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i think..........gojo kinda....gets off on the idea that someone knows yall are hooking up. not in an everyone can see the way you're looking at each other from across the room kind of way, butâ
more than pleased to sneak up behind you, wrap an arm around your waist and lean his head against yours. doesn't matter that it's in the middle of a little halloween party, doesn't matter that you're prattling on to shoko and utahime, or that their faces are slowly starting to twist with disgust.
satoru presses a kiss to your cheek, and when you crane your neck away in an attempt to ignore him, he presses another below your ear, and another against your pulse, each one a little wetter than the last.
"ugh, get a room."
and he can't help but grin into your throat, successful, as the two of you are abandoned. he tries to nip you in the jaw, but leans so far over your shoulder that his hair falls into your eyes and you have to turn away with a laugh.
"you're pestering me," you tell him, and that has him humming. purring, almost.
it's not hard to imagine how the two of you look: out in the open and not squished back in some corner, his arms secure around you, hips pressed to your ass. your perfume is strongest at your throat and satoru practically inhales it, sinking his teeth in after you try to swat him.
"you look so appetizing, dear, what do you expect?"
"for you to have some shame, at least."
"with you? how could i?" he murmurs, grinning at the hiss of his name as his fingertips dip up the hem of your dress. not far, but enough that anyone watching could see the growing reveal of your thigh. "come to the car with me."
that has you stiffening, shoulders trying to square beneath him; satoru ignores it, swaying you both side to side with the music playing in the background. "no," you tell him, firm and so determinedâbut your amusement betrays you when he nuzzles his nose into your hair.
"please?" he tries not to whine, but he almost can't help it when you look so cute. "i don't mind getting on my knees to beg, if you want."
"please don't, youâ" you're cut off by a purposeful sway of his hips, one that would be all too telling of what he's hiding against you, to anyone watching. "you're insufferable."
"mmm," satoru hums, "i love it when you flirt with me." and he can't help but to laugh a little, when you do too, and then he's not giving you any sort of chance, any more time to play your teasing little game.
he's more than pleased, then, to press further into your back until you allow him to drive you forward, brushing shamelessly past onlookers. the car isn't parked too far back, but enough that the night should conceal what everyone knows is about to happen.
it should, at least. maybe. satoru thinks it doesn't really matter, anyway.
#he's like a teenage boy so WAHOO I'M GETTING LAID đđđđ#GOD he's practically humping your leg while you're trying to talk I HATE HIM#aofneuwiaoqoq#any outing yall have together has at least one 'can you help me with something real quick honey ?? đ'#LOL#i wanna shake him until his head comes off#Ă gojo Ă
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[Touchy feely] [tf141 headcanons]
(Romantic impied Task force 141 boys x gender neutral!reader headcanons :))
Summary: Being the sweetheart of the task force means the boys are not shy about the fact that they're all simps and always want some sort of contact with you at all times.
Consists of romantic/suggestive headcanons for each of the guys and little things they do with you <3
Words: about 1.5k (this was supposed to be short, whoops)
Warnings/Info: Can be read separately but it is intended that they all harbor feelings for you at the same time, possibly out of character for everyone, some swearing, the guys manhandle you, as always, let me know if I miss something!
Thinking about how each of the boys is so touchy with you, it doesn't matter where you are or who you're with, they're shameless.
Other units and teams who will sometimes share the base with 141 know better than to ask questions or directly say anything to one of the guys or you for that matter. Not that they could anyway, seeing as you always have at least one of them attached to your hip.
Price:
Anyone who walks into Price's office late at night to turn something in is used to seeing you next to the Captain on the little dingy loveseat he has in there.
John is usually smoking a cigar, taking care to not blow smoke your way while your head is resting on his shoulder. Your eyes closed as you hum at his words. It's terribly domestic for a military base.
John likes to gently play with your hair while he speaks about missions he's been on, always somehow trying to braid despite not knowing how to for jack shit, whether it because it's you or just the mindless motion, he's not willing to say.
John will usually walk you back to your room after dinner or time in his office unless he's swamped with work.
A small hand on the small of your back while he leads you. It's always a respectable touch, though he tucks you into his side, nodding at everyone you may pass.
If you're comfortable with it, he likes to press a kiss to your head, smiling that goofy ass smile, and tells you to get a good night's rest.
He lets you help him trim up his beard, he won't let you do all of it but he likes the closeness of it, him sitting down while you gently shape it up, tilting his head up and he tries his best to not stare directly at your chest.
The fact that he's letting you this close to his neck with a razor is a sign of trust, maybe small for others but for a man that doesn't drop his guard and doesn't truly trust others, it speaks volumes.
The first time he let you, you were barely putting any pressure and he grabbed your hand in his and showed you. "You're not gonna hurt me, put more force into it, yeah?"
Don't get me started on going out on walks in London with Price, he wraps you up in his beanie and some big leather jacket he has that dwarves you, helping you move through crowds by once again holding the small of your back, or taking your smaller hand in his. (He doesn't correct anyone if they mistake you as married)
He likes to kiss the back of your hand and laughs when it makes you blush and sputter out that his beard is scratchy.
Ghost:
Ghost is a subtle one, he won't actively reach for you or your hand but he does have some part of him against you most times.
Whether it be his leg, arm, or thigh, anything works. A normal place yall will be seen together is in the dining hall, you've both learned to ignore the stares from everyone else.
Simon never eats there, just sits with you until you're finished and then you both move on to either his quarters or somewhere else so he can peel his mask up to eat a bit.
However, while you're eating and telling him about anything under the sun, he'll lean over and wipe some crumbs off of your mouth with his thumb softly, which again, you're used to so okay whatever but Recruits always are taken aback in their seats.
Ghost's reflexes kick into overdrive with you. His hand going to cover a corner of a table 9/10 times before you completely wreck your shit, but when he does miss (sometimes on purpose).
He'll bring a hand up to rub at your head for you, chuckling under his breath before cooing down at you "That hurt pretty? Sure look like it did."
Whenever you two specifically are paired onto a mission, doesn't matter if any of the guys complain, he will share a cot/tent with you. He claims he runs the hottest (he doesn't, it's Johnny but he will not lose on this) and can keep your body the warmest.
He pretty much lugs you on top of him and wraps his arms around your waist, he'll press a hand against your head if you keep fidgeting, rasping at you to go to sleep. He takes great pride in the fact that you're usually out like a light very shortly.
I've said it once and I'll say it again, Ghost likes to hook a finger into your body straps and pull it really hard and let it smack you to get your attention if you're not actively paying attention to him, he'll soothe the area but he's smirking behind that fucking mask.
On that note, he definitely does the "You got something right here." And points at your chest and immediately pull up to flick your nose hard as fuck, he KNOWS his own strength but sometimes your eyes water and he immediately feels bad.
Ghost rests his head on your chest a lot, he finds your heartbeat to be soothing and reassuring, also grunts if you don't wrap your arms around him in return, bro literally shoves his head into you and groans
This is a grown man but it's cute so you let it slide bc he'll never ask for it outright, he just assumes you'll cradle his head.
Soap:
Johnny is the most shameless motherfucker here, I'm talking about draping himself over you, grabbing at your cheeks, ruffling your hair, kissing you dangerously close to your lips (it drives the others mad), he's the most unapologetic about it and will gloat to the others.
Manhandler #1, isn't above grabbing you by your hips and picking you up to move you somewhere, he's literally gone and grabbed you from some rookies side to come stand next to him with a smile and you're just so used to it that you just shrug and go along with it. (He gets slightly jealous, why would you stand next to some random ass dude and not him??)
Throws you over his shoulder, or likes you to cling to his front or his back and just carries you, he says it's a comfortable weight. If you ever dare say you're too heavy, he's gonna go to the gym and work out even more to PROVE to you that he simply doesn't care, he will carry you.
Extremely bad habit of sneaking into your room to fall asleep with you, Price has come into your room many times to see Soap sprawled on top of you, he's drooling and snoring and you're knocked the fuck out (he's like a glorified weighted blanket).
I've touched on this before but he only wants you to cut his hair for him, yeah he can go to the barber on base but he much prefers you and loves it when you scratch at his scalp. He also likes to just have his head in between your thighs but that's something else for another time-
Soap specifically slings you over his shoulder a lot, especially off base where he truly doesn't have any fucks to give.
You're not going to bed because you have other work?? Too bad, shoulder time you go. You're not willing to get up and make yourself food? Good thing he's here, either pick what you want from the kitchen or throw some clothes on bc he IS dragging you out of the house.
Johnny likes to draw on you a lot, it ranges from scribbles, to sometimes his name if he's feeling cheeky (he's drawn it on your thigh before and you didn't notice until Gaz shot you a look), to intricate drawings of whatever he can think whether it be a landscape or an animal.
He always holds you steady and it isn't uncommon for your limbs to fall asleep but it's worth it, if only to see him smile.
Gaz:
Gaz is probably the most secretly clingy person out of the four, he CAN function without your touch but does he PREFER to? No.
His first instinct in any situation is to grab you and shield you, he's the fastest of the four so his body moves without thinking and it's saved you more times than any of you would like to count.
The one mission where you both fell out of a moving truck, he tucked your body into his despite it costing him his shoulder popping out of the socket, you couldn't help but freak out while Ghost moved to pop it back into place.
"Why the fuck would you do that? Look at your arm!" "It's nothing." "Garrick what the fuck-"
When you're out anywhere off base, he's holding your hand, good luck trying to pull away bc he is not letting go. Too bad so sad, resign to your fate.
I think Gaz is definitely good at dancing, at least with you and when the right music is on, you cannot tell me this man wouldn't twirl you around and shit-fight me on it. He'll even lift you off your feet, laughing when you scramble to grab at his shoulders.
He goes stark still if you rest your head on his shoulder, not because he's nervous but because he's worried about waking you up when he knows you deserve a rest.
He'll usually wrap his arm around your shoulder to hold you in place so the heli ride doesn't jostle you so much, gentleness rubbing his knuckles along your arm to soothe you.
Gaz is the one who holds you when you have nightmares, on rare occasions when Soap isn't in your room and you just need to be held with no talking, you always without thinking find yourself in Kyle's room, his arms wrapped around your waist as he tucks your head under his chin, no questions asked.
He'll maybe hum a tune to help you relax but other than that, he lets you lead the way.
#im so tired oh my god#i hope yall enjoy kissing yall on the forehead#ghost <3#soap <3#price <3#gaz <3#kayla writes <3#call of duty#call of duty x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#ghost x reader#john soap mactavish x reader#soap x reader#john price x reader#john mactavish x reader#kyle gaz garrick x reader#gaz x reader#kyle gaz garrick#john price#gender neutral reader#john soap mactavish#john mactavish#call of duty headcanons
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red thread || jake âhangmanâ seresin
summary:Â fate has a funny way of bringing people together, and itâs made no exception for you and hangman. youâve grown up together; there's not a day that goes by in which you aren't glued to each others' sides. as kids, you promised each other that if you were still single at 30 you'd get married. but when that day finally arrives, you wonder just how much things will change.
words: ~2.3k
warnings: nothing. unless youâre like me and commitment scares you, then yeah lmao. hangman is an absolute gentleman in this though :) biggest TW is my writing...sorry. idk what happened. some slight mentions of angst and injury but nothing graphic :)
a/n: mannn my writing has gone downhill idk how yall other talented writers do it. i wish i could write that well đbut, iâm proud of this...plotwise, at least! (my fics are doing so bad for some reason while everyone else seems to be blowing up??? idk) btw, the first part of this fic takes place two years before tgm
It was 1:30 a.m, and you couldnât fall asleep.Â
It seemed that Hangman had the same idea as you as he told you to meet him outside the Hard Deck in five. The coastal air and Jake Seresin was the perfect combination to help you unwind, so of course you said yes.Â
âThere she is,â he grinned as he offered a helping hand. âMy favorite fellow insomniac.â
âNightmares keep you up, Jake?â you teased. âWhatâs the matter this time?â
âSame as you. Donât feel like sleeping yet,â Hangman answered. âCan you believe it? Weâre awake, and Fanboy and Payback arenât.â
âNow thatâs a first,â you laughed. âThought Iâd never live to see that day, but here we are.â
âWeâre making history day by day.â
âYou knowâŚsometimes,â you breathed out as you rested your head on his shoulder, âI wonder what itâd be like if we never met.â
âDidnât you ask that same question fifteen years ago?â
âWe were much younger back then. Itâs different now.â
âWell, thenâŚI donât like to imagine it.â
Your brows furrowed. âWhy not?â
âItâd be weird. Youâve always been a big part of my life, so to think you almost couldâve not been in itâŚitâs weird. Uncomfortable, even.â
âYeah, it is weirdâŚâ your voice trailed off as you lingered on the thought. Youâve always done everything together. How different would your lives be now if you hadnât become friends; hadnât stayed in touch through college? âBut donât be sad, because I donât plan on leaving anytime soon.â
Hangman gave you a light punch in the arm. âIâm not complaining.â
âGood.â
âYou know, Y/NâŚthereâs one more thing.â
âUh oh.â
âHear me out,â he started. âRemember that deal we made when we were kids?â
âThe one about helping each other bury a body if needed, or getting married?â
âThe second oneâŚI thought the first was a given since the day we met. Thatâs something all friends are supposed to do for each other, right? Bury bodies, hide their trailsâŚall that good stuff.â
âWhat about the second one?â
âWeâre turning 30 soon,â he recounted. Any and all traces of cockiness were completely wiped off his face. âAnd we said that if weâre both still single by the time our 30th birthdays roll around, weâd get married.â
You smiled as you revisited the memory: wide-eyed and curious, and so blissfully unaware with the only worry in the world was whether youâd grow up together or not. âYou still remembered all that?â
âOf course I did. You still in, or what?â
âI guess soâŚI mean, what else do I have to lose?â
The two of you fall back into your comfortable silence, and he wraps you up into his arms.Â
TWO YEARS LATER
As usual, the base is busy and rather chaotic: day after day youâre busy filing reports and training. This causes you to become prone to forgetting the littler things in your life, so you assign Bob to keep track of them for you. He had the best memory of anyone you knewâthat man kept mental notes of everything.Â
âWhat do I have to do today, Floyd? Any eventsâŚâ
âUhhhâŚâ Bob thought for a moment as you took a long drink of water. âDinner with Phoenix. Do laundry. Donât get yelled at by Cyclone for the 19th time (Youâre only one point behind Bradshaw, heâs at 20). Grocery shopping. And most importantlyâŚyoursâ and Hangmanâs birthday.â
âOh, shit, I completely forgot,â you swore under your breath. âHow could I forgetâŚâ
âYou have some time, so donât worry. Five days.â
âOnly five days?â your eyes widened. âI have to run through four more simulations over the next two. I canât plan everything in the remaining three.â
âIf you pay Garcia in Doordash deliveries, heâll help out. You know he minored in art.â
âThatâsâŚactually not a bad idea.â
After you finish your final exercise that week, you pass out, but luckily, Hangmanâs right there to catch you so you donât get a concussion. Bless that manâhe always seemed to be around wherever you went and you were very grateful for it.Â
You were delirious and couldnât walk straight, so as much as you claimed you were okay, he wouldnât believe you.Â
âIâm taking you home because youâre in no condition to be wandering around by yourself. The birthday planning can wait. Youâve tired yourself out enough as it is and you donât want to make things worse.â So you let him help you get into his car, then drive you home and lead you inside. Then, he forced you to go upstairs to take a hot shower and relax while he cooked up dinner for you.Â
Though Hangman admired your determined spirit, it scared the hell out of him because you wouldnât know when to stop yourself.Â
âI got that from you though! Whoâs the one I spend the most time around?â youâd claim in response to that argument. You werenât wrongâit was a quality you picked up from him many years ago.
You woke up the next morning to the smell of French toast and jam, which lessens the tension in your shoulders right away. Amidst the early morning light drifting through the windows he stands out like a priceless work of art in a museum. You struggle to tear your eyes off him.Â
Rubbing the sleepiness from your eyes, you rested your chin on his shoulder and exhaled. âHey.â
âMorning. You sleep okay? Howâs that headache of yours?â
âIâm alright.â You closed your eyes and inhaled the sweet scent of cinnamon sugar. âThis smells nice.â
If Hangman was tired, you couldnât tell. âWoke up at 6:30 to relearn the recipe for you. Itâs been a while, it took three burnt batches to get the hang of things.â
âYou woke up an hour early to cook for me?âÂ
âWhy else? Of course I did,â he stated matter-of-factly.Â
You sat down at the kitchen island together and ate your breakfast in silence. Something about this moment feels more domestic than all the others youâve shared in the past, and you canât help but smile. You wouldnât mind spending the rest of eternity like this...
âY/N, thereâs some honey on your chin.â
You blinked, trying to find it. âWhere?â
âHold on a sec.â Hangman took his napkin and rubbed gently at the corner of your lip to wipe it off. For a brief moment, you could feel his warm breath fanning across your face. You stayed as still as possible. âThere.â
If anyone looked in from the outside, it was another simple day in the life of a longtime couple. But for you and Jake, itâs always been like this. Showing up at each othersâ place wasnât unusual for either of you; if anything, it was quite normal.Â
â...Thanks.â
âYeah. You got any ideas in mind? For the big day.â
âWhatever you want is what I want.â
âFunny enough, thatâs what I was about to tell you,â he replied.âÂ
You locked eyes with each other and laughed. âWeâll figure it out. Iâm sure we will.â
Less than three days until everything as you knew it would change forever...if you were being honest, you were absolutely terrified. What if he changed his mind and left you in the dust, all alone? You werenât ready to face the cold truth.Â
Hangman offered a simple celebration: food and drinks at the Hard Deck with the crew, then some karaoke if you were up for it after. He starts it off by serenading you at the bar, reaching a hand out to you as he sang your favorite Billy Joel track. You let him lead you out to the dance floor and spin you around, and heâs equal parts addicting as he is entertaining.Â
Thirty candles, and you agree on blowing out fifteen eachâsomehow, by some miracle, you manage to do exactly that, and itâs perfect. Then Fanboy yells that he and Rooster want a rematch with you in Just DanceâŚso you go at it for two hours straight, until sweat is dripping down your face and your sweater grows hot.Â
Youâre burnt out, and he can see the look in your eyes as you step aside to let Phoenix play. âYou want to head out? Thereâs something I want to show you.â
You nod. âOkay.â
He gives Maverick a look, and the captain shoots him a subtle nod in return. He takes this as his signal to put his hand on the small of your back and lead you out the door.Â
You canât help but laugh a little as you get outside. âIs this Mavâs motorcycle?â
âNoâŚâ Hangman shifts from foot to foot, feigning cluelessness.Â
âDid you steal it?â
âOf course not.â
âItâs his, isnât it.â
âLook, he let me borrow it for the night. Itâs not stealing if he says itâs okayâŚbesides, he never noticed when I did steal from him last weekââ
âWhat did youâdo you even have a motorcycle license?â
âGot it a year ago. I thought, âmaybe Iâll take my best girl on a ride someday, so who knows if itâll come in handyâ. So here we are now.â
âThatâs very sweet.â
âAlright, now come on.â He swung his leg over the side and motioned for you to sit behind him. The cushion was not in fact, cushiony, and you found yourself growing colder by the second.
The bike burst forward without warning. You let out a small yelp and immediately wrapped your arms around Hangmanâs waistâwhich was ridiculously firmâŚhad he been working out more lately?âas you went speeding down the road.Â
âIf I die, Iâm gonna kill you and haunt you in your sleep,â you mumbled into the fabric of his jacket. âEven in death, Iâll stick to you always.â
âThat sounds both morbid and weirdly romantic.â
âShut up.â
Several minutes later you found yourselves by the cliffs, standing high over the ocean, and deja vu hits almost right away. After we go on this make up date, he had said, Iâm going to find that guy who messed you up and mess him up. Then weâre going to go home, Iâll let you wear any of my sweatshirts you want, and weâll watch true crime. One where someone like that jerk dies. Okay? Okay.
Youâre miles away from Top Gun, miles away from your jet and your uniform and everything youâve ever known, but youâve never felt more at home than now. Itâs in this moment in which you realize all you really need in the world is Jake, the sky above you, and the sea below you.Â
Out of the corner of your eye you noticed that heâs getting fidgety. He canât stop stuffing his hands in and out of his pockets or running them through his hairâheâs restless. The action takes you by surprise a bit.Â
âWhy are you all tensed up?â you questioned. âItâs just me and a nice sunset. Weâve done things like this many times.â
âBut itâs not just you and a sunset,â he explained. âIâm supposed to be asking you the most important question of our lives. Thatâs a big deal, sweetheart.â
Your heart spluttered to a stop. âAre youâŚâ
âLet me finish,â Jake cut in. âIf you could be quiet for a few minutesâŚthat would help. Iâm nervous.â
âJake Seresin, nervous?â you teased. âThatâs a first.â
He smiled and shook his head. âGive me a break.â
âOkay, okay. Iâll be niceâŚfor now.â
âI havenât slept at all in the past week. I went to eleven different jewelry stores around San Diego but nothing seemed to scream âY/Nâ. So, I decided to take a trip out of state.â He cleared his throat, and reached into his jacket pocket. You saw his hand shake as he did so. âOut of the country. That mini mission I went on while you were training? I was in Canada. Victoria, to be specific. Maverick and Rooster came along to help out.â
Now in his hand was a small velvet box, and inside was the most breathtaking ring youâd ever seen. âDiamond and ruby. They donât sell plain red strings for ringsâŚso I had them design this. The red thread of fateâŚthe one that brought you into my life. We were kids when we promised to spend our lives together, if circumstances permitted. And I know we mightâve been young, but Iâd be lying if I said I could imagine myself with someone that wasnât you. There was a part of me that wished you wouldnât find anyone before this day came along. Itâs you, Y/N. It always has been.
âIâm not going to get down on one knee. Iâm not going to give you a long, cheesy speech about divine power and soulmates. But Iâm going to tell you this: youâre my forever, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Itâs getting cold out so Iâll cut to the chase: what Iâm saying here is that Iâm asking you to marry me.â
The world fell silent as you replied with a shaky nod, holding out a trembling hand as Jake slid the golden band onto your ring finger. Neither of you made a sound, and you swore you felt time stop and the ground crack wide open beneath your feet.
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â hope is a thing with feathers!
ft. sunday and robin as your older siblings (headcannons)
cw: youngest sibling in the fam, gn! reader, family fluff, reader is between ages 12-14, PLATONIC, i went silly on some of them, reader is a halovian but no specified appearance other than halo and wings
a/nâs note: sunday and robinâs relationship mean sm to me its not even funny like HOYO PLZ MAKE THEM REUNITE I WILL SCREAM IF THEY DONT :((( honestly wish i had them as family yk
SUNDAY:
â even though heâs the leader of penacony and doesnât have time to always spend time with you, sunday always makes up for it when he can.
â if you ever need help with an essay or math homework, heâll assist you with it. even if itâs fucking 2+2, bro would still help you. heck at this point, heâll do the whole worksheet for you. sunday loves you that much dawg.
â sunday would be rlly supportive for you, no matter what!! heâd encourage you to pursue your dreams, whether thatâs becoming a nameless, a performer for the iris family, or something else entirely, heâll be there alongside you every step of the way :3
â heâd be a bit strict with you, since youâre still young. would probably give you a curfew for when its night, like making you go to bed at 9pm at least. maybe a little later on the weekends. (does time even exist in the dreamscape i dont remember.)
â if you ask sunday VERY politely, (heâll still oblige), heâll sing you a lullaby for when you have trouble sleeping. tuck your blanket under your chin too while heâs at it, hehehe.
â LMAO IDK WHY THIS IS SO FUNNY TO ME but imagine youâre dating someone and introduce sunday to your significant other, I FEEL LIKE HEâD BE POLITE AND ALL THAT BUT AS SOON AS YALL DILLY DALLY OR WTV HEâD BE GIVING THEM SIDE GLANCES EVERY ONCE IN AWHILE.
â like i said, he IS protective of you and will go on a rampage if theyâre toxic or hurtful to you. :)
â btw, if you watched robinâs trailer, you can catch a glimpse of sunday polishing her halo. and yes, he would polish your halo too, since youâre also halovian, sometimes even preen your wings too if heâs not too busy.
â if you take band or theatre arts in school or figure skating, acrobatics or just SOMETHING that includes performances, sunday doesnât give a shit if he has something to do, he will find a way to go to every single one bc he doesnât wanna disappoint you as an older brother :(
â pats your head. a lot. literally a mom-sibling, you canât tell me otherwise. will occasionally pick your outfits and asks for your opinion before you go out or make sure your school uniform is crisp and unwrinkled. (if your school has uniforms.)
â overall, sunday is a doting and compassionate older brother. he loves you with his whole being. <3
ROBIN:
â the best, nicest, loving, caring older sister you will ever have in your entire lifespan.
â like sunday, she would help you in any way possible. but sheâs not the best when it comes to math homework :(( if you want, sheâll give you a pep talk though!! and trust me, robin gives out the best ad most encouraging pep talks ever like..
â if you do something hella devious, even if its 101% your fault, sheâd side with you no matter what. this girl hardly gets to be silly due to her superstar reputation but when she has the chance, plz just let her be. (yall can be devious together.)
â would brush your hair for you!! it doesnât matter whether you have short or long ass rapunzel-looking hair, she will somehow find a way to style it.
â definitely sang you songs during your childhood, and she still does! robin would hum a tune when you canât sleep, or you simply just wanna destress and donât feel like doing anything else. <3
â also like sunday, since she travels a lot, sheâll always make up for the lost time by brinking trinkets and gifts, maybe even bring you along with her during her one of her tours!
â also incredibly supportive in your passions! want to become a performer like her? sheâll be there rooting for you on the sidelines! wanna learn to sing and follow in her footsteps? sure, sheâll gladly teach you for free! (not like you had to pay anyway teehee.)
â robin would be somewhat protective of you as well, just not too strictly. after all, you should experience as much of the outside world as you can. đ
â i feel like sheâs a horrible money spender.. (same..) if robin sees you glance at a piece of jewelry or smth hella expensive for 0.00001 nanoseconds, suddenly itâs in a gift bag at your desk when you get home from school with a little note from her along with some pastries she thought youâd like.
â if you gift her something, whether its handmade or you bought it with your own money, chances are sheâll keep it for the rest of eternity and repay you with a gift of her choice as well!!
â overall, robin is a sweet and soft older sister and is always there for you, no matter the distance that separates you!
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yall this is my first time requesting something from someone so im a bit nervous but
imagine overstimulating venti until he cries đ¤
also can i be đ anon ? PLEASE tell me if anything i asked made you uncomfortable!!
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characters: sub!venti x nb!dom!reader
warnings: overstimulation, size kink, dacryphillia, readerâs genitals/pronouns are never mentioned so the cock can be interpreted as a strap on
notes: of course you can be đanon! and yes, iâm slowly coming back to life. man authorâs block is hard to beat. also, if this getâs flagged by tumblr when i wake up tmrw, iâll delete it and post it again so donât get too scared if itâs suddenly gone bbies
venti, or better yet known as barbatos to his people, was never really much of an archon.
he never plays by the rules, governs over his people nor even tries to abide by celestiaâs rules. often, the wind spirit simply prefers to lay back and watch as his people takes care of any problems. theyâre strong after all, his children always has been. of course, the windborn bard slurs out words of being the anemo archon in his drunk dazed self but no one ever takes it seriously.
and another thing was that, venti never worships the celestia. the floating island in the sky is full of nothing but liars, manipulators and cowards. besides⌠why would he worship those pathetic things when youâre right here?
why kneel before them when he can kneel before you?
why worship those who spat venom everytime they open their mouth when ballads and praises, songs of life flow from yours?
why chase after meaningless praises when your words sting like the strongest alcohol, burning his throat, making his eyes water as he becomes more and more addicted to you?
thatâs exactly why the anemo archon prefers to worship you instead. when you braid his hair and comb out the knots as he nuzzles against your form, dazed and sleepy.
when youâre there to console him, help him through his darkest days when those wretches of celestia has done nothing.
when youâre kissing away the tears that spill from his eyes, shushing his slurred speeches and sobs of pleasure as you continue to ram into that one spot inside him, making him shriek and spill over his stomach again and again.
the windborn bard could worship you for eternity.
spilling another load into his stomach, the god in your arms spasms and twitches as his legs weakly wrap around your waist to at least try and calm the twitching of his small body.
dear stars above, you felt so big he could almost feel your tip in his stomach in his sex drunken haze. slurred whines of what seems to be your name flowing out of his mouth as he tries to keep his last threads of sanity together but how can he do so when he can just feel your previous loads slipping out of his rim and down to the sheets.
it all felt so hot, the room was so hot, everything was spinning. the warmth of your cum seeping out of his hole, the slight bulge in his stomach, the feeling of your finger wiggling in next to his already stuffed hole and pushing the cum back inside while your cock stays in â venti lets out a weak sound.
âlook at you, little bird. youâre leaking out my cum that i worked so hard to put in you. canât have my hard work being spent, right?â you coo out teasingly, a grin bit too sadistic tugging on your lips as venti writhes under you when you add in another finger. stars above, were you trying to break him?
venti couldnât respond. he couldnât even fully understand and register your words. brain too fried from the previous rounds of your just absolutely handling his small body around, pinching, teasing, smacking, leaving marks and hickeys but he loved it all.
as a response, the bard only weakly bucks his hips back into your strap again seemingly wanting more. my, what an insatiable little bird.
throwing his leg over your shoulder, you take out your fingers from his hole and squeeze his tiny waist once in a warning before fucking back into him again. small whines, weak noises and slurred whorish moans spill out from under you, the anemo archon far too fucked stupid to even try to properly say your name anymore.
making a grabby motion with his hands â a silent ask to hold you close while you fuck him full of your cum again â you decide to be nice and lean down, the absolutely filthy wet noises of your cock easily entering him causing venti to dig his blunt nails into your back, pulling you closer to himself.
feeling another orgasm building up embarrassingly quickly, the archon chases after your lips with weak whines, a sob following as you deny him of a proper kiss. instead teasing him by kissing his soft cheek. he didnât even realize he was crying.
but soon those soft and weak whimpers and slurred words turn into a sharp scream as he feels himself cumming into both of your stomachs again, a sob of your name following along as you chase your high, getting more frantic with your movements.
the archon feels himself getting filled up again when your hips stutter, causing the short man under you to whimper a quiet â[n-nameeeâŚâ¤ď¸ďż˝ďż˝ďż˝]â in your ears.
after having caught your breath, you pull away from him slightly. pushing his hair away from his face, you couldnât help but laugh as you wipe away his tears. but that laugh is cut off short as the archon bucks his hips against yours again, a cheeky grin pulling on his lips.
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MC has a secret admirer!
Request goes; They're already dating but it's new so most of the lesser demons don't know about it. MC then starts getting love letters from an anonymous person and the Dateables/Brothers get the need to show off that MC is theirs?
I'm gonna do the brothers first! Hope that's cool! If yall wanna see more pls request it! (Also pretend that this is near the beginning of yalls relationship)
INTRO
"Wow, look babe, I got a love letter! Guess I'm more popular than I thought, you might have some competition." You chuckle, kissing his cheek. It was a very flattering letter, laying out all your strengths, compliments sprinkled generously throughout the writing. It was... surprising to say the least. But you were excited to tell him about it!
LUCIFER
If he's already on edge, he might just yank it and rip it in half. Today, however, he's in a good mood.
"Let me read it." You hand him the paper, watching him closely as he grimaces and scoffs. He's not nervous, but he is baffled that someone had the nerve to send you such a... bold letter.
A little prideful, in the sense that he has something that no one else can. He know's you wont leave him for some lower demon, but he can't help but feel slightly threatened.
Walks a litter closer to you around town and RAD. He'll hold your hand when the hallways start to filter out and there's less students around.
Puts in the effort to take you on more public dates, Restorante Six, most likely. kissing your hand and giving you roses at the table. He's not flashy, but it's enough for rumors to spread quickly.
MAMMON
He rips it from your hand, immediately turning his back so he can read it. "Is this the kinda lame sappy stuff you're into? Even I'd do better than this! It don't even mention ya eyes!"
He hands it back to you, mumbling something about, "i'll show 'em" before he stomps off, shaking his head.
He struts the RAD halls with his arm around you, glaring unnecessary at anyone who walks by. He's certainly on edge for the first couple days after. He starts passing you small silly notes during class, little drawings and pickup lines. You watch him as he turns away, hand trying to cover his flushed cheeks.
Also takes you out more. Carnivals, amusement parks, more casual things! Posts 1 post, with a few photos of you together, captioned 'almost as good as grimm.' If you get another letter, you might end up having your first kiss in front of the school!
LEVIATHAN
"Wha? Who?" He can feel his heart beating faster, anxiety rising in his chest. "Just kidding Levi, you're the only demon for me!" You giggle at him. "Could I read it?" You hand it to him, watching him plop down in his gaming chair. He gets very expressive while he reads. Before long, his tail is swishing behind him, "they don't even know you! There's no mention o-of any of your favorite videos games in here! You love games." He frowns, throwing his hands up dramatically. "I know Levi, I don't even know who sent it. Don't worry, they don't know me as well as you do." He pretends to lose control of his tail, that pulls you into him for a hug.
He sulks for a few days, but after some reassurance, he has a plan. You're going to the aquarium and he'll hold your hand! That'll really show 'em. Might even go to physical school a few days more than usual to walk with you.
He writes you a little in-game dialog sappy note, telling you a few things he loves about you. Might make a singular Devilgram post with you, hugging his Ruri-chan body pillow, captioned ''my #1 and my #2'
ASMODEUS
"Ohh! Of course you're popular MC! Everyone loves you, and me of course. We're the top power couple! Now let me take a look." He smiles at you, smile faltering slightly as he reads the letter. Eyes blinking a little stiffly, he hands it back to you. "That's so superficial, you're much better off with me." And with that, he walks away.
He shows the world exactly who's you are immediately. You're tagged in maybe 10 posts in a row. Pictures of you and him, some of just you, all captioned things like, 'my love' and 'my number one always' and 'remembering the moment I fell for you' and it's unmistakable.
Becomes even more affectionate in the RAD hallways, snuggling up to you, sitting in your lap/having you sit in his during lunch.
SATAN
He frowns, putting his hand out for the paper. He glances over it, brow furrowing as he reads. "This is amateur writing. You deserve much better." He hands it back to you, walking past you quickly with a scowl on this face. He turns back halfway down the hall, "be ready at 6:30." You decide to leave him be.
First order of business, he writes you a beautiful letter. It's long winded, many poetry references, and references to stories you've read together. Even compares you to a cat, somehow. He does not give it to you yet.
He dresses nice for your date, electing to take you to dinner, and then a stroll through the royal gardens. As you approach the doors to the House of Lamentation, he turns to you, reaching in his pocket and pulling out a wax sealed letter, your name written neatly on the other side.
Sits a little closer to you at lunch time, and in the library. Hoping someones will see and rumors will spread.
BEELZEBUB
He doesn't read the letter. He's a little jealous, but he thinks reading it will upset him, so he stays away.
He makes the small effort to hold your hand more. He's not normally one for PDA, but for you, he can make a small exception. You can see how flushed his face is when you look up at him.
On game days, he lets you wear his jersey until he needs it. Might post a picture on his Devilgram of you in it. Captioned, '#1 fan'
After one of his games, he sees you talking to a lower demon, they seem to be standing awfully close. He sees them throw their arm around you, and so he calls for you, pretending he didn't see them. He waves at you, jogging over and cupping your face with his hands before placing his lips on yours.
BELPHEGOR
He's half asleep when you tell him. Isn't really bothered until you make the comment about competition. Now he's awake, and looking around like there's a present threat. Yanks the letter from you, holding it close to his face while he scowls. He scans the paper, before rolling his eyes and rolling back over onto his side, taking the letter with him.
Pretends he's not bothered. Asmo brings it up at the dinner table, Belphie calls it a "stupid letter" and crosses his arms, slouching.
Doesn't bring it up again, but you notice he's a little more cuddly in public than he was before. One day after class, he finds you in the library studying, he saunters over, kissing you brashly, tongue tracing the edge of your bottom lip,and loudly, before wiping his lip with his thumb, and sitting next to you, "what're you studying today, MC?"
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Groceries, Taxes, & Laundry (MSchmidt Fluff)
hey guys, it's me. i'm finally back. did y'all miss me? the writing of this is a lil diff, sooooo please enjoy and lmk what you think!
content: pure fluff yall.
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Grocery shopping with Mike Schmidt is⌠special, to say the least. He absolutely despises it. The dreaded time comes around at the end of every week, your vegetables in the fridge starting to wilt, the meat from the previous trip used up, and all of your snacks have been devoured from late night munchie runs to the pantry (xoxo i love gardening!!!). He knows it has to happen. He knows youâll wake him up early on Sunday morning like always, because apparently itâs âbetter to get it out of the way,â which he thinks is, well, to put it lightly, utter bullcrap.
Youâll drag him and Abby out to your local grocery store, her drowsy and jittery all at the same time with the promise of pancakes from a local diner after. Once you arrive, youâll pull out all of the far-too-expensive reusable bags out of the trunk of Mikeâs dingy car, ready to fill them with the necessities. Why get those for 3 bucks when you can get the plastic ones for free? Heâll never understand your logic, something about saving the environment, but itâs okay, he loves you enough not to complain, at least out loud.
The fluorescent lights of the room filled with half asleep employees hits Mikeâs eyes like heâs looking directly into the sun. He lets out a small grumbled sigh as he takes in the scent of sterile cleaning supplies and produce mixed in one, with the strange almost play doh like smell of the bakery. Your eyes cut over to him, eyebrows raised, Abbyâs hand in yours as she rubs her droopy eyes. Mike canât help but to crack a small smirk, his lips pursed together. âWhat?â heâll question innocently, letting out a small snicker as you go deeper into the dreary establishment.Â
At the produce aisle, Mike shivers a little as the water from the misting sprinkler on the shelves hits his bare skin. He shouldâve worn his jacket today, he usually does, and heâs regretting the one time he hasnât. Your eyes are glancing over carrots, broccoli, cucumbers, and squash, all that are somehow both too ripe and too.. What's the word... unripe? Sure, heâll go with that. His hand reaches out to grip yours in a gentle grasp as Abby points to a particularly fluffy bushel of broccoli. âI want that one! It looks like pretty trees,â she giggles out, finally starting to wake with the day. You let out a giggle of your own and Mike smiles because of how pretty your laugh is.
Next, youâre in the snack aisle, filling the cart with doritos, barbeque chips, pringles, salt and vinegar chips (mike gags when you eat them too close to him), peanut butter filled pretzels, whatever can go in Abbyâs lunch box and whatever is tastiest. Mike insists on buying the cheap queso, his nose scrunching up at the price of the name brand one. He knows it doesnât taste any different.
Now youâre looking at meats, finding chicken breasts and filets, steaks, pork, whatever was on your list from meal prepping. Yes, meal prepping, Mike did that now. Apparently stable people with stable lives who had stable relationships did that. Heâd grown fond of sitting over a recipe book with you on Saturday nights, really, shoulder to shoulder, pressed up on the couch well after Abby had gone to bed. Something about it felt safe, a kind of domestic feeling he wasnât used to.
Youâre basically done now, and he couldnât be more relieved as you make your way towards the dairy section. He grabs a few things, string cheese, yogurt, cream cheese, cheese slices for sandwiches for work. Oh, did he mention he works in construction now? Itâs stable, makes good money, and heâs home on time to see you, to be a husband-not-yet-husband (he plans to propose soon, but thatâs another story), a brother-more-like-a-father, a person with a regular schedule. He looks over at you, watching as you and Abby skim over the different selections of chocolate and strawberry milk, finally settling on a carton of strawberry. He once again scrunches his nose, smiling all at once. âNasty,â he mumbles out. Abby playfully hits his arm and you lean in for a kiss.
Finally, thank god, you push the cart towards the bakery section, grabbing bread and a sweet treat or two for the week. Cookies, a birthday cake for no particular reason, cheese danishes, whatever his little family was feeling for the week, thatâs what itâd be. This week, it was a huge box of chocolate chip cookies and some kind of cherry pastry heâd never had before. You three finally head to checkout, where everything is stuck in those stupid reusable bags and the price of everything you got feels obscenely huge for whatâs in your cart, but he pays it anyway. Walking to the car, in the trunk the groceries go as you all climb in one by one, ready to head for pancakes.
As he reverses the car out of his good (only because it was so goddamn early) parking spot, he canât help but sigh, this time with contentment as Abby rambles on about a new imaginary (hopefully) friend, your own grin wide as you ask questions, making sure she feels heard. âI love you guys, love doing things with you guys,â Mike mumbles out, reaching his hand over to your thigh as he glances back at Abby too. And it was true, heâd do anything with you two. Hell, if all his life consisted of grocery shopping, taxes, and laundry? Yeah, heâd be ok with that too.
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note: was being so delusional after mark came onto bubble & then did an instagram live to spend mark o'clock with us, and after declaring that he misses us and wants us to know AAAAAAKKK he's so crazy for that!!!! this man has me soooo delusional. so i thought of this little something because he looks so gorgeous today and i've been really busy these few weeks due to submissions~~ hope yall enjoy <3
(not proofread, i wrote this impulsively in less than an hour)
mark: are we still meeting to study at the cafe after your lecture tmr? y/n: yes! my lecture ends at 730~ mark: alright, iâll wait for you so we can walk to the cafe tgt? y/n: okayy sounds good
That was the texts you had with Mark last night. And as promised, once your lecture was done, Mark was already outside your lecture hall waiting for you.Â
To be very honest, the two of you havenât been friends for very long, having only met through a writing class last semester. But two weeks ago, you bumped into Mark at this newly opened 24-hour cafe just off campus.Â
Itâs crunch time now that finals are around the corner so the library is always packed. And the corner seat you love so much on the third floor is always occupied by this one freshman and his group of friends. So you were hoping this cafe was new and quiet enough to be your place to study for this time of the semester.Â
When you got there, you found Mark, nose deep in his lecture notes studying with his wired earphones plugged in. You decided to greet him merely out of being polite, since you havenât seen him around recently. But Mark seemed excited to see you and even invited you to study with him.
So here you two are again, routinely studying your Tuesday (and Friday) nights away together since that fateful day two weeks ago.Â
Well, at least Mark is studying.Â
To be fair, youâve always found Mark cute. Since he asked if he could share your table in class last semester, you took note of how attractive your classmate is. His round, starry eyes and high cheekbones. His sweet smile that appears oh, so often. Better yet, he has one of the cutest and most contagious laughters youâve ever heard. But you never took it as anything too serious. Mark has always been cute, but you didnât really know the guy outside of class.Â
These two weeks however, have made you acutely aware of how wonderful Mark really is as a person. He was diligent and intelligent, yet so humble about it all, refusing to slack just because heâs already getting good grades. Mark is attentive, if he notices you struggling, he takes the initiative to ask if you need help. And doesnât mock you or make you feel small for not understanding something.Â
Heâs also just really sweet. You firmly believe Mark could befriend anyone and everyone. Thereâs just something about him that makes those around him feel comfortable. Like, you donât have to put up a front when youâre with Mark because he wonât judge you. Instead he embraces all of you and is genuinely interested in everything you say, even if he has differing opinions.Â
Being around Mark is easy. And the longer you stare at him, the more you realise that Mark isnât just cute. Heâs gorgeous.Â
And you hate to admit it to yourself, but youâre definitely falling for Mark Lee.Â
âHello? Earth to y/nâŚ?âÂ
You can only bring yourself to blink back at Mark, whoâs waving his hand in front of your face. Have you been staring at him all this time?Â
âOh, Iâm sorry⌠were you saying something?âÂ
Mark chuckles, shaking his head. He looks down almost shyly, then lifts his head up to look at you again.Â
âYouâve just been staring at me for a while, I was starting to wonder if I had something on my face.â
You want the ground to swallow you up. To be honest, you have not been getting any revision done tonight because the only real studying youâve been doing is of Markâs pretty face. And itâs embarrassing because he caught you.Â
You canât help but feel the embarrassment creep up on you, feeling the blood rush to your head. You cover your face with your hands and all Mark does is let out a quiet laugh. He really isnât laughing at you though, he simply thinks youâre really endearing.
âSorry⌠I didnât mean to stare.â You pause, thinking of an excuse as you lift your head, âThe lecture really butchered my brain, I was just daydreaming for a bit.â
âItâs okay, you just seemed so happily deep in thought. It was kinda cute,â Mark says, so casually as he returns his attention back to his notes, you almost miss his subtle compliment at the end. Did he just call you cute? Â
He looks up at you again, smiling sweetly. âWe donât have to stay too late tonight if youâre tired.â
You shake your head, âItâs fine, Iâm good now.âÂ
You really are not, because your heart is thumping so loudly against your chest over a simple smile from Mark. And your mind doesnât focus on anything that isnât Mark. But if you pretend well enough, if you control your urge to just stare at Mark for way too long⌠maybe youâll get to spend a few more hours alone with Mark right here in this cosy, quiet cafe.
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bungo stray dogs dating headcanons
a/n: note this is for all dazai ranpo atsushi chuuya and akutagawa (in that order) simps <3 my bbys they're all short
warning: names called, kind of ooc(?)
gn!reader
dazai osamu
â§this guy is head over heels for you
â§literally
â§will protect you in anyway possible after losing odasaku (sobb)
â§let's say you're in the agency so he sees you like almost everyday
â§you're the motivation that makes him go to the agency??
â§asks you to do a double suicide with him when you least expect it
â§you say, "some time."
â§DAZAI POUTS SO HARD
â§you chuckle, and ruffle his hair.
â§suddenly. he sits on your lap leaning his head on your shoulder-
â§SLEEPS the day goes by so quickly, and soon, it's already time to get off work and go to dinner with him
â§so you wake him up, "'samu? you said you reserved a table at the restaurant nearby, right?"
â§he jolts up excitedly. "yeah, i did! we're leaving, kunikidaa~"
â§you wave to kunikida on the way out and head for the restaurant
â§yall have a great dinner <3 and head back to the dorm, whereas you and dazai share a dorm!!
â§you take a quick bath and so does dazaiii he is so unbelievably fast
â§he sleeps like a koala. you're his tree.
â§you sometimes almost suffocate and then you wake up and kinda move dazai away from you
â§he grabs tighter.
â§shit ya gonna die but...
"n/n... don't leave me...stay..."
edogawa ranpo
â§you accompany ranpo on any case possible, if kunikida lets you go with him.
â§often times he does, and you're grateful for that
â§though there was this one time that you couldnt accompany ranpo on his case because you had to go for an urgent mission kunikida assigned you
â§he ignored you for so long đ
â§"r-ranpo... i'm sorry, i had to attend the mission..."
â§he doesn't reply, unlike his usual self
â§you just hug him from behind and hand him a snack, a gesture saying that you're sorry
â§eventually he gives in and leans into your hug
â§you guys chill on the couch while eating popcorn
â§"y/n, y/n, do you wanna hear how the world's GREATEST detective solved today's case?" he asks you enthusiastically (is there a typo)
â§as a good partner, OFC you say yes then he rambles on and on while you eat popcorn and occasionally feed him some
â§you guys soon head to sleep
â§not after you guys take a warmmm bath together in your bathtub, though
â§as you tuck him in, you also give him a big kiss on his forehead, like you always do
â§and get in the bed yourself
"mm. much better. night night, sugar."
nakajima atsushi
â§this guy is so soft for you
â§protect him please and thank you
â§though ofc he wouldnt want you to face akutagawa by yourself
â§that's the only thing he wouldnt want you to protect him from
â§though, it would be nice if you protected him from kunikida's wrath of hell
â§he would come and find you to get to work, if you aren't already living together already
â§you guys walk hand-in-hand to the agency or if you live far, you guys meet up at the train station
â§he sits next to you or near to you in the office
â§kunikida's always complaining how he's always talking to you to his therapist (if he has one i feel like he needs one though)
â§is always paired with you on missions
â§"n/n! are you sure you're okay?" atsushi asks you worriedly.
â§"atsushi, i only bumped into a mannequin by accident-"
â§"are you sure??"
â§you OFTEN need to reassure him that you're fine and it was just a small scratch or something like that
â§he asks multiple times during the day and when you guys sleep he's just like searches for scratches that you're hiding not very obviously cuz he's worried
â§likes holding you when you sleep and you just lean into the crook of his neck like <333 you help him get rid of his nightmares
"good night, n/n... sleep well..."
nakahara chuuya
â§best fucking partner i swear
â§head over heels for you part 2
â§is kind of worried about protecting you if you get targeted by the public
â§only kind of though *wink wink*
â§his ability can protect you well and protect the city
â§if you ever get missions, asks you to send all the files to him just in case you go for more than a day and no one knows where you went
â§"baby, make sure to send me the files before you leave for the mission, alright?"
â§"mhm... i'll make sure to send it tonight, then. just in case i forget tomorrow morning."
â§you don't get lost too often though so he doesn't get to shine TwT
â§when you do though, chuuya gets very very worried and heads to the location to find you
â§always checks if you're okay, if you're heavily injured, fights the guys in like one minute and he's done and then carries you back to pm hq
â§if you're not as heavily injured but still injured (which is often the case if you're lost), still ends the guys in one minute and gets a bandage out of nowhere
â§when he gets home with injuries
â§you get to place kisses on them no matter where they are what they look like
â§sleep with you asking you if you want the big spoon or small spoon
â§you often choose the small spoon
â§rare occasions are that chuuya is heavily injured
â§you and chuuya sleep peacefully <3
"good night, doll. sweet dreams."
akutagawa ryuunosuke
â§akutagawa is clueless about almost everything in a relationship
â§except for that you share affection, i guess??
â§you're always paired with him in missions
â§if you're not akutagawa demands a refund from mori lmao
â§he has gin teach him on the basics of relationships, like what you should do while sharing affection and stuff
â§when you're hurt in a mission he picks you up with rashomon no matter what or how bad your injuries are/injury is, he doesnt care and you need care immediately
â§after picking you up kills the bad guys like "RASHOMON!" that kills them "HOW DARE YOU HURT Y/N?!"
â§"ryuunosuke?? it's only a scratch??" you looked confused to him.
â§"any wound is a fatal wound for you. you don't have an ability, y/n." he states bluntly.
â§you would just kind of bonk his head (so cute omg) and then be like "hmph"
â§he prepares an actual bath for you with bath bubbles and all
â§refuses to join you though he's not used to being completely uncovered in front of someone, even his family/lover
â§after a lot a bit of convincing, you manage to get him in the bath tub with you, relaxing
â§you guys finish bathing with some relaxing in each other's arms
â§he sleeps with a shirt on def but with like boxers on only though
â§he feels better with the shirt cuz rashomon
â§he cuddles you like he's protecting you and stuff
"i love you, y/n. always know that. good night."
a/n: also hoped you liked this! you're always free to request, as long as its in my abilities and i have the time.
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If youâre still doing Buggy headcanons: Sooo I always actually thought big noses on people are INCREDIBLY attractive. Give me men with noses that look just a bit too beaten up, women with noses that are big and wide, give me Roman noses and hawk noses and any unconventionally attractive nose and I am SWOONING.
⌠I feel the prompt almost writes itself at this point, what would Buggy think of someone who sees his funny looking nose not as a flaw but a mayor charm point and just constantly gives it kisses, traces it affectionately, boops it or comments (in all honesty and absolutely genuinely) how handsome and distinguished it makes him look, how it really suits him etc?
Wanna read about that man bluescreening because he hasnât even treathened them yet to not make fun of his nose and they are already at the âflattering him to save themselfâ stage? What do you MEAN youâre not saying that to safe yourself?!
This fucking anon/ask made me giggle so much, I literally showed it to my friends. I hope I did you and the prompt justice!
Enter the moment in Annie where Ms. Hannigan sees Warbucksâ diamond and goes âOh my god, is that thing real?!â in shock but also delight. Me at that dudeâs honker. (I want to be put on his nose like he has gangrene and Iâm a leech who sucks on it to get the blood flow going) Also enter the Doja Cat quote of liking big noses.
- At first, dude is fucking weirded out. People have made comments and jokes about this stupid little red thing on his face and you⌠you think itâs attractive??? Huh.
- Definitely thinks youâre lying at first (and for the next few months), youâre literally the only person who is able to shut him up.
- Curtain drops, spot light is on, the blue haired clown walks in. Blabbering on about how his entrance should be more enthusiastic, but you got your eyes on your own prize, bright big red nostrils. If he wants an entrance, youâll give him one by starting to clap loudly, getting so giddy that you start slightly hopping.
- âOh my goodness, that is just.â Loss for words. âAre you making fun of me?â He approaches you, you hear him but his words donât really seep into your brain at the moment. âItâs gorgeous, literally the most beautiful thing Iâve ever seen.â Your eyes are locked with his eyes and before he can even reply you reach up to brush your fingertip against his nose.
- Wants you dead first, no one has gotten close to touching it in years. And you, a low life nobody insults him like that. You get strung up immediately, your arm stretched so your fingers are out.
- âFor that little ploy, Iâll take your fingers first and then your life.â Yes youâre scared but really could you regret it? This was the pirateâs life. âOh, darn. Well, Iâll at least die happily. My eyes set on the most lovely nose Iâve seen in my years of life.â
- Thinks youâre still making fun of him until a few compliments later it clicks in his head that you mean it, with no hint of sarcasm or mockery. He lets you down, immediately ordering his crew to take care of the others you came with while he returns (runs) to his quarters. Heâs a little intrigued by you, willing to die for a graze of his face. He keeps you as well, not that youâre upset by it.
- Crew thinks youâre hilarious, stopping a task to gaze longingly at the captain until either he realizes in which he shoos you back to work or he walks away. You boost his ego a ton though.
- From a distance he can ignore the thoughts he knows youâre thinking but up close, when theyâre said in front of the crew, other pirates, hostages. Heâs been known to cover your mouth with something so he doesnât freeze up. When yall get together though, its game over.
- The first time you licked it, he almost saw some form of god. The angel's chorus was in his ears and he couldnât help but say a little prayer in his head about you.
- Kissing it at least 3 times a day for good luck, rubbing up and down the bridge to soothe him to sleep, nipping at it when you feel playful. Not to mention he now has your voice in his head if he ever insults it going: âThatâs not true! It is like one of the top 3 of the things I love about you and if you are mean to it again then Iâm gonna cut it off and keep it all day!â
- Laying in his bed just watching him go about the day when you drop a âIf my memory was wiped tomorrow I hope Iâd get to keep at least the picture of your nose in my head.â before just turning over and going to rest. You hear him physically stop in his tracks and then a thud, he had let go of a boot.
- He doesnât ever want to ask for praise about his nose on the days where he feels more insecure but you can tell by the way he rubs it on your collarbone and shoulder. You immediately pull out the good old âHave I told you how dashing attractive your nose is today? I seriously would just hop on and ri-â he doesnât let you finish the sentence, cutting you off with a kiss knowing where itâs going.
- If anyone comments on his nose, you are the first to bite back. Threatening to cut out their tongue and string it up for future people to understand their place. Then squish Buggy while speaking highly of his stunning feature and how lucky they are to see it in the first place.
- Youâre kinda crazy but hey, so is Buggy and he loves that youâre insane about him and his nose.
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"And there you were..."
Author's note: WITERLLY WHAT THE HECK GUYS!!! You have made my heart so full! Almost 100 notes in under 24 hoursđâ¤ď¸ yall gon make me cry! I am truly and utterly grateful that y'all are liking it so far! I'm a little insecure with my writing, but it's only because i'm so new. I am open to any kind of advice you can give me or constructive criticism that will help make this fic better for you readers. With practice comes improvement!! Also, look i'm evolving with my tumbler knowledge and added dividers, a tag list, and a masterlist that i hope works! Look at me gođ𤧠ANYWHOOOO... are y'all ready for this one?? I fully planned on posting this next week but i'm too freaking excited! Eheheheh writing this had me giggling and kicking my feet! Enjoy my loves<3
Summary: You and Lucien decided to leave Rita's after discovering your mates kissing each other. With no reason to stay, Lucien offers you the comfort of his home and a glass of your favorite wine to help decompress the stress of both your mates. How could you say no?
This is for all my Lucien girliesâ¤ď¸
Warnings: usage of profanity, sexual tension growing between Lucien and y/n, some fluff bc why not, sharing a bed, potential grammar and spelling issues
Word Count: around 3,350
Chapter 2: "Scream my name..."
As you and Lucien walked out of Ritaâs, neither of you had noticed two pairs of eyes lingering watching you both leave after they heard Rhysâ commotion questioning Mor into oblivion about what the hell was going on. Mor had almost smirked at the fact that all it took was for you and Lucien to leave together to make Az and Elain both glance at yâalls receding figures. If it weren't for Rhysand in her face, she well would have. Even as Rhys is trying to get her to talk, she could not wait to tell you the plan had worked! Even if it was just a glance, it was still something! Small progress is still progress, right? Oh, she wishes she could have Feyre paint their reactions to you two leaving because it was priceless. Maybe Mor would and give it to you for solstice? But for now, she has a very upset cousin to deal with.
You and Lucien stopped at a local market to grab snacks and your favorite wine for your impromptu evening at his apartment. As you walk out of the market towards his place, Lucien canât help but to ask about Azriel.Â
âSo... The shadowsinger is your mate huh?â Lucien asks while tucking his hands in his front pockets glancing to your face as he asked you his question.Â
âYeah... When I first met Az, it was when Rhys had offered me a room to stay in for a night. Rhys and I had quite literally run into each other a moment prior. I was traveling through the night court and was so distracted by the beauty that I ended up running right into Rhysand. I had knocked his freshly bought paint that he was planning to give Feyre all over us. I felt so bad that I kept offering to pay him for the cost of the paint along with his clothes, but he kindly refused. I had no mental shields back then, so he easily saw I was a nomadic traveler that had no place to stay or wash up. He offered me a room in his home for a night and a training over mental shields as payment, and I kindly accepted. I hadn't had a nice place to stay in such a long time. But, little did I know it would not be my peace and that my mate lived in the home I was about to stay at.â you said as you walked in tandem with Lucien down the streets towards his apartment. Â
âAlways so generous that high lord. And, I assume you know who my mate is then?â Â
âThat he is. And yes, I do. If you donât mind me asking, why doesnât she want the bond?âÂ
âThe same reason your mate doesnât see yours... Sheâs too busy being enamored by him to try and pursue or explore things with me.â He finds a rock on the pavement to kick along as you two walk. Lucien kicks it towards you.Â
âAt least she knows youâre her mate.â you shrug, kick the rock back, and Lucien chuckles.Â
âYou have a point, and Azriel would know if you would just tell him.âÂ
âYeah, but would it change anything between us? Probably not. It would most likely end up like you and Elain if I told him...â Lucien stops and goes silent for a moment. âNo offense of course!âÂ
âNone taken. How did we even end up in this mess? You and I both having mates who do not reciprocate any kind of feelings toward us because they like each other is almost ironic.â He laughs at this situation you are both in.Â
âYou know now that you're saying it out loud, it is quite ridiculous.â You giggle. For a moment you had completely forgotten about Azriel and Elain. Lucien once again, being so alluring that you forgotten what you had just seen at Ritaâs. Â
Lucien glances at you and finally takes in your appearance. Your cheeks start to turn rosy at the sight of his eyes trailing over your body. Your dress still leaving little imagination for Lucien. Your body grows hot from the sudden attention.Â
âHeâs absolutely dumb as rocks for not looking at you tonight, because you look ravishing.â and gives you a playful wink.Â
âLucien you're just saying that to make me feel better.âÂ
âY/n I kid you not, I truly mean it. You are one of the most beautiful females I have ever seen!âÂ
âThank you Lucien, that means so much more to me than you will ever know,â as you look into his eyes and smile at him. He stares at you, smiles and dips his head to say you're welcome before continuing.Â
âAlmost there, it is right around this corner.âÂ
âPerfect, because I am freezing and in dire of more alcohol. I am too sober for all this emotional shit,â you say as Lucien laughs at your comment and you both turn the corner.Â
âAnd we're here! Home sweet home!âÂ
You walk into his apartment and your senses are engulfed by the smell of cinnamon sticks, crisp apples, cedarwood, and roasted chestnuts. It felt like home. Everything in his apartment felt so warm and welcoming. You sat down the groceries you had gotten on the center table near the living room couch, and slowly took in his dĂŠcor. You were surprised everything looked so coordinated. His apartment was filled with warm colors like reds, oranges, and yellows. It reminded you of your brief stay in the autumn court. You wondered if thatâs why Lucien decorated it this way. Maybe he had found a sense of belonging in those colors. While you were taking in his apartment, you hadnât noticed him grabbing you a change of clothes to wear along with a warm woolly blanket. Â
âHere, these are for you to change into, and this is for you when you get cold later because I know you,â Lucien handed you the clothes and sat the blanket down on the couch. âThe bathroom is through the hall on your left! Let me know if you need anything.âÂ
âOkay, thank you!âÂ
You started walking to the bathroom, the floor creaking beneath your feet as you opened the door. You stepped inside and quietly shut the door. You could hear Lucien in the kitchen popping the bottle of wine and pouring you both glasses, but what you forgot to realize is how you were going to take this dress off. After Morâs last minute dress change, you had to call Nuala and Cerridwen to help you into it. You had not thought about how you were going to get it off. You slightly began to panic. âItâs okay... you can do this. Itâs just a dress, can't be that hard right?â You tried to maneuver your arms into reaching the back of your dress but to no avail, Mor had to pick the most complicated thing you have ever seen. She was right though, this dress did look hot as fuck on you. You struggled a few times more before huffing and giving up. So, you had to do what you had to do... Â
âLUCIEN, I NEED HELP!â You could practically hear him sprinting down the hall to get to you in the bathroom. Without thinking he pushes the door wide open.Â
âWHAT IS IT? Are you alright?â His face scans you for any kind of injuries but finds none. The only thing he finds is you still in that damn dress that drove him crazy. âWhy are you not in the clothes I gave you?âÂ
âFirst of all, I could have been indecent. Didnât your mother ever teach you to knock! Secondly, you see, as a male you would not understand this predicament, but I cannot get my dress off by myself. I need help unfortunately... I swear this is all Morâs fault!âÂ
Cauldron boil him... âSo, you mean to tell me, you screamed my name to help you with your dress because you cannot do it yourself?âÂ
âYes...â you can hear Lucien sigh.Â
âThere are much better ways to scream my name y/n and you know that but for the sake that you are quite literally stuck in that dress, Iâll help you. Turn around.â Your face turns hot at his comment, and you swat at his arm.Â
âLUCIEN! This is not funny!â he can't help but chuckle at your flustered state.Â
âOkay, okay, you being stuck in a dress is not funny. Got it! Now stop being stubborn and turn around so I can help.âÂ
âNo, wait! You have to close your eyes!âÂ
âY/n, how am I supposed to help you with your dress if I cannot see? Besides you act like I haven't seen you naked.â Again, your face betrays you as your cheeks turn bright red at the thought. You huff.Â
âFine, okay you can keep your eyes open but no funny business Mr. Vanserra. I am watching you!â Lucien chuckles at how flustered he had made you and he is living for it. Â
You slowly turn your back to him and lock eyes with him through the bathroom mirror. Lucien takes the back of his knuckles and traces them delicately down the skin of your spine, almost like if you were made of glass and that you'd break at the slightest touch. His hand radiates so much warmth you must stop yourself from letting out a couple of sighs. The entire time he does this his eyes do not leave from yours through the mirror. His hand finally reaches the back of your dress, and he looks away to start undoing the claps. Thank the mother because his stare was driving you crazy. Each clasp he undoes, he makes sure to take his sweet time on. He doesn't miss the way your skin crawls with goosebumps at the slightest touch of his hands against your back. Gods, you had missed his fiery touch. It had felt like forever since he last touched you.
You slowly felt the dress getting heavier with each clasp undone. You could tell Lucien was near the end when your dress had almost slipped off your chest threatening to expose your naked breasts to him. Luckily, Lucien was too preoccupied to have noticed you trying to regather it back up for coverage. You couldnât help but to selfishly think about turning around to look at him as your dress falls to the floor. Heat slowly began to warm your lower abdomen. You had to clench your thighs together in hope of Lucien not catching your growing scent of arousal. What would Lucien do to you if you did that? Would he pin you against the sink and truly make you scream his name? Gods you wished. Just then you caught a whiff of your scent. Damn your mind and body for betraying you! You were so worried about Lucien this whole time, when you should've been worrying about yourself. However, you decide that this is probably not the time to be thinking about such lewd things after what happened with Az.
As he was on the last clasp, Lucien couldnât help catching your lingering scent in the air. You were going to be the death of him. He kisses the newly exposed skin of your back as his scent starts to slightly change and mix in with yours. Your head fell back as your eyes closed in anticipation. His eyes had wandered back to the mirror to see your eyes shut reeling in his touch as he peppered kisses up and down your spine. He marveled at this moment for a brief second before unclasping the last clasp of your dress. Your eyes met his as the last clasp was undone, and you let your dress pool to the floor as a test of restraint. For you or him, you didnât know which. He held you gaze for a moment, never looking away from your eyes, before ghosting his lips on the nape of your neck.Â
âAll done...â he whispered as he slowly turned around, shut the door, and walked away back to the kitchen. Cruel wicked male.
You let out a breath you didnât know you were holding and tried to recompose yourself. Gods would drinking more wine be safe anymore after what just happened? You sighed and you picked your dress up off the floor and folded it as nicely as you could. You grabbed the clothes Lucien had given you to change into and started putting them on. Immediately you are swallowed by the musk of Lucien's clothes. It is almost overwhelming if it werenât for the fact that you loved the smell of the autumn court male.
You laughed at yourself in the mirror as you looked and saw his t hanging so loose on you, it was practically a dress. But let's be honest, you loved it. You slowly opened the bathroom door and made your way out with your former dress folded nicely in your hands. You sat your dress down on the table and turned towards Lucien with a smile.Â
âSo... how do I look?â and give him a twirl. Lucien looks at you and smiles. Gods, you looked even better in his clothes than in that dress but he wasnât about to give in that easily.Â
âLike a little boy.â Lucien said with a playful gleam in his eyes.Â
âYOU TAKE THAT BACK RIGHT NOW!â as you shake a finger at his face. He laughs.Â
âFine... You look like a very cute little boy!â he says grinning from ear to ear loving the effects his teasing was having on you tonight. You instead stick out your tongue and give him that all too well known finger gesture. He is practically hurled over in laughter, but you just huff and plop yourself on his couch. Â
âBe useful and get this âcute little boyâ more wine! I'm definitely too sober now.â He laughs again and it warms your chest. You cant help but to grin back.
âAre you sure you can drink wine? You look a little young to be drinking such adult drinksâ as he grabs the wine glasses along with the bottle for refills later. Â
âLUCIEN, I WILL STRANGLE YOU IF I HEAR ONE MORE LITTLE BOY JOKE!âÂ
âOkay, okay. Hereâs your wine doll.â He hands you your glass with a smile, âYou actually look even more beautiful now that youâre in my clothes.â As he sends you a wink before sipping some of his wine.Â
âThank you...â you smile as you take a sip from your own glass.Â
âSo, other than your mate being an enigma to you, what else has happened since I saw you last?â you both get comfy on the couch and sip on your wine.Â
You had failed to realize how long you and Lucien were apart. You told him about your travels through all the different courts, and he told you about his part in the war along with how he became a part of the night court. You both sat there and exchanged every story you could possibly think of, trying to catch up on every moment you missed together. Soon the stories turn into giggling. Neither of you could hold it together as one of you would say something slurred and the other could cry out in laughter. It was the wine-speaking now, but neither of you had minded. You both had forgotten what it was like to be in each other's presence. It was nice to rekindle old flames with your friend, but you had to be careful. Recatching old feelings would not be good for you with this whole Azriel situation. You looked out the corner of your eye to see Lucien trying to fight off a yawn. Â
âOh, don't tell me my lil fox boy has grown tired of me?â as you slightly pinch his cheeks. He grins as he sees you also fighting off your own tiredness.Â
âMmmm seems like my yawns are contagious then, because I couldâve sworn I saw you do one just now.â he raises an eyebrow at you.Â
âOkay, maybe I did. All this catching up and wine drinking has made me sleepy.â You decide to grab the blanket Lucien sat on the couch for you earlier this evening. Â
âI donât blame you... Now if you excuse me, I am going to go change into something more comfortable, these clothes are killing me, and then we will call it a night.â he says as he sticks a finger in his collared shirt to loosen the neck and walks off still in the clothes he wore at Ritaâs. You chuckle at his figure walking down the hallway to what you would assume to be his room. You donât know how long he was in there, but you couldnât wait any longer. Your eyes were too heavy, and you were too drunk to stop your movements down the hallway towards where Lucien disappeared. You find the door he dipped into and see it is cracked a smidge. You decide to knock, unlike Lucien earlier. Â
âHey Lu? Can I come in?â No answer. âLucien Iâm really tired and I donât know where you want me to sleep...â you slowly push the door open but put too much weight on it and tumble forward into his room. Unlike your knocking, Lucien heard you tumble and was at your side to catch you in a heartbeat. You let out a laugh. âOh, I'm too drunk for this shit... I'm sorry, I only came here too-â you look up to see him in gray sweat pants, hair loose, and no shirt. Mother blessed this man too much! Oh fuck. Get me out of here. Â
âY/n, you were saying something?â He looks down at you with mischief in his eyes knowing you couldnât keep yours off his bare chest and gray sweatpants. Your eyes blink rapidly, and you shake your head trying to get that image out your mind but its seared its way in.
âOh yes. I was just- um, why did I- OH! Where do you want me to sleep? Iâm like minutes away from passing out on the damn floor!â Lucien laughs.Â
âYou can sleep in here, and I can stay on the couch for tonight. Is that alright?âÂ
âThis is your bed and home Lucien. I can't let you sleep on the couch as I take your bed... it just feels wrong. I'll take the couch and you can keep your bed for tonight.â you say as you turn around to head back into the living room before you feel Lucien's hand around your waist stopping you. Â
âY/n I swear to the mother, do not be stubborn and take the damn bed please. Itâs too late for this, I promise you itâs okay! I insist.âÂ
âI guess old habits never die. Always trying to get me in your bed Lu.â you smirk as you crawl in and wrap up in his silk auburn sheets. You thought his house and clothes smelled nice, but his sheets, his sheets were heavenly. You almost fell asleep then and there because it was so calming. Lucien walks over to you and kisses you on the forehead.Â
âGoodnight doll, I am truly sorry for your mates behavior tonight. Sleep well...â He turns around, turns out the lights, and is about to walk out the door but hesitates as he hears you say--Â
âLucien wait-âÂ
âYes?âÂ
âWeâre both adults here, right?â Â
âWell one of us looks like a little boy, but yes. Why?â Lucien replied. You rolled your eyes at his playful remark from earlier.Â
âAdults can share a bed, and nothing has to happen.âÂ
âY/n are you saying you want me to sleep next to you?âÂ
âYes, I am. I donât want to sleep alone tonight.â you sigh.Â
âAlways so persuasive... scoot over.â You open the sheets and scoot over in the bed to make room for Lucien. You feel the bed dip down as he crawls in. You both lay there for a moment reeling in that you two are sharing a bed again. The only difference is now the lingering heartbreak you both feel from your mates. You turn around to face Lucien and ask-Â
âCan I lay on your chest?â He doesnât verbally respond but wraps his hands around your waist and softly pulls you closer to him. You lay your head on his chest, listening to his heart beat, and look up at his face. You tuck a couple of stray hairs that had fallen in his face and tuck them behind his ears and say, âThank you for tonight, Lucien. Elain is so lucky to have you, she just doesnât know it yet.âÂ
âThank you doll, neither does Azriel. Now let's get some much needed rest. Goodnight,â said Lucien.Â
âGoodnight Lu,â as you rest your hand on his bare chest next to your head and you feel Lucien's arms tighten around you. You can't help but to feel so at peace in his presence, and neither can he, as you both fell asleep holding each other all night. Â
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Sheepherder Simon
TW: mentions of guns and cussing It was something strange, something interesting to look at when you went outside of your house, following along the riverside to make your way around the small farm that was slowly loosing life.
A man, a giant man to be exact, seeming to be huddled into the herd of sheep you have, the big momma of the group licking his leg in comfort while patiently waiting to see any reaction from the man.
Dropping your bucket of hay you collected you start running inside back towards your house, your no idiot to a situation like this. A man stumbling upon your farm, pretending to be injured just to strike when you let your guard down. Feeling the air between your feet and reaching your hands out to touch the door, you make your way towards the kitchen to grab the shotgun you have below the kitchen cabinet.
Grabbing two shells and shoving them into the barrel you start to pace your breathing as you walk back outside, eyes set on the man that's still laying in the same spot. Letting out a loud whistle and walking through the few sheep you have you point the barrel of the gun towards the man, kicking his leg to wake him up.
"Who the hell are you?" you said loudly, startling some of the sheep.
The man starts to sture a little bit, opening his eyes and moving his hands in front of his face, blinking multiple times and taking small, hard breaths.
"I'm Simon"
"Simon?" you say lightly, kneeling down a little bit to get a better look at him. "Well Simon, I hope that you can see this gun I have in my hand and the fact that your on my goddamn land." You watch as he looks around, setting his eyes upon the sheep that have wondered around yall.
"This is your land?" He states out loud, letting a painful groan follow after.
"Yes, it is mine and you need to leave. I have helped men that have come along in a similar state like you but I shall not do it again, you need to leave."
Simon starts to allow his eyes to wonder, starting from the lack of shoes on your feet to the worried look on your face, as you try to hold yourself together. "Look I don't mean no harm, I was hurt, my leg has been twisted a bit and it's bleeding. If you give me some tools i can help myself up and leave as you wish."
Taking a step back and contemplating on what you do, you do try to get a better look at his leg, you do start to feel a little bad reckon that you did just kick the crap out of the leg that seems to be a bit twisted. "What happened to your leg" you ask him.
"I was running after one of my sheep, I have my own farm a good bit back from yours, though I don't think I have ever seen you before" He states as he raises his eyebrow a bit. "There was some wolves that came around, and I was trying to get my sheep back into there shed when one ran off and I followed, and well here I am."
You watch as he points at you, feeling your eyebrows come together in confusion. "Look behind you" he says. You turn your head slowly and sure enough there is a a sheep, a sheep you don't really recognize. "Simon I have random sheep come onto my land every so often, it's not something that is new, so I need you to really start telling me the truth."
Simon tries to sit up a bit, wincing in pain and leaning back a on his arms when he lets out a long, loud whistle, one very similar to the one you had let out not to long ago. As you stand there above him, you watch as the sheep starts walking towards him, slowly at first but then start to run at a slow pace. "Tots" he says very low. "Her name is Tots and she is my dumbest sheep out of all of them" He starts to pet her head while looking back at you.
"I am not gonna beg you not to shoot me, if that's what you feel like doing then go ahead, but at least if I die here you might as well take care of Tots out of your guilty conscious"
You start to lower your gun and let the barrel set close to your foot. "Let me see what I can find for you, just wait here". As you start to make your way back to your house you start to wonder if this is a good decision, you've helped a man out like this before and where did it leave you?
Alone and nowhere to go.
Gathering what you can and making sure to grab a small bucket of water, you make your way back towards Simon, taking in the scenery of him and the sheep, almost back in the huddle that they where in when you found him. "I have some water, bandages, and a single bandied i found in my kitchen" Simon lets out a small chuckle and grabs what you have " oh yes, a bandied is exactly what I need".
You see him eye you as you start to frown "Well I do have crutches but frankly there in the attic and I can't reach the string to pull the latter down." "You look tall enough to reach an attic string if I say so myself" he lets out while trying to roll up his pant leg. "Well I can't, so unless you can go in there yourself to grab them I don't think your getting them" He looks at you and gives a small nod.
"Can you help me up?, I know I'm a big man but I promise I won't do anything, help me up and ill grab the string to the attic for the crutches and stitch myself up."
Walking a bit closer to him and debating on wither you really should, you decide to because you do know that you have more of a advantage if he does decide to do anything. Helping him stand up and trying not to fall when he applied most of his weight on you "What's your name?" he says as he turns his head to look at you.
"Y/n" you say out loud. You see him smile a bit and nod his head "Y/n, that's a nice one, really pretty". You turn your head to glare at him as your almost to the front of your house, "Don't think flattery will get you anywhere, i am simply helping then you will be on your way, the same for Tots."
He nods his head in agreement. "As you have said, that is what I shall do." While making your way through the front door and making a turn into the small hallway where your stairs are, he pulls on the string and brings down the latter for it. You help walk him back into your living room to sit down on the couch, to make your way up the attic stairs. You hated going up here, the pile of boxes of someone you loved stacked away being unused and forgotten.
Coming out of the attic and walking back towards the living room you take a stop to really look at Simon. You can't really help but admire how he is really built like a farmer, His muscles tight through his flannel and the scares that ran across his face, let alone the nice tan he has going on, he is a beautiful man to look at.
You watch as he struggles to finish getting his pant leg up past his knee, you walk towards him and bend down to help. " I know how to sew and what not, I use to help my late husband when he would get hurt tending to the animals." You look up to see his eyes widen a bit.
"Husband" Simon says, not really surprised but having a undertone to it. "Well that was before he past, those are his crutches there so please take care of them."
Simon nods his head in acknowledgment while his lips tighten in a line "I understand". He watches as you start to dab the rag in water and onto his wound, taking deep breathes when you start to actually stitch it up. "Thank you y/n, I really do appreciate this."
Giving him a small smile and making sure to clean up the mess, you start to walk away when you feel him grab your arm, very gentle and as soft as he can manage.
"Let me stay the night y/n, I know it is a lot to ask but I can hardly walk and I'm tired, in return I'll help you with your farm the best I can while taking care of mine."
You can feel the tears start to swell and your heart beating heard against your chest. It has been years sense you've last had any man come anywhere near you like this, and even offer to help you. you can't help but feel a bit ashamed. You're a widow, left alone in this house to rot and die, and it is something you have come to accept a long time ago, but here, right now, you can make a decision just like you did years ago when your late husband sat in that same chair, in this same situation.
"Okay" you say to him. "You can help"
So this story if intended to be sort of a slow burn and i will definitely add a second chapter whenever I am able to. but intel then I hope you enjoy reading my story!!!
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Miles quaritch , Lyle Wainfleet and Tsu'tey kinks
Two kinks listed per character
HAPPY VALENTINES DAY
A little present for my friends @tarrynightss @villiansimpqueen @drinking-tea-and-be-obsessed @nin3kyuu @milknhonies @xandy-toady
this kind of happened lol so i hope you enjoy. This is also a gift to al my followers!and feedback is much appreciated!! i would love to see yall in my ask box. Weather it just be requests or just comments and such in general!
BREEDING KINK
-you can't tell me this man doesn't have a breeding kink, you just can't. This man thoroughly enjoys seeing seeing his so fucked out and breed.
he loves the thought of filling you with his seed, staying seated within you just to ensure none of it leaks out. Pressing kisses to his mates temple while speaking words of praise. Telling them how good they did for him.
Other times he enjoys pushing his cum back into his mates dripping cunt with his fingers. On top of that it means he can try and coax another orgasm out of them. Watching his SO beg for another release by his hands really just builds his ego.
Cock warming is another kink of his however he enjoys using it as another way to try and ensure yet again that nothing is to leak from his lovers body. SCENTING
he will not let his SO leave the room without smelling like him. He wants everyone to know who they belong to, who they were with when they weren't in others presence.
he doesn't want anyone getting any ideas of claiming his SO as there or even just getting to close. If they smell like him others will know not to fuck around.
When his mate where to shower wearing his shirt after would suffice for a little while. It still ensured his smell lingered on them, subtle or not his mate wearing his clothes gets something stirring in him.
in the more dirty side of things not only dose he enjoy the breeding side of sex with his mate but also being able to smear his cum along his mates belly. Anything thatâs leaked out the man uses it in order to spread his scent along their stomach. Even when cleaned up that scent lingers for quite some time at least for him and the other recoms.
SIZE KINK
Lyle has a massive size kink, his mate is smaller than him no doubt. Heâs protective of them to, refuses to let any harm come to them in any way shape or form.
He loves being able to encompass his mate with his body, caging them in between his arms as he slowly thrusts his hips into their body. Dipping his head into the crook of their neck. The man can't help but groan into their ear. Ensuring they knew just how good they were for him. " Youre doing so good for me baby, taking me so well. " "Look how well you stretch for me, so beautiful.. "
stomach bulge, lyle goes feral being able to see his own dick bulge within his lover. The man might even go so far as to press down on his mates stomach in order to draw out moans form and pleasured whimpers from them. Only he can draw this sort of thing from his mate and it makes him go absolutely nuts.
Lyles hand encompasses his mates there's no doubt about that. Not only dose he enjoy comparing that difference he also enjoys teasing his SO with his fingers. Using it as a means to prepare his mate for him. However not before he draws out an orgasm or two from his lover as he simply enjoys watching them squirm below him. He is such a tease and he knows it, it fills him with pride knowing only he can do this to his SO.
SHOWER SEX/BATHTUB SEX
He loves how intimate these times with his mate can be. How close it brings him and his mate together. For him it not just about the sex. He wants to show his SO just how attentive and caring he can be towards them. He basically just wants to worship them. Outside of the shower he may be a little rough so he makes up for it here.
Lyle loves getting down on his knees before his mate, pleasing them is something he gets off on. What better way to do that than in the shower with them. One of their legs over his shoulder, his mates hands at the back of his head trying to pull him in closer between their legs. Sometimes letting out a soft hum as the water cascades over the both of them. This man loves it when his mate can't control the little bucks of their hips over his tounge.
Lyle for sure has a non-slip shower mat in the bottom of the tub, he wants to ensure that while they're having fun the love of his life is not in danger of slipping and falling on his watch. Despite it being there he's still careful, ensuring that he has some sort of hold on them or at the very least in arm's length so he can keep them from crumpling to the ground. Like when he's entirely over worked their body and their legs become like jelly after a session.
while shower sex is fun sometimes, he likes to fill the tub with water and just thoroughly enjoy a bath with them. That being said it doesn't always last as long as the both of them would like as ninety percent of the time it ends up with his mate straddling his hips as they ride him. Water threatening to tip over the edge of the tub and onto the floor.
OUTDOOR SEX
Hes not one for public sex but there is no stopping him from leading you out into the forest of pandora and having his way with his mate on a bed of moss. Something the two of you(his mate ) have previously discussed and really quite enjoyed the thought of being away from everyone in order to just thoroughly enjoy the company of just his mate with no interruptions.
Tsu'tey loves to pin his mates hands either above their head or on either side of them pressed into the soft plush ground beneath them. Rutting his hips into his mate just thoroughly lost in the throws of pleasure. No one can bother them here, no one can ask him about training or ask that he help the other warriors in something. Its just him and his mate with no distractions. Hes fully able to focus on nothing else but his lover and he quite enjoys that very much.
He also likes the fact that in the forest there really is no limitations of where he can have his mate. Hes practically had sex just about anywhere with them. Up against the tree, in the river where the water isn't running so fast. The sky's the limit really. No really the sky is a limit, he won't put his mate in danger by doing something so foolish as to having sex up in the air or on his Ikran. It's not something he's comfortable with and probably never will be.
He especially likes to go out towards eclipse, when the only light left out there is the bioluminescence of the forest. The low light of the plants around him and his mate is something he enjoys because it brings him into a focus. Its like a tunnel vision, he is at utter peace listening to his mate moan and cry out below him. Its all for him as well and he wouldn't have it any other way. Often times(you ) his mate will hear words of praise as he thrusts into them. Complimenting them on how well they're taking him. How beautiful they look below him. Oh how he wishes moments like these will never end.
ORGASM CONTROL/EDGING
Tsu'tey from time to time enjoys bringing his mate to the very edge of bliss and taking it away right at the last second. Seeing his lover cry out for him in frustration and need just really gets him going he can't help it. To have someone fully reliant on him in order to achieve an orgasm makes him feel wanted, needed even.
He loves to lay his mate over his legs so he can sit up and work his fingers along their body. Pressing his fingers into their wet heat an thrusting slowly at first before increasing his pace in order to start a steady rhythm. Curling his fingers in order to draw out all those pretty moans he loves so much. Stopping and starting over and over and over again, drawing them to the brink of release only for it to fall away from them like a ton of bricks. Only to be met with the sound of this man is fully amused chuckle.
If he's fully sheathed within his mate he preferers to take them from behind when trying to take control of exactly when he wants to allow his mate that state of exstacy. Threading his arm along the front of his lover, sliding slowly down their belly and to their clit. Massaging their clit as he thrusts himself upwards into their body. His other arm hooked around his SOs elbows in order to draw them back perfectly against him.
Once he dose allow his mate that sweet release of their orgasm Tsu'tey enjoys watching them come undone. Watching as their body shakes before him. The entire time he cradles them close, brushing their hair away from their face and carding through the strands as he speaks to them. " Ive got you yawne, you did so well for me" " So perfect, just rest now. Ive got you, im here. Ill never leave."
I plan on possibly doing some of these for Ja, mansk jake and maybe brown..., Let me know if yall would like that to! <3
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Sweet Home Texas pt. 2
A/N- hey yall just a little something I wrote while I was traveling today, I donât know how often Iâll get to update after this with the move rapidly approaching but I had some free time. :)
Pairing- Jake âhangmanâ Seresin x Oc Ella Mcree
Warnings- angst, language
âI canât do it anymore.â She said with a heaving sob as she crumbled in on herself, arms wrapped tightly around her middle as if she were holding herself together.
âIâve been with him for almost 20 years, I donât know any other way of life but this isâŚthis isnât a life anymore! Happy moments are almost non-existent, I canât even remember the last time he prioritized me before his job or his friends, hell I donât think weâve even been on a date in at least a year. We are constantly biting each otherâs heads off, everything I do seems to be wrong or met with a condescending look. Iâm not a child! Iâm a 35 year old woman with a thriving career! Just because he has some kind of god complex as a pilot doesnât give him the right to treat me like Iâm stupid. I donât want to be mean, and I donât want to hurt him, but I donât think I can be married to him anymore. Love shouldnât feel like this, love shouldnât hurt like this. If the end goal is to be together for 50 + years and hate every minute of it then I donât want it. Iâm sorry- Iâm so sorry Jake but I wonât do this anymore.â
Jane Wyatt had been seeing Ella and Jake Seresin for couples therapy for nearly 6 months now, and in that time their relationship had shown no growth. Jake dug his heels in and fought Ella at every corner, he knew he worked too much and probably could have put more time into them but he maintained that she knew this was his dream and he was trying to make it to the top. One day things would be easier, she just had to wait it out.
Ella felt like she was dying on the vine, she had put her life on hold for Jake for so long and now that she was thriving in her career and fast tracking it to become the cfo of a major company in San Diego suddenly Jake couldnât handle it. Having her at home barefoot and pregnant had never been a part of their plan, they both knew it but he felt like he was losing control and took it out on her. Accusations of cheating when she worked late hours, nitpicking everything she did, he didnât mean to make her feel small but something in his subconscious just wouldnât let it go. The house was burning from the inside out and he was refusing to throw water on the fire, theyâd burn down together and stay married and maybe one day theyâd crawl their way out of it.
Jane watched the scene unfolding in front of her, Ella falling apart and Jake white knuckling the chair across from her, jaw clenched so tightly it felt like his teeth might crack. She knew what the diagnosis was and it was one of the worst parts of her job.
Being a couples counselor was not for the weak, and she knew that at one point the two people in front of her had been head over heels in love. But this wasnât the same couple from twenty years ago, and it wasnât helping either of them to stay on a sinking ship.
âIâm sorry to you both, youâve spent over half your lives together and I know this is not how either of you saw it going. My professional opinion? Itâs time to take a step away from each other, whether that be for a few months or in dissolving your marriage canât be determined yet, only time can answer that. But neither of you are good for each other right now, and my opinion is unchanged. You need to let each other go and find out who you are without each other. Itâs the only way to move forward.â
Jake was out of his seat and out the door before she even finished, Ella crying out for him as he made his way to the elevators and out to his truck. He finally let himself break when he was alone, he knew it took two people to build a life but he had pushed her to this point. He knew sheâd been unhappy and he had done nothing to stop it, nothing to change it, just expected her to push through like they always had. He didnât know who he was without her, heâd never even kissed another woman before her; how was he supposed to just move on? The thought made him feel physically sick. He couldnât go home, so he called his wingman, Javy Machado to admit defeat and ask for a place to stay.
That was nearly four years ago, Jake replayed that awful afternoon over in his mind in bed after heâd seen you at the bar tonight, youâd looked damn good. Still all fire and sharp wit, and it reminded him just how far apart youâd grown in the time since then. He had hoped if he gave you space to grow and learned the tools he needed to work on himself that the universe would bring you back together, but it hadnât. That is until you walked in tonight. Circumstances be damned, he wasnât signing those damn papers. Heâd let this go on too long, he was going to romance you and show you just how good things could be, if youâd found someone else well that poor sap would have to go because the two of you were endgame and he knew it. Now he just had to convince you. Easier said than done.
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Ngl im literally obsessed with ur writeing rn so! I have a request! Could you do a billy x reader where you are in a band and you invite billy to a show and hes like your biggest supporter ever. OH and you play the guitar and are the lead singer ( Yall r highsxhool yall have no money) so yeah, tysm if you do the request!!!!
That's my Girlfriend!!!
Billy Hargrove x Fem Reader
Disclaimer: This maybe a bit short, underaged drinking, some harsh language
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"If I'm gonna be honest I'm actually shitting myself Billy." You panicked to your boyfriend. He looked to you softly.
"Can you stop shitting your pants, you will do great." He said.
"You really think so." You look to him with big eyes. He can't help but laugh at the state of you. The first night Billy had met you was, of course, at a party were you promptly punched him in the nose. To this day you say it was an accident but Billy knows it was on purpose. He was being an ass... and you both were drunk.
"Hey." Billy smiled to you. " You are going to give the most amazing show these hicks the best show of their lives and after we are going to have the best sex of our lives." Billy laughed as you punched him in the arm for the horrible sex joke. Your expression still did not change. He brought you closer to squeeze you into a hug. He kissed your lips as an announcement was heard throughout the bar.
"Everybody, I would like to introduce a new band to you. You don't know them, but many mothers have complained about their volume level. I'd like to welcome.... VELVET CONCORD!!"
There was a small clap echo that went through the Hide Out bar. That didn't help in any way for you. Your expression stayed the same, terrified.
"You got this babe." Billy whispered. You nodded.
"You ready girl?" Dusk asked right behind the both of you.
"With the amount of crap in my pants... I guess." You are unsure about this.
This has been your dream ever since you could play guitar. You met Thorn, Luna, and Dusk all in middle school. You guys came up with Velvet Concord for the middle school talent show in 1977. That show solidified your friendship. Sure you guys didn't win but you didn't care. You all found something that will bind you together forever. This show in this bar is your first real show, not one for some school dance or party with preselected music. You will be playing original songs that you wrote, with notes that Dusk came up with, bass from Thorn, and drums from Luna. You didn't want to screw this up for them.
We've dealt with so much bullshit. From bullying cause of how we dress, to our music, jeez it only stopped when you started dating Billy. Everyone would pick on us until they needed a band for the party, and in the words of Tommy H. "I'd rather have you than the freak and his band." At least you weren't the second pick.
You and Velvet Concord made your way on stage. You nearly tripping over some cords. You were sweating, so much sweat. My throat is dry. The lights are glaring down at me. ' I can't do this' 'I should give up'.... 'What am I doing?'
"Yeeeaaaah!" A voice broke you off your head. "Let's go Velvet Concord!" It was your Billy. The Billy you punch in the face. The Billy you asked out. The Billy that asked you to be his girlfriend. The Billy that told you how sexy you look in your stage outfit tonight. The Billy that has non stopped supported you once both were together.
"Um... Hello everyone we are Velvet Concord." You started. "This is my bassist Thorn, my drummer Luna, and my pianist Dusk." Okay you've introduced everyone.
Now the show begins.
"1...2...3..."
Your guitar was on fire. You were synced with the band as if it were second nature. The upbeat rock blared through out the Hide Out. Luna put every heart beat into her drums. You don't think you have ever felt so alive. Every lyric that was sang was like it was being constructed for the first time all over again. You're back in the garage practicing what cord goes were and what note was perfect. The set that your prepared for the night was selected perfectly. Nothing can beat this. The nervous sweat now turned to excitement. Screaming every note with passion. Everything was right, this is how it is supposed to be. Velvet Concord under bright lights, even if they were from some dingy rock bar. The last riff finally hit. Thorn played it out a bit as usual.
"But on my tombstone when I go just put death by rock and roll~"
There was an eruption of applause through the crowd. The lights were turned down now you could see everyone in the crowd. Everyone cheering for your band.
"That's my girlfriend!!" A shrill voice yelled. You laughed at Billy's antics. You didn't see where he was until a force came up on stage an tackled you into a hug.
"This is my fucking girlfriend!!" He yelled to the crowd. Which in return made them scream even louder at his banter. You looked behind to see your band mates laughing at your boyfriend. You step forward away from Billy for a moment.
"Thank you everyone!." You and your band took your, very much rehearsed, bow to the crowd. You quickly unhooked your guitar from the speakers to be dragged backstage by your boyfriend. As he turned you around he brought you in for a hot kiss. Which surprised you cause you thought this would be saved for later.
"You were the most amazing and sexy woman I have ever met!" Billy cheered to you. You laughed in response. He brought your into a bear crushing hug.
"Was it really that good?" you asked.
"Good? It was better than good, it was great!" He yelled.
"Yo Y/n, get your mans under control." Thorn laughed. "We've only just begun, if he's this excited about our first show he might wipe out by our next." You girls laughed along with her. Meanwhile Billy was smothering you with a hug. If your hair wasn't already frazzled it would have been a mess.
"Guys! Guys!" Luna shouted as she ran to you all. "Joel just gave me out check!" She waved. You quickly snatched it from her flailing hand.
"Oh my gosh!" Your eyes widen at the amount, sure for some it wasn't a lot but damn!
"Who want's to flipping celebrate!!" You cheered.
"Yeeeeeaaaaahhh" Everyone else cheered in agreement. Going to run out to the bar to party. Billy stoped for a quick moment alone.
"You really are the best girl ever." He smiled. you smiled to giving him a kiss on the lips.
"Now let's get wasted!" He cheered taking you along with him.
"Yeah!"
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Hope you enjoyed!
Fics are gonna be coming out a little slower cause of school plus I'm having writers block. But I will try to get a Halloween fic out by the end of the month!
#billy hargrove#billy hargove imagine#stranger things#billy hargrove x fem reader#eddie munson#robin buckley#nancy wheeler#steve harrington#fanfiction#billy hargrove fanfiction#billy hargove x reader#billy hargrove imagine#billy hargrove x reader#billy hargrove x female reader#william hargrove#Hargrove
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Listen.
I genuinely shipped Remy x Rogue from the series and some moments in the comics.
Erik x Rogue just happened to be another pairing I later shipped in addition bc I was fascinated by all of their interactions in the comics.
I knew Remy x Rogue were THE pairing though, so I left it at that.
Then â97 happened.
I love Remy and him with Rogue to bitsâŚ
but my heart has been beating SO ARDENTLY from all of the moments with Erik x Rogue.
I havenât been so passionate about a non-status quo pairing since X-Men: Evolution (Cyclops x Rogue đ
), and my heart just ACHES so much for Rogueneto to have a canon happy ending since the comics keep fumbling that up.
anon, man, i get you. iâm new to this fandom entirely but iâm not particularly a fan of the rogue/gambit relationship from what iâve seen of itâbut then rogue/magneto is way more geared towards my personal tastes anyways.
i actually got into '97 BECAUSE i learned about the rogue/magneto relationship and i was so intrigued by the idea of it (my only knowledge at that time of these two characters was ian mckellan and anna paquin and i thought 'well god that's wild as hell i gotta see this' and then BOOM magneto was out here lookin like THAT and of course i got hooked are you KIDDING me) and i was instantly drawn to the dynamic between them and the intrigue of their relationship. getting to see them coming together at the end of episode 2 like that was...well, it cemented the whole thing for me, the girl who no one can touch and who can't touch anyone else, who craves physical intimacy and connection, finally having someone who can touch and be touched by her?? oh my god. the way she melted when he touched her hand, i'm still just unwell over it.
(also scott/rogue in evolution was super cute potentially so you're so real for that fr)
but i think what really draws me to them as a ship is how intensely and deeply their relationship goes in the comics. these are two people who forged a bond with each other that's lasted for years--even when they've been apart or with other people (gambit, for instance) they're still orbiting each other. rogue is always the one person to trust erik, to believe she can still appeal to him or that he can be reasoned with and erik is always there when and if rogue needs help, needs him. PERSONALLY i think that they've fallen together and apart in the comics like they have because they're both so similar and and both so self-sacrificing that they're willing to give up their own happiness together to try and make others happy, to meet outside expectations, and because i think they're both afraid of actually accepting happiness together. rogue is also, i think, not prepared for the kind of relationship/life that erik is offering her. he's intense, and his life is intense, and honestly if she were to choose to be with him it would mean accepting power and accepting the love of someone who wants to help her grow and evolve and be powerful because he sees potential in her and views her not just as a lover but as a partner and an equal. and for someone as powerful as magneto to see you as an equal....i mean i'm sure yall can do the math there.
i'd love to see them both fully embrace a relationship and a life together, but i know that's probably not gonna come together in the comics for us đŽâđ¨ at least certainly not any time soon; but the relationship we've been getting bits and pieces of in '97 has the potential to be something really interesting and really satisfying, so i'm hoping they do more with it moving forward !!
#text reply#replies#anon reply#rogueneto#rogneto#rogue x magneto#rogue#magneto#erik lehnsherr#anna marie darkholme#thanks for the ask anon omg#I JUST HAVE A LOT OF FEELINGS ABOUT THESE TWO it is overwhelming#i love them and i love this wild relationship they have
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