#Very funny and challenging suggestion anon!

[ragri5]

Please draw demo doing the “my eyes are looking at you” thing with his fingers at medic but when he points at his own eyes he holds up one finger and he points four fingers at medic

My guy won't get uber for a very, very, long, time․

[simplygojo]

How To Handle A Sulk...

author's note ⸺ Helloooo!!! I really liked this idea from the lovely 🫧 anon! tysm for requesting and I hope you like this blurb :) Grumpy Suguru is no match for the reader!

word count ⸺ 1.1k

pairing ⸺ Suguru Geto x reader

warnings ⸺ angsty suguru, pouty boy, invasions of personal space lowkey, funny reader (ofc), suggestive content, fem!pronouns used,

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You could tell Suguru was in one of those moods the moment you walked through the door.

He was perched on the couch, his dark hair pulled into a slightly messy bun, arms crossed over his chest. His legs sprawled out in front of him, taking up more than his fair share of the space, and an unmistakable grumpiness overshadowed his usual air of quiet confidence.

“Rough day?” you asked casually, setting your bag down on the counter.

He grunted in response, eyes glued to the TV. You glanced at the screen—a nature documentary you knew he wasn’t watching.

Uh-oh.

Suguru in a sulk wasn’t an everyday occurrence, but it happened often enough for you to know the signs: clipped responses, the way his lips pressed into a thin line, the furrow just above the bridge of his nose that deepened every time the narrator’s voice droned on about ocean predators.

You let him stew for a few minutes while you busied yourself in the kitchen, brewing tea the way he liked it. By the time you returned, balancing the steaming mug in one hand and your resolve to lighten the mood in the other, he hadn’t budged an inch.

“Alright, grumpy pants,” you announced, setting the tea on the coffee table with a small clink. “What’s eating you?”

“I’m fine,” he muttered, his baritone voice a touch sharper than usual.

“Uh-huh. Sure you are.”

Sliding onto the couch next to him, you folded your legs beneath you and leaned in slightly, resting your elbow on the back of the couch. 

His profile was as sharp as ever, jaw tight and lips faintly downturned, but the faintest pink dusted his ears—a telltale sign that his mood wasn’t as impenetrable as he wanted it to be.

“I mean, you’re obviously in a great mood,” you said breezily, resting your chin in your palm. “Sulking on the couch, ignoring your very sweet girlfriend who brought you tea. Definitely fine.”

His jaw twitched, and he finally turned to look at you, his dark eyes narrowed in a mix of irritation and challenge. “I’m not sulking.”

You gasped, mock-offended, your hand flying to your chest. “Oh no, of course not. You’re just brooding dramatically in silence. Completely different.”

He sighed, leaning back against the couch with an air of exasperation that was almost theatrical. 

His arms stayed firmly crossed, his muscles tensing under the fabric of his sweater.

You couldn’t help but smile. It was just so Suguru to sulk like this, to wrap himself in his mood and let it stew. But you also knew how to coax him out of it.

“Alright, big guy,” you said, shifting closer to him, your knee brushing against his thigh. “Let’s see if we can’t make you crack.”

He arched an eyebrow but didn’t move away as you placed your hand lightly on his chest, fingers grazing over the soft knit of his sweater.

“You’re too handsome to sit around pouting like this, you know. It’s practically a crime.”

He let out a soft huff, his eyes flicking back to the TV, but you caught the faintest twitch of his lips.

Undeterred, you leaned in, pressing a featherlight kiss to his cheek. “The perfect boyfriend package—handsome, smart, and broody. How did I get so lucky?” 

Suguru didn’t budge, his jaw tightening further as his eyes flicked back to the TV.

It was a deliberate move like he was determined to pretend your touch hadn’t fazed him.

His lack of reaction only fueled your determination.

“Hmm,” you hummed softly, leaning in closer, your lips brushing against his cheek again—this time just a little slower. 

“Not even a thank you? I’m sitting here, pouring my heart out about how irritatingly perfect you are, and you’re giving me nothing?”

Still, nothing. 

His expression remained stoic, his shoulders rigid, his eyes trained stubbornly on the screen as if the documentary about penguin migration was the most riveting thing in the world.

You tilted your head, a sly smile playing on your lips. 

“Alright,” you murmured, voice dropping just enough to make the words linger in the air, “guess I’ll just have to try harder.”

Your hand, which had been resting lightly on his chest, began a slow descent, grazing the soft fabric of his sweater as your fingertips skimmed over his stomach. 

You could feel the faintest twitch beneath your touch, the slightest shift in his breathing, but still, he didn’t look at you.

His silence was its own challenge, and you weren’t one to back down.

“You’re really going to ignore me?” you asked, your tone laced with playful disbelief as your hand drifted even lower, grazing his thigh—not quite enough to cross a line, but enough to make your intentions crystal clear.

For a moment, you thought you saw his lips twitch, a crack in his carefully constructed indifference.

But when you glanced up at his face, it was still set in that infuriatingly stoic expression, his dark eyes unyielding as they stared straight ahead.

“Oh, come on, Suguru,” you pressed, leaning in until your breath ghosted over the shell of his ear. “Don’t tell me you’ve gone completely cold on me.”

His fingers twitched where they rested on his knee, but he still didn’t look at you.

You sighed dramatically, shifting closer so that your thigh pressed against his.

“Fine, be that way,” you murmured, brushing your lips against his jaw this time, slow and deliberate.

That did it.

It wasn’t much—just the faintest intake of breath, the smallest flicker in his eyes—but it was enough to tell you that his calm façade was slipping.

Suguru stiffened immediately, his head snapping toward you, the flush on his ears now spreading to his cheeks. 

“Y/n—” he started, his voice lower and warning, but the slight crack at the end of his sentence betrayed him.

You smirked, tilting your head innocently as your fingers lingered, not quite touching him but enough to make him squirm. “Hmm? Something wrong?”

He narrowed his eyes, but the blush creeping across his face told you everything you needed to know. You pressed another kiss to his cheek, softer this time, your lips lingering just long enough to make his breath hitch.

“You’re insufferable,” he muttered, but his voice had lost its edge, the irritation melting into something quieter, more vulnerable.

“And you love it,” you teased, finally moving your hand away to rest against his arm instead.

His muscles were tense under your touch, but as you ran your fingers along his forearm, you felt him slowly relax.

A moment passed before he sighed again, this time less dramatic and more resigned. “You’re lucky you’re cute,” he mumbled, glancing at you from the corner of his eye.

“Oh, I know,” you said brightly, leaning your head on his shoulder. He didn’t pull away, and you smiled against the soft fabric of his sweater, satisfied with your small victory.

It wasn’t long before you felt his arm wrap around you, pulling you closer…

Yeah, grumpy Suguru didn’t stand a chance against you.

[venusbby]

haiii idk if ur doing rq but-

can u pls do bllk bois with their kids and wife🙏maybe them attending a game or going out and the public/media recognises them or something and blah blah blah they become the talk of the town cuz of their resemblance or something like that🤷‍♀️idk just a suggestion, it's entirely up to u. i just want some fluffy family moments😭

do whoever u want and can, and it's a-okay if u can't or don't wanna do it😭👍

p.s if u end up doing it can u pls give the kids names🥹

ok i'll stfu now🫶

family time !!

🍂 characters/pairings: itoshi sae, mikage reo, itoshi rin x reader (seperate ofc)

🍂 warnings: ages of the kids are not specified (sorry idk how kids work sorry), nicknames like "ma" and "mommy" and "mom" used for reader, sae is the best hubby ever, reo is spoiling his daughter left and right, rin almost curses (almost!!), mention of paparazzi in rin's part, reader tears up a little at the end of rin's part (not angst, don't worry)

🍁 note: here u go anon!!!! im so so so sorry for making you wait for so long. your idea was adorable!!! i hope this makes up for it <3333 thank you for requesting. also i don't know the first thing about kids. like i genuinely don't know what 7 year olds are like. its so funny. pls help anyways enjoy

🍁 what would it be like to have a family with.... ITOSHI SAE?

"kenji, let's stay quiet."

"but... why? it's morning."

"because your mom is sleeping, and we shouldn't disturb others when they're sleeping."

oh, how difficult it was to keep your lips pressed in a straight line and keep your breath steady— when you could clearly feel two pairs of eyes on your sleeping form. sleeping on your side while facing these two was such a challenge.

sae's voice was incredibly low as he spoke to your son, words coming out raspy from how hard he tried to avoid waking you up. the constant shuffling of your son in the middle of the bed made your hands itch with the urge to ruffle his hair, even when your eyes were closed.

you felt another shift, this time a gentle finger pushing away a strand of your hair behind your ear. you'd recognise the touch anywhere, anyhow.

"ma is really pretty." you heard kenji mumble quietly. (that too at the softest volume ever, because he listens to his father and definitely wouldn't want to interrupt your sleep.)

"she is very pretty," sae sighed, staring at your relaxed face, eyes trailing from your eyelashes to your slightly parted lips as you breathed out. "she works hard for us every day, you know?"

your eyes slightly shifted once he said that, and you hoped he didn't notice.

you heard kenji whisper to his dad. "she's not really sleeping, is she?"

he whispered back to him. "nope, we will just wait until she gives up."

you fluttered your eyes open right after. your son giggled loudly and flung himself in your embrace, dragging the sheets underneath his body along with him. sae usually made the bed afterwards, anyway. "i knew it!"

"good morning, ken." you softly kissed the top of his head, flattening down the wild strands of red hair that became messy due to his weird sleeping positions. while your son gave you a very cheerful 'good morning' back, your gaze shifted towards your husband, who was already staring at you with his lips pressed in a line which almost looked like a small smile. "good morning, sae."

"good morning. we are too smart to fall for your tricks, just so you know." sae took your hand, pressing his lips against your soft skin. "did you sleep well?"

you nodded with a sleepy smile on your face. kenji whipped up his head from your chest to look as well, and he smiled too when he realised that you had gotten the rest you deserved after your long family trip yesterday.

sae calmly shifted out of the bed. he stretched, muscles still sore from how long he had to drive the previous day. he looked back at the cute sight of the two most important people in his life, eyes softening. "hey, ken. why don't you help me cook something for ma? you know what she likes for breakfast."

"i know, let's go!"

you watched sae quietly leave the bedroom with your excited son running after him, right on his footsteps, your heart swelling with love and your face bright with a smile.

for you, this is the best way to wake up.

🍁 what would it be like to have a family with... MIKAGE REO?

"baby, are you ready yet?" reo asked.

"almost! are you both already done?"

once you wore your earrings, you swiftly turned to look at reo standing in the bedroom's doorway along with your daughter.

as expected, they were completely ready, with reo in his casual (yet obviously expensive) clothes, your lovely daughter wearing a dress which reached below her knees.

a dress that you certainly don't remember buying for her.

your eyes shifted towards the culprit.

"sora, baby, who got you this dress?" your voice was soft, yet your eyes still stayed on the male who didn't show an ounce of guilt on his pretty face.

she noticed your behaviour and sheepishly pointed to her father, her giggles barely contained.

"okay, i did.. just an hour ago." reo admitted, then looked down at sora, a pout on his face. "you promised you wouldn't say anything!"

she shook her head, running towards you. with heels on, you felt so much taller, and your little kid felt so much tinier. you lifted your hand up for a high five, which was returned by sora immediately. "that's my girl."

reo's pout deepened. he walked towards you too. "hey, i deserve a high five too, sora. didn't i play with you while your mommy was busy getting ready?"

you rolled your eyes playfully, making sure your daughter didn't see. she was in her mimicking age at the moment, you would regret it if she rolled her eyes at any and everything you or your husband said.

reo leaned in for a quick kiss that you granted him, "you look beautiful. both of you do."

"you don't look too bad yourself," you mumbled, sending him a wink, which made his heartbeat speed up. even after all these years.

reo snapped his fingers as you all left the bedroom, gaining the attention of your daughter who was focused on fiddling with the material of your jeans. he asked her in hopes that she'd remember, "what are we going to do today?"

"the ball game!"

"it's... it's called football." reo chuckled at her cuteness, letting her tiny hand slip into his as he bent down slightly to carefully walk down the stairs with her. you followed after them, making sure to check that all the lights on the top floor were off before making it downstairs.

"yeah, football! you play that, right?"

"yes, i do! my sora is so smart!"

you smiled unknowingly behind them, noticing your husband's wide grin. you knew how much it meant to him when your daughter showed interest in football. although he wanted her to decide her own likes and dislikes, he wasn't going to let her inherit a company if she didn't want to— and yes, those thoughts are pretty early on since she's still a toddler, but you know that your husband overthinks. he just wants her to like football so she can have a hobby that she likes.

reo and sora continued to walk outside hand in hand, towards the parking lot.

you called out to your husband while checking the house once more, mentally going through the things you carried in your purse just in case you missed anything. "reo, you better not let her choose one of the cars by saying eenie meenie minie mo or else—"

"too late, our ride has already been chosen!" your husband yelled happily from outside, his laugh echoing loudly as you came outside to find your daughter already seated in her favorite car of the day.

"you are so in trouble," you shook your head as you made your way to the car together. your husband shrugged, "let her have some fun, babe. and i'm absolutely fine with being in trouble." he gave you one of those smiles, earning another eyeroll.

🍁 what would it be like to have a family with... ITOSHI RIN?

"why can't they just leave us the fu- leave us alone when we're with 'kio?" rin huffed, setting down his car keys on the coffee table as you entered the house. your son was already running up the stairs and into your shared bedroom to play with his toys while you and your husband lingered behind him.

"it's alright, rin. calm down." you spoke softly, patting him on the back as you went into the kitchen for a glass of water. he followed. "i just don't get it. we deserve privacy too."

"they weren't bothering us, you know that."

"...i know." he sighed.

"in fact, i just saw an article on the way home. people are going crazy because akio has your eyes, it's so funny." you tried to lighten the mood, succeeding when rin leaned in to look at the article on your phone that you showed him.

he sighed once again, eyeing the picture of the both of you walking on the street with your son in the middle, who had an excited smile on his face while he was looking at you. "he really does have my eyes. and your hair."

you hummed and caressed rin's cheek, soothing him with your quiet voice. "it's no big deal, baby. we can handle the paparazzi."

just then, your son was rushing down the stairs again, blooming with energy from the wonderful lunch you guys had half an hour ago. "i wanna go out again!"

you watched as rin made his way over to akio, seeing him bend down to come eye to eye with the child.

rin observed akio's eyes, finding the resemblance that the public was talking about. a feeling of pride took over his heart. he ruffled the boy's hair. "we will go out again tomorrow. wanna play in the pool for now?"

"only if mom comes too!!"

rin turned his head to look at you, raising his eyebrows in question. he smiled slightly when you nodded and walked towards them.

"of course i'll come! i just need to change. why don't you and your dad go ahead?" you cooed, admiring the two sets of teal eyes that stared at you with admiration and love, akio's being much rounder and bigger than rin's. your husband hummed in agreement.

"let's go, 'kio. i'll give you your favourite floatie."

your son followed after rin as they made their way towards the pool in the backyard, rin sliding the huge glass doors aside to let more of the warm sunlight in.

you knew the pool would calm both of the boys down. it had been a long time since you enjoyed some sun as well. you grinned to yourself as you made your way upstairs to change into some swimming-appropriate clothes, making sure to take some time in order to let akio have some son and father bonding time with his dad.

they were so identical. it was as if a piece of rin was present in akio, and a piece of akio was present in rin. both of them reminded you of each other.

once you came back downstairs, you quietly sneaked a glance towards the boys outside, hearing their muffled voices.

"oh, so you want to play like this?" rin said. the grin on his face made your eyes sting ever so slightly. he splashed some water towards your laughing son who waved his hands around to protect himself from the water.

this is exactly how you imagined rin to be a few years ago, and even though he didn't believe in himself much as a soon-to-be father that time— you knew he had found his safe place now.

[ghosts-cant-sleep]

Heeeeyyy, never requested anything but i think i'll give it a shot because i really like the way you write! You're really talented :]

Mayhaps a simon "ghost" riley x male reader? Reader is very provocative and loves getting reactions out of people, no matter if they are amused chuckles or annoyed groans. BUT Ghost is a brick wall and reader sees it as a challenge? Im sure your beautidul mind will come up with something interesting!

May i have the "🦇" as my anon emoji? (If its not taken of course!)

Thanksss, have an amazing day/night!

you can whistle for it

simon 'ghost' riley x male! reader warnings: idk how spotting works im just basing it off of that one american sniper scene kinda, suggestive innuendos, stupid jokes, not proofread, notes: i love specific anons sm :3 yall r so cute :3 ofc u can have 🦇 :3 lysm :3

fem dni.

"Y'know, Lieutenant, I've been thinking-"

"I doubt that."

"-You, me, alone under the stars... It's pretty romantic, don't'cha think?"

"No."

A heavy sigh pushes past [Name]'s lips, hia breath blooming into a faint mist of white, fading into the deep blues of the sky hanging high above them.

The snow crunches bellow his elbows with every breath, laying thick over the plantlife. Frost coated the leaves that shrouded the pair, snowfall left the branches bending under the weight, there wasn't even a peep from the local fauna.

And oh god, what he wouldn't give to be warm like them, huddled in a burrow, coat all he'd need to keep warm. Instead, he was left in thick, stiff winter gear, the cruel wind biting at the tip of his nose in spite of the fleece-lined gaiter.

Hell, he was surprised his rifle wasn't crusted in ice.

He wasn't surprised, however, to deduce that the poor weather seemed to reflect on his lieutenant's mood, as if being stuck on overwatch for hours on end wasn't bad enough.

[Name] laid with his cheek resting on the stock of his gun, index finger lazily tapping against the trigger gaurd to some unrecognized rhythm.

And Ghost was right beside him, nearly hyper focused on spotted. Each had their eyes trained on their respective scopes, and both were miserable.

Aching backs, necks swiftly growing sore, eye's dry, lips cracking, and faces all kn all feeling like they'd be ready to freeze off any moment now. And that's not even mentioning that this was the fourth time Ghost had essentially requested [Name] shut his mouth in the past thirty minutes they'd been in the field, which was frustrating enough for both of them.

And excuse him for not wanting to waste his night sulking in silence, but making the best out of a less than steller situation didn't seem to be something Ghost was capable of.

It was charming, in its own annoying little way-- the relentless chatter and constant quips and jokes, even if they sometimes boarded on ridiculously unprofessional. Whether it be an annoyed groan, a flustered chuckle, or a reluctant smile masked with a roll of their eyes, his little antics never failed to coax out some reaction.

Almost never.

And in all honesty, this self inflicted, fruitless journey to get so much as a scoff out of Ghost wasn't even the point anymore. Sure, to be met with anything other than stubborn apathy would be a breath of fresh air, not to mention satisfying after so long of any and all jokes, swipes, and thinly veiled innuendo being shut down with little remorse would be a delight. But now? [Name] just wanted something to distract himself from the cold that clung to his skin.

So, as always, to Ghost's dismay, he gives it another go.

Dispite himself, another sigh is huffed out. He glances over to Ghost, the sight of something other than his reticle feeling foreign.

"So..." He starts, situating his sights back to his scope. "You got a girlfriend or anything?"

He found the idea a little funny. The image of this big, stoic man holding hands or otherwise being sweet on some pretty little lady.

There's a stretch of silence, expectantly so, and [Name]'s already racking his brain for something-- anything, to say next.

"No."

The low rumble of Ghost's voice takes him by surprise, but it'd be foolish to dwell on it long. An answer's an answer.

"Figured," [Name] mutters out, adjusting the grip on his gun, rolling out shoulders in an attempt to ease the discomfort that's begun to festerbetweenhia shoulder blades. "Does that mean you're up for grabs then?"

Only the whistle of wind responds this time.

"I'll take that as a maybe." He might as well have been aimlessly talking to himself. Hell, that would've been more entertaining than this.

"Y'know, I'm sure deep down you do think I'm funny." Told you; relentless. Still, despite the smile hidden behind his mask and the slightly forced crinkle in his eye, [Name] couldn't quite hide the irritation growing thick in his own throat.

"I think you're a distraction," Ghost is swift to correct, his balaclava doing little to hide the annoyance in his tone. "A liability if you're not careful, so do shut up."

[Name] can't help but shake his head, a sharp huff pulling from his throat. Sure Ghost was his superior, and by no means were they supposed to be all buddy-buddy with one another. But jesus fucking christ, would it hurt to crack smile. Hell, even Price offers a pitty laugh on the rare occasion.

"It wouldn't kill you to have some damn fun one in a while." The words leave his mouth before his can think better of it, tounge sharp.

"It might," Ghost is quick to retort with just as much bite. For the first time since they settled down, his eyes leave the spotter, sending a well received warning glare [Name]'s way. "Give it a rest, yeah?"

Be it the weather, the job, a wave of bravery, or simply just [Name]'s long overdue annoyance reaching its peak, he, in fact, does not give it a rest.

"It's like you're scared of saying something interesting for once."

"Maybe I'll let you chew on some lead to shut you up. That interesting enough?"

"Christ."

Every stretch on silence is near unbearable. It feels like even the wind still in these moments. [Name] would prefer a constant flood of berating and hardly enjoyable banter from Ghost far more than this.

The tension of the moment breifly lingers before it disapates just as swiftly as it had arrived, the tension in [Name]'s chest easing. He lets out a soft breath, his grip adjusts, his elbows sink furth into the snow.

"Well-" Ghost interjects with gruff sigh, "-Soap told me you like jokes."

"Did he, now?"

"Where do generals keep their armies?"

"Up their sleevies."

"God dammit, Ghost."

[Name] purses his lips, effectively splitting it down the center, the heat from the sting made all the worse by the every present chill. He had more pressing matters to worry about. "Why do snipers aim with one eye closed?"

"Sergeant."

"Humor me-- just this once, and I swear I'll shut up for the rest of the night." An obvious lie. However, Ghost doesn't try to correct it. "...Why do snipers aim with one eye closed?"

"...Why?"

"If they closed both, they wouldn't be able to see."

Yet another discontent sigh leaves Ghost's mouth. But, [Name] could've sworn he almost heard a smile forcing its way onto Ghost's face as he spoke. "Now are you done?"

[Name]s response isn't instantaneous. His head lifts from the small of the stock, gaze leaving the scope and finding Ghost beside him.

Ghost was still, near statuesque if it weren't for the soft puffs of breath that seeped through the thick knit of his mask. [Name] knew Ghost liked being behind the trigger more than anything, but he was sure Ghost's ego swelled, even if just a tad, over being the one chosen to spot instead.

Only when Ghost's eyes meet [Name]'s does he retreat back to his scope. Still, he let's his stiff face pull into a grin. "Say whatever you want, but I think I am starting to get to you, Lieutenant."

"Oh, piss off." This time, he hears Ghost shift around in place, a tired groan accompaning the shifting of snow beneath him. "Just quiet down before I show you how to put that mouth of yours to good use for once."

"Awe, c'mon now, you-- huh?"

[mysilaan]

What’s sleeping with the Touchstarved LIs like? Nothing sexual. Just. Sleeping lol eepy pals

I like imagining Ais moving in his sleep BUT you only get to notice that once you wake up lol (he’s curled up in the corner of your bed fast asleep with the blanket at his feet) ALSO BIG BUT!!!!! That’s only if he’s not cuddling you to sleep (smth he does often). Only then will he sleep sound and motionless. He doesn’t give a shit if his arm falls asleep. GIVE HIM CUDDLES.

Sleeping with Leander is just with him standing in the corner of the room. Unblinking. Covered in the shadows. He Does Not Sleep. He’s normal though, I swear :-) :-) jk I love to have this man.

HELLO ANON

Hope you’re good! I love this request… I don’t know if Ais sleeps actually… But if he does I’m sure he’s a light sleeper. For Leander that guy might as well be dying from lack of sleep LMAO

For the other LIs… Kuras definitely doesn’t sleep, I think Mhin is pretty paranoid so I’m imagining they have a lot of nightmares, or insomnia… For Vere, idk why but he gives off the vibe of the heavy sleeper: he’s 100% taking all the place in the bed and is impossible to wake up against his will… Well, basically a cat.

BUT I did write a little something about Ais (and a small part about Leander) because your ideas were funny to write, I had to…

After blood, sweat and tears it's finally here... And I can't not thank @aiscapades for helping me edit the text (most of the prettiest sentences are their...) if you ever write something I'll definitely devour it because you sublimed this headcanon...

Enjoy!! 🫶

TOUCHSTARVED HEADCANON🍒

Ais and Leander centered

⭐

The ambiance at the Wet Wick that night was quite festive, as it almost always was, but it was particularly noisy this time. The barman didn’t have a second to rest; every minute, someone went to the bar to order another drink. You were seated with Leander and Ais in a corner of the tavern, the three of you sharing a drink or several... The mood between you was light. Leander and Ais were lightheartedly sharing some death threats as usual, while you were listening to them, a grin on your face. You were pretty wasted because of all the drinks Leander suggested you try, while Ais was giving you a disapproving glance.  It felt kind of awkward to be the only drunk one around the table you thought while partially listening to whatever they were saying. You didn’t like being treated like an idiot, so you stopped the boys in one of their quarrels by slamming your hand in the center of the table. “Why am I the only one who can’t hold my drink here? I find it pretty unfair. Why did you make me drink so much?” Ais raised an eyebrow. “I don’t think it’s about how badly you hold your drink, but much more because of how many of those weird drinks you got from Leander.” That remark made you pretty upset, and Leander’s laughter turned your cheeks more red than they already were. “I can’t refuse a challenge!” “Yeah, that’s the problem,” Ais added. Leander leaned over the table to get his face closer to yours. “You know, I’m pretty impressed you’re still alive with all that you drank.” You didn’t know if he was serious or not. The smile on his face could be a hint of sarcasm or genuine amazement… You were too drunk to guess which one it was anyway, so you started joking. “Oh babe… You know it’s hard to get rid of me.” “Really…?” Leander answered with a smirk on his face. The tension between the two of you started getting heavier… Did he want to make out with you or kill you? You had no idea, and you would never be able to know as Ais pulled Leander back on his chair by the collar of his jacket. “If you want to mate so badly, the room’s upstairs.” “We’re not animals,” you simply said. “Are you, Sparrow?” He grinned widely, proud of his teasing. “Har har. Very funny. I already told you to stop calling me that!” “Make me.” His lips were pulled back in a wide grin, his amusement giving a clear view of his fangs.

A sudden thought that you couldn’t restrain, popped in your head. Your alcoholised mind was making it hard for you to process any coherent thought, so you simply stood up and looked straight in Ais’ eyes. “Come.” You turned your head toward Leander, and stared at him in a weird way for a few seconds as if you wanted to tell him something by telepathy. But you didn't add any further clarification. Instead, you stood up from the table and made your way up the tavern stairs. “What the fuck…" Ais breathed, dumbfounded.  The two boys sat in silence for a while, gazes locked across the table, before Ais got up and joined you upstairs. The place was barely lit by a single candle in the corner of the room. Ais closed the door behind him before asking: “What’s wrong with you?” You took him by the shoulders to make him sit on your bed… But as strong as he was, there wasn't much you could do to actually make him do that. “Please, sit.” He raised an eyebrow. “I don’t receive orders.” Though, when you tried to push him on your bed once again, he did sit. You were now face to face. His towering height usually made it hard for you to make eye contact, but you could do it effortlessly now. You climbed on the bed yourself, placing your knees at both extremities of his body, now placing yourself over him. You took his face between your hands and looked at it in detail from beneath you. He had a captivating red gaze, surrounded by pretty, long eyelashes. Long, dark strands of hair cut across his face, bisecting it just along his nose, but you still knew the angles of his features well. From the scar on his left eyebrow to his defined jawline, you looked at everything there was to see on his face. “Getting an eyeful, Sparrow?” You reddened. Sitting here next to him, you only now realized just how heavy your body felt from all those drinks. You swayed forward some, accidentally nudging Ais, which just sent him further down to the bed. Your face found a spot against his neck, and you inhaled a breath. He smelled good: his scent was a mix of cigarette, what seems to be some cologne and a bit of all the alcohol he drank earlier. Your heart started beating faster and you prayed for him not to notice. He couldn’t know you had feelings for him. It’s at this moment that his hands tensed on your shoulders, in an attempt to pull you back.

“Hey, get off. You’re clearly drunk.” But you didn't answer, nor did you move. He held firm, raising his voice a bit as he said once more, "Sparrow." What should've been an inquisitive prompt was instead flattened into a curt demand for a response.  He started to maneuver you onto your back, intending to just let you fall gently into the mattress, but he froze mid-action.  "You can't be serious..." he muttered, eyes wide.  You were sound asleep, still clinging to his arm. Ais sighed out of frustration one more time, asking himself what to do. But he didn’t think about it much longer. “Well… Let’s just stay here for tonight.” He put himself under the sheets, covering you with them at the same time.

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You were cold. Goosebumps lined the flesh of your body. You slowly woke up, searching for your blanket. When you finally felt its fabric under your fingers, you grabbed it to cover yourself, but a stronger pull on the other edge of it almost tore your arm apart (once again…). You sat up on your bed with a start and gasped when you saw who was at the other edge. “What the… Ais?” What was he doing in your bed? Your first move was to look at how you were dressed, and when you noticed that you still had on the clothes you wore yesterday, you let out a relieved sigh. Ais got immediately woken up when you spoke and looked at you with annoyance. “Keep it down, would you?” “Hey! You’re the one in my room, stealing my blanket. What are you doing here?” But instead of answering, his head snapped toward something in the middle of the room. It was still dark outside, so it was hard for you to see what got his attention. “What is it?!” you asked, panicked. When your eyes finally adapted to the bit of light the moon was offering, a scream escaped from your mouth. “What the fuck?!” Leander was there, sat on a chair, feet laid on the low table of your bedroom. His arms were crossed and he was simply looking at the two of you from where he was, unblinking. “Is he… sleeping with his eyes open?” you asked Ais. But he didn’t answer. Leander did. “No, I’m awake.” He surprised you once more, and you let out another brief, startled scream. “Since when are you here?!” “Oh. Four hours maybe?” Your jaw dropped. How could he answer that with such casualness? “What… When do you sleep?” Leander got up from his chair and opened the door with a smile. “I don’t.” He left you completely agape. It wasn’t the first time Leander was giving off such strange vibes, but the more you got to know him, the weirder he was to you. When you turned toward Ais to ask him if what happened was a normal thing from Leander, you noticed he disappeared too. “Well…” You couldn’t find it in you to get back to sleep after what happened, and you stayed awake until you could see the sun rise. You told yourself that maybe you should talk to Kuras about what just happened; he was the most ‘normal’ one of this weird group, and you were going to need something for your hangover anyway… You’ll remember to lock your door next time.

[tubbytarchia]

For theee evil art style thing

I think the style you have is very like soft and round edges, clean lineart, very expressive eyes and slightly dull colors (cause the slightly dull really helps the colors work harmoniously), I feel like for the evil art style you could try like sharp edges, kinda messy lineart, perhaps eyes that aren’t expressive, and very bright colors

(I just have to add that I love your style and I feel so bad saying all this cause it feels like I’m picking apart your style, JUST WANTED TO SAY THAT I ADORE IT AND I REALLY WANTED TO MAKE THAT CLEAR cause when I talked abt the expressive eyes it feels like I’m saying I hate them and I absolutely do NOT I love them so much)

I wasn't gonna answer these anon suggestions (only mention them when I actually get to drawing) but I will because of the last part GDSAGHSD IT'S FINE ANON DONT WORRY ABOUT IT!!! MAKE THINGS DIFFICULT AND CHALLENGING FOR ME PLEASE, HELL YEAH!!!

I will say "eyes that aren't expressive" is SO funny to me. I cant wait to have to draw someone with the most dead, glazed over fish eyes I can manage. That might just be the most difficult part lmao I don't know how I'll manage but I'm excited to try!! Thank you anon, I won't take any of these suggestions negatively, I asked for them so dont be afraid to list as many things as you can think of! Thank you so much kind anon!!

[yooniesim]

any suggestions for becoming a sims based blog? I used to do it back in the hayday of sims 3 but it's been YEARS and I still absolutely love making sims, but I'm too shy and nervous to interact with the community ;;;

hi nonny! this is a complicated question that I'm not sure I'm the best person to ask lol but let me try it out. I think I'm gonna separate it into two parts for ease of reading. And sorry if it's a bit more cynical than you probably expected. I've just learned a lot i wish I had done from the start, lol. So here we go.

Sims content

Post whatever tf you feel like. If you love making sims, post the hell outta them and don't worry about what anyone thinks. There's no one perfect type of content to appeal to everyone; the community is made up of a million smaller niche ones. Editors, sim makers, gameplayers, storytellers, cc makers, etc. If you're passionate about it, you'll find people that love your posts. So don't worry too much.

Don't get too hung up on editing, if you want your pics to look "better" then use gshade/reshade and/or simple psd actions to your liking. Don't let it get stressful cos it ain't worth it. If you don't enjoy editing, don't do it at all. (I wrote more about how I edit & make it easier in this post)

Try your very best not to worry about notes. I know it's hard. Everyone wants their stuff to be seen, but when it comes to engagement on here, you're aiming for quality over quantity. A few awesome mutuals commenting on your stuff is way better than 600 silent likes. Also, having more attention sucks bc it brings the vile swamp rats out of their holes to see what shit they can stir up. The brief serotonins aint worth it. Just aim to find a few cool ppl to talk about your sims with cos thats all that matters.

If you want, find bachelor/ette or similar challenges ppl are doing and submit sims for them. And once you get some mutuals/followers, open sim requests so you can make sims for people. It's super fun and awesome to see your sims in other people's games! And you don't have to talk too much if you don't feel like it, but it's an easy way to get involved with others.

Social stuff & safety

Comment on peoples posts often if you like them. Engage with ppl. Reblog posts you see you like but don't really have any reblogs. I know you said you're shy but, this is most of the way to actual have mutuals that enjoy talking to you and comment on your stuff as well. You can just not talk if you want but it'll make it harder to have any engagement unless you're really good at edits or cc making.

Don't get involved with drama/discourse, it means nothing and amounts to nothing. If you're going to boost someone else's post, look into it first and look for evidence that it's even true before you reblog. If people hate on you in your inbox, block the anon and don't respond even to laugh at them. Block anyone that gives you bad vibes. They look at you funny, breathe wrong, use a color you don't like. Block. If anyone tries to start shit with you, block & completely ignore them & don't comment on it. It hurts, but there's nothing you can do about it, and people will move on if you ignore them.

Don't reveal any personal info about yourself on here or to anyone in DMs. Don't use your real name. Don't have anything connected to your other socials. Don't trust anyone on here with your vulnerable emotions, past trauma, etc. And don't say anything in DM you wouldn't feel comfortable with everyone else on the internet potentially seeing.

If you pledge to people on patreon, be aware that your email will show up on their end when you do. Dont use your real name as your patreon username.

If simblr is causing you stress, you feel like your mental health is suffering, take breaks. Log off or delete the app for a while.

And... I think that's all I can think of for now. If there's anything else detailed you wanna ask about feel free. But these are just my general thoughts. Good luck, nonny :)

[bonesandthebees]

Strings of fate chapter 9!!

Goodness I am so late. I need to catch up with your updates. A new chapter of glass and your Mermay fic (congrats on the 3-year streak btw!)

But anyway I am here to sing my praise to you Bee so get ready!

I love how you described the missing piece in Tommy's life. He doesn't remember Wilbur but there is still a sadness that lingers with the loss of him and the life he lived as Wilbur. And I like how Tommy describes it as a bother lol

Tubbo and Ranboo are very understanding. It's sweet to see them try and help Tommy sort out his dream situation. Even though what Tommy is telling them sounds a bit strange they still try to provide possible explanations. Like Ranboo suggesting that Tommy's unfulfillment comes from his mother's absence.

Jack and cellphone Niki lets gooo!!! I savor every rocket duo moment you give us. I love them so much<3

It's a bit sad that Tommy doesn't recognize Jack. It was more deja vu than anything for him. It's alright though. I'm sure they will have plenty of time to get to know each other! And this time Tommy won't need to impersonate Wilbur:)

Techno too! Ah yes. Bedrock bros. It never fails to make me smile. Just the mental image of this calm, sarcastic dude interacting with a kid that excessively curses and threatens to punch his face is just so funny. And then Tommy just thanks him after! It's wonderful

I'm so proud of Tommy! He got accepted into the university he wanted most!

But despite that, he still feels like he is missing something. Something important. or perhaps...someone????

And then of course he sees Wilbur. Ughhghdhdh gosh Bee!! This is when it hit me that strings is finally coming to an end.

I like how your ending is different from the movie's. Don't get me wrong I still think it was a good way to end the movie. It's just that yours feels a bit more complete with the boys talking about their dreams and the missing pieces in their lives.

Oh and the relief! They found each other and it's so satisfying! They hug and get all the sweet sappy stuff that we all love out of the way before falling back into their natural banter and insults.

brothers <33 i could not agree more

thank you so much for this fic bee! i know how difficult it was for you to push through and finish it! we appreciate all the hard work that you put into writing it<3

now im off to get caught up on the new stuff you've posted! you're amazing as always!!

-🧭

compass anon hello!!! yes I have been busy with posting lately lol I'm going out of town next week so I'm trying to get my posting in gear because I'm definitely not getting any writing done while i'm gone

(it's very surreal to think that I now have a 3 year streak of mermay even if the first one only counts on a technicality like wtf how has it been that long)

describing the missing part of tommy's life as very challenging because tommy couldn't be too specific about it but at the same time his subconscious knows exactly what happened so it could be specific? kind of? it was a very hazy space to work with and that made it fun to write about tommy's mindset after everything

tubbo and ranboo are just trying to make their buddy feel better so he doesn't run off to the abandoned ruins of a city that got destroyed by a comet again

yeah jack and niki lets gooooo!! unfortunately yeah tommy couldn't recognize jack, but he'll definitely get to know him and niki both all over again now that he's found wilbur and wilbur will no doubt introduce him to his friends and family. everyone in their respective circles are gonna have deja vu meeting the other since they were literally impersonating each other for so long lol

I had so much fun writing that bedrock bros bit the two of them have the best banter

even though everything is going right for tommy he's still missing something... someone...

yeah I didn't want to make the ending exactly like the movies. while I love the movie with my whole heart, and I understand why the end is the way it is, I do wish we'd gotten slightly more. just an extra five minutes or so to see mitsuha and taki talking to each other. again, I understand why they didn't and I don't think it's a flaw on the movie's end at all, but it was something I knew I didn't wanna do for this fic. I wanted to give the brothers a more tied up sort of ending

I didn't want them to completely remember each other because I feel like that would just defeat the purpose of forgetting in the first place. but I wanted to get that deja vu "have we met before?" kind of vibe, and the knowledge that something happened between them in the past even if they can't fully know what it was. it doesn't matter if they can't remember everything, because they know they're the other half they've been searching for for so long. the brothers have found each other and that's what's important.

tysm i'm so glad you enjoyed!! I seriously got to a point where I almost abandoned it several times so I'm very glad I didn't, especially bc now I get to see all your kind words about it!! so ty guys <3

[lorainelegacy]

It’s funny that you think it’s one person “obsessed” with you and not people who see your stuff in tags and on their for you page. And yeah, the grandpa dick made it to my home page too. So it’s 100% against my will and not being “obsessed” with you like you think everyone is.

But as anon said, you are so hypocritical. You’ve never once said people can like a version of Sebastian in their head that isn’t 16. You’re just attacking people who like Sebastian all together no matter the circumstances, if they age him up, even if they are the same age as him and for what? To make yourself feel better or something? And when called out on it, you say “no I mean just people who like the game Sebastian!” First, no. You never said that, only backflipped when you got challenged for attacking half the fandom and second, you said yourself, it’s fiction and you can do what you want so why can’t everyone else? It was the 1890s, if they were real, Sebastian would be dead. Just like Grandpa Fig. Would Sebastian be 16 forever?

Fig was once 16, by that logic. Disgusting that you sexualise him because he was once a child too. Ugh.

Do you understand how fucking ridiculous you sound? Just accept you get off on a fucked up ship and own it like you’ve been told instead of moving the earth and the stars to try and make it okay.

Also, throwing slurs around, you must be a lovely person!

What the hell do I care if people like Sebastian!? You're saying things I've never said. I don't care if people like Sebastian, or Ominis, or any of the characters. I have only said that I do not think it is right that an adult person is attracted to a boy who is a minor and who physically also looks underage. That's all I've said. It's just that you have a VERY hard head and you don't understand it. I imagine that all of you (well, now I feel flattered knowing that you are more than one) share the same neuron not to understand something so simple.

I don't care that people like Sebastian, he's a great character like everyone else. And no, I've never backed down, I've always had things very clear and I'm not afraid of some kids from the fandom attacking me, I think you are adorable in fact. You just haven't understood anything. And by the way, the first to disrespect were you (in general) calling my images "monstrosities" etc. You may or may not like them, but you can criticize constructively and without attacking others (or just ignore it). I was taught homeschooling unlike others, but as you can understand I will not continue to be educated with people who do not deserve it.

By the way, if you don't want to see any more penises I suggest you block me and that's it, it's not that complicated honey.

[thatsadbietch]

I'm Only Teasing

Thank you anon for your patience! Honestly this one was a challenge, Mother Gothel is, well, not my favorite lol. But I wanted to flex the creative muscles and step out of my comfort zone a bit. I hope you like it 💕

*knock knock knock*

Patiently waiting for an answer, you stood outside the Giant Willow in the Glade of Trust and sighed, slightly annoyed.  You knew you should have taken care of this sooner, however, you'd also hoped that after spending so much time, energy, and resources, that Mother Gothel would be a bit more gracious with the others.  

"Well, hello, dear.  You're looking radiant as ever.  To what do I owe the pleasure?" the witch greeted once realizing it was the valley's Ruler at her door.

"Yes, hello, Gothel. May I come in? There's a matter I'd like to discuss."

"Oh, all business today I see," she replies, making way for you to enter, "that stern look and stress on your face is absolutely horrible for your complexion, darling.  What can Mother do for you?" 

You sit at a nearby table and rub your temples.  You’re familiar with this run-around she gives you when you have to lecture her about how she speaks to the other villagers. 

"We've been over this a dozen times, at least.  You have to be mindful about how you communicate with others.  You commenting on their appearances or hobbies is not only not okay, it can be hurtful."

"Oh, phoo, I'm only teasing, dear.  You know that."  You audibly groaned; you could have predicted she would use this loose defense.

"Gothel, you cannot "tease" the other villagers then without having some kind of understanding." You explain, using air quotes.

"I don't understand the issue, dear.  It's merely a joke."

"Jokes are supposed to be funny.  No one laughs when you tease them about their insecurities."

"I'm only giving them advice in a light-hearted way.  I can't help it if they don't understand my sense of humor.”

"Well, either cater to their sense of humor or implement the Golden Rule. I will get the mirror back out and magically adhere it to your door if I keep hearing complaints." You got up to make your way to the door.

"Oh my, I've never known you to make threats.  Very well, I will be more conscious about how I speak with everyone, since now it seems I must watch my every move in my own home." You sighed even heavier than earlier, and turned on your heel to face her again.

"You know that's not what I said. Listen, let's go over what is and is not okay to say to your neighbors." It was Mother Gothel's turn to be annoyed, it seemed.  She huffed and rolled her eyes, but sat back down.  You pulled a chair over so you two were sitting directly across from each other.

"Okay, we'll start with a more recent example.  Pretend I'm Belle."

"Oh please, she desperately needed new literature suggestions, and miscommunicated to that beast, then he charged like the animal he is."

"Gothel, it's just an exercise." You pinched the bridge of your nose, trying to quell your annoyance.  The fact that she hasn't kicked you out yet must mean she wants to learn something from this.  Right?

“So, I’m Belle, reading this book, clearly enjoying it and minding my own business.  We both know what you said. What could you have said instead?”  Gothel rolled her eyes.

“Not have said anything at all, I suppose.”

“True, you could have said nothing,” you responded, “But we aren’t trying to turn you into a social hermit, either.  I know you enjoy talking to anyone that will listen.” Mother Gothel narrowed her eyes, glaring daggers at you for the comment.  But you continued, “So, what else could you have said?”

“This is ridiculous, I am not a child.  I know I could have said a thousand other things that would not have hurt Belle’s fragile feelings.”

“If you’re not a child, then stop acting like one when you talk to the villagers.  You know how to push their buttons, and that’s not teasing, it's plain unkind.”

“How would you have me interact then, Ruler? I could very well start acting like the child you think I am,” Mother Gothel asked, now looming over you as she grew frustrated. “I could go around, actively pushing buttons and prodding with obnoxious questions that invoke no thought or reflection!” As if to emphasize her point, she poked sporadically at your chest and ribs.

“All right, all rihight, I gehet it, Gothel!” You choked back a cackle and you felt your face heat up in a light blush.

“I don’t think you do, dear, or else we wouldn’t have to keep having this conversation,” Mother Gothel replied, still frustrated but appearing to have calmed down a bit.  You tried to stand and remove yourself from under her gaze, but she placed a firm hand on your shoulder.

“You didn’t think I missed that little titter, did you?” Your eyes widened, and before you had the time to deny anything, she pinched at your ribs, this time with purpose and no warning.

“Gohothehel!”

“Maybe pushing buttons is just what this village needs.  See how you’re engaged now in our conversation!”

“Thihis is NOT engahahaging!” you cackled back.

“No? I beg to differ, dear. You seem rather enthralled,”  She replied, only relenting long enough to take a wrist in one hand and skitter her perfectly manicured nails along your neck and collarbone with the other.  Your cackles bubbled rather child-like, unbeknownst to you striking a nostalgic chord with Mother Gothel.  Not every waking moment with Rapunzel was about her hair: Mother Gothel did raise her and they did have moments like these together.  Until now, however, those memories had been buried deep and presumed forgotten.

“Is this teasing acceptable? Am I hurting your feelings?”

“Gohohothel, enohohough!” you giggled, your shoulders scrunching up in an attempt at shielding your collarbone and neck from further torment.  Mother Gothel wasn’t even trying very hard; it seemed the gentle glide of her nails against the thin skin was enough to send jolts of ticklish energy that caused your blush to deepen and your legs to slightly flail.

“My, my! I much prefer this version of you opposed to the one that scolds me in my own home.” With that, her maddening nails skittered from your neck, down your sides and across your belly.  Quite suddenly, you released a yelp before dissolving into a much heartier belly laugh.

“GOHOHOTHEL, NOHOHO, DOHOHON’T!” Her soft scratches effortlessly skirted over every inch she could reach over your twitching belly, even through your shirt.

“Oh, come now darling. I am only teasing, after all.” She taunted, releasing your trapped wrist, only to quickly descend upon and squeeze one of your hips.  The skittering and squeezing in tandem made you throw your head back in mirth, still laughing loudly and freely.  You tried to grab for her wrists, but she was quick enough in her movements to avoid your grip and keep you guessing.

Soon enough, your laughter grew silent and your wiggling became more haphazard in your chair: so much so, you felt yourself fall… But only briefly.  You caught your breath and looked to see Mother Gothel had pulled you to her to save you from hitting the floor.  Not that it would have hurt, you were only sitting in a chair a few feet off the ground, but still…

“Are you all right, darling? I suppose my teasing can get a bit out of hand, once every so often.”

“Yeah *huff* I’m okay, it’s just… thanks, for not letting me fall.” She released you quickly but smirked, playing it off.

“I only didn’t want you running to Merlin hurt.  Or getting my floors scuffed, now that would have been truly tragic.” You rolled your eyes.

“We can stick with your story.  As long as you’re nice to the villagers, that’s all I want.”  You strode to the door for the second time, this time looking back to see Mother Gothel’s smirk soften, adding a bit of sincerity.

“If you can handle a bit of teasing, I think they can too.” You chuckled to yourself, finally exiting and making your way home.  You would inevitably be back for another one of these conversations, but you make a mental note to next time come with a clear definition of “teasing.”

I super love your dreamlight fics 🙈 could you do one with mother gothel?? No pressure tho :))

Hi! Thank you so much, I’m glad you like them 😊 I’m actually finishing up one with a certain grouchy lion. After that I think I’d be up for the task 💕

[i-just-like-goats]

Hi! Can I request Karma Akabane x female reader that's like Dazai? She's funny and likes teasing people, but she's secretly very cunning and manipulative and more intelligent than Karma. She's good at fighting, but she uses her brain and cunningness to defeat her opponent, and she proves to be a match against Nagisa. I hope you have a great day/night ❤

Hi anon! Yes I can, anything for my first husbando❤ sorry it took a while loll😅ahh you’re so sweet, hope your day/night is great as well!

Karma x Female Reader

Summary: where the class wants you two to date + in the ask.

Warnings: a brief fight scene. Use of those green rubber knives, tbf it's assassination classroom, so yeah

WC: 1.9k

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Part 2

"Hey Shiota, who's the redhead sleeping in the tree?"

"Hm? Oh that's Karma, I forgot that you haven't met him yet, but it makes sense. He skips class and you joined us very recently,"

"You're rambling. What are you waiting for? Let's go meet him,"

"We should complete the task that Mr Karasuma set us,"

"Fine, fine. Come on,"

You steadied your feet ready for Nagisa to charge. He did the exact opposite and instead walked to you. Your neck tingled.

"Wipe that creepy smile from your face," you teased.

Nagisa took advantage of your momentary distraction to jab the knife towards your torso. You smirked. Too predictable with his surprise attacks. It was the same as yesterday. You easily dodged his arm, grabbed his elbow and shoulder and pinned him down. He struggled under your grasp, but in vain. You lightly tapped the knife on his forehead.

"Your movements are too predictable." You smiled. "Now come on, Karma's the only one I haven't met and you're going to introduce us,"

"Why?" Nagisa rubbed his head, "With your personality, the two of you are bound to become friends quickly,"

"How so?"

"There are some aspects where you're exactly like him,"

"Yo Nagisa," Karma called.

He walked over to a cross legged Naagisa while you crouched next to Nagisa. Karma paused.

"Who's the girl?"

"Y/N L/N, a pleasure to meet you,"

"Karma Akabane. The pleasure's all mine,"

Nagisa sighed. Of course the two most dangerous people in his life would get along just fine.

The next morning, Karma actually participated in the lesson. It would be a lie if he said he wasn't intrigued by how you took down Nagisa. Sure Nagisa was the sweetest person that you would ever meet but that made him all the more dangerous. Underneath his cheerful exterior lay a serpent filled with bloodlust. Karma was slightly envious of Nagisa's natural assassin capabilities, so to see his somewhat rival beaten in a battle of wits, it certainly caught Karma's attention.

Once again, Nagisa lay on his back while you smiled.

"Hey L/N, you up for a challenge?"

"Sure,"

"Fight me,"

"Alright Akabane, let's go,"

The class stopped to stare. Two very capable fighters with very distinct fighting styles that almost always guaranteed their win, were going to fight? That was something they could not miss. Even Ms Jelavic stepped outside to see the cause of sudden silence.

"Please don't kill her Karma," Nagisa chided.

"You kidding? I'm going to come at her like I would with Koro sensei." His eyes met yours. "I suggest you do the same,"

"I wouldn't have it any other way,"

You lunged your knife forwards. He easily evaded, then swung his knife with his left hand towards your face. You grimaced, you wouldn’t be fast enough to dodge, so you tilted your head, opened your mouth wide and clamped down on the knife.

“What-”

You let go of the knife and kicked Karma’s abdomen, with enough strength to wind him. He stumbled backwards from the shock. You dropped to the floor and moved your leg to sweep him off his feet.

“Come on, that was futile. I know you can do better than that,”

“You may be right.” You smiled.

You threw your knife directly at Karma’s face. Karma’s eyes widened, he smirked. Creative, but a waste. Everyone gasped.

“But, it looks like I win,”

With a grin, you stood behind Karma with a knife held up to his throat.

“When did you?”

“I borrowed your knife. Sorry, but I noticed the extra knife in your pocket, so I used it without asking first,”

“That’s quite alright, nice observation. That was a fun fight,”

“Thank you, I enjoyed too,”

You lowered his knife from his throat and picked up the knife you threw.

“You’re fast, I didn’t even notice that you moved,”

“It comes with practice, but you’re fast yourself, you still dodged the knife I threw at a close range, but clearly not fast enough,”

Karma glared playfully at you as you gave finger guns in return.

“My students are such strong assassins! I’m so proud,” Koro sensei cried.

“It’s all thanks to the excellent teaching our top tier teachers are giving us,” you complimented with a smile.

“You’re too kind Y/N!”

Koro sensei hugged the two of you. 

“I’ve changed my mind, you are no longer a top tier teacher. Your teaching is inadequate,” you complained.

That only prompted Koro sensei to hug you even tighter. With furrowed eyebrows, you stared up at Koro sensei. Was there a reason why he was practically pressing you against Karma’s body?

“As much as I am fond of the two of you, this is a bit much isn’t it?” you said.

“Agreed,” 

Koro sensei giggled. How cute that confident Karma was blushing from being too close to you. Could he see a ship forming? Unable to handle being suffocated in your teacher’s arms, you push away, taking Karma with you by grabbing his forearm. He smiled gratefully, you threw a playful thumbs up in return.

The next morning, you were resting your head in your arms, not paying any attention to the class.

“Hey L/N.” Karma tapped your shoulder from the desk behind you.

You leaned your head back and looked curiously into his mischievous eyes.

“What do you say we skip next period?”

“Bit of a random offer,”

“It’ll be fun, I can tell you’re bored out of your mind sitting in this lesson,”

“Sure, I need a break,”

Before the start of the next period, you followed Karma to the tree where you first saw him.

“Oh? Are you trying to get me alone with you?” you teased.

“Yes,”

You stopped walking to stare at him.

“That was easy to get you to admit. I didn’t expect you to say that so bluntly,”

“You’re interesting, I want to get to know you some more,”

“Alright. You’re a bit mysterious yourself,”

He chuckled. You spent the rest of the school day just talking about anything and everything with Karma. Talking to him was so easy, the conversation flowed so smoothly, it was as though the two of you had known each other your entire lives.

You grabbed your bag from the classroom and walked down the mountain with Karma right by your side, still talking about whatever topic you could think of. Once you reached the school’s gates, you turned to Karma.

“I quite like you Karma,”

“The feeling’s mutual,”

"My, my, does the aloof Karma reciprocate my feelings?"

"Shut up, you make it sound like you just confessed and I accepted,"

"Well, 'like' can be interpreted in different ways. You decide which I meant. See you,"

You parted after that.

Days and weeks flew by, and each day, you found yourself growing closer and closer with Karma. Each week, you found something new to admire about Karma, such as this week, you found it adorable how he has a collection of spices at home.

Every day, Koro sensei stared at you two chatting together with a knowing smile. He would do whatever he could to let his ship sail. Fortunately, the rest of the class actually shared the same view as him on this matter.

It was so obvious to everyone that you and Karma were just a match made in heaven, the perfect couple if one of you finally decided to confess. So, Nagisa found himself in a class meeting excluding you and Karma during one of the lessons where you would both skip to spend time together. It was against his will.

“I don’t see why I need to be here,” he grumbled.

“Because Nagisa, you know the both of them the best, we need your insight,” Nakamura scolded.

Nagisa sighed at all of their outlandish plans. He was even included a couple of these plans, again against his will.

“I just don’t see why we have to interfere, can’t we just let them figure it out themselves? They’re both really smart,”

“They’re smart but not that kind of smart. Y/N may joke a lot about love but boy she is oblivious, and Karma is just too proud to admit that he actually feels something other than bloodlust,” Kayano snapped.

Nagisa shook his head. He could only imagine how Karma would react.

The next morning, Nakamura shoved Karma as he walked past her to get him to fall onto you. You stepped out of the way, allowing him to fall face first.

"You couldn't have helped me?" Karma grumbled almost incoherently.

"I know you could've easily caught yourself, but it seems that you can't. That or you wanted to fall onto me, you gremlin,"

"Whatever,"

You offered your hand and he begrudgingly accepted it. Nakamura frowned.

“Plan A didn’t work,” she whispered to Nagisa.

“I can see that. I’ve been standing next to you since you pushed Karma,”

It was time to enact Plan B. The class locked all the windows and doors of the classroom to trap the two inside alone together. An hour passed in bated silence. Nagisa tilted his head confused, why weren’t the two of you at least talking.

“We won’t let you guys out until you confess to each other!” Kayano announced to finally break the silence.

“Nufufu, no need to be shy my precious students, talking about your feelings is a healthy thing to do. I encourage you to do it more,”

“To do what more?”

Everyone slowly turned their heads towards you standing next to Karma. You and Karma stared at them expectantly. You chuckled at their mortified expressions.

“Any particular reason why the class is standing outside of the classroom?” You asked.

“It’s freaky,” Karma added.

“Someone let off a stink bomb inside the classroom so we decided to evacuate,” Nagisa said.

“Well it wasn’t me this time,” Karma said nonchalantly.

“This time? You mean it was you who pulled that prank last week!” Koro sensei exclaimed.

“Guilty.” Karma shrugged.

“This is exactly why I love you,”

“Thank you love,”

“What!” the class shouted in unison.

Your cheeky eyes met Karma’s own mischievous ones with a smirk.

“Were you guys trying to get us together with those weird actions?” you teased.

“Yes, they did,” Nagisa admitted.

“Well at least they’re together. I don't know what we would have done if Plan B didn’t work, since we didn’t plan for a third one,” Okuda said.

“You’re lucky that this idiot confessed to me while we were bunking today,”

“Only an idiot for you,” Karma replied.

The girls grabbed your arm to hear all of the details. They sat you down at your desk while they gathered in a circle around you. The boys sat scattered around the classroom feigning disinterest, but they were just as curious as the girls.

“Spill Y/N,” Fuwa demanded.

“Don’t spare any details,” Kurahashi added.

“Well, we went into the classroom, but no one was there, so we jumped out of the window and decided to bunk as usual,”

“Typical, you’re such bad influences to each other,” Kataoka scolded.

“Don’t interrupt!” Kayano snapped.

“We were talking like usual, but there was something bugging Karma so I asked, and he spontaneously told me his feelings. I was caught off guard, because I’ve never been in a situation like this. So I laughed,”

“That hurt,” Karma called from across the classroom.

You and the girls giggled.

“It was just so surreal. I was so nervous, we then just talked it out and now we’re together I guess,”

The girls squealed at the story.

“So cute!” they gushed.

Your eyes met Karma’s amidst the bombardment of questions from the girls. He smiled at you gratefully and you winked. Some things were best kept as secrets.

A/N: I will write the confession scene as an extra

[izzyspussy]

Ok final ask from me tonight: who in the crew would be the funniest for Izzy to fake date? I think angstiest would definitely go to Ed but funniest? Idk ~ blackhannet anon

Ed

Funniest (and angstiest) if Ed has no earthly clue that this is torture for Izzy. Also very funny that his only point of reference is Stede. Ed, in his mind: so which of us is the wealthy landowner and which of us is the bloodthirsty pirate? He puts himself into the Stede role and treats Izzy real chivalrous and gentlemanly and whatnot, but.... very badly kaslfkjls. He doesn't actually know how to do it.

Stede

Stede, in his mind: so which of us is the wealthy landowner and which of us is the bloodthirsty pirate? Can I be the pirate? I wanna be the pirate. I'm going to be the pirate. And Izzy has to figure out how to play along with that or they fail the fucking mission and get killed or whatever.

Jim

The extent of what they do to convince their mark is hold hands, poorly. Like Stede and Mary on their wedding day. ...At First. Izzy has been saying what a terrible idea this is since it was suggested, and as soon as it seems like he was right he's gloating even though it means he's failed. And then it's a challenge to Jim, a way to win and also wipe that smirk off of Izzy's face. They start hitting him really hard in the mouth with their mouth for no god damn reason except that the mark is, like, there.

Oluwande

Olu treats Izzy with chivalry, but like, real genuine working class chivalry. Every time Izzy looks into the middle distance, Jim is there, threatening him with great bodily harm. No one else ever sees them.

Lucius

The plan was not to fake date, but the mark made assumptions and they had to go with it. Lucius has an absolute blast. Izzy's internal rage/sexual tension is pulled so tight it's a miracle he doesn't snap right in half. Lucius is fully aware of this, and the knowledge is 80% of the fun he's having.

Black Pete

Izzy has never been called so many pet names in his life. He's never heard of so many pet names in his life. He attempts to return the favor and sounds like he is trying to speak a language he does not know. The mark falls for the ruse because Pete is very cute despite all obstacles, but they do take Pete aside after their business is done and ask if Izzy has something fundamentally wrong with him.

Frenchie

Somehow this is the most competent combination. Frenchie is adaptable and personable and can manage to fit with Izzy pretty well, even if he wouldn't actually choose to for real. They fall into simple, non-PDA demonstrations of intimacy like walking in sync or anticipating each other's movements. The only fuck up is that Frenchie does accidentally reprise "Jizzy" in front of the mark, and in the name of their cover Izzy has to answer to it.

Buttons

Izzy thinks this is the least objectionable combination. Buttons doesn't like him, but he's a competent sailor and he hasn't yet caused Izzy any real trouble. Of course, throughout the grift, Izzy is confronted with all the ways Buttons is an absolutely bonkers person who cannot be handled, understood, or even described. Buttons has an alright time, though. He tells the crew after it's done that Izzy is "a fine lad" but not his type. Izzy has no comment, as he has not yet recovered from his experiences.

Roach

Roach seems to genuinely think he Needs to know about Izzy's kinks and fetishes to make them believable as a couple. He tells Izzy his without shame or prompting. Izzy cancels the mission.

Wee John

Wee John insists he has to be a woman for this. He's fully aware that couples do not solely consist of one man and one woman. But he insists he has to be a woman for this.

The Swede

The Swede, out loud: so which of us is the wealthy landowner and which of us is the bloodthirsty pirate?

[rina-writes]

tell me to stop at anytime bc imma just keep sending requests LOL but i just remembered jack saying he wants a girl that will yell at him and straighten him the fuck out but i know for a fact he would just get turned on by it 😭

Hiii :D I love when you send requests (esp. when you come off anon hehe). I think so too!! I feel like he would see it as a challenge, hence my little blurb. Also, thanks for being my first beta reader hehe

Deep Breathing

Warnings: GN!reader, AngerIssues!reader lol, suggestive towards the end, fluffy?

Breathe in for four seconds.

Hold it for four seconds.

Let it out for four to seven seconds.

That was the advice your therapist gave you on how to bring your heart rate down from an “arousal” state back to a state to think rationally. It was all part of the process to controlling your anger. Most applicably, reducing your tendency to snap at people. For as long as you could remember, you were known for having a fire tongue. Your words dripped with sarcasm and what you didn’t say out loud, your face said in volumes. Your death stare and cold voice when you were upset struck fear into everyone who knew you. It was really the switch between “Oh Y/n is so funny” to “Oh Y/n is not joking,” that seemed to jar people the most.

When you started dating the sweet and charming Kentucky boy a few months ago, everyone warned you about tapering your sarcasm. More often than not the advice summed up to being “nice.” And it really was everyone telling you this: friends, family, co-workers, neighbors. Even though people didn’t know it was Jack Harlow, the moment they heard you were dating a country boy, they worried your temper would break him into pieces. 

You were a bit blindsided by the warnings. No one ever called you mean. After all, you never said things to hurt people’s feelings. You didn’t go out of your way to ruin someone’s day or tell them something they didn’t need to hear. At the same time, you didn’t sugar coat stuff. You said things directly to avoid confusion and if the way that you said things came with an annoyed tone, that was just your fee for being a good person.

You liked Jack, a lot. He made you laugh, showered you with affection, and helped you to let your guard down. But, not so far down that you let him see hear the infamous “Dragon Throat.” You did your breathing exercises, you went for walks, and you sent long rants to your friends in group chats all to protect him from blowing up at the wrong time.

However, there were times like these where you didn’t have the chance to give him a buffer. You were so fuming mad that you had to unleash it at that very moment. There was a part of you tucked deep inside that seemed to be watching in third person, shaking their head and covering their eyes as you stormed over to Jack, laundry in hand. That part of you felt bad for Jack who looked like a defenseless puppy with his big blue eyes staring up at you with confusion as he enjoyed watching Entourage on his day off.

“Babe what’s wron--”

“What the hell is this, Harlow?” You asked him, as you tossed the soiled boxers into his lap.

Jack’s eyes widened at the bite in your voice. “Uhm, my underwear?”

“No, apparently it’s a f-cking dish rag because I found it on the countertop instead of in the hamper where I asked you to put it three hours ago.” You gestured around to the apartment. “Look at this place! You haven’t been on tour in a month and it still looks like Old Macdonald’s Farm and probably smells worse. How can you live like this? Animals can’t even live like this!”

“Uh…” Jack’s mouth opened wide, but no other sound came out. He was sitting frozen on the couch, his palms pressed into the cushions, the tossed underwear still hanging off his bare shoulder.

“I know it’s your day off, but it’s mine too.” You narrowed your eyes at him, crossing your arms. “Yet, while you watch television adding more to the mess…” You gestured to the empty takeout containers on the dining table. “...I’m scrubbing, doing laundry, vacuuming wondering why ‘no one helps me in this house’ and then having an existential crisis because I sound like my mother.”

“Ok--”

“And I’m not complaining…” You paused a bit. “...okay, I am complaining. But I asked you to do one thing which was to pick up your dirty laundry and put it in the washing machine. And you can’t even do that. Like--”

Jack stood up, grabbing your face and kissing you hard. Your eyes widened as you pushed at his chest. Jack moved backward, mostly because he released you and less because you actually pushed him that hard.

“Damn, you are so fine…” Jack muttered, his blue irises dark with desire. He swallowed, his eyes studying your lips again as if planning an attack.

“I’m serious right now, Jack!” You yelled.

“Me too, baby.” Jack said, wrapping arms around you, your nose coming into contact with his white tank top. Brushing against the top of your thigh, you felt a hardness straining against the fabric of his dark sweat pants.

“Jack, you can’t be--” Jack bent down and tossed you over his shoulder, walking you to the bedroom.

You gasped, your fists pounding on his back as you protested to no avail. You watched as the living room disappeared behind him; the mess that you would no doubt have to clean up later mocking you as well.

“Been awhile since I seen that attitude of yours.” Jack chuckled. “And I’m going to f-ck it right out of you, baby.”

Jack tossed you on to the bed, standing at the foot of it, grinning at you. You sat up, frowning.

“We were in the middle of a conversation, Jack! We don’t have time for this. I just want you to do your share today.”

Breathe in for 4 seconds.

Jack sunk down to his knees. He grabbed you by your hips to pull you closer to him. A soft moan left your lips despite trying to hold it in.

Hold it for 4 seconds.

He pressed his shoulders into the back of your thighs to allow your legs to dangle behind him. He looked up at you.

“I promise, I’ll do the laundry once I’m done…” Jack mulled over the word for a moment before adding in a husky voice, “...repenting.”

Let it out for 4 to 7 seconds.

As you felt Jack moving your clothing to get to work, your breath got caught in your throat. Suddenly, everything you were mad about seemed a little less important. This was an unexpected reaction to your “Dragon Throat.” Perhaps everyone was wrong and you should snap at him more. You gripped his hair earning an appreciative grunt from Jack as you tossed your head back in pleasure.

You would have to let your therapist know that the breathing exercises weren’t working out too well. However this new technique that you used to get out your anger was taking your breath away.

Jack.

[writefightandflightclub]

Hi Luna, this morning I went out jogging and I saw a guy walking his dog (a very big and beautiful one) and he looked exactly like Nathan. I think he caught me starting because he smirked at me (btw this is such a Nathan thing to do).

Hey Anon! Hope you don’t mind that this inspired a lil thing! 😁 (Or that I have been sitting on this ask for so long 🙈!) Thank you for your ask 🧡🙏

warnings: flirting, some innuendos, including very vague and passing allusions to bdsm (and pet play if you squint hard, I guess).

Gif by @salome-c 🧡

Good boy: Nathan Bateman x GN reader blurb

Are you? Staring?

Okay, you think you’re staring a little bit. The guy obviously thinks you are too, since his lips tip into a vanishingly subtle smirk beneath the inky brush of his beard.

“Cute dog,” you deflect, pausing your jog around the park to take a swig of water - and to catch your breath after this striking man stole it.

He looks you up and down, seeming to take a second to consider whether you’re worth responding to at all. “Not mine,” he explains flatly - or dismisses, you’re not sure. His manner is cold, yet he’s still wearing that appealing smirk on his mouth.

The big beautiful dog - an afghan hound or something like that - strides up to you and gingerly licks your hand.

Well, at least one of them is friendly.

Breath still a little ragged, you take advantage of the chance to pet him - meaning you can use the excuse to chat to this fella a little longer. “Not yours, huh? This some kind of Cruella DeVille situation? Or do you just borrow him to elevate your Tinder selfies?” You giggle as the dog nuzzles up to you, licking your palm and his tail thumping rhythmically against the man’s shin. “Hey, sweet thing,” you coo. You might be giving this dude a hard time but the dog gets only love.

The man sighs, exasperatedly, side-stepping your Disney reference with zero poise. “I just need it to shit so I can take it back and get the fuck out of here.”

Oh, he seems like a full-on asshole this one.

Huh. Just your type, unfortunately.

“So you’re not a dog person?”

You’re not even sure he’s realised you’re flirting with him yet - because you most definitely are.

“I prefer kittens,” he deadpans, with an amused twitch of his mouth like he’s just said something funny.

You fold your arms over your chest in response, unimpressed and appraising him openly. Your eyes are first drawn to that mighty beard, but there’s a lot more to notice. His features are each prominent -strong in their own right- but somehow harmonious too. He looks stern as all hell. Smug too, but certainly not unappealing.

He is underdressed for the weather, you note, just in a simple grey tee, his nipples hard beneath the flimsy fabric and shoulders hunched a little for warmth.

You quickly avert your gaze from his dense, muscled shoulders for the warmth they inspire in you, but he most definitely clocked your enjoyment before you managed to tear your eyes away.

“Weren’t you on a run?” he asks bluntly, squaring up to you a little - taking notice. “Shouldn’t you be getting back to that?” There’s something about the challenge in his tone and the quirk of his thick eyebrow which suggests he maybe doesn’t want you to leave… but that maybe, he wants you to earn your right to stay.

Fuck. He’s acting like he owns the whole park. Who knows - maybe he does.

You take another sip of water while you think, narrowing your eyes at him and enjoying the way he doesn’t back down. Oh, what the hell. “Look. Do you want to go for a coffee?” Yes, you’re still definitely flirting. No, you don’t care if it’s brazen as hell. You even pose in such a way to maximise your… best assets. Pout your lips just right. Bat your eyes at him.

You don’t know for sure, but he looks like a guy who appreciates bluntness.

He blinks slowly. “Look. If you’re into dogs, honey, I can’t help you. Like I said-“

“-Nope,” you interupt, injecting some less than subtle sultry into your voice. “But… I am into guys with a good handle on a lead and collar.” Your eyebrow sweeps up, suggestively.

The man stares at you, unblinking for a moment, as if he’s rebooting. The only telltale sign he heard you at all is the way his eyes blacken, engulfed with lust. “Okay,” he croaks, suddenly devouring you with his eyes - flashing you a lopsided grin. “Maybe I can make time for an espresso.”

“Oh yeah?” you purr, shuffling closer to him, reading his body language as his eyes travel to your lips, his muscled frame gravitating towards you, evidently growing eager to get to know you better.

You click your tongue, scolding him for his keenness. “Down, boy,” you tease, in a husky voice, and you don’t miss the hard swallow which trails down his neck then.

Still, there is one unfortunate thing which fractures the moment.

“Your dog’s taking a shit,” you announce breezily, noticing the way Nathan is affected as you pull away. Enjoying how flustered the man has become already by you.

God. It’s almost too easy.

“Not mine,” he bites tiredly, and your face splits into a bright grin, in contrast to his own stormy expression.

“Whatever, Bateman,” you breeze, gathering yourself to leave.

You enjoy the way his eyebrows shoot up towards his hairline then. “You know who I am?”

Oh how you love playing with this one. “Of course. I saw you talk at the Tech Futures seminar in Boston.”

Surprise flickers through his eyes. “And?”

“Hmm. Lacklustre presentation,” you deadpan. “And there are far better ways you could configure your algorithms.” You click your tongue in a teasing way. “However, in my head I awarded you Best Ass of the conference, so at least you’ve got something going for you, Mr. Fortune 500.”

His umber eyes seethe with something hovering between lust and frustration and admiration as you turn to leave. “Wait,” he calls, and you let a self-satisfied smile bloom on your face as you confirm it - you’ve hooked him. Now all that remains is to reel him in. “Where are you going?”

“Lou’s coffee house. You know it?”

Nathan grunts yes.

“Twenty minutes. Lose the dog. Bring a fucking jacket. And maybe then we’ll talk about it.”

He blinks a couple of times in confusion as you run circles around him. “About what?”

You grin mischievously. “About whether you could handle me.”

“Oh, honey. I could handle you,” Nathan emphasises, looking at you darkly from beneath his lenses.

You shrug sceptically. Hum as if in pity - much to his chagrin. “I just hope you have better game when you’re caffeinated,” you tease with a gentle wink, “or you’ll never have the chance to find out.”

When that leaves him speechless, you turn confidently to leave -feeling very pleased with yourself- and you don’t look back.

You don’t need to. You have a feeling you’ll be seeing him very soon anyway.

In your absence, Nathan catches his breath. He looks down at the dog judgementally, the pooch staring quizzically back and emitting a forlorn whimper as Nathan withholds any pets. The man stands silently for a moment in this absurd staring contest, contemplating how the dog had brought you into his life this morning and wondering whether to blame or thank him. And so, finally resigned, he sighs - as if he wants to be mad about it- but not even Nathan can stifle the small smirk which claims his lips.

Softening, he reaches his hand down, and delivers two firm, rewarding pats to the pooch’s head. “Good boy, Reginald.”

The dog licks his hand in gratitude, and Nathan mentally prepares for his next stop of the day.

He’s not sure that he can handle you, but the thing about Nathan Bateman is; he certainly loves a challenge.

He ambles on, that smirk still lingering.

[italeean]

A battle you’ll lose

Itto, Zhongli, Childe and Kaeya are fighting between themselves for training and Itto keeps winning. Childe has a plan to stop this winning strike, but will the others join?

NOTE: Whew... this was a funny but tough challenge, anon. Since I haven't met Zhongli and Itto, I had to do some research (and I'd already done it about Childe). I hope I got their personality right. Spero vi piaccia ^_^ (I hope you enjoy)

DISCLAIMER: This is a tickle fic, if it's not to your taste I don't suggest you read it

Hit!

Dodge!

SLAM!

Kaeya and Childe were out, now Zhongli was their only hope.

The fight was merciless, not a single hit was spared. The opponents had pure determination in their eyes, no other emotion was allowed to show. The only thing that mattered was following the survival instinct in order to win.

Zhongli adverted his eyes for just one second, and that mistake revealed itself to be fatal. His enemy used the distraction to disarm him deliver him his strongest blow. It was over, the oldest archon had lost. The catastrophe was about to begin...

“YEAH! WHOOHOO! I WIN AGAIN HAHAHA” Itto’s shouts were so loud that the poor three were literally feeling their ears bleeding. “Oh Anemo, please let’s end it here... I’m honestly too tired” Kaeya was complaining. And he honestly had every right to, they had been training for the last four hours without taking a single break. What was worse, was that the Oni kept winning fight after fight.

“Hahahahahaha what, Kaeya? Can’t you handle another round against the champion?” Itto was more than satisfied with how things were going, so obviously he didn’t want to stop, like someone else, who was more unhappy, however. “That’s so unfair! I want a rematch!” Childe whined. He knew that his combat-mode wouldn’t go away if he didn’t win at least once.

“I’m more than happy to oblige, but it’s no fun if it’s not all of you together, it’s the only way I can put some true effort in the battle... well like 1%, but it’s still better than nothing” now the white-haired guy was just teasing them. They were all very skilled and expert fighters and made him sweat every round.

“What do you mean by that?” Childe wasn’t easily irritable, if someone didn’t doubt his strength. In that case he was really fast to lose his composure. “I want a rematch, you’re just being lazy here!” “I’m beginning to understand why your name is so similar to the word ‘child’“ it was actually Zhongli who spoke, making Kaeya and Itto burst out laughing and the Fatui harbinger puff up his cheeks.

At a certain point, the blue-haired guy couldn’t stand Childe’s pouty vibes anymore, so he exclaimed “Oh for Anemo’s sake! Please Itto, just defeat him quickly so we can leave and go grab a drink.” 

“Geez, thanks for the trust” the little troublemaker was a bit disappointed, but also very confident in what he had planned for the last fight of the day. The key was getting both his friends to join, so they could win as a team. 

Before reaching his opponent on the “ring” (they were in an isolated area to avoid collateral damage, so everything was more or less improvised) he whispered to Kaeya “Be ready or you’ll regret missing an opportunity like this”. The other one was confused but his tiredness kept him from asking ulterior questions, so he just blurted out a “Just get this thing over”.

The two of them got into their fighting stance, looking particularly confident. What the Oni failed to notice was the mischievous smirk all over Childe’s face, and he paid quite the price for that mistake. He expected a direct attack from the competitive guy, so he unleashed his strongest move to overpower it and put and and to his shenanigans as soon as possible, but while he was distracted making that move, his opponent had sneakily disappeared and walked up to him, catching him by surprise with a hand scribbling right in his armpit, the other holding the arm still.

“WHA- nohohoho it’s cheheheatihihing!” obviously the comment didn’t stop Childe, who just made the Oni trip and fall, managing to pin him on the ground.

Since Itto was clearly bigger. the blue-eyed boy decided to pin just an arm to avoid bad surprises, like a counterattack. Then, he stopped the tickling for a second and proceeded to ask proudly “Do you admit that I win?” 

The spectators were perplexed, since Itto had an arm totally free and consequently more than enough room to fight back. Just as expected, he answered “Are you serious? I have an arm free and I can fight back whenever I wan- nahahahahahahaha nhahahahat agahahain plehehehase” Itto’s chuckles came out once more, as his opponent resumed the tickling just where he’d left off.

“It’s incredible how you get all giggly and defenseless with just a few scratches in the right spot, don’t you agree, Kaeya?” Oh no. Childe was clearly calling for reinforcements, which didn’t require long to arrive. Itto’s eyes widened when he saw a certain someone with an eye patch approaching him with wiggling fingers. “Kahahahaheheheya plehehehahahse help mehehe” “Help you? Sure, I’ll help your other underarm to not feel left out hehehe” was all Kaeya said before pinning his other arm and digging in the armpit with a purpose.

“Nahahahaahahahahaha stop plehehehahahse” the contrast between the touches was maddening for the poor Oni; Childe was more teasing and gentle, while Kaeya was actually ruthless! The poor guy, whose only fault was having an apparently-too-long winning strike, had no choice but lay there and take it.

“Hahahahahaahahaha you’re ehehehevil pleahahase stahah- EEP! nahahaht the neheheck” the two ticklers had moved to his neck, a spot that never failed to make him squeal like a girl. “EEP! hahahahahahahah nahah- EEP! it’s meheheahahan EEP!” the Fatui harbinger soon noticed that the zone that made him do those adorable sounds was actually around his ears. This was too good.

“Aaaww you squeal if I touch your ears... look Zhongli! Isn’t he adorable?” “Shuhuhuy up EEP! ahahahand stahahap it whihith the ehehehahahars pleheheahahase” Itto was actually begging, not knowing that the worst was yet to come. In fact, Zhongli had gotten up from hin seat to join the fun. The orange-haired only needed some glares here and there to let him know that he was inviting him to cooperate, and, even though he was serious for the most part, he was actually curious about this whole ordeal.

“Ohohohohoh my Ahahahnemohoho nahahahat youhuhu toohohooo ahahahahah” the white-haired boy literally felt the danger approaching inexorably. And oh boy, he was right. Zhongli decided to sit on his legs to keep him from kicking and started scribbling all over his abs, the only spot that made him go berserk!

“WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH HEHEHEHELP HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” the Oni’s laughter reached a whole different level when the oldest archon began scribbling all over his death spot, gently but with a purpose, just the perfect way to make him go crazy. “Tickle tickle tickle, little Oni...” when Kaeya and Childe heard his friend say such a thing, they got a bit flustered themselves. Zhongli’s stoic side was surely predominant in his personality, but he could be a teasing devil, too.

“DOHOHOHON’T TEHEHEHAHAHAHSEHEHEHEH MEHEHEHEHE WAAAHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” “But why? He’s only telling the truth, we have a cute, adorable, ticklish little Oni right in our claws and he can’t get away...” oh Anemo, Kaeya could be merciless to when he wanted to. “SHUHUHUHUT UHUHUHUP YOHOHOUHUHU TWOHOHOHOHO”

“How bold for someone who goes around with his death spot perfectly exposed...” now it was Childe’s turn to tease “oi, Zhongli listen and do what I tell you: puff up your cheeks and then blow the air right on his belly button touching his skin with your mouth” “WHAHAHAHAAHIHIHIT NAHAHAHHAHA DOHOHOHN’T LIHIHISTEHEHEN-” Itto was unfortunately too late. The god was already intrigued and his pleads only managed to make him more curious.

He did what his friend told him and then “PFFFFTT!” a weird noise came out of his mouth, and an even weirder one came out from the Oni. “WAAHAHAHAHEHEHEHEYAHAHAA NYHAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAP”

That sound was too funny to stop just yet, so the trio silently agreed to give him the final attack: three big raspberries over his abs and belly button!

“AAAHAHAHAHHEHHEHEHYAHAHAHYEHEHE NAHAHAHAHAAHAH YOHOHOHOU WHIHIHIHIHIN AAHEHEHHHAHAHA” the poor guy was going crazy from the strong sensation, so his friends decided to be merciful and stopped. Then they helped him up, while he was still giggling from the ghost-tickles.

“Thahahaht whahas the meanehehst thihing ever, youhu monstehers...” the white-haired guy was absolutely drained from all that laughing. “Don’t talk like you didn’t enjoy it” replied Childe with a jab to his side (which totally didn’t make him yelp). “It was pretty clear you were indeed enjoying yourself, trying to deny it at this point is futile” Zhongli was absolutely honest and simply pointed out facts, and maybe this was why his comments got under Itto’s skin that much. “Zhohohongliii... not you too...” the Oni was beet red, so he tried hiding his face behind his hands.

“Come on, don’t be such a crybaby and stop hiding yourself. We gotta get going and I want my drink” Kaeya’s words reminded him and the others how thirsty they all were, so they decided to leave, hading over to the Tavern.

Too bad that they didn’t know that a certain Oni was already plotting revenge.

[makimaa]

Hello can i request a crack:fluff of akkun,Mikey,Draken and chifuyu when their fem girlfriend waxing their armpits hair for them please lol

this ask is pretty funny anon, thank you for the entertainment. sorry this unintentionally turned out more gn!reader than fem!reader.

including: akkun, draken, mikey, chifuyu 

warnings: none. 

this is just pure crack guys im sorry

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AKKUN

living in spain except the s is silent

Backs away the moment you suggest it. Has no desire whatsoever, is right to think it’s absolutely terrifying. Eventually gives in when you give him the biggest puppy eyes in existence and maybe call him a coward

Swears this is the only time he will do it.

Stiff as a tree in the chair while you get him ready. Says you should start counting down from 10 instead of 3. So naturally you pull it off at 7 💀

Yelps so loud you are sure the entire neighbourhood hears it. Swears without catching his breath for the next ten minutes.

Gets very upset afterwards and gives you the silent treatment for “putting him through trauma”. 

baby, it’s not that serious 

Tries his hardest to “stay angry” at you but gives up the moment he sees you pout  at him.

Forgiving is not forgetting though, he will absolutely bring it up at least once a week for the next few months.

DRAKEN

living in spain but the s is silent except he would never admit it

The only reason he’s doing it is because your little giggle and teasing tone implied he couldn’t. 

now this is a direct challenge. 

He thinks nothing can hurt him anymore and a wax strip is no exception. 

Looks completely unbothered when you put the strip on and proudly refuses your countdown;

The moment you pull the strip off you can see the initial wave of pain cross his face. His jaw clenches so hard you think it might shatter right there.

Gets red as a tomato but under no circumstance will he admit it was painful.

Pretends his reaction was of the initial shock, not pain.

sure bud

Still thinks to this day that it’s one of the greatest pains of his life despite being a gang member his entire life. 

Go figure.

MIKEY

makes you doubt his sensory response

Agrees immediately when you suggest so politely if you could unnecessarily rip his hair out with wax. Agrees not because he finds it interesting or exciting, he just wants to see you happy and if waxing his armpits gets the job done, he really isn’t one to complain.

Very compliant and relaxed when in the chair, enjoys seeing you fuss around him.

 Lets you do the countdown too because he genuinely does not care either way. 

You pull the strip off with all the force you can possibly muster and

uhh nothing??

Man doesn’t even blink. As if nothing has happened, he looks up at you with genuine surprise in his eyes. 

Asks if you are done with raised eyebrows. 

Makes you double check if you actually ripped the hair off in the first place.

is quietly content with how smooth his armpits are now.

CHIFUYU

a true maniac who enjoys the thrill of pain

He’s the one that comes up with the idea when he hears you curse the living shit out of wax strips from the bathroom. 

Gets super excited at the prospect. 

Can’t even sit still in the chair despite your attempts to warn him about the pain. 

Chanting “do it, do it, do it” while you put the strip on. 

Countdown? What’s that?

Immediately yells ‘WOHOOO’ when you pull it off.

“That tickles. Do it again!”

The excitement he does it with is almost disturbing.

 Actually becomes his favorite past time so now every time you wax, he’s just there too waiting for his turn. 

how romantic of him.  

Says it’s not the same if he’s doing it so now you are on constant wax duty too.

(honorable mentions to: takemichi and smiley who i think would break into tears and baji and hanma who would take it like champs.)