#anon the way your ask took a turn actually made me laugh out loud

[evermoredeluxe]

His own brother said that Travis is incredibly good at disarming people even before they realise. Taylor probably agrees, like she went from getting a friendship bracelet and a year later, watching him call the NYC municipality about the complete degeneracy of the puddles on their sidewalks inconveniencing his wife girlfriend.

i also fear that any furniture taylor’s stubbed her toe on or any equipment that has hurt taylor is afraid of travis now. no inconveniencing tayprincess!

[lcriedlastnight]

coming home after a shitty day and napping with lando is all a girl needs. you both wake up at midnight rambling, barely even awake, then go straight back to sleep again cause god what i would DO to be wrapped up in his arms all cosy and warm mmfghds

ugh so true anon! i need me some of this pls. also i might've gotten carried away with this one teehee, she was only supposed to be a baby blurb!

tw: fem!reader, swears maybe, lmk if you want me to add anything.

w/c: 1.3k

this day was seriously one from hell, you were sure of it. throught no fault of his own, lando had made you late for work this morning. you were too busy admiring his sleeping face to realise that an hour had passed and you were not even out of bed yet. you had rushed around trying to get ready. your makeup was not sitting right on your face, so it took you twice as long to get ready because you had to take it off and start again.

then last night, when you had put your uniform into the dryer, you did not even notice that the machine was not even plugged in, so your clothes were still wet and you had no time to dry them. lando had told you not to go to work in wet clothes or you would end up with a cold but you had snapped at him, asking what he thought you should do seeing as you were already running late and had no other options.

lando knew about how stressed being late made you, he knew it made you freak out, even though you would be fine, so he offered to run your hairdryer over them to see if he could make it any better seeing as you told him you had no time to plug the actual dryer in. lando forced you to quickly eat some breakfast, so you do that then brush your teeth. by the time you pull your uniform on, it was still wet but it was a little bit better. you kiss lando goodbye and rush out the door.

you had called the cafe you worked in while you were driving there, explaining that you were on your way and how sorry you were for running late. you made up some bullshit excuse that your car would not start and they had believed it. the first good thing to happen today.

once you had actually gotten to work the place was swarming with people, you had never, ever seen it like this before. it was so difficult trying to force your way through the crowd to even get inside.

you saw your coworker and had asked what was going on and she just shrugged. the rush had lasted three hours. you and all the staff were rushed off your feet the whole time, and then for an hour afterwards because the place was a dump and it was a five man job to clean it up.

the one thing that you usually looked forward to on the days you were working and lando was with you was having lunch together, but of course today that hadn't gone to plan either. because of the rush you had completely missed your usual break time by hours and that had made you miss your usual meeting with your boyfriend. today was one of those days where you felt like you needed it the most too. you had taken a sneaky ten minutes to cry in the stockroom. whoever was watching the cameras then would have had a great laugh.

lando also usually brought your lunch to you so you never brought food with you to work when lando was at home so that caused you to have to go down the street and buy food, which you hated because it rubbed in the fact that you were not sitting with you boyfriend, laughing about something funny he had seen on instagram right now.

an hour before your shift had ended you had ended up with a hole in your trousers. you were so embarrassed because the sound of the fabric ripping apart was so loud you were sure they could hear it down the street. you had asked your manager if you could new ones but she had told you the new uniform shipment was not due for another three weeks, so you had to go the next three weeks with ripped trousers. 'this day cannot get any worse' you had thought to yourself. it did.

once your shift had finally ended, you jumped into your car and did not look back. turns out you had left your phone in your locker so you had to turn back.

walking through the doors of your shared flat with lando had felt like literal heaven. it was fleeting as seconds later, you heard laughs and shouts coming from lando's gaming room. he was busy. the only thing you wanted after your shift from hell was to come home in lay in lando's arms. you felt bad interrupting him and you did not even know if he was streaming or not so you left him to it. you peel your clothes off and jump in for the quickest shower you had probably ever been in.

you had no motivation to made dinner for yourself so you treat yourself to the leftovers from whatever lando had made himself and collapse onto the couch.

"hi honey! you're home?" lando asks. you did not know when he had came through but you mumble your reply into the couch pillow anyways. it does not take a genius to work out you were upset and lando being lando, well he did what he knew best. he saunters over and crawls up behind you, arms pulling you into his chest. it takes a little shuffling to make it work but once you were both comfortable and content wrapped in each others arms, you let out a content sigh.

"bad day, pretty?" lando mumbles into your neck, pressing light, innocent kisses in his wake. you groan as his words remind you about your nightmare of a day.

"just kept getting worse." you pout, reflecting on the worst parts of your day. lando coos against your skin, it tickles and brings a smile to your once moody face.

"my poor girl, you're so brave." lando jokes. "i think someone needs a little nap, hm?" lando suggests. usually you would protest, who goes for a nap at seven thirty at night but you knew that this time, there was not a bone in your body that was saying no. in lieu of answering you just move yourself so that lando's chin was resting on your head, and you were hiding in his chest. "just for a little bit." you mumble. lando hums then you are asleep minutes later.

when you come to it is dark in the living room. you had not slept for a little while, like what you had told lando. it seems that he had also fallen asleep. you barely feel like you have woken up, but you know you have because of the discomfort of the two of you falling asleep on the couch.

"lan, wake up." you grumble with a less than gentle tap to his cheek.

"lan, we need to go to bed." you try again.

"m'already in bed. go back to sleep." lando mutters as he tries to shush you by pulling your head back into his chest. your next words are muffled by lando's hoodie. you fight a little against the hand on the back of your head, keeping it where lando wants it, trying to get him to move to the bed.

lando groans, one hand moving to sling over the back of the couch to grab the throw cover you keep there. he then, in one quick move your half asleep brain cannot even begin to compute, he pulls you on top of him and wraps the fluffy cover over the top of you.

"there, y'comfy now so jus' go t'sleep please, baby." lando pleads, bringing a hand to move under your pyjama top to run across the plain of your back. you keen at his soft, warm touch.

"kay." lando grins and tangles his legs with yours, wanting to be as close to you as he possibly could be.

"don't bitch tomorrow when you have a sore back." you warn him, words slurred with the sleep that was seconds away.

lando huffs. "worth it."

[hookhausenschips]

Can I request plus size!reader where she is dating Charles but instead of her getting hate and stuff for her looks, the fans actually love her and question how Charles can handle all of her? THEY ARE THIRSTY thank you- 🦥 anon

Anon I love you, I enjoyed creating this. It might be extra cheesy but🤷🏽‍♀️🫶🏽

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Warnings: Thirsty fans, Charles is clingy, Y/N is a smartass but she loves her man

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Charles Leclerc had always been known for his charm both on and off the track, but when the news broke that the Ferrari driver was dating a plus-size Black woman named Y/N, the internet exploded in a way no one quite expected.

Instead of the usual scrutiny that comes with being in the spotlight, especially for women who don’t fit the stereotypical mold, Y/N was met with nothing but love—and a lot of thirst. Leclerc’s fans couldn’t get enough of her confidence, radiant smile, and how effortlessly she seemed to handle herself next to the F1 star. But that wasn’t all. The conversation online quickly shifted to something a bit more… provocative.

“How does Charles even handle her?” one fan tweeted, accompanied by a gif of someone dramatically fainting. Another user posted, “Charles out here pulling a QUEEN like Y/N? Boy, you better be built for this!” with fire emojis.

The more they saw of the couple, the thirstier the comments got.

“Charles, blink twice if you’re okay!” one commenter joked after seeing a video of the couple laughing together at a party, Y/N playfully teasing him.

In an interview with a lifestyle magazine, Leclerc was asked about the dynamic between him and Y/N. His face lit up with a wide grin. “She’s incredible. I think I’m the lucky one, honestly. She’s got this presence… it’s magnetic.”

Y/N wasn’t shy about showing her love for Charles either, posting candid moments of the two together on her Instagram. One video that sent fans into a frenzy showed them dancing in their living room, Charles clearly struggling to keep up with Y/N’s moves.

The comments were on fire.

“How is he not on his knees for her 24/7?” one fan asked under the post. “Girl, you are TOO MUCH. Give him a break!” another joked.

At one point, during a Ferrari fan event, a group of women wearing matching T-shirts that read “Charles, can YOU handle her?” held up a sign that read, “Y/N, teach us your ways!”

Charles saw it and burst into laughter, shaking his head. Y/N, who was watching from the sidelines, waved at the group, flashing her signature smile.

“Maybe they should be asking me how I can handle him,” Y/N later joked on her Instagram story, winking at the camera.

From the moment I stepped into Charles’ world, I knew it was going to be intense. I mean, the guy’s an F1 driver, one of the most loved on the grid. But what I didn’t expect was the complete opposite of what I thought would come my way. The moment people found out about us—about me—it was like the fans flipped a switch. And not the kind of switch where they throw shade. Nope. These people were thirsty.

It started small. A few comments under pictures I posted of us together.

“You’re glowing, girl! But, uh, how is Charles handling all of that?” with a winking emoji.

I’d scroll through my Instagram and see stuff like, “We need to check on Charles’ endurance off the track!” or “How does a man with that much stamina survive with a goddess like her?” It made me laugh, honestly. But the more I saw, the wilder it got.

One night, we were at home, lounging on the couch, and I showed Charles a few of the more… explicit tweets.

“Charles, you good, mate?” I read out loud, barely able to contain my laughter. “Blink twice if she’s got you needing an oxygen mask.”

Charles took one look at the screen, his cheeks turning bright red. “They really think I’m struggling out here, don’t they?” he said, shaking his head with that boyish smile I adored.

I grinned at him, nudging him with my elbow. “I mean, they aren’t wrong. You barely keep up with me when we dance.”

“That’s because you don’t warn me before you start those Beyoncé routines in the living room,” he teased back, pretending to huff in frustration.

But the comments weren’t just about Charles. They were about me, too. The fans genuinely loved me, which was wild considering how harsh people can be. They loved my curves, my confidence, and how I didn’t shy away from showing affection to Charles in public. I was always expecting the backlash, the snide remarks about being a plus-size Black woman dating a guy like him. Instead, I was getting comments like, “Sis, PLEASE drop the workout routine because you look FIRE!” and “Y/N, I need your energy. Charles is lucky to even be in your orbit.”

The first time I saw the group of fans at a Ferrari event wearing shirts that said “Charles, can YOU handle her?” I couldn’t stop laughing. I waved at them, completely blown away by how extra they were. I guess I should’ve been embarrassed or something, but I wasn’t. I was feeling myself. And clearly, so were they.

Later, when Charles and I were back home, I sat cross-legged on the bed, still buzzing from the energy of the event.

“They really love you,” he said, leaning against the doorway, watching me as I scrolled through the photos of us.

I looked up at him and grinned. “They love us. Mostly because they think you can’t handle me.”

Charles raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms. “Oh, really?” he challenged, stepping closer, his voice low. “They’re wrong, you know. I can handle you just fine.”

I shot him a playful look. “Prove it.”

The next day, I posted a picture of us—his arms wrapped around me, me standing on my toes to kiss his cheek, the two of us smiling like we didn’t have a care in the world. The caption read: He can handle me just fine, thanks for asking.

The comments? Pure chaos.

“I BET HE CAN! 👀🔥”

“Girl, we don’t need details, but we’re imagining PLENTY.”

“I’m screaming—this whole thing is too much, and I’m living for it!”

Life with Charles was like this. Fun, light-hearted, but also deeper than the public ever saw. Sure, they saw the surface—how he adored me, how we were always laughing together. But what they didn’t see was the late-night talks, the quiet moments where he’d trace patterns on my back, or the times he’d look at me like I was the only person in the world.

The fans were obsessed, and honestly, I couldn’t blame them. But if they knew just how lucky I felt to have him? I think they’d really lose it.

It was the night before the race, and we were in our hotel room, another triple header. The race schedule had been nonstop, and though Charles loved the track, the constant travel and media pressure was taking a toll. He’d just gotten back from practice, exhausted, sweaty, and clearly in need of a break. I was lounging on the bed, scrolling through my phone, when I heard the shower turn off in the bathroom.

A few minutes later, Charles emerged, his hair damp and messy, a towel slung low around his hips. He looked up and caught my eye, offering me a small, tired smile. But there was something else—something heavy in the way he looked at me, as if he was holding onto something he wasn’t ready to say yet.

“You okay?” I asked, setting my phone down and sitting up on the bed.

He nodded, but instead of going to his suitcase to get dressed, he walked straight over to me and flopped down on the bed, still only in his towel. Without saying a word, he pulled me into his arms, holding me tight against his chest.

“Charles, you’re still wet!” I squealed, laughing as I felt the water from his hair drip onto me.

He just buried his face in my neck, mumbling something I couldn’t quite catch. I ran my fingers through his damp hair, letting him hold me, sensing he needed it. After a few moments of silence, I spoke up.

“What’s going on, baby?” I asked softly.

Charles sighed, his arms tightening around me. “I don’t know. Just… I missed you today.” His voice was muffled against my skin, and there was a softness in his tone that I hadn’t heard earlier.

I pulled back slightly to look at him, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. “You’ve seen me like, every day. What’s really bothering you?”

He hesitated for a moment, then finally admitted, “I’ve been seeing some of the comments again.”

I frowned. “Comments? What comments?”

“You know,” he said, his green eyes locking with mine, “the ones about you. The thirsty ones. People going on and on about how… how they’d kill to be with you. And I know it’s harmless, but sometimes… sometimes I just don’t like it.” He sounded almost shy as he said it, like he didn’t want to admit he was feeling jealous.

I couldn’t help but smile, finding it cute that this confident, world-class driver was feeling protective. “Charles, you’re not actually jealous, are you?”

He looked away, his face turning a bit red. “Maybe a little,” he muttered. “I just don’t like the way they talk about you. They don’t know you like I do. They don’t get to have you the way I do.”

My heart softened, and I leaned in to kiss him gently. “You know you’re the only one who has me, right? No one else even comes close.”

“I know,” he said, his lips brushing mine softly before he pulled back. “It’s just—sometimes I get these thoughts. Like… they don’t deserve to talk about you like that. You’re mine, and I don’t want to share even the idea of you.”

I laughed softly, wrapping my arms around his neck. “I belong to you, Charles. All of me. No one else gets to handle me like this.” I gave him a cheeky smile, knowing that would make him laugh.

And sure enough, his expression lightened, a playful glint returning to his eyes. “Damn right, they don’t,” he said, pulling me even closer. “I’m the only one who can handle you.”

I smirked, enjoying this clingy, vulnerable side of him. “You sure you can handle all of this, Leclerc? Because some of those fans seem to think you’re struggling.”

He narrowed his eyes at me, clearly pretending to be offended. “Oh, please. They have no idea what they’re talking about. I’m doing just fine.”

I giggled, giving him a playful shove. “You sure? Because the way you’re acting tonight makes me think you’re feeling a little insecure, Mr. Ferrari.”

“I’m not insecure,” he insisted, his voice a bit defensive but still soft. “I just… I want to make sure you know that I love you. And that… that I’m the only one who gets to be with you like this.”

I smiled, resting my forehead against his. “I know, Charles. And I love you, too. More than anyone could ever imagine.”

For a moment, neither of us said anything. We just stayed there, wrapped up in each other, the world outside fading away. Charles held me like he needed to remind himself that I was really here, that I was his.

Finally, I broke the silence. “You’re so clingy tonight. Is this what I should expect every time someone thirsts over me online?”

He laughed, his arms still locked around me. “Maybe. Guess you’ll have to get used to it.”

“I think I can manage that,” I whispered, pressing a kiss to his cheek before snuggling into his chest, both of us content in the quiet comfort of just being together.

Charles tightened his arms around me as I nestled against his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat comforting. The room was dimly lit by the bedside lamp, casting soft shadows on the walls, and the sound of the city outside faded into the background. It was just us in our little bubble, away from the noise and the track and all the pressures of the race weekend.

I could feel him relax a little, his muscles unclenching as he held me close. I traced small circles on his bare chest, smiling to myself. I loved this side of him—the part of Charles that wasn’t the confident, cool F1 driver but the sweet, vulnerable guy who just wanted to make sure I felt loved.

“So,” I murmured against his skin, “are you going to get clingy every time someone slides into my DMs or comments on my posts?”

He laughed softly, his breath warm against my hair. “Maybe I will. You’re my girlfriend—can’t let anyone think they have a chance.”

“Oh, they know they don’t have a chance,” I teased, looking up at him. “They’re just living out their little fantasies. It’s cute, really.”

Charles pouted, his brows furrowing just a little. “Cute for them, but not for me.”

I giggled, poking his side. “Aw, is someone a little jealous?” I teased, knowing exactly how to get under his skin.

He rolled his eyes, but I could see the corner of his mouth twitch into a smile. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“Maybe a little,” I admitted, grinning. “It’s not every day I get to see Charles Leclerc all jealous and possessive.”

He huffed, but his arms stayed firmly around me. “I’m not that possessive,” he mumbled, though I could tell he was lying.

“Oh, really?” I arched an eyebrow, sitting up slightly to look him in the eye. “Then explain why you’re clinging to me like I’m about to disappear.”

Charles’ green eyes sparkled as he met my gaze, his hand coming up to cup my cheek. “Because you’re the best thing in my life,” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. “And sometimes I just want to make sure you know that. That you’re mine.”

My heart fluttered at his words. As much as I teased him, I loved how deeply he cared for me. His jealousy wasn’t about insecurity—it was about how much he valued what we had. I leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips.

“I know, Charles,” I whispered against his mouth. “I know, and I’m yours. Always.”

He kissed me back, his lips soft and slow, like he was savoring the moment. When we finally pulled away, he sighed, his forehead resting against mine. “I’m sorry for being weird about it. I just… I don’t want anyone thinking they can take what’s mine.”

I smiled, brushing my fingers through his damp hair. “No one could, even if they tried.”

He pulled me back down to lay against his chest, his hand gently stroking my back. “Good. Because I don’t think I’d survive without you.”

I laughed, pressing a kiss to his collarbone. “Well, you don’t have to worry about that. I’m not going anywhere.”

For a while, we lay there in comfortable silence, my head resting against his chest, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my back. The tension from earlier melted away, leaving only the warmth of being close to each other.

Just when I thought he had drifted off, he spoke again, his voice soft and teasing this time. “So… you’re saying if they thirst over you more, I get more cuddles?”

I chuckled, shaking my head. “You’re ridiculous.”

He grinned, pulling me closer. “Yeah, but you love me for it.”

I smiled against his skin. “I do.”

Charles let out a content sigh, his hold on me never loosening. “Good, because I’m not letting you go anytime soon.”

And honestly, I didn’t want him to.

After a beat of silence, he added, “Just… promise me something?”

I tilted my head. “What?”

“If the fans keep getting thirstier, you’ll remind them who you belong to?”

I grinned. “Oh, don’t worry. I’ll make sure they know exactly who’s handling me just fine.”

y/n

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[fraugwinska]

Hi! Okay, damn, sorry, i tried to chill out and not request again so quickly 😅 but I've been constantly thinking about your writing, and I've read all your Alastor one shots like 10 times each...

I'm especially hung up on the ending of More than Words, I did not expect you to end it in such a sweet way and honestly I'd love to see a follow up to that, basically a part two :)

Plot wise I was thinking:

It's been a few weeks since the two of you fell asleep on the couch and Charlie is getting impatient since nothing else happened between Alastor and reader but she can see the way the two looks at each other when they think no one is watching. So, Charlie being Charlie, makes up a plan to set you two up. She also involves everyone at the hotel and some people outside (Rosie) - she makes it so whenever there's some activity, you two are always paired up, or Rosie invites you both for dinner but five minutes into it she leaves saying she forget about something important. And you notice what she's trying to do and while you do appreciate it, you also see that Alastor feels anxious and pressured (you see that but not the fact he's growing feeling for you), so you decide to talk with her. And Alastor hears everything? And we get another amazing sweet emotional ending? 👀🥰

Last thing last - please do not feel pressured to write it or anything, i just wanted to share this with you cause it's been on my mind 😅❤️

You ask - the fluff fairy delivers! 🧚✨ I loved More than words, so I was super happy and excited to write a continuation - and it's as fluffy and wholesome as can be! :> Thank you, Anon, for the suggestion and your beautiful, kind words!!!

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Louder than Words

"...and with Niffty choosing Husk, that leaves you two."

Charlie clapped her hands together with a gleeful smile, eyes darting between an annoyed looking Alastor and an annoyed looking you.

"Yes. That leaves us.", you sigh.

"Again.", Alastor adds, the smile on his lips twitching.

"Oh come on, guys, don't be such spoilsports. Look at how much fun this is!" she gestured to a blindfolded and beaten up Vaggie, cursing at Angel in Spanish who howled with laughter as he pushed her through Charlies makeshift obstacle course with much too much carelessness.

"Well I'll be damned. Ange actually managed to get her to to run into the same desk twice without gettin' punched.", Husk said in amused bewilderment, just as a loud "OUCH, ey, stop it Vagina!" was heard. Niffty giggled, blindfolding herself and taking Husks paw. The cat groaned but started to lead her - or more she dragged him - through the course, constantly (almost purposely) hitting something in her way.

You and Alastor looked at each other.

"Well, I guess you don't feel like going through a minefield of office furniture.", you shrugged, and took the last blindfold from Charlies hands, ignoring her excited squeal as you put it on. "Don't let me run into the coffee table, my shins still hurt from last weeks bonding exercise..."

Alastor let out an exasperated sigh. "Very well, then."

This was getting out of hand. As you felt Alastor's hand on your back, pushing you into the blindness forward, you thought about the last few bonding and trust exercises and how blatantly obvious Charlie was in her determination to get you and Alastor together.

At first you didn't mind, since she didn't make you do anything that wasn't bearable. On one activity, you had to tell your partner what you appreciated about them, that had been easy. Before Alastor could turn to Niffty, who stood next to him, she had almost hauled herself away, insisting on Angel as her partner, and Angel - next to you - nodded with unfitting eagerness. Alastor told you about how good you were at listening and giving good advice, and you had told him you loved the way he spoke - the accent, his way of choosing words and the melodic voice he had, and that you liked his laugh. Easy.

On another activity, Charlie made everyone pair up (of course, you were Alastor's partner, and this time you were sure the sticks you drew were marked by Charlie and Husk by the way they had shared mischievous looks) and hug their partner for five minutes. That had been less fun. You were much too aware how averse Alastor was to physical touch, and although he could've had it worse with Angel or Vaggie, you still felt bad when you saw the look on his face as Charlie set the timer. "We don't have to, Al. I can just sit this one out.", you had told him, but with a pained smile, he wrapped his arms around you stiffly, holding you in an awkward embrace. "It's alright dear, just... stay still, would you?" It had been a weird, uncomfortable silence, those five minutes. You avoided any touch yourself and did not dare to look him in the eyes, so to not make it any more weird for him.

It had taken you a long time to understand that the radio demon was, in it's essence, just another former human being turned sinner. A man with a lot of traumas and issues, who had died and gone to hell. Not a good person by heavenly standards... by most standards really, being an overlord and cannibal and all, but in hell that didn't really mean anything, you were all there for a reason. It certainly meant nothing to you. With a lot of work from your end, he had learned to trust you, and in return he let you get to know him, step by step.

But all these efforts could go down the drain at this infuriating persistence of everyone around you to force something that shouldn't be forced. Alastor was already uncomfortable at being touched, already hesitant to share things from his past, or his feelings, already on the fence of showing genuine kindness and trust. The last thing you wanted was to lose all the progress you've made with him.

The feeling of his arms around you had burned itself into your memory, and the scent of him had stuck to your skin for a long time. You weren't stupid, it had been a long time coming, this goddamn crush on him, this fluttering feeling one gets when getting too close to another. You had fallen for him a long time ago, and you could argue with reason all you wanted - it didn't change the fact you liked Alastor more than just a friend. BUT - and this but was important - he never had shown any interest in relationships, romance, love or anything. And that was fine. You were content to have him in your life, and if that was as 'just' trusted friends, you would still take it in a heartbeat.

"Watch out, darling, armchair to your left." Alastor's voice, right next to your ear, made you flinch. "Careful now, the carpet is starting to change into hardwood.", he warned and you nodded, taking careful steps. You had no idea where you were in the foyer, or if you were nearing the door or the stairs. "Are we anywhere close to the finish line?", you asked him and you heard his quiet chuckle.

"Oh no, we still have quite a way to go. Don't worry, my dear, I'll make sure you're not going to run into the remains of the cupboard Niffty just destroyed." His hand on your waist, guiding you, made you swallow nervously.

That gesture reminded you of another instance of your friends overreaching insistence - your visit at Rosie's last week. Rosie, your long-time friend, had invited you and Alastor for a dinner party. She had sent a message through Charlie (which should have been your first clue that something was not right), but both of you had decided to go, because who were you to deny her hospitality? You had been surprised to find her emporium so... empty, when you entered. No servants, no other guests, no one. Only you, Alastor and Rosie, sitting in her lounge chatting about the newest gossip of hellish politics before she served a whole feast of venison, various vegetables and side dishes, all of which had looked exquisite and overly fancy.

She had left almost as soon as you and Alastor sat down, saying she forgot to pick up something important from across the colony, and to not wait on her while she rushed out of the room with a glistening smile. You had watched her suspiciously, knowing she was up to something. It didn't take a genius to realize she was trying to set you two up, and Alastor seemed to have understood the same, because of the way he pinched the bridge of his nose, visibly uncomfortable and tense the whole evening. It had been a somewhat awkward affair, the two of you eating and desperately chatting, unwilling to waste the food. But you couldn't even get a proper bite down your throat with how much your stomach was twisting.

When Rosie returned, she found you sitting on the sofa, drinking tea, while Alastor was absent.

"Did something happen?", she had asked you with a pinch of impish curiosity, and you had replied "No. Nothing." in a dry tone. She had sat down next to you, asking how dinner had been, and if the two of you enjoyed yourselves. "Oh yes, it was lovely, although your seat empty surely was a little damper on the fun." you had answered, giving her a fake smile. You never saw her that abashed before. When Alastor returned to bring you back to the hotel, the walk had been... silent. Awkward, as you hung on his arm he had presented you, with him unable to look you in the eyes and you not wanting to press him into more talking. When you had arrived home, he guided you through the double doors, his hand on your waist, before quickly saying good night and melting into his shadows to rush away into his room, leaving you alone in the dark foyer.

It was like you were standing on glass, always having an eye out to make sure others wouldn't push too hard and break the thin ice you walked on, with a dangerous fondness deep beneath the surface, too fragile to poke.

"...listening, Darling?"

"Huh? What?"

You felt the blindfold being removed from your eyes, the sudden light blinding you.

"You look a little flushed my dear." you blinked your eyes, only to see Alastor stand directly in front of you, just barely out of arms reach, staring you in the face with a scrutinizing expression. "The exercise is over, we made it through the course without a scratch, I hope I didn't cause you any discomfort."

It took a moment for you to realize that you stood at the edge of the maze of furniture, but what really knocked you off your balance was the way Alastor's head was tilted slightly to one side, his crimson eyes almost boring through you, staring deep into your soul, as if he was looking for you, truly seeing you, and how he reached out a sharp tipped hand towards you with the look of worry on his face. You took a step back, laughing nervously and raking a hand through your hair.

"All good, Al. I'm just glad there's no imprint of my face on any of the cupboards." You saw him jerk his hand back with a pained smile. "Splendid.", he laughed, the edges of it trembling. He looked everywhere but at you, "Shall we join the others, then?"

You followed him to one of the sofas and let yourself fall on the plush cushions next to him. You watched his ears twitch as Angel hollered a jubilant cheer of Vaggie's name, who finally reached the end of the course, the blood on her shins almost dried. Husk patted a panting Niffty on the back with a fond look, while Charlie cheered as Angel bowed for her with a big grin.

"Told 'ya the spicy taco and I could make it out alive and in one piece, Charls!"

Vaggie gave Angel a deathly glance, then sighed. "It's high time for lunch, hon. All the blood loss made me hungry..."

The group collectively agreed and headed towards the kitchen, talking and laughing loudly with each other. You couldn't help but give Alastor, who kept his gaze anywhere else than to you, a look, furrowing your brow. This had to stop, now.

"Charlie, do.... do you have a minute?"

The princess stopped to look at you, her smile disappearing and her eyes widening as she saw the stern expression on your face.

"Uh- Yeah, sure.", she shot Vaggie a look, as if begging for her help, but you just grabbed her hand and pulled her away into a nearby corridor while the others snickered and headed off, telling them to take their time. Charlie gave you a nervous glance, and the pitiful face of guilt only worsened your mood.

"Charlie, I know you mean well, but you have to stop."

"Listen, I didn't mean any harm..." Her face was full of pitiful remorse. You pinched the bridge of your nose and sighed.

"I'm aware of that, Charlie, but you are making Al uncomfortable."

"I'm sorry, really, that's not my intention! I just Thought you two need a little push in the right..."

"This whole... THIS might end our friendship all together and I don't want to take that risk! You're even getting the others involved. For fuck's sake, even Rosie is in on it. Al doesn't want this - us, relationship-thing, WHATEVER, and it is not okay for you to press us!"

Her eyebrows shot up. "But you want it."

"What?", you said, irritated.

"You're only talking about him, and his feelings. But what I'm hearing is, that you... you like him, right? You'd say yes to..."

Tears of frustration shot into your eyes. Why didn't Charlie get it? "That doesn't matter. It's not something only one can decide, you should know that. He doesn't feel the same, and that's fine. He doesn't want to be with me, and that's fine. I can accept that. What I can't accept is the way you're hellbent on forcing a relationship on us. He is happy the way we are, and I don't want you and the others to mess that up."

You turn away from her, angry and hurt. "I just... want him to be happy. To have his boundaries respected."

"I... I'm sorry...", Charlie started, but you already walked off.

You were angry. Angry at Charlie, angry at everyone, angry at yourself. Almost at your doorstep, a hand on your shoulder stopped you.

"Dearest? I'd like to talk, if that's alright with you."

It was Alastor. Of course it was Alastor.

Your heart was pounding in your chest, a feeling of dread and guilt washing over you, as if he had overheard the entire conversation, and you slowly turned around, swallowing. He didn't seem upset, but his face was calm and serious, not the usual cheerful smile on his lips.

"Of course."

He held the door to your own room open for you, closing it behind him after you entered.

"Take a seat, Darling, if you would."

You sat down, hands in your lap, avoiding his gaze, looking at your carpet with feigned interest. Your heart was hammering against your ribs, a painful stinging sensation in your stomach.

"Darling, would you look at me, please."

With a heavy sigh, you obliged, looking up.

"Al, listen, I'm sorry...", you started, but were interrupted by the radio demon's hand, raising up.

"Please. Let me talk, would you, my dear."

You closed your mouth, and he nodded, a gentle smile on his lips.

"I know I'm a... difficult man. And I am not exactly the best in understanding the feelings of others. I also know that the princess and - under her meticulous orchestration - our fellow residents, are quite adamant in their endeavor to try and push us together."

You swallowed, hard. The way he looked at you made your stomach drop.

"Al, listen, it's alright, I've talked to Charlie and I'll tell the others to stop..."

"Darling, would you PLEASE shut up for a minute?"

The room was suddenly silent. He rarely talked like that to you.

"As I was saying..." He sighed, and you couldn't help but think he was utterly frustrated. You felt horrible. "I don't appreciate it when people assume what I want or don't want."

"Neither do I.", you mumbled, and he let out a laugh.

"That is precisely my point, Darling." Alastor took a few steps towards you, his cane twirling in his hands before he poofed it out of existence. "And as such, I've been pondering for a while how to proceed. The way the others keep pestering us, I thought it's better to clear things up between us."

Your heart sank. So he did overhear your conversation with Charlie, after all. You couldn't blame him. You would've done the same.

"Alastor, I understand..."

"Do you now?", he asked, tilting his head to one side, an incredulous smirk playing on his lips. Lips that were suddenly awfully close to your own. When did he get so close? Why did he get so close?!

Everything slowed down - his arm snaked around your waist, his hand came up to your neck, a thumb caressing the little dip of the bottom of your jaw. Your trembling hands came to rest on his chest, and you felt his heartbeat hammering underneath the fabric of his jacket. His eyes, those beautiful crimson eyes, were fixed on yours, and your breath came out in a shaky sigh before his lips closed over yours, kissing you so softly and sweetly you could barely comprehend what was happening. Your fingers gripped the lapels of his jacket, holding on for dear life, and as he deepened the kiss, you gasped, your whole body tensing, melting, yearning.

It felt like a dream, an out of body experience, and for a short, panicked moment, you felt the cold, hard grip of fear around your heart. What if it was just a dream, and when you wake up, everything is back to the way it was before? What if he would pull away any moment, and apologize, saying he made a mistake?

But the fear disappeared almost immediately, when Alastor hummed contently, and pulled you even closer to him.

You could feel the warmth of his body, the way his hand on your neck got tangled in your hair, how his breath was mingling with yours, and the scent of him filled your nose. The faint smell of spices, old books, wood and something like burnt amber, a scent you would never get enough of.

"Now tell me, dearest, if you understood.", he murmured against your lips, the grin audible in his voice.

"I... might need a little more explanation."

You could almost hear him roll his eyes as he leaned in to kiss you again, and his laughter against your lips made your heart skip more than just one beat. The sound of wood cracking and a loud rumble snapped both of your heads towards your door.

In a pile of heads and limbs, five bodies fell through the splintered wood of your door frame, groaning in pain, the remains of the door still swinging in its hinges.

Alastor looked at the pile of eavesdroppers, a wide, dangerous grin on his face.

"Dear me, what an entrance. I wonder, did the door offend you, or was that the result of a lack of proper manners?"

Angel, being the first to poke his head out of the groaning mess of sinners, pointed at you with one of his arms, the others fisted the air in victory.

"A-HA! WE FUCKING DID IT, fuck yeah!"

Niffty, the next one to crawl out of the pile, nodded eagerly.

"I knew it, I knew it, I knew it!", she chanted, jumping up and down excitedly on a groaning Husk's back.

Charlie's face came into view, a guilty look on her face as she untangled the others in a hurry, shoving them out of the door.

"Uh, so, sorry, the door was kinda in the way. Didn't want to interrupt anything, sooo, We're just gonna... get back to cooking."

With her tail between her legs, the flustered princess and her entourage vanished faster than the speed of light, leaving you and Alastor alone with your heart pounding fast, your hands still clutching the front of the overlords jacket, and his arms around your waist in a protective embrace, your breaths mingling.

"Would it bother you terribly if I killed them?", Alastor growled low in his throat, his smile widening.

You just couldn't stop grinning. "As tempting as that is... I rather you don't. For now, that is. Ask me again when they are finished cooking."

He returned your smile. "Fair enough, dear."

He closed the gap between you and his lips meet yours halfway in a soft, and most certainly not-enough-to-last-a-lifetime kind of kiss. You thought you could get used to this.

"I'm sure they can handle lunch by themselves, don't you think?", he hummed into your ear. You didn't trust your voice to reply, and simply nodded.

"Wonderful."

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[cherubcameron]

popstar!reader x ex boyfriend!rafe where she goes on her first tour and hes in the crowd!? (i dont mind where you take this)

- 🎀🥰

Aaaa!! I’m so glad you asked, this is my favorite topic. Lowkey was writing something like this already but this will just be a different version to it. Sorry this took so long, I had a lot going on. I work a lot so it’s hard for me to make time sometimes. Plus I didn’t know what direction to take this. So sorry if it’s butt cheeks. Also I’m using Sabrina’s music cause I love her 🤭 another note, this doesn’t follow the description I made for girly!popstar reader because this came first. So this is yours anon.

Border: @chilumitos

The anticipation was turning your stomach inside out. You were in your fifth city and should have been accustomed to touring by now. But still, this was different. You were back in Kildare, the fresh ocean air hitting your face, as you stared out into the crowd. You were hidden behind curtains. The nerves were rushing through you.

“It’s been a while, huh?”Mike,one of the boys who danced with you asked, you simply nodded your head. It’d been too long actually. You’d made sure that you played in your hometown. Hoping that it would be enough for one blue eyed boy to come out and see you. But you weren’t sure, the music you made didn’t seem like something he would be into.

“Too long.”

This tour so far was taking a lot out of you. You hadn’t anticipated how much of a demand you became. You’d sold out almost every show that you had listed. It was crazy and the magnitude of it, still couldn’t conclude in your brain.

“Congratulations girl. Seems like you brought out a big crowd. You must have been popular.”

Which was further than the truth, but you laughed at his joke anyway.

“You go up in five!” Ricky, one of the tour managers says. “Get into position people!”

“You ready?”

You nodded, the crowd is loud, unexpectedly. You hadn’t known how many people were going to be here. Your heart was racing, but this was your favorite part.

You waited until it was your cue…

Wheezie had been persistent. She’d been there since the beginning of your journey; quite literally. So she had wanted to come out to one of your shows. She’d asked Ward and Rose, they shared worried glances over at Rafe.

“It’s fine.. it’s not like you’re asking me to go.” Rafe says, but Wheezie has a look on her face that says otherwise.

“Why? She’s my ex girlfriend. That’s weird.” Rafe said but deep down he knew he wanted to go. His heart still beat for you, he just didn’t want to admit to that. He would look soft and he hated looking soft.

“I still have hope for the two of you.” Wheeze admits. Rafe rolls eyes but his heart flutters.

“Hope is for suckers.”

She managed to make him come to your show. A big grin on her face, Sarah managed to weasel her way into seeing you as well. The Cameron siblings never got along well. Wheezie getting along separately which each of them. But somehow you managed to bring them all together.

“Introducing.. the one and only.. Y/N L/N.” You ran out on stage, a cute little smile on your face. Rafes heart leaped as he saw you. He couldn’t believe he was seeing you living your dream.

“Oh I leave quite an impression..”

Your eyes spotted Rafe, halfway through the song. Your heart raced, you hadn’t expected this to happen. Never believed in a million years, you would see those bright blue eyes again. You noticed Wheezie and Sarah in the crowd with him. Your heart swelled even more.

The song finishes, your heart racing as you run of to the other side of the stage. You felt awkwardness trying to built a home in you. But you shook it off with a head shake. The next song was one that you made about him. When you were angry and you weren’t sure how he’d take it.

“I won’t give a fuck about you.”

The song began and you had to start singing once more. You were getting the audience pumped up and you could spot Wheezie and Sarah dancing. Rafe had his arms crossed, his jaw ticking. Great.

“I won’t give a fuck about you!” You sang into the mic then turning it to the crowd. They repeated the words as you did so. You spot Sarah singing it into Rafes face and he rolls his eyes. A giggle you can’t hear over the crowd escapes her lips. Wheezie is smiling up at you and you smile back.

“My cute ass bye bye!”

You couldn’t help but laugh as you danced along to your music. Thankfully, it looked like it was apart of the show.—What were the odds, Rafe was here, Wheezie and Sarah made sense. But you don’t know how they managed to drag Rafe along with them. You continue on anyway, you had a show to put on. And you were surprised how amp up everyone was. How many of them knew the lyrics to your song.

This felt so surreal, like you couldn’t believe people here still kept up to date with you.

Rafe had always known you were someone meant for a life bigger than you. So this was no surprise, it stung to know that he was inches away from you. But unable to hold you, kiss you, to be with you. You were finally at your final three songs.

He could tell Wheezie and Sarah were having fun. He hated that he was the sore thumb in the situation. His arms were crossed, not because he didn’t want to be here. But because this wasn’t how he expected things to have gone between the two of you. Things had fallen apart so badly and he didn’t think it was irreversible. He had let things hang in the air like it didn’t matter. When it did.

“You know she’s here for a couple of more days until she leaves again..” Sarah says, her eyes still on you, Rafe slowly turns to her.

“How do you know that?”

Sarah only smiles looking up at him.

You had stopped by one of the local coffee shops the next day, tired from night 1 out of the three shows you were going to do at Kildare. You tapped your fingers gently on the table, your eyes staring at the door. Waiting for someone…

Rafe stepped through the threshold, his eyes immediately going to you. Maybe, sometimes relationships can be rekindled.

“Hi…

[casimirlovescoffee]

Hello, I just saw that your requests are open and you are doing Castlevania writing. May I request a sunshine reader that has a depressive episode with Alucard, Trevor, Sypha and Hector?

Depressed Sunshine (GN Reader)

Rating: Teen

TW: Depressive Episode

Tags: Angst, Comfort

A/N: Since you didn't tell me what gender you wanted the reader to be, I made them GN, I hope that is okay with you Anon. As awlays, enjoy!

Alucard:

Alucard loved your smiles a lot and every time you laughed, it made him giggle. You were someone he enjoyed the company of and one day he started to refer to you as his personal sunshine. He never once saw you sad and you had a way of staying positive even in dark times.

So when he heard you crying one day, while Trevor and Sypha were asleep, he was very worried. He had walked over to where you laying on a bedroom, your head buried in a small dirty pillow. He sat down beside you and hesitated for a moment, before gently placing a hand on your back gently.

When you moved to sit up and looked at him, he felt his heart break at your tears. He immidetly pulled you into a hug and held you close while he said that everything would be okay. When you told him how you felt so bad right now, he held you closer and made sure to whisper words of comfort into your ear.

"Everything is okay, my sunshine."

Trevor:

When Trevor first meet you, he found it strange how positive you were in those dark times. He never once saw you cry or sad. Thinking back on it, he didn't know of even one day where you seemed to have even one negative emotion. He jokingly called you a positive angel and every time you were too positive in his eyes, he called you that.

When everyone had settled down to sleep one day, he opened his eyes when he heard a small whimper. He sighed and sat up, ready to complain, untill he found you shaking a bit on your bedroll. It took his brain a hot minute to catch up with the fact that you were actually crying as quietly as you could.

Trevor being Trevor, he was not good at talking about feelings and stuff like that, so he laid down behinde you. he touvhed your back to make you turn to him and then carefully pulled you into his arms to hold you against his chest. Trevor gently nuzzled your hair and stroked one hand up and down your back.

"Let it all out, angel. Cry as much as you need to."

Sypha:

Sypha always loved how positive you were, no matter what you were doing. You were up against a monster? You fought with a smile. You accidently dropped your favouirte book in some mud? You joked about it while smiling brightly. You tripped over the root of a tree and scarped open your knee? You smiled all happy still and joked about how rude the root was for making you trip. She belived you were incapable of being sad.

So when she made a fire one night where you guys camped, while Trevor and Alucard were out hunting a few rabbits for dinner, she blinked when she heard a whimper. She looked to where it came from and when she saw you hugging your knees, she blinked and toched your shoulder. "My dearest, are you okay?" She asked.

When you shook your head and let out a loud sob, she was shocked and quickly hugged you. She immidetly asaked if everything was okay, sounding almost protective. When you told her that you felt depressed, she held you even closer.

"Please vent to me. I am here forever and I will hold you untill you feel better, my dearest."

Hector:

How you were so postive was beyond him. The world was so fucked and you were helping killing humans. How you could find it in yourself to smile all day really was a mystery. Even wewre you created monsters, being a forgemaster as well, he found you smiling as you worked away and made the worst looking monsters known to mankind.

So when he one day walked past your forgery room and he hear sobs coming from the room, it made him stop walking. He even took some steps back and frowned, opening the door to see if maybe you had accidently gotten hurt by a monster you had made.

When he instead saw you sitting on the ground, hugging your legs while your face was buried in your knees, he felt his heart ache. He approched your carefully and knelt down beside you. "My love?" he asked softly and tensed when you quickly hugged him while crying. He hugged you back then and held you close, letting you cry into his chest. "Did someone hurt you? I can kill them if you want." Hector said gently and played with your hair. When you calmed down a bit and told him that you just felt depressed, he held you almost protective now.

"Then I will stay by your side untill you feel better, my love."

[storydays]

A silly little request from anon.

What if while in Gristles and Bridgets wedding, John Dory’s daughter (y/n) was found by Branch, thinking that she was lost and shocked that his older brother had a kid. (actually JD just lost her in the woods while hunting for food. Branch knew that Y/n is jd’s kid cuz of the looks) JD AND Y/N, FATHER-DAUGHTER REUNION. But also angst, since y/n didn’t know anything about her father

sorry my english is bad

When Will I See You Again?

John Dory X Daughter!Reader

Branch X Niece! Reader

BROPPY

(15 years ago)

“Yeah, yeah! Baby girl, wait until you try Big Daddy’s gumbo!” a 30 year old John Dory laughed loudly as he mixed some vegetables and yak burger meat in a pan, making faces at his 8 month old daughter who giggled from her playpen.

It’d been the two of them since Kyomi, John’s wife of 15 years, passed during labor. It still hurt but John still had a reason to smile everyday:  you. 

You were a perfect combination of himself and your mother; although you took his smile and hair color, you took your mother’s calming personality and you both had that cute little gap between your front teeth. Your mother was an R&B Troll, one of the subgenres of Pop and Funk Trolls, who lived on a small island between Pop Village and Vibe City.

John Dory came across her during his journey of self discovery and Kyomi helped him break out of the role of oldest brother and the leader role, and helped him to understand why his brothers’ reacted the way they did. Together they then traveled around the world, looking for his siblings. But once John had seen how happy his brothers were, he’d decided to keep his distance, they didn’t need him anymore. 

John snapped out of his thoughts when he smelled something burning. “Ah sugar!” He yelled as he moved you further away from the campfire and hurriedly put the water out. 

Once the fire was out, he turned to check you over, but you were fine, and not even paying attention to him anymore, instead you were facing away from him, playing with the necklace around your neck and babbling to yourself. John sighed softly and walked over to your crib and watched you play for a few minutes.

“Well, that gumbo is going to have to be made another day, darlin’. How about a breakfast dinner?” He asked, before grabbing you up, making you squeal in surprise, and put you in the baby carrier before heading out into the forest for more wood.

*timeskip*

You babbled along as John Dory sang softly under his breath, as he gathered wood, when a loud screech startled you both. 

John cursed under his breath before rushing off, trying to get you both to safety when a claw scratched against him, making him trip, and hiss as he pressed a hand to his chest, feeling the deep scratches, before he felt his blood run cold when he realized you were no longer attached to him. 

“Nonononono!” He yelled, chasing after the bird before he tripped over a tree branch and face planted in the dirt, rushing to get up, yelling your name, hoping something could help him.

But the bird was far from his reach and so were you.

John Dory fell to his knees before an harsh sob escaped him as he started to wail in despair, calling for you desperately:

“(Y/N)!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

*Fastforward to present day*

“GOOD MORNING, UNCLE BRANCH!” You squealed, as you saw your uncle yawning. He chuckled softly, accepting the cup of coffee you were offering him.. “Hey, firefly. You ready for a royal wedding?” “You mean the one where Aunt Poppy and Aunt Bridget tried to dress me up as an actual flower?” 

Branch snorted in his coffee. “Oh yeah, Poppy showed me the pictures.” “It’s not funny, traitor!” You huffed, pouting and crossed your arms. Branch chuckled again making you smile before turning back to your journal, which was filled with different Troll fashion designs for each tribe. Branch started to make breakfast before peeking over your shoulder.

“Wow, (Y/N)! These are amazing!” You smiled brightly, you always did when people complimented your work. “Thanks! I was so excited for the wedding today, I got so inspired! Can you guess what the theme is?”

“Hmm,” Branch hummed, as he got the ingredients ready for breakfast. He smirked to himself seeing all the hearts and swirls in your designs. “Chesseburgers?” He guessed playfully.

“No!” You giggled, “It’s love. Love comes in all shapes and sizes, Uncle Branch. Sometimes, you just need a little bit of help to find it.” You said softly, fidgeting with the necklace around your neck, and looking over your designs with a thoughtful look. 

Branch studied you carefully, something was bothering you, you wore the same look he distinctly remembers his oldest brother having when he thinking hard. He cleared his throat before asking, “Wanna help me cook?” 

*Timeskip* 

Now dressed in your wedding outfit,( you were the flower girl with Tiny being the flower boy), you stood next to your Uncle, dancing on the balls of your feet excitedly, stars shining in your eyes.

“Now, if there is anyone who objects to this—” “STOP THE WEDDING!” A loud voice screamed, making everyone turn to watch the mysterious Troll parkour their way down to the front of the crowd. Branch pushed you and Poppy behind him, eyeing the new Troll suspiciously. 

“Sorry, sorry, is this a bad time? I’m just looking for a Troll named–” asked the Troll as he pushed his goggles up, before gasping seeing Branch.

“Baby Branch!” The weird man then came up and started rambling about nothing of interest to you, as you could see how much this Troll looked like you and was strangely familiar. But seeing your Uncle uncomfortably trying to get out of the man’s grip.

“Hey! You put my Uncle down right now!” “And tell us who you are!” demanded Poppy, standing tall besides you. Branch groaned as he jumped down. “Oh right, right, sorry. I’m Branch’s brother.” You gasp as Poppy took the lead. 

You studied the new Troll, ignoring the argument between Branch and Poppy, and approached him. “Have we met before?” You asked, ceasing all conversation, not noting Branch bit his lip nervously.

“Now that I think about it……” John trailed off, seeing the necklace around your neck and gasping softly, before pushing your bangs from your face. “(Y/N)?” He asked softly, eyes tearing up. “Um.. yep that’s my name, heh. Says it on my necklace.”

“Oh my God….oh my God! You-you’re alive! “ John Dory laughed in disbelief before hugging you tightly. “I’m alive! I’m alive?” You giggle, hugging him back instinctively before backing away nervously. 

“Of course you wouldn’t remember me…you were just a baby when we got seperated.” John huffed softly, before looking at you with sad fondness. 

“(Y/N).....I’m your dad.”

There's no such thing as silly request :)

PART 2???????

[04mxfutbol]

Secret (Ashley Sanchez x Reader)

Author's Note: This was requested by someone, but I've been so busy with school and I just now had time to write (I’m on summer vacation) so I'm sorry anon, but hope you and all of you like it (: so some cute fluff 🫶

P.S sorry it’s short.

You watched your girlfriend score another goal, as you screamed and cheered, she pointed at you before making a heart with her hands. You suddenly became shy as you hid behind a good friend of both of you, Karina.

“Is everyone staring?” You ask Karina.

“Yep. But I mean what did you expect she did point at you, in front of thousands of fans, on live television.” Karina whispers and you groan.

You peaked over her shoulder and saw Ashley still looking in your direction. You finally stopped hiding behind Karina and waved at Ashley, sending her a kiss.

“Such a cutie pie.” You say out loud and continue waving at her as she runs back.

After the game had ended Ashley ran over to you, pulling you in for a kiss.

“I’ll see you outside, I’m just going to take the quickest shower.” Ashley says as she held your hand. “Wow you look so beautiful.”

Her words made you blush, as if you two weren’t together for two years now, she had a way of still making you blush and feel so giddy.

“I’ll meet you in the parking lot, but please hurry. I’m hungry.” You say against her lips before kissing her again. “I think I’m addicted to you.”

“You think? Well I don’t think, and I know I’m addicted to you.” Ashley says and you laugh.

“You definitely don’t think most of the time.”

“Harsh.” Ashley says and you smile. “But right. Moving on from being roasted by my girlfriend, should we go to the grocery store and buy food?”

“We shall.”

You and Ashley said goodbye to Karina then headed to the grocery store.

Grabbing a cart you pushed it around the store, grabbing a couple (a lot) of things you need for your home.

“What do you want for dinner? Salmon and rice with veggies? Or is that too basic for you.” Ashley says as she turns to face you.

“I’ve never said that, but that sounds fine with me. I can make dinner while you rest. Although some pasta doesn’t sound bad either. I can make that one viral pasta you fell in love with.”

“That WE fell in love with,” Ashley says correcting you, “But yes that actually doesn’t sound bad at all.”

“Great then we need cherry tomatoes and feta cheese.” You say as you push the cart towards the dairy section.

Ashley followed you as you grabbed the cheese and other things you would need to make the food. While you did that you heard some commotion, turning around you saw people walking towards you. You safely assumed they were fans of Ashley.

Your assumption was correct, Ashley stepped aside to take pictures with the fans, while you watched and smiled at the interactions.

You saw a child approach Ashley and the parent right behind. Ashley crouched down as the small child whispered something to her.

Ashley smiled as she turned to look at you, her eyes seemed to twinkle.

“She wants you in the picture.” Ashley says as she extends her hand for you to grab.

“Who me?” You ask as you reach for her hand. “That’s so sweet.”

You stand beside Ashley as the parent took the picture, smiling and giving the young fan a high five before leaving.

As soon as you got home you changed into comfier clothes, then heading to the kitchen to make dinner.

“You look so good in my clothes.” You hear Ashley say behind you. “So good.”

“Comfiest clothes I can find.” You say with a smile as you cooked.

Ashley wrapped her around you, giving you a kiss on your cheek. Turning to face her you smiled and pecked her lips.

“Can you let me finish the food?”

“No, I want to be with you.”

“Ash.”

“Fine but only because I want to.” Ashley says making you laugh.

You finished making dinner and sat down in front to Ashley. Enjoying the meal you had prepared, you and Ashley talked about many things, but since Ashley had just played a game she was too tired.

So once you both finished eating you walked over to the couch. You let Ashley sit between your legs, her head resting against your chest. As you intertwined your legs you also managed to pull the blanket over your legs.

You put on a movie to help Ashley relax, but also a movie you would want to keep watching while Ashley would most likely take a nap.

As you massaged her head and ran your fingers through her hair you felt Ashley’s hands on your thighs.

“I've got something to tell you. It's a secret, so you can't tell anyone else.” Ashley whispers, you were confused and slightly scared of what secret she could possibly have.

“What is it?” You whisper as if there was other people with you.

“I love you.” Ashley says and you didn’t know whether to sigh in relief or laugh at how cute she was.

“That’s not a secret babe.”

“Can you just act like it is, for me.” Ashley begged making you laugh.

“Okay. Okay. I promise I won’t tell anyone your secret.”

“Thanks you’re the best.” Ashley says as she pulled on the blanket. “I love you.”

“I love you.” You whisper as you continued to massage her head.

You saw her eyes were slowly closing, continuing to softly massage her head, she quickly fell asleep. You reached for your phone as subtly as you could and taking a picture of her. You smiled and leaned down to kiss her head.

You took another picture of her and showing the tv in the background. You went to instagram and posted it with the caption “Cutest person with the most random secret. I love her.”

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Hi Clan! I haven't been around in a while the autism took me for a few months sorry. Would you do some headcanons for Miles and/or Gwen meeting a Mutant!Spider-Person reader? Like an X-Men type mutant. They never got bit but were instead born with the spider powers (including the webs) and 4 arms. Because they're a mutant they aren't really trusted as a hero by the people of their city (or the cops) but they still try their best because "If I gave up because a few people didn't like me, I wouldn't be very good at my job"

-Forgetful Anon

Gwen Stacy

While visiting Spider Society HQ for the first time, she noticed you sitting at a nearby table, having an arm-wrestling match against Ben Riley.

He insisted you used all four of your arms to "challenge" him....and yet he sulks when he ultimately loses, and you just laugh in victory before patting him on the back.

Once he leaves, you spot this new Spiderwoman and wave her over to your table, insisting on having a match.

It's just your way of breaking the ice for new Spiderpeople. You loved getting to know them and testing their strength. Winning or losing doesn't matter to you.

"Don't worry, I'll go easy on ya." You tease, only to be surprised as Gwen wins with little effort, her smug grin present.

"You went a little "too" easy on me, I think."

"Haha...jeez, I guess so."

And so you both talk for a little while about different things: what she thought of Spider Society, how long she's been Spiderwoman, etc.

When she turns the questions on you, however, you're....a bit hesitant to share.

Unlike most of the Spiderpeople here, you didn't get your powers in the "traditional" sense. No spider has ever bitten you.

Seeing Gwen's curiosity, though, you eventually tell her you're actually a mutant, a human born with the X-gene that made you into a spider hybrid.

You mentioned a league of mutant superheroes in your dimension.....but you ride solo, as most Spiderpeople do, not wanting to be tied down to any specific group (ironic as you're part of Spider Society, but that's besides the point).

She imagines the people there feel pretty safe, though you shake your head. "Nah, some see us as the bigger threat just because we look like this and have all these crazy powers. I've fought aliens and wizards, but...there's some battles that you just can't punch or shoot webs at, y'know?"

Her expression changes to a slightly solemn one, nodding her head in sympathy. "You're fighting for basic respect."

"We just want fair treatment...and it's like we're asking them for the world. All I wanna do is protect my city, but it's hard when half the population hates us and thinks we brought the trouble to them."

"I can't imagine.." She frowns. "If I might ask..what keeps you going? Why bother if nobody even thanks you or sees you as a hero? What's the point?"

"......."

"...sorry, was that too deep-?"

"No, no..you're good, kid." You chuckle, feeling more relaxed. "All my life I've dealt with that stuff, and it still sometimes hurts, but if I gave up just because some people didn't like me, well...I'd be terrible at my job as a Spiderperson."

Gwen's impressed by your words, not expecting to have such a deep conversation about your "origin story" at the first meeting.

But she's glad she could talk to you, needing this distraction from the incident with her dad while she was questioning her own self-worth as Spiderwoman.

You reassure her she can come to you for advice anytime.

Miles Morales (E-1610)

You first met Miles after getting thrown into his dimension thanks to the collider explosion, taking comfort in knowing you're not the most "unusual" spiderperson around.

There's a pig and an anime girl with a psychic link to her spider, for crying out loud.

Anyways, you had faith that he could help you get back to your dimension, never doubting him unlike the other spiderpeople who firmly believed he wasn't ready for this task.

You followed him after he left May's basement to talk one-on-one, sympathizing with his struggles.

"Trust me, kid..I've been in your shoes once. I never felt like a Spiderman in my life..even now."

He stares at you in disbelief. "Really? You? But...you got all your powers at birth! I mean yeah, you weren't bitten, but....but you're already better at this than I am! I bet people really admire you-"

"I've had my fair share of doubters, Miles. All of us have, but I got it...particularly bad in my world. And not just because I'm a "masked vigilante putting myself about the law"."

He's still a bit lost, so you tell him about the unfair treatment of mutantkind in your dimension, speaking of how some people hated you so much...they sought to "cure" your X-genes.

It stings to know that they will shun you instead of seeing you as a hero, though you didn't wanna ramble on for too long and depress Miles further, seeing his frown growing.

"You say all of this, and yet...you think I can help you get back there. Why would you ever wanna go back to a world that hates you just for being yourself? For just trying to do the right thing even if everyone's telling you no?"

"Well..besides dying if I stay in this dimension--" You begin, painfully glitching for a moment as if to prove that point. "--ouch...look, I just can't abandon the people who need me. The ones who do see me as a hero. It's my duty, and...if I gave up trying to be Spiderman just because I get a few stares or snide comments...well then I'm not really Spiderman, am I?"

Miles doesn't know what to say...but he does feel incredibly inspired by your words.

He only wishes the others trusted him like you did.

Patting his shoulder, you remove your mask and smile at him. "Don't their words bring you down, kid. You got potential...they'll realize it soon enough."

[addicsvt]

Things that I love hate about you.

pairing - enemies to lovers seungkwan x reader genre - fluff word count - 1393 warnings - some insults, cursing, mentions of bullying synopsis - boo seungkwan hates you, and you hate him too, simple enough right? a/n - thank you to the anon who waited so patiently for this 😭😭I rewrote this prompt like 8 different times and eventually chose this one!! (im not that confident about it TT) but happy valentines and carat day <3

It was snowing heavily, and you were walking in the snow unbelievably cold. You were rubbing your palms together, trying to come up with some sort of heat but it was a useless attempt. What were you even doing outside, you may ask. Well, you were supposed to hang out with your friends but everyone canceled because of how cold it was outside. And they all sent the message as soon as you reached the meeting place. So you were currently walking back home hands in your pocket shivering, when you felt someone behind you tap your back.

“Geez, you’re gonna freeze to death.” You heard someone huff with annoyance as you turned around only to be met with the gaze of your enemy, Boo Seungkwan walking beside you.

“I’m pretty sure you’d enjoy that.” You said crossing your arms across your chest, your cheeks flushed because of how cold it was.

“I actually would love seeing that.” He smirked and you only rolled your eyes when he suddenly took off his jacket. You were about to walk away from him when you felt a jacket being thrown at you. Seungkwan’s one?

“What the hell.” You said, and now it was his turn to roll his eyes.

“Your gonna freeze to fucking death. And once you do I’m gonna have no one to bully. So take it, but if you don’t want to, throw it away and forget this ever happened.” He grumbled. You didn’t say anything after that though as you put on his surprisingly warm jacket. And maybe if you were hallucinating you saw him blush or maybe it was due to the cold.

“Thanks.” You said, biting your bottom lip.

“Don’t even think of this as anything. I still hate you. A lot.” He muttered loud enough for you to hear. In his heart, he was obviously lying, he didn't hate you at all, he always thought you were cute, especially with his jacket on. But in the so called "sensible part" of his brain, he was supposed to hate you. Cute? No way. That word should’ve stayed far far away from you. 

“Hey, idiot. I got you chocolate cookies, the flavor you hate the most right?” Seungkwan smirked, you loved chocolate cookies but you’ve always faked a hatred for them just so he could keep buying them for you. Seungkwan was usually someone who was good at reading emotions and the fact that he never caught onto your lie was surprising.

“I hate you.” You lied feigning annoyance trying your best to hide your smile that was threatening to slip.

“Don’t hate me, hate the cookie.” He let out a laugh. He’s lying too, he knows you love chocolate cookies and if you haven’t made that obvious enough, chocolate cookies might as well be your whole personality. The only reason why he keeps buying them for you is because he thinks you look stupid (cute) trying to lie to him.

You not-so-secretly munch on the cookies after school on the bleachers thinking no one’s watching when Seungkwan’s on the side looking at you and maybe if he was insane he would think that it was cute. Your adorable cheeks puffed because you were trying to stuff 3 cookies in your mouth at once.

You were in class, 5 minutes before the bell was about to ring your teacher kept dragging it. You were counting the last seconds in your mind till freedom. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1!  The bell rang out loud as everyone made their way out of the class. Standing outside your classroom waiting for you was Boo Seungkwan with a smirk. You always assumed he did it to annoy you.

“Again?” You questioned, looking at him as he only smiled back.

“The more time I get to bully you the merrier!” He chirped which you only sighed to.

“When will you ever be late, I swear. When the bell rings you suddenly teleport here.” You grumble, you secretly enjoyed his presence though. You loved how he always stood there, ready to annoy and talk your ear off. You loved listening to him talk.

“Like I said, the more I bully you the more I feel happier.” He explained. The only reason why he came just on time was to see you run out of the class. Your bright eyes staring at the clock, counting down the last seconds because it was funny (adorable) to him. He never bullied you, always buying you lunch instead and making up different excuses. “Oh, I just wanted to spend money.” 

“You remind me of a calculator.” Seungkwan randomly brought up once and you only stared at him taken aback. 

“Huh, what do you mean?” You asked him, obviously confused.

“Well, it’s because you’re a nerd. And you give answers to your friends like a calculator does.” He commented, when you suddenly remembered that one time you whispered an answer to your friend during an exam.

“Hey! How do you know about that.” You blurted out, feeling strangely guilty and exposed.

“We were in the same exam hall and it’s pretty obvious. Your lucky teacher didn’t catch you.” Seungkwan joked, observing your reaction.

“Well, she was my best friend and you know I had to help her. She was gonna fail!” You protested while pouting. Seungkwan swore he felt his heart explode when you did that. No, no, no. He was not falling for you. No way. (He was already whipped)

“Hmm, yeah okay sure, I believe you,” Seungkwan said sarcastically trying to cover up the fact he almost blushed in front of you.

“You’re so annoying.” Seungkwan sassed at you randomly. He couldn’t even pay attention in class now because of you (it’s not like he ever did). You were plaguing his thoughts and he hated it (loved it). Why was he falling for you, was it your adorable pout? Was it your bubbly personality? Was it your sweet smile? He couldn’t figure it out, but if someone asked him to name 100 good things about you he could do it easily, in record time. Well, it was your fault for being so perfect and amazing and loveable. A part of him slapped himself mentally, There was no absolute way he liked you, he didn’t like you and that was final. Was that really what his heart wanted though?

“Eh? What did I do this time?” You asked, looking a bit offended. You were sitting on the grass next to him because he wanted to talk to you there or something.

“You’re so perfect it’s annoying.” He complained. Your mouth widened, trying to see if you heard it correctly.

“What?” You said in disbelief, needing to hear it again. Because no way did he just say that, it could just be the lack of sleep talking.

“I said, you’re so perfect it’s annoying.” He repeated watching your shocked face. You didn’t know how to react. It’s not like you loathed Seungkwan, the chocolate cookies did make you like a certain part of him. You thought you were crazy but you crushed on Seungkwan sometimes too. You swore you felt butterflies when he lent you that jacket on the snowy evening. When he always waited outside your classroom every day on time. When he saw an object and thought about you. No matter how much you tried to deny it, you liked him.

“And, you’re annoyingly pretty too. Your pout is annoyingly cute, your personality is annoyingly bubbly. I love you so much, it’s annoying.” Seungkwan confessed, witnessing as your cheeks reddened in color.

“Boo Seungkwan, I love you so much too, it’s annoying.” You said back, blushing at how sudden this all was. Seungkwan only nodded before he started blushing too.

“You're so annoying that I want you to be my valentine.” Seungkwan admitted watching as your blush got even darker. 

“You’re so annoying that you make me want to say yes.” You laughed before he pressed his lips onto yours, noses bumping, you swore your heart skipped a beat. The kiss was soft but affectionate at the same time. He slowly pulled away as his taste still lingered on your lips.

“Was that good?” Seungkwan asked, cheeks flushed as a strand of hair fell on his face.

“More than good.” You assured him, moving the strand off his face and tucking it behind his ear. 

@ADDICSVT 2024

[bunji-enthusiast]

Escanor anon here again😶‍🌫️

May I ask you, if you don’t mind, to write a scenario with (guess who) Escanor with his baby, please? Have a nice day <3

I hope I understood this correctly, SO adorable though (Escanor is a girl dad, SUE ME)

It was unfathomable, he couldn't be more blessed with this reality. Escanor had always told himself that his lineage may never be passed on, or that otherwise he would never get the life he would so long for, being with the one he loves and still being at the side of his friends.

Despite trying to adjust to this brand new aspect in his life, he still couldn't believe he actually became a father.

"Your positively the finest little rose to blossom, my little love." He chuckled, his one single finger being held in the grip of two tiny hands. His daughter had began to bore traits from Escanor himself, and his heart had swelled with pride at the realization that he could look at parts of himself he had used to hate so much, and look at them with love.

Escanor had thanked and held you tight with all the love in his heart for giving him one of the greatest gifts he could ever be given in his accursed life, this was his- no, the child that was born of the love between you both.

Into the night and even near dawn of the early sun rise, he made sure to get much needed bonding time as possible.

Though he had quickly learned that becoming a parent wasn't always going to be so easy, Escanor was ready and prepared with all the patience he could have to be the best father he could be to his daughter. It was easily in the beginning, thanks to you that his worries of being a horrible father off the bat were quelled.

The way his parents had raised him gave him no good role modeling to go off of, but it was the moment when he had took one look at you cradling the newborn in your arms, that it wasn't gonna be true at all. Escanor admittedly was ashamed he wasn't fully connected with his daughter at first, but he gave it time and growth.

Which had lead to his current little predicament, standing at the window, which was left ajar. The room in what Escanor had stood was a finely decorated bedroom made fit for a royal, but he had made some adjustments as he was more used to drafty yet comfortable ones. You currently weren't around, as it was on Escanor's insistence and suggestion that you took time for yourself and gain your strength back again, being out and about. Being human had it's accursed ways, but also brought blessings never before indescribable.

He could sense his daughter beginning to rouse with giddiness, almost laughing and giggling in his arms. Escanor was filled with warmth upon hearing the sound fill his ears, he began making silly faces and gestures in order to make his daughter giggle even more.

The small child flailed her arms about, her chubby cheeks puffing out as her mouth had turned up into a smile, radiating a glow of warmth in all her laughter.

"Hoh-oh! what is this I see?" He says in a dramatic tone of voice, his face easing closer to his child's, wiggling his mustache at her. "So loud and radiant, you are!" He couldn't help but let out a laugh of his own as his daughter had grabbed at the hair of his mustache. She had a certainty of strength, that no doubt that she inherited from Escanor. He simply couldn't help but smile, the adoration was clearly evident on his features.

Escanor couldn't appreciate this time more, especially if he was to spend it with this second love of his life.

The atmosphere had settled into an ease of silence, the child had quieted down as she stared at her father. Clearly she was rather confused at why Escanor wasn't moving or saying anything, she babbles, patting his face.

Escanor was pulled out of his stupor, merely chuckling as he smiles at her once more. "I am fine my dear, I just simply cannot wait to see what kind of woman you may grow up to be." He answers, cradling her face with a gentle hand.

"No matter how old you may be.." It seemingly had looked impossible, but to his daughters eyes, his features softened.

"If you are ever to ask for my help, I will always be there to do so."

[cloudlessly-light]

Find me where the wild things are (4/5)

A/N: Thank you to the anon/anons who’ve sent encouraging asks, they really motivated me to finish this chapter quicker than I had thought. Also, look at the three latest warnings, and skip if that’s not your thing   Chapter title: Only got one thing on my mind   Summary:  Emily is just shy of 18 when she meets her mother’s new boyfriend, Aaron Hotchner. He’s 30 years older, he’s brooding, he’s kind of boring, he’s gorgeous. And she was screwed Word Count: 3,9k Rating:  Explicit Warnings : Smut, power dynamics, oral, dirty talk, daddy kink, daddy issues galore, overstimulation, sex toys, anal sex  

It's been almost two months since Emily started to sleep with him. It had been two months of something she could only call an unrelating craving. She’d spend the days with friends, or lounging around the estate, reading, swimming, working out, and then he’d come home and she’d spend hours and hours with him as he brought her the most immense pleasure she’d ever experienced.  

It was addictive, he was addictive and she could see it on him too, that same intense lust. His gaze darkened the moment they were behind closed doors, the change from Aaron to the man she’d willingly gave herself too subtle to anybody else but always strikingly clear to her. When he was travelling for work they barely spoke, Emily knew that there couldn’t be any evidence of what they were doing, that even as much as a text message could ruin everything. Every time he came home, he would be frenzied, his touch rough and dominating as he took out whatever he was feeling on her and she never even thought about saying no. Just like he used her as an escape, she did the same with him.  

He had been gone for five days this time and it was one of the longer trips he had taken. She had the house to herself, and although she got bored she still took advantage of living in her mother’s house. It was a beautiful hot Sunday afternoon and she had invited JJ, Penelope, Spencer and Derek over to keep her company. They made drinks, blasted the music way too loud as they all took advantage of the pool.  

“So Princess,” Derek started as he laid down on a sunchair beside her, his strong body glistening from the pool that he had emerged from only a few seconds ago. “what do you say about us sneaking away?” His grin only made her chuckle dryly, more than used to his flirting by now.  

“Oh come on Derek, you know you wouldn’t be able to handle me.” She smirked at him and he chuckled, his arm draping over her lower back as he shuffled a little closer. His skin was cool against her heated skin and she shivered involuntarily.  

“You don’t think I’m man enough for you, Em?” He said lowly as he laid on his stomach beside her, his mouth close to her face and she had to force herself to keep from laughing by biting down on the inside of her cheek. If he only knew just what kind of man she was craving right now.  

“I think you shouldn’t try to sleep with your friends.” She countered but the smirk didn’t leave her lips, her eyes still on his as he grinned at her. At the end of the day Derek would never actually take her up on it if she said yes, they were too close, but it was always fun to flirt.  

“Uhm, Em?” Came Penelope’s voice from behind them, her eyes on a figure walking towards them quickly. “Why does your stepdad look like he’s going to kill us?”  

She looks up to see Aaron walking towards them with long steps, a dark frown on his face and she quickly turns the volume of the music down.  

“I didn’t even know he was flying back today.” She said with a raised eyebrow in his direction. She could hear Penelope and Spencer get out of the pool behind her while JJ looked between her and Aaron with a poorly hidden grin.  

“Someone’s in trouble.” The blonde teased and she wanted to slap the smug look off her face.  

“Shut it.” She warned just before Aaron was within hearing distance and she arched an eyebrow at him. “Welcome home.”  

“Thank you.” He said curtly, his eyes lingering on her for a moment before smiling towards her friends, always polite, Emily thought to herself. “Kids, I don’t mean to throw you out, but it’s been a long week for me, and I could really use some peace and quiet.”  

Emily looked at him with amusement but he was barely paying her any attention. Then she noticed his eyes lingering on Derek, and the way his arm was still on the small of her back. His eyes flashed with something predatory and she felt the familiar heat of arousal in return.  

“No problem, Mr. Hotchner.” Penelope said as they all got to their feet, ready to go change and leave. “We’ll get out of your hair.”  

“Thank you, Penelope.” He nodded and turned to go back to the house, more than ready to change and shower. “Emily, come see me when you’ve… cleaned up.” He gave her a final look and then walked back towards the house.  

“Is he always so crude?” Spencer asked as Emily got up, her towel wrapped around her.  

“He’s an ass when he wants to be.” She chuckled dryly but she didn’t miss the way JJ rolled her eyes. “I better get this taken care off, but I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” She waited until they all had left before grabbing the glasses still by the pool and headed inside. She quickly placed them on the kitchen counter to be dealt with later before making her way upstairs towards her bedroom.  

The hand that wraps around her upper arm is forceful, his large fingers digging into her flesh as she hissed.  

“So this is what you do when I’m not around?” Aaron snarled in her face, his eyes wide and dark enough to look black. He pulled her into him, his other hand wrapping around her throat and she just barely had the chance to suck in a breath. “Greedy little slut, aren’t you? Giving everyone who’d like to fuck you a chance is that it?”  

“N-no.” She gasped breathlessly, her hand wrapping around his wrist and he relented his grip slightly. “He’s just a friend, you know that.”  

“Oh so it’s okay for friends to touch you like that then?” His voice rumbled as he pushed her back towards her bed. She stumbled over her own feet, the towel that was still wrapped around her falling to the floor. His eyes moved over her body, he had lost count of how many times he’d seen her naked by now, but he always appreciated the view. When he looked back at her face she was grinning, her eyes glistening and he realized that she was enjoying this.  

“What’s the matter, Aaron?” She cooed; her voice sickly sweet. “Are you jealous?”  

The growl that left him caused goosebumps on her skin, his hand tightening around her throat again before pushing her back against the bed hard enough for her body to bounce on the mattrass.  

“You want to be greedy? You want to be treated like the little slut we both know you are?” He grabbed the leather handcuffs she hadn’t even noticed on the bed and forcefully wrapped each one around her wrists, the metal chain looped through her headboard.  

Emily squirmed on the bed, shuffling back as he knelt over her body, easily pulling on the straps of her bikini to get her completely naked. Her eyes moved over him, from the angered expression on his face, to his chest, down to where he was already hard inside his pants. He only glared right back, clearly waiting for her to talk back and she only smiled a little.  

“Now what?” She laid back on the bed, feigning boredom. The snicker that left him was surprising, a dry sound against her face as he leaned over her.  

“Now you’re going to curse that little attitude of yours.” He muttered before kissing her, a quick stamp of his lips against hers that felt out of place. His hand moved over her body, stroking over sun-kissed skin and grabbing at her in that way that made her arch into his touch. He watched her face as he pulled on a nipple, tweaked it between warm fingers and when she gasped he smiled.  

“If this is what I get when you think I have an attitude, I don’t really see a point in stopping.��� She whispered, her breathing already labored, her body always so receptive to him. She spread her legs as his hand moved further down her body and when he dipped a finger between her folds she felt his growl rumbling in his chest, a vibration more than anything. He dragged her slick up to rub at her clit, lazy circles that caused her to whimper and his lips moved along her jaw then stopped by her ear.  

“Careful baby girl. Don’t get cocky with me.” He nipped at her earlobe and then moved off her body, satisfied that she was already wet enough. Aaron felt her eyes on him as he moved towards the bag in her closet, more than familiar with her toys by now. He rummaged through it until he found a rabbit vibrator, a happy hum leaving him as he grabbed another set of leather restraints and then walked back to the bed. She was looking at him with knitted eyebrows, confused because he knew that she loved that vibrator.  

“What are you doing?” She finally asked as he tied each of her ankles to the corners of the bed, spreading them wide apart. She pulled slightly on her restraints and immediately noticed that there way barely any slack to them.

“Quiet.” He ordered as he looked her over, making sure that the cuffs weren’t too tight and that the bindings weren’t too loose. He wanted her to barely be able to move, but he didn’t want her to be in any real discomfort. “This is what’s going to happen Emily,” He knelt between her spread legs and slowly dragged the tip of the dildo through her slick folds. “You’re staying right here until I decide you’ve had enough.” He pushed the toy inside of her, happy when she moaned softly.  

“Again, I don’t see how this is a punishment.” She smirked and his eyebrow arched at her. “Guess I should have hot guys flirt with me more often…Fuck!” He cut her off by turning the vibrations on with the remote in his hand, the ears of the rabbit buzzing on her clit while the dildo vibrated inside of her, the curved end pressing against that magical spot that only he had been able to find.  

“Greedy sluts need to learn their lesson.” Was all he said before grabbing one of her larger throw pillows and placed it between her legs to keep the toy in place. He walked out of the room with a smirk while Emily called after him which he ignored.  

He quickly grabbed a pair of boxers and sweatpants before reaching for a towel and then walked back to Emily’s bedroom only to find her whimpering and moaning already.  

“Did you come already?” He asked, his voice dripping of boredom as he made his way towards her bathroom.  

“N-no.” She stammered, her hands already gripping the chain as the insistent vibrations made her flush with arousal. She watched as he undressed, hung his suit up over the back of the chair at her vanity and her eyes zeroed in on his hard cock bouncing between his legs as he walked. “Come here.” She whispered and he only grinned.  

“I’m going to take a shower, then I have some work to finish.” He looked at her as the realization of what he was doing dawned on her, and when her eyes widened he felt satisfaction thrumming in his veins.  

“Daddy…” She whined and the word still had the same effect on him now that it had the first time she said it and he couldn’t stop himself from pumping himself a couple of times as he looked at her laying there, panting and pleading, thighs sticky with her own arousal already.  

“If you think begging and whining will get you out of this quicker you’re wrong.” He said as he stood in the doorway to her bathroom. He chuckled when she sucked in a breath, her muscles tensing as her body reacted to the stimulation of the toy already. He left the door open, her moans and groans muted but he was still able to hear her as he got into the shower. He took his time washing his hair and body, the sounds coming from Emily wonderful background noise.  

By the time he was done and dressed in sweats he had counted three orgasms, and she seemed to be on the verge of a fourth one just as he emerged from the bathroom. He leaned against the doorframe and took in the sight of Emily’s straining body, her eyes closed tight as her hips jerked against the toy, clearly chasing another release despite the slightly exhausted look on her face. But he knew what she could take, had spent hours learning what she could handle.  

“Having fun?” He asked lowly and she jumped a little at the sudden sound of his voice.  

“Please-” Whatever she was going to say cuts off as she comes, a raspy cry leaving her as her back arches and he looks at her with heated eyes. He doesn’t say anything as he makes his way towards his own bedroom, gets his briefcase to pull out files that he still hadn’t finished going over and then walked back down the hall, Emily’s breathless moaning getting louder the closer he got.  

When he came back carrying a stack of manilla folders Emily barely sees it from the way her eyes are clouded by tears from overstimulation.  

“Please, daddy stop, remove it.” She pleaded, the pleasurable pain making her squirm and not for the first time she cursed him for knowing just how to secure the bindings, making it impossible for her to move away from the stimulation.  

“I told you to be quiet and to stop whining, brat.” He sat down at her desk across the room from her, pen already in hand as he opened the first file. “I’m going to finish these, and I swear Emily if you do anything besides laying there like a good girl and take it, you won’t be able to sit down for a week.”  

Emily bit her bottom lip to keep from whining and pleading again, she was already exhausted. She knew that if she wanted to stop all she had to say was their safe word, something they had established early on, but she didn’t want to stop, not really. She loved when he treated her like this, felt another rush of arousal just at his dismissive tone.  

She clenched her jaw, felt the vibrations only get more intense and her eyes flew to his hand on the remote.  

“Fuck!” She hissed and through the buzzing she heard his chuckle. She knew that he was enjoying this, that he loved the way she looked as she strained for him. She looked at him as he signed papers, the only real evidence of how much he was loving this was his erection that bulged his pants. Another orgasm built quickly, ripping through her in seconds and she cried out, the chains rattling against the wooden headboard as she shook.  

“Good girl.” Aaron muttered more to himself than anything as he switched files, getting through them quicker than he normally would. He spared her a glance, saw that she was buckling and squirming and that the pillow shifted with her movements. With a growl he stood up at walked towards her. “Don’t even try.” He grabbed the pillow and snickered at the wet spot underneath her.  

“I-I wasn’t.” She whimpered through blurred pleasure, another raspy moan leaving her as he pressed the pillow harder between her legs, pushing the toy deeper inside of her. Tears started to roll down her cheeks, her body unable to handle the stimulation. “Please stop, it’s too much.”  

“See what being greedy gets you?” He stroked some hair away from her sweaty forehead. “Greedy girls come until they cry, greedy girls don’t really deserve pleasure.” His voice was filled with fake sympathy as he wiped a couple of tears away. “You’re doing so good, baby girl.” He whispered and she smiled at the praise despite being so delirious from pain and pleasure that she could barely string more than two words together.  

He took another moment to stroke her cheek, giving her some encouragement and then walked back to the desk, her moans getting a little louder with every second. She was coming again only a few moments later and he upped the vibrations of the toy again, setting it on high and she squealed loudly.  

“Turn it down, I can’t!” She cried out, every muscle in her body tensing as she was pushed higher and higher, another orgasm rushing through her before the previous one had really ended.  

“Yes you can.” He told her matter-of-factly. His cock was actually starting to hurt from the need to touch her, his boxers stained with precum and he forced himself to focus on the few files he had left. By the time he finished, he had lost count how many times Emily had fallen over the edge, she was trembling and whimpering, her body tense as she mumbled nothing but daddy and he knew that she was nearing her limit.  

“Please stop, daddy please it’s too much, I can’t come again.” She cried as another orgasm rocked through her, the buzzing painful, her body aching and pussy raw from the constant stimulation.  

He turned the toy off and her entire body slumped heavily, her chest heaving as silent tears still streamed down her cheeks. He laid down beside her, his touch gentle as he stroked over her hip, up her ribs and then gently turned her face towards his with a careful hold on her chin.  

“Are you okay?” He asked and she nodded, sniffling but a smile on her lips.  

“I’m okay.” She promised and sighed happily when he moved to untie her ankles and then moved to her wrists. The moment she was free her hands moved to his sweats, pulling at them and he stopped her.  

“You can’t handle any more.” He told her and she knew he was right, her pussy aching, her legs still twitching. But she wanted more, she somehow wasn’t done even as her body throbbed from the way her muscles burned.  

“I have two more holes.” She finally said and Aaron growled, the sound dark and graveled and causing a shiver along her spine. His touch immediately got a little firmer, his eyes darkening.  

“Are you sure?” He still asked because he wanted her to be sure. Her reply was wordless, rolling into her stomach and then pushing her ass up. She looked at him over her shoulder, her smirk filthy.  

“Fuck my ass, daddy.” She wiggled her hips and his smiled. He patted her hip, smacked one ass cheek quickly and then got up to get the lube from her bag. His eyes moved over her body, she was already more relaxed, her eyes wide with adoration as she looked back at him and he knew that she could handle a little more.  

Emily sucked in a breath as the cold lube hit her heated skin, his fingers soon following to open her up. She moaned quietly as he worked first one, then two and finally three fingers inside of her. He was slow and methodical like always. This wasn’t the first time they had done this, but he was taking more care than he usually would, and she appreciated that he was looking out for her. By the time she was stretched enough she was moaning and squirming, impatiently waiting for him.  

“You want me to fuck your ass, baby girl?” His voice was rough with arousal, his cockhead leaking and swollen, his skin an angry shade of red. She nodded and his fingers wrapped in her hair. “Beg me for it.” He huffed against her ear and she gasped.  

“Please fuck my ass, please daddy.” She arched her hips higher, felt his heated shaft between her ass cheeks and she inhaled sharply. “Please, please … Oh!” The initial stretch of him was always a burn, the stretch always uncomfortable but he thrust slowly, pushing inch after inch inside of her until his hips were pressed against her ass.  

“Jesus Christ you’re so tight.” He blew out a breath as his hips twitched, wanting to move but knew that she needed a moment to get used to him. When she rocked back against him only a few seconds later he pulled back slowly, his senses bordering on overwhelmed at finally getting some relief.  

Emily mewled as he slowly picked up his pace, she knew that he wouldn’t last long, his hands gripping at her in that way that he always did when he was nearing the edge. Not that she blamed him, he had been hard since he pulled her into her room. She started to move back against him, meeting each of his thrusts as the sound of his grunts filled the room and mixed with her moans.  

“Fuck yes, that’s it baby girl.” He grunted as he watched his shaft stretch her out, her breathy whimpers and moans only encouraging him to continue. He snapped his hips and she gasped, her fingers gripping the sheet.  

“Again.” She panted and he snickered and then did it again, pushing back only to thrust hard inside of her again. He didn’t think he’d ever get over how insatiable she was for him, how much she craved him. That thought got him even closer, his body moving faster as his orgasm built with each thrust.  

“You want it?” He growled and Emily buckled into him in response.  

“Yes, fuck yes.” She panted as she forced herself up on her hands to look back at him. “Come in my ass daddy.”  

It was the filthy words mixed with the feigned innocent look on her face that did it and he came with a loud grunt. His extremities was intense and long, his hips pressed flush against her as he grinded into her, releasing his load as deep as possible. Emily whimpered at the feeling, her body finally giving in completely and she fell against the bed with heaving breaths and skin covered in sweat. She smiled at the heavy weight of Aaron behind her, his own pants loud in her ear as he tried to gain control of his release.  

“Good girl, so good for me.” He mumbled through dazed pleasure. When he felt like he could focus again he rolled off her and let out a laugh from the euphoric feeling of his release.  

“Welcome home, daddy.” She laughed too as she stayed on her stomach, only turning her head enough to be able to look at him.  

“If I come home with his hands all over you again-”  

“You won’t.” She interrupted him with a smile. “As hot as it is that you’re jealous, he really is just a friend.”  

Aaron pulled her towards him, rearranged them until she was laying on top of him, her face in the crook of his neck. He knew that he had no right to be jealous and it worried him a little that he was. Because in less than a month Elizabeth was coming home and Emily was going to leave. And he knew that she would eventually meet someone.  

Maybe this was a bigger mess than either of them had really anticipated.  

[imagineanime2022]

Shadow *Part 2*

Hisoka Morrow (Platonic) X Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1623

Requested: Anon

Request: Hello Again! I was wondering if you could do a part 2 of the hunter x hunter platonic vampire sister story? If it's not too much trouble :)

Warning: Talk of abuse, slightly unhinged reader

*Part 1*

You sat behind one of the victims, knife in hand as you slit his wrist, blood flowing freely as you drank your fill. “Weren’t these the men that hired your father and grandfather?” You asked. “Yes.” Illumi answered as Kalluto finished off the last of the men, Illumi took out his phone and called his father. “You employers are dead, your job is terminated.” He informed him before hanging up the phone. “Who was he supposed to kill anyway?” You asked. “Your brother.” Illumi asked. “Maybe we should have killed these guys slower.” You sighed. “I don’t know that it would have worked out the way that you hoped, they were all strong and I doubt any one of them would have given up easily.” Illumi said and you shrugged. “Would have been worth the damage.” You answered but even as you said that you weren’t sure that you believed it, in fact after seeing the other spiders you hoped that they would all see how strong you were, you weren’t ready for them to die, you still had things that you wanted to show them “actually never mind, I still have a score to settle with them.” “As long as you continue to watchover Killua then I have no complaints.” Illumi said and nodded.

As it turned out Killua presented you with an opportunity to have them all in the same place with both Killua and Gon captured, you knew that their friends were likely figuring out a plan and what unfolded was fast, their friend shouting about their plan, the boys getting ready and finally the lights went out, you moved quickly, you made sure that the boys were able to free themselves before stopping the chain user from leaving with your brother. When the lights came back on Killua, Gon, the chain user and their loud friend were on one side of the lobby and the Troupe were on the other. “I had him what happened?” The chain user said and you looked at him and smiled not that anyone could see it under the metal mask. “I’m gonna need you to calm down for me, yeah?” You asked, the chain user seemed to relax. “What did you do?” The loud friend asked. “I just needed him to be a little less homicidal, I haven’t hurt him.” You promised as you turned back to the troupe. “You guys never seem to learn your lesson.” “That’s her boss.” Nobunaga said. “(Y/N).” Chrollo said. “Where have you been? I’ve been worried.” “The lying look doesn’t suit you.” You glared at him. “How do you know these guys?” Killua asked. “You didn’t tell them little sister?” He asked. “Little sister?” Killua asked. “I’m only your sister by genetics, the Zoldycks treat me more like family than you ever had.” You glared at him “you remember how I didn’t have a Nen ability before? Well I have something better than that now.” “And what do you want from us?” Chrollo asked. “That’s the question isn’t it?” You asked. “First off you're going to let everyone one of them go, this fight is no longer theirs.” “I have no interest in them but the chain user needs to die.” Chrollo answered “he killed Uvogin.” “You mean the big brute that you used to throw me around for fun?” You asked. “Not killing him for that.” Nobunaga grit his teeth. “Uvo never meant any harm!” He yelled. “Oh no but he did cause it and I remember asking you to stop… Do you remember what you did in response?” You asked. “You laughed and encouraged him to do it again.” Nobunaga dove forward and drew his sword, he stabbed you straight in the stomach and you coughed out a laugh and kicking him away from you, you easily took the sword from your stomach, you walked towards him, they all watched the wound heal quicker than it should have “looks like you’ll be joining your brutish friend.” You lifted his sword above your head ready to strike.

You were unfortunately not paying attention to everything around you so the hit to your side knocked you off balance and had you stumbled back stopping yourself after a few steps. “That was annoying.” “What?” Phinks asked as he looked at the distance he had knocked you. “Silva hits hard, try something else next time.” You suggested referencing the fight Illumi had you take part in for endurance and pain tolerance. Phinks helped Nobunaga up and you looked at him and lifted your mask to spit out the blood that had gathered in your mouth. You disappeared from where you were standing and instead stood behind the chain user, one arm resting lazily over his shoulder and wrapping up so that your hand rested on his chest, your chin on his free shoulder.

“Chain user tell them your terms.” You ordered. “I want them all dead.” He answered. “I could get behind that but we both know that’s not happening today and there’s someone else that has some business with my brother before we kill him, remember?” You asked. “You made a deal with him he doesn’t take well to be crossed.” “We had a plan.” He growled “you were the one that ruined it.” “It would have ended with two captured friends and a standstill.” You mumbled “but here you can choose something, so think carefully what gets you what you want without killing him?” “(Y/N).” “Chrollo called. “If you stop this now we can still forgive you, welcome you back to the troupe.” “I wasn't a member of the trope, I was your prisoner, I’m not the same kid that you abused, she’s dead, she has been for a long time.” You explained. “I have an ability that can take his nen away from him.” The chain user answered. “Now we’re thinking long term.” You smirked. “I won’t be able to get to him through all of them though.” He answered. “Is that the only problem?” You asked. “Yes.” He answered, you smiled, “let me fix that for you. Chrollo walked towards the chain user and kill any one of the spiders that tries to stop you.” Chrollo stepped forward without another word and you smiled. Nobunaga stepped forward. “Don’t try to stop me.” Chrollo ordered. “He's catching on.” You said softly. When he was close enough the chain user lifted his hand, the chains wrapped around his body, the chain users eyes turned red before a different chain lifted in front of him, the nen aura around it was strong. “This chain allows me to negotiate terms and gives me an insurance policy, the first condition stops you from using any nen, the second…” He stopped for a second. “Are you sure this is the best course of action?” Chrollo asked. “Stop talking.” You ordered. “The second is that you are not allowed any further contact with others of the troupe.” The Chain user finally said “are these-” “Before we confirm anything you might want to bring the gun user in.” You suggested. “What?” The chain user asked. “Think about her ability, even if I was to erase their memories as I plan to, she’d be able to find them with her nen ability so you need to eliminate her or her ability.” You explained. “Pakunoda, why don’t you come forward.” You framed it like a suggestion but before long she was standing next to Chrollo. The chain user reiterated the conditions he had said before looking at her “Are these conditions acceptable?” He asked. “Yes.” Pakunoda nodded, you watched one chain go through your brother's chest before another went through hers. “Right, let's get this party disbanded, troupe members! Get back to your hideout, you will remember that Chrollo was kidnapped and Pakunoda was the only one the Chain User wanted any dealings with, you are waiting for them to get back, you won’t remember anything that happened here, Go.” You ordered their eyes all glossed over as they turned and left through the back exit. “Pakunoda, you will get there 10 minutes after them and act as you would normally, having just struck the deal that you have.” Pakunoda then turned and left “now you big brother, I could order you to your death and there’s nothing you can do to stop it, but that’s no fun, instead you’ll live without the family that you’ve built for yourself you will travel north until you are far enough away that they will never find you.”

“If that’s your brother then who gave you to mine?” Killua asked as your brother left. “Hisoka did, didn’t he?” The Chain User asked. “Hisoka is probably the closest thing I have to a family.” You admitted. “Just get out of here and try not to get in any more trouble, okay?” “Thank you for helping us.” Gon called as they left and you rolled your eyes before pulling out your phone.

“I wasn’t able to keep him completely intact.” You said as Hisoka answered the phone. “Really?” Hisoka asked. “He can’t use his Nen at the moment.” You explained. “That’s a shame.” Hisoka said “well I have no interest in broken toys.” “There's a way that we can fix that if you are still interested in fighting him.” You said and you could almost hear him smiling. “Well come back to me, little one and we’ll make a plan.” He suggested. “And Illumi?” You asked. “I’ll talk to him, don't worry about that.” He said “meet me at your hotel room.” He hung up the phone after that you headed out just before the police forced their way through the front door into the hotel lobby to arrest anyone still inside.

*Part 3*

Request Here!!

[goosewriting]

The turtles get walked in on by the reader as they were talking to April about how bad they got it for the for them, and theirs just an awkward silence from the April so the turtle slowly turns around to see the reader and April slowly leaves the two. Theirs a little awkward chat and the reader says to meet them up on a rooftop. Meanwhile the turtles freaking out wondering how they're gonna be let down. They meet on the roof and the turtle trys to explain themselves until the reader quickly stops them and holds their hands its a really cute confession for both of them thank you 💗💗 your writing is so good 😌👍🏾 I love everything that you made so far

Rooftops and confessions (rottmnt x reader)

summary: reader overhears turtle talking to April about his crush on them.

relationship: Rise Leo, Raph, Mikey Donnie x GN reader

warnings: fluff!, first kisses (except Donnie), idiots in love

word count: 4.2k

A/N: as i was writing i noticed i went in some directions that i had gotten asks for! so i decided to combine a bunch :3 sorry that some are longer than others; I partially wrote this on a train lol thank you for the kind words, anons<3 i really hope you’ll like these; raph’s is my fave piece of him i’ve written so far :D for reasons, this takes place not long before the movie. enjoy >:’) 

(english is not my first language. constructive criticism and grammar corrections are very appreciated!)

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You were happily skipping into the lair; it was movie night and you just returned from a successful snack hunt. Aside from everyone’s favourite candy and chips, you had also found a rare brand that you loved but didn’t find everywhere, so of course you bought as many as you could fit into your backpack. You couldn’t wait to see the boys’ reaction to it and hoped they’d love it as much as you did.

Upon entering the lair you made your way towards the kitchen, where you heard some voices. You didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but managed to catch the last part of the conversation.

“…this is getting out of hand, I think I’m actually gonna explode tonight”, one of the brothers spoke.

“Why don’t you just confess to Y/n already?” April retorted, slightly exasperated. 

“What? Look at me. They would never-“ His sentence ended abruptly as you walked through the open door. The enthusiasm in your step had you turning the corner and walking into the room with such speed that even if you had wanted to stop at the door when hearing those words, you wouldn't have been able to. 

The turtle stood a couple of steps away, April in front of him but facing away from you, so she hadn’t seen you enter. His eyes had gone big as dinner plates when he saw you, a blush starting to cover his whole face.

“They would never what? I’m sure they’re the least person to care ab-!” April wasn’t able to finish her sentence as the turtle hastily turned her around by the shoulders, so that she could finally see you.

“Y/n, you’re back!” April greeted you with a loud, somewhat forced laugh. Seeing that you had brought the food, she took everything you were carrying, and scurried off to the projector room, claiming she was gonna set it up. And just like that you two were left alone. 

“So, uh, how much did you hear?” the turtle asked after what seemed like an eternity of awkward silence. He wasn’t able to look you in the eye.

“Enough, I guess…” you answered, your brain going a thousand miles a minute.

Enough to figure out what’s going on and realising you feel the same as me, is what you meant.

Enough to be kinda grossed out by you, and I hope we never talk again, is what he understood.

Realising that if you didn’t solve this right now, the whole movie evening would be super awkward and weird, you decided you had to take the matter into your own hands. Averting your eyes to the side, you told him without an explanation to meet you on the roof of that one shop you usually go to (it’s just across the lair entrance and has a nice view from up top), and left. So now you were gone as well and the turtle was left alone in the kitchen with his mind running. He inhaled sharply, brought his hands to his face and groaned loudly. 

While the poor guy was mentally and emotionally preparing himself to be rejected by his favourite person in the world, you were hastingly making your way to the roof, trying to calm your erratic breathing and crazy heart, because you had actually been crushing on him so hard for some time now, too.

Once on the roof, you paced back and forth along the railing, replaying the conversation from before in your mind. On one side you couldn’t help the goofy smile spreading on your face because your crush liked you back, apparently. On the other hand you also heard him say “look at me” in a derogatory way. Did he really think you didn’t find him physically attractive because he was a mutant? 

Just as you were trying to find the best way to word your feelings, you heard the ladder clattering behind you under the weight of a certain turtle. 

🔵 Leo

Leo approached you with some sort of sad determination. He was barely able to keep his smug façade, and it kinda broke your heart. You’d have to clear things up as quickly as possible.

“So… what’s up?” Leo asked with a nod. He stood a couple of steps away from you, so as to not get into your space, and crossed his arms in front of his chest in a defensive manner.

“I really didn’t mean to eavesdrop earlier, Leo” you explained. “I just really wanted to get back to all of you with the food. You said something that has me a little curious though.” You tried to give him the most genuine and non-judging look you could. “After telling April to look at you, you said that I would never… something. What were you gonna say?”

Leo grimaced and sighed, deflating a little. He turned to the side, holding onto the railing with both hands. You mirrored him, so now you both stood facing the bustling city. After some moments of just looking at nothing, he spoke.

“April was telling me to ask you out. I’ve actually liked you for a while now. Like, a lot.” He stole a quick glance at you to gauge your reaction. “But it’s obvious you’d never be interested in a mutant turtle, so I understand if you don’t wanna hang out anymore or something.” The last part he said with a bit of a bite to his voice. Probably not directed at you, but at himself.

“Ah, but you see, Leonardo, that’s where you’re wrong” you said, closing the distance to stand right next to him. Gently you pulled on his arm to turn him so you were facing each other. The gesture and the use of his full name had him all kinds of confused, but he didn’t dare to pull away.

“Before coming to such conclusions you should have consulted with me first, you know. For the record, I like what I see” you added, giving him a quick once-over, referring to him being a mutant. As your words started weighing in on him, Leo’s eyes grew bigger and bigger, an adorable blush adorning his cheeks. He eagerly awaited for you to continue, but you were actually waiting for him to say the magic words, so you guessed he needed just a little bit more encouragement. “I don’t want to take the chance from you because I just know that if I do, you’ll never let me live it down. So, go ahead Leo. Ask me.” you told him. In a rush of adrenaline and boldness, you moved down your hand, which was still on his arm, and took his hand in yours. You could have sworn you saw his breath hitch.

Leo’s last brain cell had exited the chat the moment you had touched his arm, so while he knew what you wanted from him, and he damn well also wanted it himself, he was unable to produce a sound. You patiently waited, slightly amused at how you could see the figurative gears in his head turning at ungodly speeds, and smiled at him expectantly. 

The lights of the city reflected on your skin, enveloping your figure in an almost surreal aura in Leo’s eyes, and his other hand came up to cup your face. You flinched slightly in surprise, but were quick to lean into his touch to reassure him. You were so beautiful, smart, generous. How in the world did he end up here like this with you? 

“Are you sure about this?” he asked instead, his insecurities suddenly getting the best of him.

“What do you mean?” you retorted, slightly confused. Had you misunderstood him?

“Well, I know I can be a lot. And honestly you’re way out of my league” Leo said with a sad smile. “I’m moody and get distracted easily, always make a game out of everything. You deserve better…” He started withdrawing his hand from your cheek, but you grabbed onto his wrist and held it in place, also giving his other hand a squeeze.

“Isn’t that for me to decide?” you said with furrowed brows, and started rambling, unable to stop yourself, trying to get through that thick skull of his. “I’d like to think that by now I know you, Leo. And I know you can be cocky and impulsive and kind of a flirt. But I also know just as well how big of a heart you have; you’d probably sacrifice yourself for someone else without a second thought. I know how funny and laidback you can be, but you know how to be serious as well when it matters.” You removed your hand from his wrist and placed it on his chest, looking at him with almost pleading eyes. “I like your voice, your stripes, your corny pick-up lines. I like all of you Leo, in and out, and I want it all for myself.”

Leo just stood there, looking at you in awe and disbelief. Is that really how you felt about him? And all this time he had held back from making a move. With a smile and a light scoff, he just kept looking at you, memorising every detail of your face, glowing in the city lights. 

Since he still wasn’t responding, you gave him a light push. 

“C’mon, don’t leave me hanging here…” you mumbled, heat rising to your cheeks as you had just confessed all of that to him. Leo savoured the moment just a little more, then decided he had made you wait long enough. 

“If that’s really how you feel, then will you go out with me?” he finally asked. Your eager ‘Finally! Yes!’, combined with your words from before, filled up his ego again; it was now bursting. Giving you his signature cocky smirk, his body language changed completely. Letting go of your hand, he grabbed onto your waist instead and pulled you closer. The hand on your cheek ended up at the back of your head, in your hair. The soft look in his gaze shifted, now looking at you hungrily.

“I wanna kiss you so bad right now” Leo whispered, and you felt your body go up in flames.

“Do it, coward” you further provoked him. 

Leo dipped his head, capturing your lips in his. The first kiss was chaste but lingering and full of longing. He pulled back ever so slightly and went back in again, this time slanting his mouth for a better angle and deepening the kiss. He pulled you impossibly closer against him and your hands wandered up from his chest to his neck, as you held his face. 

Let’s just say movie night was long forgotten as you two finally were able to show each other how much you both had waited for this moment. 

🔴 Raph

Raph approached you the way big or tall people walk when they’re trying to make themselves smaller, which made your chest tighten in pain. Your feelings for this turtle were astronomical, he should be walking with his head held high and chest puffed out. Just you wait until I tell you, you thought, already knowing you’d very much enjoy the facial expressions you were about to witness.

There were a couple of big wooden crates on the roof, and you gestured for him to sit on one. You took a seat across from him, cross-legged, trying to seem relaxed so he’d be more at ease, and not like you were scared of him or something. 

“I really didn’t mean to eavesdrop earlier, Raph” you explained. “I just really wanted to get back to all of you with the food. You said something that has me a little curious though.” You tried to give him the most genuine and non-judging look you could. “After telling April to look at you, you said that I would never… something. What were you gonna say?”

Raph gave a dry chuckle, daring to look at you as if to see if you were serious. Seeing that you were earnestly waiting for his response, he hung his head low in embarrassment.

“I was gonna say you would never date someone who looks like… this” Raph said, gesturing to himself with one hand, before resting his arm on his knee again. “April was telling me to ask you out, but I knew there’s zero chance you’d agree, so… I wanted to save us both the hassle of going through that.”

“Raph” you called his name, and waited for him to lift his head to meet your eyes. To his surprise, you were not looking at him in disgust, but with pure adoration.

“All of this”, you said, gesturing to him like he did before, “Mwah!” You made a chef’s kiss gesture, bringing your fingers together to your lips, then opening your hand. “And the person and soul behind it? Even more so.”

Raph blinked once, twice. No response. You smiled. 

“What I’m trying to say, Raph, is April was right. You should have asked me out, while you could.”

This confused Raph even more. While he could? Was it too late now? Was there… someone else?

Deciding that you had tortured this poor boy enough, you shook your head slightly in amusement, smiling to yourself. You got off the crate, coming to stand in front of Raph. With him sitting, you were now on eye-level. You brought your hands up to gingerly hold his face and brushed over his cheekbones with your thumbs. You saw him straighten up and inhale sharply, as his cheeks turned darker and darker, his eyes unable to look away from yours.

“I like you too, you green, spiky doofus” you confessed. “So now, I am asking you: will you be my boyfriend?”

The turtle was completely frozen where he sat, not moving a single muscle. After a few seconds of silence, you squished his cheeks a little.

“Raph, I want you to be my boyfriend. …Are you gonna make me beg?” Still no response. Now you had done it, Raph.exe had stopped working entirely. Letting go of his face, you took a step back and turned to leave. “Too bad; had you said yes, you would have gotten a kiss…”

“W-Wait!” he yelled, and grabbed your waist, pulling you back towards him. As he finally snapped back to reality, he underestimated the force of his action, and instead of just turning you around to face him again, he fully pulled you towards him, so that you were now standing between his legs, chests almost touching. This caught you by surprise as well and you held onto his shoulders for balance. Now your blush was rivalling his.

“That’s not fair; I wanted to be the one to ask!” Raph protested with a laugh. “You know I want to say yes, but… Are you sure? I’m not exactly easy on the eyes.” His gaze started shifting away from yours, so you once again held his face, this time with more confidence, and made him look at you. 

“Is your skull as thick as your shell?” You asked rhetorically, not in a scolding tone but more in a playful manner. “Listen carefully, Rapahel, and dutifully absorb this information into your brain: You are as handsome as you are green. I like how you care about your brothers, how you always protect everyone and lead responsibly. I like how selfless you are. I like that you can take a joke, but that you know how to take things seriously. I like how you can both be tender and gentle, as well as strong and unbreakable. I feel safe and acknowledged around you. The fact that this amazing person before me came in the body of a giant turtle is just the cherry on top of everything else.”

Raph was completely speechless. He had hung onto every word, and you saw his eyes starting to gloss over. You had just poured out your entire heart to him, and he needed you to know that he felt the same way about you. Even so he was unable to come up with a response on the spot that could come even close to what you had just said, and he started racking his brain for something, anything.

You didn’t take his silence as something negative. Heck, if someone just dumped all of this on you out of nowhere, you’d also be at a loss for words. He needed to process it. Even though you knew this, you couldn’t resist any longer.

“To sum it up: I see you, Raph” you added, and started getting closer. “And I like what I see.”

With that you closed the distance between the two with a kiss. For a second he didn’t react, then you felt his shoulders slump as he sighed into the kiss, tilting his head to the side and fully wrapping his arms around you.

When you finally broke for air, you couldn’t help but pepper him with little kisses on his jaw, the corner of his mouth and the tip of his snout, which made him giggle. For a moment you just stood there looking at each other, taking in everything that had just happened. 

“For the record, I do want to be your boyfriend” he finally said with a laugh, realising he hadn’t actually given you a proper answer.

“Well, after all that, I’d sure hope so!” you replied with a laugh of your own.

🟠 Mikey

Mikey got up to the roof with a million thoughts. He had no idea how to approach this, how to approach you.

“Hey, what’s up?” he greeted you and cringed at how forcefully peppy he sounded, given the conversation from before. You went to sit on the old bench that was on the roof, and he joined you.

You brought up one arm to rest on the back of the bench and bent your knees, bringing up your legs onto the bench as well, tucking them under your butt, so you sat sideways facing him.

Looking at him for a second and noticing how nervous he looked, you decided to get to the point.

“I really didn’t mean to eavesdrop earlier, Mikey” you explained. “I just really wanted to get back to all of you with the food. You said something that has me a little curious though.” You tried to give him the most genuine and non-judging look you could. “After telling April to look at you, you said that I would never… something. What were you gonna say?”

Mikey leaned back on the bench and sighed. If you had already heard that much, he might as well come clean. He didn’t like hiding stuff from you anyways, and you’d have discovered his feelings sooner or later anyways. He just didn’t want it to be like this.

“I was gonna say that you’d never be interested in someone like me” he finally says, and looks out to the nocturnal cityscape. “I really didn’t want you to find out like this, but I really like you. I have for a while now.”

You were about to interrupt him to say something, but he held out a hand to stop you, silently asking for you to let him finish first, so you waited.

“And I don’t expect an answer from you; it’d be unfair to put you on the spot like this. I really like like you, but I also like having you as a friend, and I don’t want to ruin what we have.”

You waited for a couple more seconds, and seeing that he seemed done with what he wanted to say, you finally spoke as well.

“But what if I want to ruin what we have?” 

“What do you mean?” he asked, unsure if he should be hurt by what you said.

“You’re my best friend in the whole world, Mikey, and that will never ever change. But sometimes I do wish we were something more…”

“Huh” was all he could say, trying to not get ahead of himself and get all excited, in case this wasn’t headed the way he thought it was. 

“How long have you felt this way?” you asked, suddenly becoming self-conscious and flustered, avoiding his eyes.

“I haven’t really been keeping track of it, but sure has been while now” he replied with a sheepish smile.

“Well, that’s a shame, because it’s been the same for me” you chuckled. “Guess we could have had this conversation a while ago. Good thing I caught you talking to April, huh?”

“So… you’re saying you like like me too?” Mikey asked and reached out for your hand.

“I do” you said and met him halfway, giving his hand a squeeze. 

You two just sat there for a while, holding hands, a blush on both your faces. After some minutes of nervous glances and some giggles, you stood up, pulling him with you.

“Now that that’s taken care of, I think we should head back” you said and pointed to the ladder with your chin. “They’ll start movie night without us otherwise and eat all the snacks I oh so carefully picked out.”

“Wait” Mikey said and pulled on your hand, turning you back around to face him. “There’s something I’ve been wanting to do forever.”

You didn’t have time to ask what he meant, as he was already closing the distance between you two and planted a chaste but firm kiss on your lips. It was over just as quickly as it started, and while you stood there with a furious blush and a dazed look, he smiled sweetly at you.

“Yeah, I’ll definitely be doing that more often” he commented, winked at you, and then pulled you along to the ladder. “Last one back home is a rotten egg!”

🟣 Donnie

Donnie slowly approached you, his eyebrows deeply furrowed, and his arms crossed over his chest protectively. 

You leaned back against the railing, waiting for him to join you. As he finally arrived, he stood next to you, facing the cityscape below you. You guessed it would be more comfortable for him to stand like this, facing in opposite directions as you talked, or he’d think you’re confronting or scolding him.

“Thanks for coming, Donnie. You know, I really didn’t mean to eavesdrop earlier” you explained. “I just really wanted to get back to all of you with the food. You said something that has me a little curious though.” You gave him a quick glance from the side, trying to sound the most genuine and non-judging you could. “After telling April to look at you, you said that I would never… something. What were you gonna say?”

For a second, Donnie considered brushing the whole thing off as a joke between him and April, or telling you that you had misheard him. Chewing on his bottom lip, he quickly stole a glance at you; you were looking ahead of you, the faintest of blushes dusting your cheeks, patiently waiting for a response. 

He sighed, deciding against dismissing your question; it wouldn’t be fair to you. And it was beneath him to gaslight you. He didn’t want to hurt you, but he also didn’t want to be hurt by you. 

“Before I answer that, may I ask a question instead?” he asked.

“Sure” you said.

“Hypothetically speaking, if one of us were to ask you out, would there be a chance of you accepting? Solely regarding our physical appearance.”

“Yes, hypothetically” you answered. “But it would depend on who’s asking; looks aren’t the deciding factor.”

“What if, hypothetically, it was me?”

“Ask for real and find out” you said and finally turned around to face him. He slowly turned as well, his heart pounding in his chest; it was now or never. You smiled at him encouragingly, and he took a deep breath. 

“First of all: I like what we have now and I don’t want to lose it” he started, avoiding your eyes. “But for a while now I realised that my feelings for you have… changed. I want to be more than friends, Y/n.” 

Finally he met your gaze, and your heart skipped a beat at the seriousness in his eyes.

“Are you hypothetically asking me out, Donatello?” you asked him with a coy smile.

“I am asking you out for real” he stated and shyly took your hands in his. “So, what do you say?”

“I’d love to, Donnie. I’ve liked you for a while now as well, for real.”

His entire body relaxed at your words and a soft smile spread on his face, as he took a moment to process this.

“This is all new to me” he said suddenly. “All I know is you’re important to me, and I don’t want to lose you. Please… be patient with me.”

“There’s no rush” you said, and brought one hand up to gently stroke over his cheek with your knuckles. “We’ll figure it out together. Just talk to me, okay?” He nodded.

“Should we head back?” you asked after a while.

“Yeah” he said and you both turned to leave, but he didn’t let go of your hand as you walked. “I saw you brought some new snacks, can’t wait to try those.”

You hummed in agreement, still in disbelief of what just happened. Despite how much you had been looking forward to them, you weren’t sure how many snacks you’d be able to eat, with all the butterflies fluttering in your belly right now.

~~~~~

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[specialagentlokitty]

Damon x reader - intimidation

can u make one where damon have a crush on reader but he’s kinda intimidated/scared of her?? - Anon💜

Sitting on the chair, you had your legs crossed as you read the book in your hand and took a sip from the glass next to you.

“Are we expecting company?” You asked.

“No, why?” Klaus asked you.

Looking up from your book and over to the door, you gestured to it with your head just before there was a loud knock.

Klaus rose a brow and you shrugged, going back to reading your book as he went to answer the door.

It was the Salvatore brothers, so out of curiosity you set your book aside and watched as they walked in.

Stefan gave you a polite smile while Damon did everything he could to avoid even looking at you which made you laugh a little.

“Is there something on my face Damon?” You asked.

“No.” Hr replied.

He connected eyes with you for a couple of seconds before he looked away again.

“What brings you two by?” You asked.

“We came to ask a favour from you actually.” Stefan said.

Klaus scoffed as he stood behind your chair, resting his hands on your shoulders.

“My sister is smarter than you think. She wouldn’t fall for such an idiot trick.” He snapped slightly.

You placed a hand on his and gave him a warning look making him scoff.

“You can’t be serious?”

“Niklaus I am going to hear them out, after all you put them through it is the least I can do.”

He rolled his eyes and mumbled something about you making huge mistake and he stormed away.

Turning to face the brothers once more, you titled your head a little at them.

“So, how can I help?”

The explained the situation they were in, and about the witch that was after not just them, but all vampires in general.

They told you everything they knew, and how they reached a dead end and they didn’t know what to do.

“So, can you help in any way?” Stefan asked.

“Perhaps I can. Give me a couple of days.”

Stefan smiled and nodded his head.

“Thanks (Y/N).”

With that he left and Damon quickly trailed behind him, giving you one last look before he left.

You texted them a list of what they needed, and they asked you if you could help them bring the witch down so you agreed.

Standing beside them all, you looked at the witch who stared at you in pure horror.

“You…” he whispered.

“I see you remember me.” You smirked.

Rolling your shoulders, you slowly stalked your way over, making him stumble back.

With Bonnie blocking his magic, he couldn’t do anything against you and he knew that.

Cornering him, you picked him up by the neck.

“I should have done this years ago…” you whispered.

Throwing him across the room, you watched as he rolled before stalking your way over to him again.

“(Y/N) don’t! Leave him!” Stefan yelled.

You stopped.

“Do you need him for something?”

“Well… no…”

You shrugged and drove your hand into the witches chest and ripped his heart out, watching as it beat in your fingers.

Taking a deep breath, you dropped it to the floor and licked some of the blood from your hand.

“Well…”

Stefan sighed and walked away while Damon stood there staring at you.

“Holy shit…” he whispered.

You hummed and walked over, making him gulp as you placed your non bloodied hand on his chest.

Damon stared at you, eyes locked with yours.

“Do I scare you…?” You whispered.

“Uhm… no…”

You smirked a little and leant forward, lips brushing his ear.

“Are you sure…?”

Damon shuddered and quickly took a step back, adjusting his jacket as he frantically looked around.

“I’ve got to go.”

With that, he rushed away and you smirked, laughing a little to yourself as you walked back to your car.

Of course you knew he had a crush on you, you’d known for a while, but watching how flustered and jumpy he got around you was fun.

And you were going to keep doing it until he finally admitted how he actually felt about you

[base0h]

Can I pls get hcs of Law & Kid with an s/o that mocks them when upset. Ex: the captains be like “don’t do this or this” and their s/o makes a funny face and repeats their words “dOn’T dO tHiS oR tHaT” I woke up giggling imagining their reactions 😭

a/n - I’m dying oml 😭 this was so funny to write istg you anons have the best ideas ever-

Warnings ⚠️ - g/n reader, I bully kid a lot so I’m sorry in advance 💀

Mocking Law & Kid <3

Law

- “Y/n! Are you even listening to me?? What you did was absolutely dangerous and stupid!”

- Law was on another rant to you about how you have to be more careful, and less “carefree”

- “You always put yourself in danger, don’t do that again!” He shouted angrily, sighing with frustration

- You were fed up, you heard this every single damn time you screwed up something (which may I say was quite frequently- I’m sorry I’m rlly mean wth 💀)

- you made a face, trying to make the same brooding, rbf expression Law always had

- You made your voice go deeper, trying to impersonate him

- “YoU alWaYs puT yoUrseLf iN daNgEr, dOn’t dO thAt evEr aGaiN-“ You said, mocking his tone of voice, crossing your arms with a pout

- He immediately turned around, this man was speechless

- did you just try to impersonate him?

- first off he was screaming inside because he was questioning if he actually sounded like that or not

- secondly, wtf did you just say to him???

- He literally just left the room, leaving you alone and pouting about what he was telling you earlier before your impersonation of him

- Throughout the rest of the day, he didn’t talk to you at all, in fact you really didn’t even see him much

- You started to feel bad.. You knew all he wanted was for you to be safe since he cares about you so much

- So you decided to go look in his office, and when you found him, he didn’t look at you at all

- “Law- I’m sorry about earlier- I know you just want to protect me.”

- “… Do I really sound like that?” He asked with a disgusted looking expression on his face

- If that’s what he actually sounded like, I think he’s gonna puke

- You froze, that’s what he was mad about??

- You laughed, that’s literally the only thing he was mad about-

- “Law- no you don’t sound like that- dummy.” You said, bonking his head with your fist with your signature smile he always loved to see

- He smiled softly, sighing as he got back to working

- You ended up keeping him company for the rest of the day while he worked <3

Kid

- your ass had just been saved by kid.. yet again

- It wasn’t your fault that he was always the one to come rescue you! (It kinda is but nvm that rn 👍)

- “I always have to come save your ass! Just don’t get captured next time!” He shouted with frustration, sitting down in his chair with a sigh

- You huffed, crossing your arms at his reaction

- Didn’t he care about saving you? Was it all just a burden for him?

- You made his signature angry face, showing all of your teeth at once like he did

- “I aLwaYs hAvE to CoMe aNd sAve YoU! dOn’T gEt cAuGht nExT tiMe- yeah that’s SUPER easy Kid.” You said, storming out of the room, leaving Kid alone to contemplate what the fuck just happened

- Math was not computing in his head right now

- Did you just try to impersonate him?

- Huh?

- what?

- confusion

- then anger

- then yelling, “I DON’T FUCKING SOUND LIKE THAT!” Loud enough for you to hear all the way down the hallway

- You couldn’t help but snicker a bit at his reaction, hiding out in your room

- oh hell nah Kid’s angry now

- He started to make something that you absolutely despised, loathed with your entire existence

- he spent around two hours making 15 of them, and once he was finished he chuckled pridefully

- They we’re cockroaches, 15 robotic cockroaches that he could control with a remote

- He immediately took them all towards the closed door of your room

- He placed them through the space between the ground and the door, making them crawl inside all at once

- At first you didn’t notice, you were reading a book, relaxing on a chair in the corner of your room

- You heard the little tapping of the legs on the ground, and then you saw them

- You screamed, seeing 15 of the hugest cockroaches you’ve ever seen start to crawl towards your way so quickly

- Kid could barely contain his laughter from outside your door

- “SOMEONE- KID! HELP ME-!” You screamed, trying to throw different things at them.

- He chuckled, opening the door and lifting you up, letting you hide your vision from the cockroaches

- While you couldn’t see, he used his abilities to be able to grab them all at once, then throw them out the window quickly

- “Look at this.. I had to save you again, dumbass.”

- “Be quiet Kid!” You shouted with a frustrated look on your face

- He laughed at your reaction, but when you found out what he actually did I think you beat his ass so fucking hard 💀

- man couldn’t breathe for a minute after you whooped his guilty ass

a/n - moral of the story, don’t impersonate these dudes 💀

<3