let's talk about something else," Swiss grinned and pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket. You squinted at it, noticing it's a picture of Rain and Phantom covered in flour.

"What on earth-" you began to ask, soon interrupted by your laughter when you got a closer look at the picture. Swiss grinned, "There's that smile, I missed you."

He would then tell you what happened during practice today, making you laugh so hard that your cheeks hurt. Swiss also texted Rain to drop off some food for you guys, and then you spent the rest of the evening in the gardens, having a nice little picnic.

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[allisonlol]

Hi hi can I request platonic hcs with the Hunting Dogs? Basically reader is a new recruit and they’re slightly younger than the others (like around 18 or so). How would Tetchou, Jouno, Teruko and Tachihara treat them? (you can add fukuchi if you want)

a/n: plz this req is so cute, i don't write platonic stuff often so it's like a breath of fresh air :0 i was gonna add fukuchi but then...didn't cuz i'm still mad about what he's doing to ranpo ;-; split each character into their own section so it's more organized idk

warnings: none just the chaos of being a hunting dog tbh. also jouno and terukos' sadism if that counts??

Being a New Recruit in the Hunting Dogs (Platonic HCs)

Tecchou

you honestly could not be in better hands??

actually i lied. you probably could but tecchou is pretty great compared to the others

fukuchi probably sticks you with this mf cuz he thinks he's the most responsible for working with a trainee...compared to jouno and teruko who might emotionally scar you

you being younger than the rest doesn't affect how he treats you (after all, ur only a year younger than tachi)

^very respectful of course <3 people on the outside wouldn't even know you were a trainee by the way he speaks to you as an equal

pretty good at explaining all the stuff that's expected out of you

^literally recites the entire manual for new recruits' word for word?? you retained almost none of it but damn was it impressive

also gives you the whole "jouno may seem evil but don't be scared of him" speech...it doesn't help

is so proud to show you his ability PLS. he was like "look at this" and started manipulating his saber n shit, you were like 😯😯

gives you a tour of the base but gets distracted by an ant colony five minutes into it...

makes you watch the ants with him but after 30 minutes you pretend to go to the bathroom so you can get away -///-

Jouno

LMAOO good luck

purposefully tries to scare the shit out of you, and damn does it work

says some "i'm only gonna explain this once, so if you forget you'll probably die" before overloading you with information about the job

side note: literally none of it is that important

jouno heard that you trained with tecchou so now he already has a grudge against you

ditches you like 10 times to go work on his own...you gotta keep going to find him again to ask questions

(why was that how my first day at my job went lol)

plz he hears you coming and uses his ability to dissolve so you can't find him 💀💀

complains constantly that you're being "too loud"?? meanwhile you were only trying to INHALE

does give you decent advice. as in, he tells you to stay tf away from fukuchi if you value mental stability

contradicts this advice immediately after tho by dragging you out on a mission with him and making you witness his torture firsthand ??

it has you re-evaluating your life choices ngl

Teruko

basically jouno 2.0

a little more chill than him tho. has more patience and is great at showing you how things should be done & answering any questions you may have

another one who is so proud to show you her ability. except she doesn't give you a warning and just morphs 3 feet taller out of nowhere

makes you carry her on your shoulders while giving you a (better) tour of HQ and will bonk you on the head if you take a wrong turn

probably makes some snide remarks about your age and how it's likely "you'll make more mistakes"?? all you can think is that's rich coming from the mf that likes to pretend to be a child

teruko is very adamant about protecting the lives of civilians so she REALLY trains you

it's kind of a morality test too. she'll rapid-fire ask you questions and def judges you based on your response

^think of those quizzes where it's like "your best friend and mom are drowning, who do you save first" pointless ass shit

reports back to fukuchi with an IN DEPTH analysis of your behavior, and doesn't hold back

it's important to be on his good side but don't try to show off to him too much. we all know teruko is an attention wh0re and she'll threaten to rip your teeth out if she suspects ur trying to be better than her

Tachihara

you'll probably find yourself gravitating towards him the most

with both of you being the youngest and newest to the hunting dogs, there's a lot you can relate about

your first day went a lot like his actually, and y'all definitely bond over that

helps you out with missions so you don't have to ask the others for assistance cuz they would def make fun of you

tachihara is chill about his job too and just arrests criminals instead of...yknow...cutting them into pieces so that's for sure easier on your stomach

being close with tachi also ensures you'll be closer with jouno since they get along so well

^same for teruko kind of

they'll still tease you guys for being the youngest recruits, but it'll be in a more good-natured way rather than contempt

tachi will randomly use his ability to mess with you, like yanking your saber or your phone out of your hand?? i stg

sits next to you at meetings too and slides you little notes so ur not bored

pls he's so sweet, like a helpful older brother ;-; out of everyone he goes the most out of his way to make you feel more comfortable

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#hunting dogs bsd #bsd hunting dogs #bsd x reader #jouno saigiku #jouno bsd #jouno x reader #tecchou x y/n #tecchou x reader #bsd tecchou #bsd teruko #tachihara x you #tachihara x reader #bsd tachihara #tachihara michizou #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs #bsd x y/n #bsd x you

[xaharadesert]

Greetings! I'm rereading your headcanons for the Arcana, and they're all very well-written and interesting. I wonder, do you have any ideas about how MC and Asra grew close and started a romantic relationship before the plague? No pressure if you don't feel like answering.

Hello!! I’m so glad you enjoy my headcanons :) even if I don’t write as much as I used to, I’m proud of my work. Based on your message, I wasn’t sure if you were asking for headcanons or just my thoughts, so I’m going with the latter, but feel free to submit another request if it was actually the first one!

So, as usual, I’m gonna add a little disclaimer stating that I haven’t played the game in a very long time, and can’t really remember what’s canon vs fanon, so forgive me if I say something that’s just blatantly wrong. Also, I’m referring to Asra using he/him just to differentiate them from the MC, who I’m referring to with they/them, and I am aware that Asra uses he/they.

Anyway, the game itself gives us very little to work with in terms of MC’s backstory with Asra (obviously so people can fill it in how they please), but I do believe that it’s canon that the shop used to belong to MC’s aunt?

In my mind, I always imagined that MC’s aunt was a semi-well-known magic user, and MC left their home to study with her and learn magic and such. They probably worked at the shop as well, since they lived there and it would be a bit rude not to help out.

Now, this is where I’m essentially just making things up: I believe that Asra and MC bumped into each other a lot without ever really having a proper introduction in the first few months. I’m not sure if there’s any indication about what Asra was doing after his parents disappeared, but I’m like 90% certain he was just homeless and making money by running errands or doing tricks/small spells/tarot readings for people. So, it wouldn’t be unreasonable to say that they casually saw each other around when MC was exploring or running errands for their aunt.

When it comes to a proper introduction, my mind is split between a cliché meet-cute where they literally run into each other, a curious MC seeking out Asra because they think he’s mysterious and therefore must find answers, or MC’s aunt hiring Asra as part-time help. Either way, it definitely starts as a casual friendship between two magic users who feel a little out of place, with Asra absolutely working at or spending a lot of time at the shop.

Over time, I think the two would naturally grow closer as they harness their magical abilities together. Asra has found a place that feels like home, and MC has found their first close friend in a new country. I think it would be a little co-dependent from the start, given Asra’s unfortunate circumstances, and MC becoming the owner of their aunt’s shop (it’s never confirmed, but personally I believe that the aunt died and left a young mc to take over).

At some point, after the aunt was gone, Asra would move into the shop (it’s practical, even if it’s only platonic, since he works there and MC is probably a little lonely), and while things might not be completely romantic, feelings are probably developing. I always imagined MC and Asra to be around the same age, so they’re probably young adults at this point, and still figuring things out, but they know that they want to be together in some way.

I don’t think there’s a clear line that can be drawn between “before” they loved each other romantically and “after”. Like, yeah, there’s a first kiss, but it doesn’t feel like a giant momentous moment, it’s just a casual action that feels completely natural. Neither of them probably even process it as the first time, and wouldn’t remember it later, because it just fits. And if you’re thinking about the first “I love you”, then I hate to disappoint, but I believe they always said it platonically, so neither really registers when it becomes romantic.

At least in my opinion, Asra and MC are the ultimate best friends to lovers, and it happens like a frog in a boiling pot of water. They don’t even realize that they’re in a committed relationship until MC dies and Asra finds them back at square one. Then he’s like “oh fuck how do I recreate 6 years when I don’t even know how it happened?” Falling in love and being with each other every day was as natural to them as breathing, and having that relationship stripped away suddenly must have felt like being dropped into ice water.

Anyway, those are my basic thoughts! Not very detailed, because, really, there is no canon backstory! This isn’t even what I use for my OC MC, it’s just the vibes I picked up when I first played through :) let me know what you think, and what you would change! Also please let me know if there are any mistakes, because I typed this all out on my phone at 1am and just kinda rambled without thinking

#the arcana #arcana #the arcana headcanon #the arcana hc #asra alnazar #Asra x mc #Asra alnazar x mc #the arcana asra #Asra arcana

[maybenotmei]

Hi can you do twin sibling deuce?? I would like to see him trying to a good twin brother :)

siblings !

alright, let's get started!

— ｖ（＾＿＾ｖ）♪

notes: ok who's gonna request ace as your sibling so we got ace deuce epel siblings as per usual i am not confident in my characterizations. i apologize in advance

also deuce is an only child ...? i just noticed lol ,,, so how do i go about this,,,, i love writing abt nrc students being siblings thanks andy LMAO

discuss: was he a good or bad brother when he was a delinquent? i say he was even though he got into a lot of fights before. he fought on behalf of you once when someone was acting pretty harsh towards you (or, if you're both the type to just fight it out, team up against said person)

but all that violence is all in the past. he wants to become a better student, and at the same time he wants to set a better example for you as your twin brother. though, the damage has already been done and you've seen everything...

but that doesn't mean he's not gonna try and work on himself and his attitude! he'll start by being absolutely more polite— and to be honest, the sight probably shocked you (after all, he was... well...)

truthfully, he might go to you for assistance in schoolworks if you're better than him in that aspect. if you're having trouble in a subject he understands at least, then he's willing to help you out. you two help each other out often (and if you were also like middle school deuce, he's kind of helping you become a better version of yourself too)

any sort of broken appliance? did someone smash your phone to the ground just for the fucks of it? deuce is here to (do his best and) fix it! (as well as Maybe almost going after the person who smashed your phone...) he's willing to help! to the best of his ability!

you two used to get really competitive physically, now he's trying to compete against you in academics. he's trying his best to be a honor student, and if you push him he may just even try his best to beat you in quizzes or examinations (no pun intended)

tell him i said good luck in algebra!

oh, but deuce isn't (extremely) mean to you! he cares (why do you think he attempted to chase after whoever destroyed your phone) and will be there if you want to say something to him or get something off your chest for a bit

hold him back when he gets violent in situations where it's unnecessary though please . he apologizes if ever he hurts you physically

overall, he really does want to see you do well in life. work hard just like him, alright? even if he's technically the one setting the good example (in this scenario) , set a good example for him too, okay?

i'm sending out my support to you and ace in dealing with his idiotic simple mind ^^

#twisted wonderland scenario #request #twisted wonderland x reader #platonic!!!! #twisted wonderland #deuce spade x reader #PLATONIC!!!!! #deuce spade #twisted wonderland x reader platonic #forgive me however . hokke hid(DIES)

[la-rougo]

*SFW*--

Headcanon: what it's like to be Eden's producer

No tw, fluffs ;)

Ran Nagisa

Doesn't really think much about you

Low-key doubts your ability but you showed him that you can handle producer's job very well!

Wanted to know more about you especially your interests and what you like and dislike

The more time he spend with you the more attached he got with you :)

Is willing to help you with your job but doesn't understand it much

If you explain your producer job he will listen to you carefully and starting to learn more :D

Definitely will lend you a hand when you're really tired

Cares deeply for you a lot

Hiyori teases him about it

But really, he admit that he loves you as much as he love his unitmate

Other than producer's job, he's willing to help you with any kind of problems you're facing if he can

As much as he want to. He wouldn't want to get into your personal problems unless you're fine with it

"It would be a pleasure for me to help you while you're taking a rest, and I demand you to not deny my request"

Hiyori Tomoe

Same as nagisa when he first met you

Doubts a bit but he still accept you anyway

But then Impressed by your responsibility like, how the hell are you able to stay on your schedule track with the amount of works increasing?

Immediately likes you and wanted to get more closer to you

Tries his best to be your best personal cheerleader!

Tired? Snacks and water! Sad? Sunlit smile saves the day! Pressured? All ears!

Understands your problems and will always willing to help

Always cheer you up whenever you're in a bad mood and will always be there for you

He loves you so so much

Will give you a nickname when you two are close enough

"let's enjoy summer!~ please show your sunlit smile!-- there's the smile I've been waiting for! Now put the works down and come with me☆"

Ibara Saegusa

Highly doubts your ability and doesn't really care much about you

You do you he do his

Though hiyori told(forces) him to strike a NORMAL conversation to you

Got along a bit but doesn't want to admit

Low-key impressed by you doing anything that he didn't expect you to can

Even more impressed that you have as much energy as his

Thinking that you're worth something and starts to befriend you

He's very fascinated by how well you can handle your job

Still doesn't want you to work through your limit

He is also overworking himself a bit and understand your pressure, but he wants to be the only one who gets to suffer by it

Legitimately forces you to stop working and get some rest

Really cares and love you so much

Nagisa asked him about it of course

The man is too stun to speak whenever the conversation is about what you two have been going on

But he wishes to cherish you the rest of his life, you're like a gift from god and he loves it

"Producer! Stand up and go take a rest, I'll handle the rest!"

Jun Sazanami

First one to give your existence a glance

Helps you with getting along with his unitmate 'cause they're troublesome

Quite curious about your duties but doesn't want to interfere

Once you got along with everyone he seems to get more closer to you

Wants to know more about you of course, something about you just pique his interest

Personal bodyguard ngl if anyone gonna hurt you he can just go "BARK BARK BARK"

I'm sorry

But really tho

Curious to see you wearing any Eden's outfit

Curious of everything *cough* *cough*

Doesn't really often sees you since somebody has been gatekeeping you *cough* ibara *cough*

But still wishes you the best when you're not with him

But if you're with him then prepare for any kind of affection

He'll ask you about it of course

A single cuddle is what he needed

You give him million tho

Shout out to Jun dawg he's a brave boi

Gets very comfortable with you now

"producer...maybe stop paying attention to that paper and come get a hugs instead"

I love Eden sm Jndndjsjnfkdndn

#SoundCloud #eden x reader #nagisa ran x reader #ibara saegusa x reader #hiyori tomoe x reader #jun sazanami x reader

[pennycat83]

Dave Miller x Reader

Rescuing a Wet Cat

In the ever immortal words of the Candy Queen, "No requests, I only do originals!"

I'm working on the full thing on my website, I'll update this with the link once I got the second chapter down.

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Rain lashed at the windows, the cheap florescent strips above twitching with the storm. Most of the abandoned garbage outside slamming against the windows to get in. "So...you got a ride?", "nah", "Godspeed my man". There was a slight snap in how hard their bosses number dial turned to them. "I'm sorry employee,Godspeed, to your boss?", "sub boss, I mean for fucks sake we're 'bout five minutes from joining Dorothy in Oz!".

He looked away, "uh-huh, bus then?", "probably...". They began mentally preparing as the bulbs above went out. "So who's doin' the night shift?", "I 'unno, sucks for them though". The two began making their way down the street, "see ya", "night". They hunkered under the meager shelter above.

'He wasn't in today'. They ignored it to the best of their abilities as they rummaged around in their bag for spare change, but it had been something they kept thinking about. Granted, the less annoyances and 'totally not hanging with me and my psycho dad-boss' missing kids was a blessing for a day, until it dragged into a week. Was he ok? It felt corny to go to his place and check, but after Henry's death the paranoia of his un-ending glare at them whenever they dared linger around the driveway eased down somewhat. 'Ghost's probably gonna fuckin' start tho'.

"Sorry love, the bank gave this place up to us after the owner's kid stop paying". Que? So...wait. They mimicked the same wall eyed processing stare they used to do to annoy Henry as they processed the information. The light from the doorway sliding shut, 'so...he's...homeless?'. They looked around slightly, the rain had let off enough so they weren't slip skating around the sidewalk, but it still urked their hand into clasping against their coat hood. "So then where...".

They skulked around the property slightly. Nothing outstanding aside from the old reeking odor of iron now being washed out by the storm.

They continued checking every corner of the street until they stopped by a convenience store, the dumpster... Sure enough, they hesitantly opened it to reveal a familiar long necked eggplant. What little items he had gotten from Henry were clutched to his chest as he struggled to cover himself with newspaper. "Jesus christ...", they muttered slightly as they opened the lid fully. Most of the rain had already began shifting him in his sleep but after a few shoves he sprung up weilding a photo he had been clutching.

"Yo", "the hell do ya want!", "I mean...". They stood there for a bit. "Oh this? nah it ain't nothing! Jus' ya know, tryna-", "you're sleeping as close as possible to Henry's so you feel like you're still in his place whilst also not gettin' caught by the bank, homeowners or police". "No I'm not...".

They sighed, offering a hand out. "C'mon", "No! I'm doin' great here", "you're sleeping under a literally paper thin copy of Foxy's Bikini ed Bottoms", "I jus' found it ya know?". They stood there. The rain continued mounting weight against Dave's meager form. Without adding another argument they began wandering to the store, "The hell ya goin'?!".

This was eventually answered with an agitated "WHAT!". The door of the store busted open to reveal the shop owner wielding a bat. "Oh shit ohshit-", he scrambled out, chin almost smacking the asphalt. Grabbing as much as possible whilst abandoning his temporary night girl. His form eventually disappeared into the rain leaving the owner to return to his store and Y/N to examine what was left.

It was a photo of him, one of the only ones they had ever seen with the two of them involved, double laminated and all. They grabbed some of the other items he had left, 'Jesus, he's got a ring of knives-', and followed suit. Fortunately, he had always sucked at running long distance so they tackled him quite easily. "GYAH! Seriously Sport!", "got yer pics", "the hell did ya do that for though, I had a good thing goin' with that place, no rent, free food, free girl", "ton of paper cuts though"."You'd be surprised". They grimmaced at that notion slightly, "so ya wanna stay at mine then?", "...fine".

Despite relaxing on their sofa, after a slightly awkward audience on the bus and him getting even more drenched, he looked tense. "You want somethin'?", "nah I'm good". A slight gargle ratted him out, "a'ight fine!I ain't had nothin' since the funeral!". They stared at him with that familiar look of concern, "at least not a proper food". "So my supper then?", they raised a plastic container from the fridge as a sacrifice. "It good?", "eh, somethin' I'd like", "I don't wan' it".

After the mystery dish was plated up they stared it. "I definitely don't wan' it", "so...what cereal? don't gotta lot", "I'll just stick with the oxygen in this place". They looked around slightly. The place wasn't even that big to begin with, the bedroom was essentially the main room aside from the kitchen and bucket the landlord insisted was the 'toilet'. They'd tried to hide it with plants and random knickknacks but it just drove home how depressing the space was.

"Y'sure you don'-", "really I'm good, no way to tell I won't just be sick so...", "I mean it's nearly the weekend so ya can risk bein' a lil bit-". "I insist. "The wording took them aback slightly, "so just booze then?", "hell yeah!". "So...how come ya weren't in then?", "ya kiddin' workin' next to Spring Freddie?!". After an awkward change, they had flopped against Dave on the sofa. Legs slumped over the battered arms, "I didn't see ya there though", "I don't mean to offend but that guy PISSED me off! t's always fuggin'...vibes 'n shit with that guy". "Eh, just protective of the place", "it was one Goddamn firework!".

It had been way too long since they had heard Dave's morbid laugh. They flinched slightly but relaxed once he put an arm around their shoulder. "Godamnit I forgot how fuckin' funny ya were Sportsy!". "y'ain't mad?", "eh, I mean....". His upbeat facade faultered slightly as he thought about something.

"what up?", "...nothin' just thinking about how pissed he'd be right now", "what he hate me?", "eh, I mean he hated pretty much anyone who wasn't a help". He looked away, "nah, he just didn't like you that's all". He turned back, jabbing an elbow into Y/N's shoulder. "I'm more surprised I can see fun you!", "what I ain't fun sober?!", "nah the booze just makes ya get more vocal".

The sink drained as they stepped out the bathroom. Just as expected he was already lounging on the bed, "I feel like this'd be a better reason", "what?", "...nothin'". They nudged him over, draping the heated blanket over them. "Wanna swap?", "nah, 'll fall outta bed". He pressed up against their chest slightly, grinding his spine against their ribs, "...f'ne". They draped their arms around him, squeezing his chest as hard as they could. On command, their legs began tangling around his slightly. He instantly melted, the weight of his body dropping against them slightly. To complete he managed to move his neck, twisting it to them. "Not t'night...". He completely ignored the plea and planted his extensive neck against their chest.

"aww yeah...Sportsy pillow". He slurred his words slightly, the exhaust of the week finally taking it's toll. They sighed, petting his slightly squishy head.

They didn't really care if he smelt like shit and was, essentially, a stray. He was their's, and that's all that mattered.

#dsaf #dsaf dave miller x reader #dsaf dave miller

[rogue-durin-16]

Hello, hello! Not even joking, you seem like one the most sweet writers in BoB fandom and I feel comfortable enough to request something. The thing is that idk if you take this type of requests. I would like some hcs of George, Lieb, Malarkey and Shifty reacting to their s/o being a really good sniper, with a high kill count. If you take my request I wanna thank you so much in advance, if you don't, thank you anyway for writing for this fandom <3

Keep with the good work and take care! :)

A/N: Honestly this request warmed my heart so much that it momentarily pulled me out of the BoB writer's block. I don't usually do headcanons (mainly bc I'm not good at it) BUT I'm about to try. Also since idk what pronouns you go by, I'll stick to they/them (for the first time in forever damn). ALSO I LOVE YOUR PLAYLISTS, YOUR MUSIC TASTE IS FIRE. Enjoy love♥️

GEORGE LUZ

George had seen you shooting.

He knew you were one hell of a shot.

But you were so sneaky about it, that he couldn't help but be downright shocked to his core when you two land in Normandy.

He's all dazed and on edge because of the jump and the radio, and you go shooting everyone and their dog down, even before getting rid of the canopy.

And he's just like 👁️👄👁️

Luz was crushing before but now he thinks he may be in love.

He doesn't even have to use his gun, Jesus Christ let him shoot at least one (1) German soldier.

He thinks you're a literal angel— his angel, to be precise.

He tells everyone he's blessed because no bullet can get him while you're around.

This little shit is reckless, though, he's truly lucky that you find yourself around him at all times.

Maybe he is blessed.

Brags about you in such a ridiculous way that he might even get you in trouble.

"They can shoot that thing there with their eyes closed." Luz assures his friends, lazily pointing at some can he can't even see before turning to you. "Betcha 20 bucks."

He'd 100% lose money by doing this, because he does that a lot while y'all are drunk.

Will point at you every time some officer asks who's the best shot in the company.

Exaggerating your abilities as a hobby.

He pretty much thinks you're immortal, and honestly, no one can really blame him.

JOE LIEBGOTT

Lieb is kinda jealous, not gonna lie.

He's very much competitive —the way he flirts with you initially is by challenging you in everything— so you being literally one of the best shots in the company bothers him.

That jealousy gradually shifts to pride once you start to date.

He keeps a scarily accurate count of your kills.

You find about this in Bastogne, where you, McLung, Hoobler and Shifty talk about who's the best shot.

Lieb jumps into the conversation claiming that you're the best shot.

"Yeah, 'cause you're being objective, right Lieb?" Alley, who had overheard the conversation, teased from an adjacent foxhole.

"I'm being objective as fuck!" He yelled back at his friend, sitting down by your side before tossing his arm over your shoulders. "You know what's her kill count?" He asked to the men bickering with you.

They obviously denied with their heads.

You're about to say something like "probably around x", because you'd love to say you keep a good count of it, but you stopped after the Island, so now you worked with an approximate number.

Joe doesn't even let you open your mouth before cockily stating the exact fucking number of your kills.

You know it has to be right, because the number makes sense but goddamn???

That settles the conversation of who's the best sniper.

"You keep a better count than I do." You're meant to tease, but you just sound surprised.

"Well that's because I love rubbing that number in everyone's face. Gotta let 'em know I landed the best shot in the 506th."

He winks at you and he's out.

Smug motherf—

DON MALARKEY

Don is in awe the first time he sees you shoot at a target because what even is that accuracy????

This man thinks you're a God.

Like, he worships you and your abilities.

Looks up to you, 100%.

He cannot believe you said yes to go on a date with him once he plucked up the courage to ask you out.

You? With him?? Sounds fake but okay.

Loves to see you practice, Don is just mesmerized by how graceful and cool and easy you make it look.

Will protect you at all costs for 'for the sake of the company'.

Which is not a lie because Second platoon would have been massacred a couple of times already, had it not been for your ridiculously excellent aim.

But also it's because he loves you very much and knows snipers are an immediate target.

Much like Luz, Malark brags about you in a very much biased, inaccurate way.

He believes it, though (bless him).

"I bet they could take out four Krauts with one shot." He animatedly assures some B company fellow soldiers at a pub in England.

'Protection mode' intensifies after he loses Muck and Penkala, to the point that Speirs threatens to demote him if he "doesn't let their excellent sniper work their wonders".

Bear with him, he's very much aware of your talent, he's just worn out and on edge, and he cannot lose you.

SHIFTY POWERS

First time our observant little baby notices your aim, it's probably back in bootcamp. He and McLung were sneakily helping out the men with target practice so they could pass.

Shifty, being the sweetheart he is, installs himself besides you to shoot at your target.

When he's about to do it, though, he just freezes for a hot second because you're DESTROYING the target.

Bullseye everytime.

That draws a silly little smile on Shifty's face, who, mind you, may or may not have developed a crush on you on your first week at Toccoa.

Shifty telling his dad about you and your aim as soon as he can because he's impressed, in love, and swooning.

Dream team in the battlefield.

No one messes with you.

You two are like the sweetest people you can find, but also the deadliest.

Kill them with kindness, except it's literal.

A bit of competition never hurt anyone, so you two like to check who's got the higher kill count after a battle.

It's not the kind of competition that Liebgott would have with you, it's more of a "whoever had the higher kill rate is getting the most compliments".

Gifting each other pistols you find.

Shifty thinks you're wayyyy better than him.

You think otherwise.

Truth be told, you two are pretty much even in this area, you're just too humble to accept it.

#band of brothers fanfic #band of brothers fandom #band of brothers headcanons #don malarkey headcanons #george luz headcanons #joe liebgott headcanons #shifty powers headcanons #band of brothers request

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How does it feel writing the last chapter bossman? Also I’m gonna miss this fic, I’ve reread this fic at least 5 times this month alone, this fic is just simply the best, also I went back and read some of your AO3 notes specifically chapter 8, u mentioned the fic had maybe 2-3 chapters left at that point, I’m so glad u decided to pick it up afterward cause look at this fic now 😭😭😭 much love!

Guys ngl its really sad for me tbh, like when I said it was bittersweet I really did mean that.

I am happy to be finished with it because it means I actually did it! I set out to write the fic and I managed to do it!! Not only that, but I'm super proud of the way that its turned out and the world I've been able to create for it!

I feel like I've done the characters justice and I've created a universe and established relationships that I love and care about which is a very big deal to me! This also definitely has made me feel more confident in my writing abilities and the fact that I can actually write something this long (any other multi chaptered fic I've worked on had been usually left incomplete 🙃). It also just kinda tells me how much I'm into COD rn landjjfjfjf

But at the same time it is very sad/odd. I'm falling into a weird area as I finish this where its like...what do I work on now? Like do I try to start another multi-chaptered fic? I want to, but I'm scared I'll leave it incomplete like I've done others. So there's some weird kinda anxiety going on there (and general sadness cause I'm like knowing that I'll probably stop getting so many requests that are connected to sito)

But also its weird cause like I've dedicated the past three months of my life to this fic and now its over. And when I say dedicated like...I mean dedicated. I've tried to kinda skirt around it, but some of you guys have still kinda picked up on how quickly I update and how long the updates usually are. 7,000-9,000 words every 2-3 days is a lot to write super quickly and so most of, if not all, of my freetime over the past month has kinda been dedicated to this fic (a little sad but I'm anxious and going out is scary so)

So now that I don't have this to work on I'm kinda like 🧍what am I gonna do with all this free time??? And I'm also just generally sad that I won't get to write the SiTO versions of these characters as much anymore lol

Also yeah, lol, I definitely did not intend for this fic to end up being so long and I am legit so bad at telling how long my fics will be akfbbdbdjd

Like idk if I've mentioned this before, but when I first started writing SiTO I fully thought it was going to be a longer one-shot (like 15,000 words) and I refused to admit that it wasn't a one-shot until like 60,000 words in akfjfjjfjfbf (yes I did write over 60,000 words of this fic before posting any of it lol)

Then initially I was going to end the fic actually after the Ghost/Roach/Soap initial get together. Like Makarov was going to die during that chapter because at the time I vouldn't figure out how to justify Yuri being alive and him still having his memories (and I stone cold refused to kill Yuri so). Then I figured it out and went back and heavily heavily edited the arm injury chapter, the bar chapter, and the chapter where Roach and Makarov first talk so that it would all flow together for Makarov to come in as a bad guy!

Lots of things changed as I wrote them lol

#thoughts with luke #you asked luke #something in the orange