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sheep-shearing · 2 months ago

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Witness my stupidly indulgent DiaMCLevi poly fic. MC and Diavolo are already dating post Season 3 and desperate for Levi to take a hint. Levi POV, he's trying to be a good friend and not sure who to be more jealous of, Diavolo is down bad for both and actively bullying Levi, MC is GN and the only one handling this well. This is basically me just having fun with Levi's habit of spiraling thoughts while bullying him.

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The Assembly Hall really was too far out of the way for a shut-in like Levi. Wasn't he already going out of his way to attend all of his classes today? Why did Lucifer make HIM deliver the documents to Diavolo? Even if he DID see MC and Diavolo instead of Barbatos in the Assembly Hall, his friends would probably be too busy to talk to him anyway. His legs hurt, he had game daily check-ins, and he hadn't even seen MC today. They had raced out of the dining room first thing this morning, taking off like a true anime protag with a piece of toast in their mouth, citing a meeting with Diavolo.

Everybody knew about MC and Diavolo dating, it was an open secret with the way the two acted towards each other. After the visit to the theme park, his Henry and Diavolo had been around each other constantly. MC would take off to the Demon Lord's castle with any excuse possible, while Diavolo showed up at the House of Lamentation every other week with a new event he just needed MC to help oversee. His Henry would try to invite him to join, good friend that they were, but he didn't want to interfere with his friends' happiness. Diavolo now joined in on his multiplayer games with MC, and the three began playing as their own raid party. So what if MC was the first person to actually reach out as a real friend and always knew his TSL-themed passwords, and Diavolo was actually really nice and always trying out multiplayer games Levi recommended so they could play together. So what if they both happened to be dating secretly just like one of his favorite anime tropes and just happened to be forbidden lovers and just happened to be perfect and happy together? Levi could be a good friend, he WAS a good friend. This was their normie secret dating AU and he just happened to be living in it, this was basically just his opportunity to project his favorite anime tropes onto two of two of his favorite people. This was fine. Levi wasn't jealous that MC got to slip out from parties and dance with Diavolo on the balcony, and that Diavolo got to invite MC to fancy dinners. He didn't want them to feel bad, with MC trying to bring him along to the parties and Diavolo extending dinner invites to him, Levi didn't need to be the jealous best friend to either of them.

Seven minutes and a head full of spiraling thoughts later brought Levi to the Assembly Hall, with his two favorite people inside he definitely did not have a crush on thank you very much. The doors were shut, with a... privacy ward? Pressing on the doors, the ward remained while one side creaked open for Levi. Moving into the room, Levi was pretty sure he was about to die. On Diavolo’s lap sat MC, kissing him, in front of Levi. Their hands were gently cupping his face, leaving little swatches of red gloss wherever they kissed. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to scream or run or summon Lotan, but the choice had apparently been made for him. Diavolo, breaking from MC’s hold, called out to him. “Leviathan, thank you for bringing those, put them on the table?” He was smiling, not embarrassed at all, while MC turned and did the same. This was the most embarrassing day of his entire life, Levi wanted to bury himself in his room and never come out again. Did he have enough rations to make it until MC left again?

“Levi, are you okay? Want some help?” MC had moved off of Diavolo’s lap and began walking towards him with a sweet smile. They took the papers, crumpled and torn from his grip, and threw them onto a nearby desk while taking his hand in their own. Diavolo was now standing in place, watching with his stupidly attractive smile and still had the gloss on his face! MC was still holding his hand, smiling sweetly at him, “Love, I think we might have broken him.”

“Perhaps you should kiss it better then,”

“Perhaps we should actually explain to him for once what we want,” MC had turned to Diavolo with an exasperated look on their face, still not letting Levi’s hand go why WON’T YOU LET HIM LEAVE PLEASE THIS IS SO EMBARASSING. “We clearly haven’t been obvious enough.”

Snickering, Diavolo walked down from his desk and grabbed Levi’s other hand. “Perhaps I enjoy seeing him embarrassed, my dear,” WHY WERE THEY SURROUNDING HIM WHY IS THIS HAPPENING HE IS NEVER GOING TO LIVE THIS DOWN. Diavolo’s other hand slipped around Levi’s waist, while MC cuddled into his side just like movie night. EXECPT THIS ISN’T MOVIE NIGHT AND HE COULDN’T LEAVE.

“So, Dia and I are dating, obviously,” MC was talking now while Levi was approaching record levels of normie embarrassment, literally everybody knows that! “and we’ve been trying to invite you.” MC had now wrapped themselves around him and was looking at Levi adoringly with their stupid sweet smile and smeared lip-gloss they’d been kissing Diavolo with.

“By invite you, they mean we want to date you as well, since you don’t seem to be taking a hint.” MC flicked Diavolo for that, while Levi tried to process the insanity that was happening. The two continued to stare at him from each side, both smiling through Levi’s worst existential crisis since the Fall.

“He looks ready to cry,” Diavolo was still looking at him with humor, why is he so pretty this isn’t FAIR, while moving his hand up to his face and teasing purple hair between his fingers. “I really do think a kiss would help stop that head of his.”

“Well, Levi? Do you want a kiss?” MC was still smiling, they were so pretty with their red gloss, that Levi could only nod. Those same gentle hands moved up as MC pressed a kiss to his cheek, then his nose, and finally lips. Behind him, he could feel Diavolo laugh before hugging him from behind and pressing his own kisses to Levi’s cheek. And oh, this was nice. The two of them were hugging Levi, pressing gentle kisses to his face interspersed with giggling.

“Levi, would you like to go on a date with us?” MC had paused, please don’t stop it feels so nice, while Diavolo also paused, waiting for his response.

“I, yes! Please, I would like- Love! to go on a date with you two!”

Diavolo let out a snicker at this, burying his face back into Levi’s neck, while MC went back to kiss his lips. Levi could feel them both smiling into the kisses, and he couldn’t stop himself from doing the same.

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husbandohunter · 3 years ago

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Hey I saw that your requests are open so, remember your genshin impact x reader, where the reader was very smol :X I have been recently Been simping intensely for ayato. Could you maybe make a part 2 where ayato is present? I would love to see that happen!

Inazuma Daycare [Baby Male Genshin]

Characters: Itto, Ayato, Thoma, Kazuha, Gorou

Synopsis: A supposed demon, a Yashiro Commissioner, a former criminal, a foreign servant and the General of Watatsumi…all under the age of six. Since it can’t be helped, you must do everything for them.

Tags: gn reader, platonic love, children

(A/n): When someone request the child series, it's free real estate *proceeds to insert the rest of the boys*

Arataki Itto

The loud kid who speaks before raising his hand. The kid who brings trading cards and aggressively shows off how poggers his legendary collections are worth MILLIONS (they're not). The kid who sucks the life energy out of your body.

"Teacher! Pick me, pick me!"

But you just can't hate him.

Itto would undoubtedly still be the tallest. His horns were like little bumps, barely poking out. He's not particularly savvy with his face painting skills yet, which you must fix it up for him after he got into a mess as always.

"I wanna use the colour red. Make it streak down like tears of blood on my face! Oh man, I'm going to look so cool!"

Okay Itto, now sit properly or this marker is going across your nose.

During art time, he likes to create his own version of 'Teyvat Creatures'. You had an earful of them: King of Hiligalaticalspectadogchurls and Evil Beans (the main villain of his hand-made manga by the way). Colours outside of the lines too. Very proud of his work. Sells them for 50 mora each.

Lunch time was the messiest for him. He can't hold his utensils and prefers to use bare hands.

The reason why Itto has such good beatboxing skills was that he practiced at a young age. Though he ends up spitting everywhere instead. You hope that he'll get better as soon as possible.

Voice cracks. You can hear him across the playground field.

But no matter how rowdy he is, Itto gets along with everybody and never leaves them feel left out. You find him inviting little children in the corner to a game of tag during recess. Sadly, he still ends up being last place in these games. Might pout. Might get salty. Might cry.

Itto refuses to agree that he is a crybaby. He runs a lot outside and would end up scraping his knee when too careless. You remember fixing a wound for him, his face would be all scrunched up as tears were piling up. He'll just keep repeating the same phrases: "this is nothing"/ "I'm a man and men don't cry".

You laughed, "Yes, indeed you are."

Kamisato Ayato

The kid whose parents fund your entire business. The popular trustfundkid. The kid way too mature for his age. Ayato holds tight to his refined image that he may come off a bit vain. Why is he even in your daycare anyways?

The first thing he does when entering you classroom was to mutter, "So this is where the donations went."

"Excuse you not everyone can afford high-quality furniture like you and for the record, I bought them myself."

When Thoma isn't available you'll be his substitute. It's unbelievable how rich the Kamisatos are. Ayato couldn't even fasten a sash knot and expected you to put on his kimono the moment he outstretched his hands.

You found a hidden bottle of Bubble Tea which of course, you confiscated. No desserts before lunchtime, Young Master.

Despite his rather lavish upbringing, you often found Ayato being picked up by his servants rather than his parents. His family loved him very much, but they were obviously too busy to attend their son's needs all the time. Since then, you saw him in a different light.

Thus when indoor recess was finished, you made Ayato in charge of putting the toys back into the toybox.

Thoma was about to help, that is, until you interjected faster than the Shogun's lightning.

This would be the first step to helping the young boy connect with his fellow classmates. He didn't have to be treated on a pedestal, he was an equal, a child who needed your attention more than anything. Initially, Ayato felt bothered by the tasks you gave to someone like him but those tasks ended up bringing the two of you closer.

For instance, serving the meals. Ayato genuinely liked your cooking much to your surprise. He was often served the best and healthiest dishes with the best ingredients but they lacked the cozy hearth-like feeling that you had. He said it tasted simple, yet honest.

Enjoys his hand being held when you both cross the street. Politely asks if he could keep holding onto you. “I like it when you hold me, teacher.” It's safe to say that the kid has grown attached, albeit clingy. Next thing you find yourself carrying him like a baby.

You will never know that Ayato intentionally finds excuses to follow you around. He'll get jealous when his classmates, even Thoma, steal your attention. And when you scold him for it, he'll get sad. But don't be fooled! They might just be puppy eyes.

Thoma

The kid every teacher- no, every MOTHER would dream to have. (Totally 100% a mommy's boy). He's got that vibe to attract grandmas and aunties of all sorts. Thoma deserves all the stickers and he always ends up claiming his sticker prizes first, for being such a good boy. In fact, he is the only kid that eats everything you serve, even the vegetables.

Give him the head pats, give him ALL the head pats (Ayato stares menacingly from the corner). "Whos a good boy? Yes you are, yes yoo are Thoma uuu!!"

In contrast to his master, Thoma was an appreciative, humble and attentive little boy. You found him glued to Ayato's side, performing duties such as carrying his luggage, smiling through the obvious heavy lifting. You feared that he was threatened and sold into child slavery.

Kid!Thoma would definitely be a ship figurine junkie. He'd bring in a new model everyday and held it tightly in his tiny, fat, little hands. It's so endearing to see him during indoor recess, when he drags his toy across the floor, making splattering sounds with his mouth.

"Sshhhhhhwishhhhhh, pow! Bam. Babababababbaammbam!!" he says while bumping two boats together in battle.

Thoma, boats can't shoot elements from their canons.

In art sessions, he drew you a picture of him and you together eating ?dango? (he tried his best, okay?), "This is for you teacher, because I love you soooo much!" HNNNNGG

*Clutching chest and dies of heart failure*

When there would be quarrels among the other kids (Oh the usual, Itto whining over how Sara took his favourite cup), he's the first to call you over. "Teacher said no more fighting, we have to be nice to each other!"

He's such a sweetheart. Thoma would pull in a stool and reach to sprinkle food into the fishtank before eating his lunch. He said he felts bad that the fish had to watch everyone eat while they wait for their turn :(

"Good job Thoma, here's your seventh sticker for the day."

Kaedehara Kazuha

The toddler 1/2

You recalled the day when Mister Tomo dropped off Kazuha on his in daycare for the first and he'd timidly clung to his pants while hiding from behind. He's a shy little one, still is. You had to do a little coaxing otherwise Mister Tomo would have been late for work and stayed in your school for the rest of the evening.

However when Mister Tomo managed to sneak out without Kazuha noticing, he started to cry immediately. It brought so much distress that Gorou felt like crying too. You had to carry him because if you didn't, Kazuha would have found some way and climb over the fence, chasing down the running figure.

It took a long time before Baby Kazuha became comfortable with you. He tends to be very sensitive, especially towards nature. You'd bring him to the school garden every once in a while to show him the flowers. He looked so cute when trying to grab a butterfly, twisting and turning in your arms.

Quiet reading time was when you spent most with the toddlers out of all the kids. Kazuha is the only one to take out a bunch of books but never go through all of them. He'd flip through a few pages before getting bored and moving on to the next. You found him to be an extremely fast learner when it comes to literate subjects.

The way his little smile stretches his chubby cheeks when he says a word out loud. That's it. That's the show.

Kazuha may be a toddler but he's old enough to walk and play with Itto and the other kids. The thing is, he never does. He prefers to quietly play in the sandbox with Gorou. It's a wonderful bonding experience for both of them. Since the day you taught Kazuha not to eat sand to draw shapes and build sandcastles, he couldn't pull away from it anymore. And if you did, he'll start whining.

Likes to play with the pet turtles. When I say play I mean he simply sits there and stares as they watch them slowly crawl on the floor. When Mister Tomo arrived to pick him up, Kazuha asked him whether they can have a turtle too.

Needless to say, he'll have no trouble coming to daycare anymore.

Gorou

The toddler 2/2

Juggling between Kazuha and Gorou was hard, especially when you had to shoo Itto away from petting his ears or prying Yae's hands from pulling his cheeks. He was often dropped off at daycare with a stuffed Shiba Inu in his arms, notably that it was his guardian and good luck charm. Everywhere he went, General Gorou Jr would follow him too.

Since he was still young, you also had to spoonfeed him his lunch. Ah but don't forget to feed General Gorou Jr! You would now be serving two small bowls as his stuffed toy took space on an empty seat. Most of the time it was just Gorou talking to his stuffed animal and you learned many things about his alter ego. From General Gorou Jr's birthday to the way that he liked his bread sliced up.

Gorou once placed his Shiba Inu against your cheek to mimic a dog kissing you indicating that General Gorou Jr appreciated all the work you've done. Totally not lowkey expecting a kiss in return.

It's funny how his dog sense would kick in and he would suddenly become shy about it. One of those moments was where he'll be digging the sand beside Kazuha's sandcastles and burying the shovels that were needed for the process. This would make Kazuha angry and they get into a fight over protecting/digging up the sandbox.

Then there were other moments when a ball would suddenly roll by (Yae) and it would distract him from whatever he was previously doing (ends up having his desserts stolen because no one was guarding it)

"Hehe, teacher did you know that Gorou sleeps while hugging his tail?"

See for yourself. When it was nap time, Gorou was the first one to fall asleep and the last one to wake up. He'd pull up his fluffy tail between his legs, nuzzling against the fur, dozing off into dreamland.

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islandofsages · 2 years ago

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anything you desire.

summary: in which you take the form of a cherished one.

characters: collei and tighnari x shapeshifter!reader

tags: gn!reader, platonic, canon compliant, fluff, amber is mentioned, hc format

warnings: none

author's notes: just something fun to celebrate the fact that dendro and sumeru’s in the game now + i miss writing LOL no dori for now, i’ll wait for her to become playable first aha

FEM/FEM-ALIGNED DNI. YOU WILL BE BLOCKED.

collei

you like how she’s still in touch with her inner child - well, you suppose she technically is still a child considering she’s a teen…but to see her genuinely enjoy fairy tales and childhood stories still has given you the motivation to play around with your more fantasy-like forms more

when she excitedly shows you a picture of an aranara, you transform into one yourself - but not without a giggle then a full-on dramatic magical girl transformation. you swear you’ll never forget the look on her face

“(y/n)?! y-you…can turn into an aranara?!” “hehehe…not just an aranara, but anything your heart desires!”

i think collei managed to turn you into a chuunibyou

whenever she’s learning how to read and write, you like to shift into different forms to encourage her to try her best, especially when she’s reading since most of the stories she reads have characters that are fun to shapeshift into like tiny fairies, aranaras and many more

she admires you so much because of how you use your powers to do good deeds like cheering her up and bringing fun to everybody - she sees you as family now. you can’t stop her. not that you want to anyway; you’ve yet to have such a form anyway

when you have the time, you’d accompany her on her patrols and if anyone even dares to hurt her, you’ll easily scare them off with one of your more ghoulish forms. she tells you you don’t have to do that and that she can take care of herself but you insist that scaring people off is fun and it is

sometimes when she misses amber too much, you’d offer to shapeshift into her if that could help her remedy her absence. most of the time she refuses but if things get too overwhelming, she’ll only nod at you silently

but no matter what form you take, you’ll remain as her family, forevermore. that is undeniable.

tighnari

even when he first met you, he could tell that there was something…magical about you, to put it in simple terms. but he never talked to you about it - he shrugged it off as his imagination playing tricks on him

so when you shapeshift into a valuka shuna or at least, you manage to grow out the ears and tail for the hell of it (he was telling you about his ancestors and why he is the way he is), it took him a while to regain his composure

you tell him to show a real picture or any sort of graphic depiction of a valuka shuna so you can fully shapeshift into one but sadly, he has nothing in his possession that can help you - but you tell him it’s okay, you can just try shapeshifting into something else!

“watch this; i’ll turn into a shroomboar!”

and so you do - in the blink of an eye, you go from a typical human being to a boar native to the sumeru forest. you rub your head against his knee to tease him and mission successful; he laughs at the ticklish sensation, and also the fact that you’re literally a shroomboar

usually you don’t grow attached to any other forms but you’ve come to like the half-valuka-shuna one, though you do wish you can transform into its full form…but alas. still, that doesn’t stop you from matching with tighnari from time to time

when tighnari’s out on patrol, sometimes you like to prank him by coming in the form of some forest creature but over time, he’s come to know that it’s you somehow

“i know it’s you, (y/n). you can’t hide from me.”

you don’t know he does that but it sure is pretty impressive - and now you try to shapeshift into anything that he might not have seen before, just to keep the guessing game going

but there is one thing he will never guess wrong: that you are his best friend.

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honeycombstrawberry · 3 years ago

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I will gladly read any Adrian fics you write because they are giving me SO much life rn! But I would love to see what you can do with this prompt 💙

80. "i'm not wearing any underwear. thought you'd like to know."

more than flesh on bone

pairing: adrian chase x reader (gn pronouns, has a vagina)

rating: explicit

word count: 4,035

one-sentence synopsis: adrian insists that he won't overheat in his vigilante suit, and you're determined to get it off of him before he passes out on watch; it doesn't take much to get him down to nothing, though.

author's note: okay i'm not sure i can keep up the insane pace i had yesterday B U T i come bearing gifts in the form of 4k words of smut!! so!! that's something!!

read on ao3

The sun is high above you, beating down on you and Adrian as you keep watch, eyes fixed on the hot sand ahead of you. It seems like all there is is baking heat, cooking you through, soaking your skin in sweat.

You’d told Adrian before leaving that he was going to overheat in his Vigilante armor— especially with the helmet— but he’d insisted on wearing it. Keeping his face hidden when he’s on a mission is— occasionally semi-important to him, at least. Being right is also deeply important to him, and he doesn’t like even suggestions of what to do.

For your part, you’d actually dressed to accommodate the weather. You were wearing the least amount of armor and tactical gear possible, your hair bound to keep it off your neck. Even as you sit there with most of your skin exposed (and slathered in sunscreen), you continue baking, sweat dripping down the back of your neck, your temples, your chest. Just— everywhere. You feel slick.

Beside you on the blanket you’ve set up over the sand, Adrian is laid out flat on his back, arms spread. He’s long since given up any illusion of keeping watch, leaving the task to you.

“Adrian,” you say.

“No names,” he reminds you.

“We are the only ones here,” you point out to him. You grab one of the several pouches of water between you and tap his chest with it. “Drink this.”

“My helmet—”

“Only ones here,” you repeat. Adrian sighs, reaching for the water. He doesn’t open it up, and you keep your eyes on him, waiting. He twists towards you.

“What?” he demands.

“You’re trying not to lose,” you accuse him.

“No!” he exclaims, but he’s already caught. “No, that’s not— I’m not that warm.”

When Adrian had insisted on wearing the Vigilante armor anyways, the two of you had made a stupid five-dollar bet over whether or not you were right or he was. Either the suit could take the heat, or it couldn’t.

Based on the way Adrian’s acting now, it can’t take it, but he’s determined not to lose.

You, however, are determined not to have your boyfriend passing out from heat stroke while everybody else is sleeping in the shade. If you address the problem head-on, though, you’re basically guaranteeing that he’ll dig his heels in. He can’t stand to be wrong, and he’d be indignant if you called him out straight away. Instead, you decide to play a little bit of a game with him. Reverse psychology, even.

“Well,” you say, “I’m fucking sweating.”

You take up one of the other pouches of water. You’re telling the truth, you are covered in sweat, and you know you’re losing a lot of water because of it. Your mouth is slightly dry, so you open up the water container and drink down a good portion of it.

When you pull it away from your lips, you tilt your head back, then let some of the remaining water in the pouch pour down your face, through your hair, sluicing down over your chest. You wipe at your eyes, clearing your vision, and turn towards Adrian, offering the second pouch to him.

He’s sitting up in the sand, now, and his helmet’s still on, though the visor is firmly fixed in your direction. His eyes must be focused on you.

“Want some?” you ask, shaking the pouch a little so the water sloshes inside. A droplet of water rolls down your cheek and falls from the point of your chin.

“No, that’s— No, thanks,” Adrian replies. He pulls his legs up, then shifts again and crosses them instead, looking back out at the sand ahead of you. When you look away, though, you can see in your peripheral vision that he turns right back towards you, studying you when he thinks you’re not looking.

You can play this game easily. There’s a couple of ways you can think of to get Adrian to take off his clothes, and you’re willing to try any of them. It’s fun, anyway. If he was in any immediate danger, you’d just tear the stupid helmet off of his head and be over with it all, his pride be damned. Right now, though, you’re sure he’s just inadvertently turning his suit into a sauna.

“Fuck,” you say. “It is way too hot.”

There’s really only one layer left of your clothes that you can remove, so you decide to do it now. Standing, you strip off the vest you have on over your thin tank top. You abandon it to the side, leaving you in your small shorts and your thin shirt, your boots just up past your ankles and your hair bound up. Besides the small bits of armor woven into your clothes, you have a utility belt around your waist, your weapons and equipment strapped into and onto it, the heaviest piece of gear left on you.

Satisfied that you’re in as few articles of clothing as possible, you return to your seat in the watch-nest you two built for yourselves. You stretch your legs out in front of you, then roll your head to look at Adrian through the powerful sunglasses you’re wearing, knowing he can’t see your eyes, just how you can’t see his.

“Aren’t you hot in all that?” you ask him, as if the thought was casually occurring to you.

He’s smarter than that, but he’s also obviously sweating and getting increasingly horny, so he’s not thinking straight, either.

“It’s smarter to wear it,” Adrian tells you. He sounds a little choked himself. “Even if it’s a little hot.”

“Seems more than a little hot to me,” you comment. You shift up, turning over to prop your chin up on your hand and evaluate him. “You’ve got to be sweating in there.”

“Yeah, well,” he says. “It’s hot out.”

You grin, then sigh, reaching for the water again. This time, you empty what’s left in this pouch over your neck and your arms, making sure to actually attempt to cool yourself down. You bring your head forward, let water fall on the back of your neck. When you sit up again, you trickle it over your wrists, over your chest.

Your shirt clings to your wet skin, the fabric dampening as your flesh does. The fabric is slightly off-white, but not so off-white that it doesn’t quickly become see-through. Adrian’s head tilts down slightly, and you look down, too, following his apparent new line of vision.

You can see your nipples clearly through your shirt. Flushing slightly, sure that it’s unnoticeable with how red you already are with the heat, you say, “Oh, sorry.”

“No, it’s— fine,” Adrian replies. “I like your nipples, don’t worry about it.”

You snort a laugh. “Thanks, much appreciated.”

There’s a beat, then Adrian says, “So, you, uhh—”

“I’m not wearing any underwear,” you answer his unfinished question. His head snaps up, helmet shifting, visor coming to meet your eyes behind your sunglasses. Though you can’t make eye contact, you’re sure you still are. “Sorry if that wasn’t your question. Just— Thought you’d like to know.” You roll up the already short edges of your shorts, carefully avoiding his eyes, now. “Too hot.”

Beside you, Adrian is tense, a coiled spring of taut muscle, practically buzzing out of his skin. If he wasn’t overheating before, you’re sure he is now.

“Is—” Adrian starts to ask, then pauses. “Uhh— Is everyone else really asleep? Were you sure? It’s really bright, they might not be—”

“Why?” you ask, glancing up at him. His gloves are wrapped tightly around the pouch in his hands, so rigid you imagine you can hear the leather creaking.

“No reason,” he replies.

There’s a beat of silence before you softly say, “Adrian.”

“Mm?” he asks, as if his teeth are clenched, his jaw stiff.

You shift up onto your knees, then move to throw your leg over his, settling yourself in his lap. Once you’re straddling him, he’s not able to hide anymore, forced to uncross his legs to displace you. It’s then that you can feel what you already knew he was concealing.

You make sure you settle just alongside the hard, hot line of his cock. He’s clearly not wearing all of his armor, because he’s not wearing his cup in his armor, and you can feel him rock-hard beside your thigh. You reach down, letting your fingertips graze over the fabric over his dick, and he jerks up into you, whimpering from the other side of his helmet.

“I’m still too hot,” you tell him, cupping his helmet between your hands where his jaw would be, letting your forehead fall to press in just above the visor. You kiss the center of the visor, then draw back again.

Reaching down, you’re able to get a good grip on the wet fabric on your tank top, and you twist it up and off, tossing it aside in a tangled heap.

“Does that feel better?” Adrian asks you, strangled. “Because it looks— It looks like it feels better, you look— Oh, fuck.”

“What?” you ask, faux-innocent.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” he demands. He laughs, halfway to madness. “‘What?’” he echoes you. “As if you’re not sitting on my fucking cock soaking wet with no shirt on, holy fuck, you have to know what you’re doing right? Please tell me you’re not, like, dying of heat exhaustion— Or I am and I’m hallucinating—”

You drop your head down as if to kiss him, but there’s still just the helmet in place. Sighing, you say, “I just want—”

“Fuck it,” Adrian says, before you can even finish. He shifts upwards, wrapping one strong, toned arm around you so he can hoist you up without displacing you.

His other hand comes up to tear his helmet off of his head. He throws it aside in the sand, and he’s immediately gasping, sucking in lungfuls of fresh air after so long stuck in his helmet.

He’s been sweating, too, his curls practically soaked wet and plastered to his skull. You kiss the slick side of his face, licking the salt from his skin. He whines, twisting into you, his gloved hands scratching up the bare skin of your back.

“Fuu-uuuuuck,” he groans, drawing out the word into a long, choked-off curse. “I think I’m going to die. For real, I’m going to die—”

“You’re not going to die,” you tell him. You grab one of the pouches from the blanket beside you, then turn your attention back to him. “Tilt your head back.”

“What?” he asks. You shake the water at him, unscrewing the top.

“Let me help you,” you tell him. His pupils are blown, his face flushed pink and quickly turning red— not just from the heat, but from your attention.

He does as asked, tilting his face up. You shift up onto your knees in his lap, getting a better angle so you can bring the water to his lips. He sighs, his shoulders slumping, and you let him drink for a moment before pulling the pouch away. You pour some of the water through his hair, working it through the sweat-tangled locks.

“Oh, fuck,” he says, as you’re scratching your nails along his scalp, working the cool water through his hair. “That feels so fucking good, please, don’t— Don’t stop, just—”

You can feel his cock under you when he shifts again, maneuvering himself to push his hips up into yours. You resettle yourself over his dick, and he inhales sharply like he’s been punched in the chest, jerking a bit.

“Yeah?” you ask him. “You like this?” You let some water run down from his hair to his temple and down his cheek; you lick it off, already warm from his flushed skin, before the droplets can fall from the sharp edge of his jaw. “You’re doing so good.”

Adrian makes a soft whining sound, his face going even redder, flushing up to his ears. The blush goes down his neck, too, and you know it’s spread across his chest, even though he’s still wearing the stupid fucking armor.

“Adrian, please,” you murmur, close to his ear. Letting your nose drift along his wet hair, you drop to worry your teeth along the shell of his ear, then down to his earlobe. You bite there softly, relishing in the upwards twitch of his hips in response. “I want to taste you. Please? For me?”

Adrian nods, unthinking, scrambling to unfasten the back of his armor. You help him with the closures, pulling the chest piece forward and off. You have to sit back to help him squirm out of the suit, and you’re sure to grind your hips as you do, a slow, heady press of his cock to your core through the few remaining clothes between you.

“Motherfucker,” Adrian bites out. His head falls back for a brief moment before he regains control again, kicking the last of his armor off and leaving him bare on the blanket beneath you.

Every inch of skin is flushed with heat, slick with sweat. You push him backwards until he’s flat on his back, his chest heaving as he struggles to catch his breath. He throws his arm up over his eyes to block out the sun when you settle between his legs, pressing your cheek to his soft skin over the hard muscles of his abdomen.

You shift in slightly, letting your warm breath fan over the hot length of his cock. He writhes beneath you, but you pin him with your hand, gripping his hip to keep him in place.

Leaning in closer, you run the flat of your tongue up Adrian’s length. He’s so hard his cock is curved up against his belly, and you just barely lift your head to trace to the head, your tongue dipping to taste him.

“Mm,” Adrian whimpers above you. “Motherfucker, fucking— Shit, fuck, you— Fuck, this is so hot, this is so fucking hot, what the fuck— Oh, fuck—”

He cuts off with a sharp keening noise, his head digging backwards and his spine arching when you start to take him into your mouth. You love the way he tastes, the way he smells, all salt and sweat and heat and him, the pure human taste of him that you can’t fucking get enough of.

He’s too big to fit in your mouth, but you want to take as much of him as you can. You take a deep breath through your nose, letting your throat relax.

Above you, Adrian has a Pavlovian response to the sound and the sensation. You can tell by the way his hips immediately twitch that he’s stopping himself from fucking down your throat himself, letting you take him at your own pace instead. His flush floods his chest, red and stained slick with sweat and water.

“Please,” he begs you. “Oh, my fucking God, you should win awards. I’d give you an award, I’d— I’d— Oh, motherfucker, wh—”

You take him into your mouth, and deeper into your throat, and he pounds his fist into the ground beside you.

“I love you,” he insists nonsensically. “I love you, I want to eat you, I want to give you— everything, I want to—” He groans, then cries out when you find a rhythm. It’s taken a long while, but you’ve slowly gotten used to his cock in your throat, adjusted to take him over your time together. By now, it feels like you were made to take him— in all ways.

You can feel how close he’s getting, and it’s making you impossibly heated, blazing warmth coiling tight, tighter, in your core. You wriggle your hand down to get your fingers on yourself.

“No, no,” Adrian says. You pull off immediately in response, a surge of panic hitting you in the chest that you’ve done something wrong.

“What is it?” you ask, your jaw sore, your lips swollen. You swallow, tasting his pre-cum and sweat in your mouth. The taste is so fucking good, musky and hot, and your heart is practically in your throat.

“Let me,” he insists instead. He launches himself forward so he can knock you flat on your back, kissing you with a ferocious hunger. Your hips thrust up into his, his cock sliding hot and wet along your thigh. He reaches down and tears your shorts down, leaving you bare with ease, no underwear to hinder his path any longer. “Oh, fuck, just— Let me fuck you, please? Can I— I want— I want you so bad—”

Droplets of water fall from his hair down onto your face. You lick one off your bottom lip, letting your eyes flicker up to his.

With a slow roll of your hips upwards, you grind into Adrian’s cock, reaching up to slide your hands along his slick shoulders and up into his hair. Tangling your fingers in his hair, you draw him down to you, sealing him in a kiss.

He reaches down between you, taking his cock in hand and guiding it to your entrance. You relax, falling backwards, taking him into you in a roll of his hips. In his next thrust, he fucks deeper, and the next is deeper. He keeps going in even grinds until he’s buried so deep in you it feels like he’s in your throat, and it’s all you can do to hang onto him.

“How’s that?” he asks, voice cracking. “How’s that feel?”

“Perfect,” you tell him. You reach up, sinking your nails into his shoulder so you can draw him down into you. Adrian’s face is all red, so you tell him again, “You feel perfect, this is— the best I’ve ever felt, you make me feel incredible—”

Adrian whines, dragging his head up to kiss you hard. His teeth are sharp against your lip, his tongue slipping into your mouth, deepening the kiss further. He hitches your leg up over his hip, changing the angle so he can fuck you harder, deeper, the two of you tearing at each other as he loses his rhythm. You can’t stop grinding into him, and when you reach down to touch yourself again, Adrian knocks your hand aside.

With his thumb circling your clit, you can feel the hot pressure of your orgasm gathering in the base of your spine, slipping further into your belly. Your chest is heaving, trying to catch your breath when he drops to kiss your throat. He sucks a hard mark there, and you groan, fisting your hand in his hair.

“C’mon,” he says, low in your ear, and your stomach tightens. “C’mon, that’s it, yes— Fuck, yes, God, you feel so good, oh my fucking God, holy fucking shit—”

You’re drenched in sweat, his and yours; when he lifts his head up, dragging to kiss you sloppily, his sweat drips into your face. The sun blisters high above you, and you fall apart under his mouth and hands and his cock, clinging to him. Your orgasm takes you over, and you feel like you white out for a second, all heat and sensation and him.

He gathers you up in his arms, pulls you close to his chest. Even in this heat, you want to be close to him, and you hang onto him as he sits you up in his lap so he can fuck up into you at this new angle.

“It’s unbelievable how good you feel,” Adrian tells you.

“I love you,” you tell him blearily, dropping your face into his shoulder. There’s a scar on his skin under your mouth, and you kiss it without finesse, just wanting to taste him. The angle he’s fucking you at is working you up quickly, your second orgasm already gathering, too fast. You’re overstimulated, and you pant against his skin, reaching up to wind your arm around his neck.

“Fuck,” he grunts. “I love you,” and he bites into your jaw, your earlobe, drags across to kiss you under your eye. His kisses get messier, sloppier, open-mouthed and wet everywhere he tries to kiss you. You’re grinning, clinging on tight, guiding his face with a hand on his jaw, fingers spread up his cheek.

He separates you so he can look into your face when he’s close, and his bright eyes are dark, this close up, all pupils with how aroused he is, how close he is to the edge. His lips are cracked when he tells you, “I fucking love you, I feel like I’m losing my fucking mind over here,” and you push into him as hard as you can to get friction where you need it most.

You find your second orgasm, drawing him into a sloppy open-mouthed kiss, and when he realizes you’re cumming again he loses his own grip on himself and cums with you. You can feel him flooding you, a searing heat inside to match the outside.

He keeps repeating your name in your ear, his chest heaving as he sucks in huge breaths. It feels like he cums forever before he’s finally stilling, slowing, relaxing out of his stiff, tense coil around you and becoming something loose-limbed and satisfied.

You’re trying to catch your own breath, chest heaving, arms wrapped around Adrian’s neck to keep you upright. He noses into your hair, then, kisses you on your sweaty temple. You must be a fucking mess, but so is he; it doesn’t really matter.

Half-conscious, you reach out for one of the water pouches. You twist it open and down half of it in one go before offering the rest to Adrian. He drinks the last of it, then tosses it aside and grabs another one, drinking that one down, too. There’s only a couple left from the stash you brought, but you still take another to offer to him.

This pouch, Adrian takes and loosens to spill over his face. Water cascades over the fine, sharp features, the strong bones of his handsome face, before he blinks at you, droplets clinging to his eyelashes. He shakes the pouch at you, and you nod.

When he brings the water up over your head, you tilt your head back so he can cool your entire face down. Cool water sloshes over your overheated skin, slipping down your throat, catching sweat where it’s pooled in the curves and dips of your body.

With your breathing barely under control, you tell him, “You owe me five dollars,” and he groans loudly.

“I fucking knew it,” he laments. “So, what? All of that to win a bet?”

“No!” you exclaim, twisting up to look at him, admonishing. “I made the bet to throw you off the scent of my true motivations.”

“And what are those?” he asks suspiciously. He’s still flushed with hectic spots of color, cherry-red all over.

You drop your head down to lick sweat from his throat. Buried in his skin, you tell him, “I have a vested interest in keeping you healthy and alive, not keeling over with heat stroke.” You nip at the meat of his shoulder, smiling. “If I have to trick you to keep you cool and hydrated, so be it.”

“Oh, babe, you know I get such a hard-on for you Florence Nightingale-ing me,” he laughs, turning you over to pin you to the blanket, his body covering yours like a hot line of wet heat. You shove at him, but he just nuzzles further into you. “Look at you, taking such good care of stupid-ass me. Even though I’m right about the suit.”

“Sure,” you say. “That’s why you were covered in sweat when you took the helmet off.”

“I was covered in sweat because you were putting on a fucking Flashdance-themed striptease in front of me on watch and it was making me fucking ooze,” Adrian reminds you.

“I’d say both contributed,” you comment, before you gasp with the realization of what he’s said. “Oh, fuck, we’re still on watch. What time is—”

“Time for shift change,” Chris says behind you, and you and Adrian both scream.

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#answered #anonymous #vigilante imagine #vigilante #vigilante x reader #adrian chase imagine #adrian chase #adrian chase x reader #reader #reader insert #gender neutral reader #gn reader #peacemaker #peacemaker tv #honeycombstrawberry

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everestica · 2 years ago

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i am hungry for some wxs x reader hcs at the arcade…

gn reader ofc !

🍬

WonderlandxShowtime x Reader Arcade Date!

Writing Type: Headcannons

Request: Yes

Author’s Note: I wasn’t sure if you wanted it as like a date thing or not so If you want me to rewrite it I definitely can! Just let me know!

-Actually pretty okay, I mean if your a hella good gamer your gonna beat him

-Also him holding your hand when you guys are waiting for a game or just waiting for food maybe

-back hugs when you are playing a game by yourself <3

-Overall really good to have a date to an arcade, and he really likes PDA

-She probley is only good at like just dance

-your probley gonna have to teach her about the other games

-PDA 100 PERCENT

-Putting your hand over hers to show her what to do on the machine

-Overall has no clue what she’s doing but she’s always smiling and wants to learn, so it’s all good!

-Screams when he loses

-Everybody looks as you as you kiss him to shut him up

-also has no idea what he is doing, maybe a little bit more then emu but not that much

-is holding your waist the whole time

-Bascially is never playing but loves watching you play and kissing your cheek to mess you up every once in a while

-A cutie, but still don’t let him play because your gonna have to get him to stop screaming

-Overall Don’t take him, your gonna have to kiss him every time he loses (which is a lot)

-SHES A SLAY GAMER

-Wins you every prize

-give her a kiss on the cheek as her prize, blushes like crazy but it’s adorable

-Anyway you guys play against each other and some games you win (but it’s because she letting you win because she loves to see your expression when you win)

-Adorble

-Please take her to an arcade, you won’t regret it

#project sekai #project sekai x reader #rui kamishiro #rui x reader #tsukasa tenma #tsukasa x reader #nene kusanagi x reader #nene kusanagi #emu ootori #emu x reader

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enhypia · 3 years ago

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JY ; almost lovers

almost lovers answers questions with the choice of drinking instead of answering

pairings: sim jaeyun x gn!reader

genre: fluff, angst if you squint

words: roughly 1.4k

masterlist ⸺ series masterlist

~guides and warnings~

italics - reader speaking

bold - jake speaking

[enclosed] - interviewer speaking

italicized bold - both reader and jake speaking

[enclosed bold or italics] - question (depends on who's speaking)

heavily inspired by: rec.create lie detector games, cut truth or drink

warning: contains and mentions of !!! drinking and swearing

i don't promote underage drinking, save your livers

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈

hello~ my name is jake!

and i'm (y/n)

and we're almost lovers

[you guys were invited here today as almost lovers for a fun little drinking game, you guys aware of that right?]

yes we were

[okay, for this game, questions will be asked and if you refuse to answer, you drink, it's that simple. should we start?]

yup!

i'll be drinking regardless if i answer or not btw

why?

it's free alcohol

[how long have you guys known each other?]

since middle school ??

yup, so like 6 or 7 years ?

[wouldn't you be childhood friends then?]

oh no, jake and i weren't friends

*jake laughs and (y/n) grins

we really weren't, we were just somehow always put in the same classes

classmates, that's literally just what we were

ah i got it, we just knew of each other's existence

yup that

*both laugh

[how did you guys became almost lovers then?]

oh it's the classic project partners thing

we became seatmates, and like for that whole school year almost every teacher assigned seatmates as partners

it's like they all collectively agreed to it

yeah so we just eventually got close and ,,,

chaos ?

chaos.

*both giggle because jake's giggle is contagious

[why didn't you guys get together?]

we were both cowards and dumb with feelings

and jake had to move back to australia

and i had to move back to australia

[so if jake didn't move, you guys could've been together?]

,,,, i honestly do not know

yeah same

jake was the popular dream guy, i wasn't even dating him back then but so many rumors spread

i'm sorry about that really

don't worry, it wasn't your fault

*you pat him on the head making him smile widely

[how about we start the q&a between you guys?]

yeah, let's go~

*both nod and played rock paper and scissors to determine who gets to ask first, jake wins

okay! first question

*jake picks up a card and laughs in disbelief

why?

[do you still find me attractive?]

*(y/n) bursts out laughing

i don't know if i should be offended that you're laughing or what

no, because it's ridiculous!

whY?

jake i literally compliment and hype you up whenever we meet

*jake blushes

so yes i still do find you attractive because you ARE attractive.

*(y/n) smiles teasingly

*jake rolls his eyes

*(y/n) picks up a card

oh wow

[did you see ever yourself loving me?]

*jake takes a shot

you know that just makes you sus

it's not like you don't know the answer?!!

that's the point! i do know so you could've just answered instead of drinking

shut up *jake grumbles

*you take a shot to make him feel better

the answer is yes btw, i did see myself loving them

*(y/n) almost chokes

*jake laughs

it's different hearing it out loud

*jake g i g g l e s

just read the next question

[do you think it's my fault that we didn't become a couple?]

pffft-

i mean

yeah yeah, but for me i'm blaming australia

sure buddy.

*jake :O

but no i don't think it was your fault, like we said a while ago, even if you didn't move, we were still dumb with feelings and we probably would've prioritized our future than a relationship. it wasn't the right time i guess??

*jake nods in agreement

[sorry, was it ever clarified between you guys that you had feelings for each other?]

oh yeah! we knew about it

yeah bUT AFTER I CAME BACK FROM AUSTRALIA ???

*(y/n) laughs

we met up when he came back and i just went "oh did you know i liked you back then?" and then jake just -

*(y/n) can't finish the sentence because (y/n) remembers the scene perfectly and is laughing hard

*jake groans

thAT! he groaned like that and basically slammed his head on the table.

yeah and you gaped like a fish after i told you i liked you back then too!

*jake :P

*(y/n) :O

i did not

yes you did! you went *jake imitates a gaping fish

yah! *(y/n) hits jake's arm lightly

*both laugh

*(y/n) reads the card and takes a shot after

why are you drinking? i'm the one answering

i know, i just needed that shot to prepare myself

[do you still have feelings for me?]

*jake turns red and reaches for a shot

moving on-

i'm answering

*(y/n) error404 please restart

*both cannot look each other in the eye

i don't know honestly? i still am kind of dumb with feelings but the reason why i say i don't know is because i'm trying to make sure that what i'm feeling for (y/n) is real?? like i actually do like them and not with the feeling ??

*(y/n) nods understanding what he meant

because wouldn't that be unfair to (y/n) ? saying you have feelings for them when you aren't really sure? i don't want that, i don't want to hurt (y/n) in any way or form

*(y/n) downs a shot and covers their face in embarrassment

why~ ?

*(y/n) narrows their eyes at jake and just hands him the card to read

*jake laughs

okay let's go,

[do you still think about what could've been?]

goddammit

*(y/n) takes a shot

*jake is basically just laughing at everything at this point, but that's okay he's cute when he laughs

yes, i do. i think what plagued me the most were 'what if?' questions. when i see my friends getting into relationships or hearing them talk about someone they've been seeing. i would often ask like "what if we just had confessed earlier?" "what if you never moved?" "what if we actually got together?" things like that

but i think my hardest 'what if' was "what if we just tried?"

*please put jake in rice he is not working

*he raises his glass to do a cheers

here's to painful confusion !

and dumb feelings~

*both take a shot

[question for both: do you regret that you guys didn't get together?]

honestly, no? i feel like if we did, we would be two completely different people right now?

yeah, i like who i am and who you are right now, so i don't think i regret it either.

and we were shit at romantic feelings

we aren't kidding, we really were

i feel bad for everyone who had to witness that phase in our lives

rip

*both laugh

[freestyle! ask any question you want]

hmm,,

don't think too much

no <3

*(y/n) rolls their eyes

okay, okay, i have one

this better be good sim.

[you said a while ago that it wasn't the right time for us before. how about now? do you think we're finally at the right time?]

.........

*(y/n) is speechless

*(y/n) downs a shot

jake don't ask me out on television

*jake bursts out laughing

i don't know jake, you tell me, you're the one confused with feelings.

... .. ... .

*(y/n) realizes what they said

*jake literally 👁👄👁

,,,, what?

*(y/n) clears their throat

huh?

nu uh, what did you just say ??

i haven't said anything yet?? are you okay?

*(y/n) looks at the crew around them that were covering their mouths preventing laughs and squeals

you definitely said something that meant you have feelings for me!

i did not! you need to get your ears checked

*(y/n) is blushing and is avoiding jake's intense look

[that's one way to end, huh?]

oh yay! we're done, good job everybody!

*(y/n) is hurrying to escape like a pokemon

*jake is still dumbfounded, poor guy

[is he okay?]

don't worry about him, he's rebooting

*jake glares adorably at (y/n)

we are talking after this

sorry i have plans, i need to water my dog

*(y/n) teases jake making him facepalm

[i think i smell another feature, but maybe as couples next time?]

*both blushes at the statement

that's all up to jake, director :D

*jake :O

honey, close your mouth, you'll catch flies

*jake wakes up at the term of endearment and his blush deepens

yah~ !

*(y/n) grins widely and waves to the camera

bye~

»————-　♡　————-«

bonus: youtube comments (peep last one)

masterlist ⸺ series masterlist

a/n: AAAA ENHA CB !! the enhypen dimension opens owo <3 anyways, i made jake's lighter since i couldn't make it angsty, he's too precious, i must protect him. also, my jake timestamp (oh worm?) received a lot of love, thank you !!! i hope you like this one as well~ sunoo's will be uploaded next !! please look forward to it <33

#enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhypen x reader #enhypen fluff #speak or shot #enhypen series #enhypen x gender neutral reader #sim jaeyun scenarios #sim jaeyun imagines #sim jake #sim jaeyun #enhypen jake #jake x reader #sim jaeyun x reader #enhypen jake imagines #enhypen jake scenarios #jake scenarios

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diavolosthots · 4 years ago

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Ahhh!! Requests are open!! Love everything you write 😭!

Though how would the brothers react to an g/n MC who acts monotone and just unresponsive with conversation with everybody but is the COMPLETE opposite when they're with Lucifer and/or Diavolo. Like, they joke around and is just simply a talkative and hyperactive human (they still help with what they can since that's what it takes to stick around those busy two).

How would the other brothers react the first time they see it and how would Lucifer react when he realizes what's happening.

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You know I wrote something similar before... And i really hope not everyone is gonna come at me with different sets of people everytime because if they do imma fight 😤 not you tho you're okay. Also MC is always GN unless smut is involved or certain body parts are mentioned. Also also I left Diavolo out of this

THE BROTHERS reacting to MC being monotone/uninterested with everyone except Lucifer

Lucifer:

Oof, the STROKE to his EGO is MASSIVE, but also mildly surprising. People are naturally attracted to him but they have a hard time also being attracted to his personality, more often than not, so this is definitely surprising. It’s almost like you’re willingly throwing yourself at his feet and you know how much he likes a submissive individual. Less time punishing, more time living is what he says! He probably has a soft spot for you although he will say not ALL of his brothers deserve the monotone personality… mainly Beel. Beel is an angel, most days.

Mammon:

After everything he has done and THIS is how you repay him?! He was your protector from the beginning on! HE was your first! And you go to Lucifer? The guy that threatened to kill you not once, but twice?! What? Not that he would ever say that out loud but it really does bother him, like, a lot. Also, how can anyone have a good time with Lucifer? Like? That guy is basically a grandpa. Old people aren’t fun.

Leviathan:

SO he never brings much hope into potential friendships/serious relationships anyway, but it’s a special kind of hurt when you prefer Lucifer over him, like? Levi can at least bring you fun video games and animes. You know what Lucifer can bring? Paperwork and a fucked up back. Doesn’t seem like a win to him, why does it to you? Also he’s just jealous that the eldest took another one of his potential-but-not-so-potential friends.

Satan:

Don’t ever speak to him or his cats or his books or in his immediate proximity ever again. Obviously you lack taste, a set of eyes, AND common sense if you surround yourself with the likes of Losifer McJerkface. You know what? Continue to be uninterested and monotone with him. He never liked you anyway. You probably share the stick Losifer has stuck up his ass, anyway. Have fun getting rid of that infection.

Asmodeus:

Listen, he totally gets it. Lucifer is obviously attractive and he does have SOME moments -- every once in a millennia -- that prove he has a sense of humor, but also??? Hello??? You’re being very short and ‘whatever’ with the sexiest demon in the Devildom!? Is it the fact that he’s so attractive? Don’t worry MC, you are too!! You just don’t know it yet! Honestly the chances of Asmo just accepting this are pretty slim but he also won’t throw a temper tantrum like some crazy child, unlike some of his other brothers.

Beelzebub:

What did he ever do to you, besides threaten to eat you???? Honestly he’s just more confused than anything, but also mildly annoyed. Out of everyone, he has probably been the nicest and most respectful, and yet you choose Lucifer? Part of him gets it, really. He himself looks up to Lucifer a LOT but he also realizes where everyone else is coming from because Lucifer is NOT a people person. He can fake it pretty well but honestly he judges everyone, let’s be real. How are you so easy going with him? More importantly, why is Lucifer also so easy going with you?

Belphegor:

Whatever. He’ll be salty about this for the next five centuries or so. Long enough for you to die but also for him to spit on your grave. He even apologized for killing you! He was truly sorry, too, but then he found out you have a soft spot for Lucifer and he stopped trying. No point in wasting energy on you if you’re going off with the second manwhore of the Devildom, right? He can spend his days taking naps instead.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios #cheys headcanons #asmodeus obey me #belphegor obey me #mammon obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me leviathan #satan obey me #obey me beelzebub

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b0rista · 4 years ago

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— 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐄, 𝐒𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐀, 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐍, & 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐎 𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐃. ˚ ༘♡ ·˚ ₊

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: language, because i can't form sentences without using "fuck" every other word JDJD.

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: i only made this modern because i desperately wanted to include marco to the fullest leave me aloneEffsg. gn! reader, and i went pretty lengthy on this one so beneath the cut is where the headcanons start :)

𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓: bearbrickjia on instagram!

by far, the best friend group to have. everyone balances one another out, and it's a perfectly imperfect mesh of teenagers.

there's jean, the group's centerpiece. he's the alpha of the posse, usually working as their own personal line leader whenever they're caught doing something as a group. he'll never admit it, but he's also the dad friend. of course, he's more of a "i wish i never gave birth to you oh my god please leave me alone also i love you" type than the stereotypical dad friend.

there's marco, the glue holding the group together. unsurprisingly, he's the calm, kindhearted support system that balances out the cokeheads, keeping them all sturdy. without a doubt, the group would fall apart without him. they need him, okay!! and by "them," i mean jean and yourself. marco, never change.

following up, there's connie & sasha, the wonder twins. their roles are pretty self explanatory, given their natural rambunctiousness. they're the two that hang out outside of the group the most, for obvious reasons. they're the crackhead siblings that bring life to the group, despite the hot water they typically land the others in. through their antics and their comic relief, they're irreplaceable. still, it's easy to want to strangle them sometimes.

next, there's you! because you're the reader, i won't name any specifics, but you're greatly cherished. you mark your place in the crew through various ways, having a unique relationship with each and every member. when he's in need of a breather outside of his typical nest (AKA marco), jean hits your line. if you're needing any kind of assistance with literally anything ever, marco's there to help. craving some chaos? bitch, connie & sasha have GOT YOU.

the main hangout spot is jean's house, 100%. not only has his mom practically adopted the whole squad, but there's only two people living there, so it isn't crowded. connie banned literally all four of you from his place, lmao. there was too many people there, and his family lives to humiliate him.

the group has this one policy, set down by yourself and jean: four piece maximum. this is directed solely towards sasha, of course, considering her tendency to raid her friends' fridges entirely of any food. if she's ever caught rummaging through a fridge for longer than necessary, it's the home owner's duty to shout, "four piece minimum!"

^ it never fails to startle her 😭. one time, she hit her head so hard on the fridge ceiling at jean's house she had to use a bag of frozen peas to soothe the swelling.

then, she proceeded to eat the thawed out peas. jean gagged.

the inside jokes? endless. all it takes is one word from a single event, and the five of you are losing your shit. it's cute, to be honest, how overzealous you all get from a single instance from months ago.

"ha. heh. hee."

"what is it?"

"ngGhh,, chEDDAR TIDDIES-"

"AHHHHHAGAGSHHDJF-"

if there are any inside jokes formed between two group members that isn't shared with the rest of them, there will be immediate bitterness. one time, you and sasha were giggling to yourselves over some druggie named jerry who'd tried selling baskets of rotten cherries to the two of you during a gas station haul— the boys were not having it. what the fuck were you doing without them, "friends"?

right before starting your guys' senior year of highschool, the five of you were on a group facetime when you all sent your schedules into group chat. due to the scarceness of your soon-to-be-majors, absolutely none of you had any classes together. you had a single lunch period with connie while marco had one with jean, but that was about it. it was,, a dramatic discovery. sasha fucking screamed.

"i have nothing with nobody!"

"calm down, sash-"

"you have lunch with y/n! LUNCH! that's my place, lunch. this is despicable, this is evil, this is a braus hate crime-"

yeah, she didn't take it that well. it's okay, doe. the four of you made a special effort during your passing periods, giving sasha enough of a fix for her to make it through each and every day.

it isn't like the five of you don't hang out outside of the classroom, either!! if you hadn't already made plans during that week, the weekend is where you absolutely thrive as a group. study sessions that always shift into exclusive house parties, lunches spent at your favorite places, the occasional visit to the movie theater, and so on. with a mini crowd like that, it's hard for any of you to get bored.

jean's hopeless crush on mikasa is a big factor in your friendship. when everyone minus marco (because he's an angel) isn't mercilessly teasing him, you're all trying to actually help the fucker score the girl. from talking him up obnoxiously enough whereas she'll hear, or flat out telling her to give him a chance, it's an actual effort. though, it's unfortunately all to no avail. shawty's too smitten with eren to even consider her options.

^ with that being said, the four of you have to give jean the "there are other fish in the sea" scoop more often than you'd like to admit.

group cuddles. that's that.

because he's the tallest and therfore the longest (probably, depending on your height), everybody has a chosen body part of jean's to latch onto during naps. connie has one leg while you have the other, and sasha keeps her head rested on his shoulder. marco's at the very bottom, entangling his legs in your own. somehow, this is heaven for jean. he'll never admit to it, though. as far as any of you are concerned, he HATES IT.

ranking from #1 as the best and #5 as the worst, these are the rated group therapists: ⇩︎

#1: marco. self explanatory, he's an amazing listener and provides supremely good advice. that, and he'd literally rather die than let any of his friends internalize anything they're dying to let loose.

#2: you. really, you're just a lot better than jean or connie. sasha's okay at it, but she's not the best at rationalizing, leaving you at second best. basically, when marco isn't available, you're where the freak shows go. marco goes to you about things, too.

#3: sasha. again, she's just a loT better than the final two. sasha's a sweetheart! she's empathetic, and nonjudgmental. we love her in this house.

#4: connie. also somewhat of a sweetheart, although not as much as sasha. he'll drop a shit ton of humor into serious conversations, making them just a tad bit more tolerable.

#5: jean. look, he's a great friend! however, he isn't all that empathetic, and he'll have some trouble understanding. still, he would try his hardest to make you or the other three feel better :,)).

in a modern universe, i know damn well connie's a half-assed stoner 30% of the time. he doesn't light up all that often, and he doesn't tell anybody about it, even you guys. mainly because marco will grill him for it DJFK. however, you stumbled upon his mini marijuana stash and he was like ahh, shit. you didn't really care doe, his secret is safe with you. you, however, now have DIRT on him.

matching bracelets that you all made for eachother yEars ago but never wear 🥺🥺.

many, many, many poly relationship jokes. only jokes, though. some people take it too literally, which y'all just laugh at.

there's a miniature rivalry going on between you and another nearby friend group: reiner, bertholdt, annie, ymir, and christa. of course, all of you are friends, it's all fun in games— most of the time, anyway. it's a funny rivalry, and you guys go at it quite a bit.

one of your guys' most intense debates is whether or not marco has freckles on his dick.

he,, refuses to show any of you, or even anSweR you.

"you act like we can't just check whenever we use the urinals, man."

"CONNIE-"

now, marco refuses to go to the bathroom at the same time as any of the boys <\33.

the group band? black eyed peas.

#aot #attack on titan #aot x reader #attack on titan headcanons #aot scenario #aot headcanons #jean kirschtien #marco bodt #connie springer #sasha braus #snk #shingeki no kyojin #snk headcanons #snk x reader #jean kirstein #sasha blouse

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cheolbooluvr · 4 years ago

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two goals

part of the confession series

pairing: dino/lee chan x gn!reader

genre: fluff, soccer player!dino, nerdy!reader, friends to lovers!au

warnings: none

word count: 1.7k (a little longer than my other confession stories oops-)

a/n: this one’s for all my dinonaras out there, i hope you enjoy! dino really struck me as the type to go into something with full confidence only to start second guessing himself, and i tried to portray that here. anyways, he’s an absolute sweetie either way ^^

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You thought your friendship with Chan was unlikely, though it was very common for stories and movies, actually. He was one of the top scorers on his soccer team and everybody loved him. It was easy for him to get people on his side with his blinding smile, including you. The two of you were assigned to be lab partners in chemistry for the year and initially you were skeptical of being partnered with a jock, but he proved to you that someone could be attractive and smart.

It was a textbook cliche, the nerd and the athlete, yet you didn’t seem to mind, and neither did he. In fact, hanging out with you was a refreshing change to his friends who were sometimes a little too dumb for his liking. You were at his house studying for the chemistry test you had next week. Your shoulders were starting to ache from slouching so much and suddenly you felt a pair of hands on them. Chan pulled your shoulders back and pushed your back forward so you would stop slouching.

“It’s bad for you,” is all he said. Chan sat down next to you and looked at your textbook. He could have used his own, but he was too lazy and figured he could just look off yours instead. It was impossible to ignore the way your bodies were barely touching, making contact with every small movement either of you made. You stared long and hard at the words of your textbook, but it was all just a blur. “Do you have photographic memory or something?”

“What?” You broke your gaze to look at him who was staring right back with a mischievous smile on his face.

“Why are you staring so intently at the book?”

“I’m studying,” you told him, pushing him away. His laugh was hearty and one of the things you loved most about him. You couldn’t listen to him laugh without laughing yourself, no matter how unfunny whatever it was he was laughing at.

Suddenly he stood up. “You want some ice cream?”

“We’re supposed to be studying,” you replied.

Chan threw his hands up in defense. “I didn’t know it was illegal to eat ice cream,” he snickered.

“Shut up.”

“You want some or not?”

“Fine,” you caved. “What kind?”

“We have coffee, strawberry, and chocolate.”

“Strawberry, please and thanks,” you said, turning your attention back to your notebook. You were so focused on trying not to focus on him, but your mind failed you anyways. Instead of learning the formulas for titrations, you were fixated on Chan’s contagious smile. It was no help when he put the ice cream down in front you with a huge grin.

“Take a break,” he whined.

You scoffed and picked up the ice cream. “Thank you,” you said, giving him a small smile. His heart skipped a beat at the way your face lit up when you put the spoonful of ice cream in your mouth. It was at that moment that he knew what he had to do.

“Are you coming to the game on Saturday?” he asked you.

You looked at him as if he had just asked the stupidest question. “Of course I’m coming,” you responded. “I wouldn’t miss the championship game for the world.”

“Okay, good,” he sighed in relief. “I was worried you would rather study than come support me.” That earned him a playful punch to his left arm at which he winced in pain.

“You’re dumb if you think that.”

“Let’s make a bet.”

“What? Why?”

“Come on, it’ll be fun,” he whined.

“What is there to bet?”

“I bet that I’ll score at least two goals.”

You tilted your head and replied, “Chan, that’s not that hard for you.”

“It’s really not as easy as it seems.”

“Fine, what happens if you score two goals?”

“You have to hear me out until the end.”

“Hear you out? About what?”

“You’ll find out if I score two goals,” he said, a smirk creeping onto his face.

“And if you don’t?”

“Then I guess you’ll never hear what I have to say.”

“I don’t really see how I gain anything from this bet.”

“You don’t necessarily lose anything either,” he countered. You shrugged and nodded. He had a point, so you agreed to the bet.

———

Saturday came and you watched anxiously from the bleachers as the clock neared the end of the second half of the soccer game. The score was tied 1:1 and Chan had scored the first goal. You had forgotten about the bet, and really there was no reason for you to remember it at all. You weren’t sure what Chan had to tell you but you figured it wasn’t that important. He traipsed down the field, weaving between his opponents with ease as he moved the ball at his feet. He passed it to a teammate before sprinting down the field with his arm up to signal he was open. One swift pass back and he was running down the field like his life depended on it. You held your breath as he pulled his foot back and kicked the ball.

You didn’t realize you were gripping your hands together so tightly until your knuckles became white. The ball flew past the goalkeeper and landed in the net with ease. Chan shouted and threw his fists in the air before pointing at you. You blushed at his open display and looked away. His teammates swarmed him within a blink of an eye, picking him up and slapping his back with joy. They returned to the center field with only minutes left and the opponents quickly started the play in order to even the score. After about five minutes of overtime, the referee blew his whistle and waved his arms in the air to signal the end of the game. The team stormed the field and picked up Chan, throwing him in the air. You walked down to the field with the other fans and waited to congratulate him. The moment he saw you, he managed to escape his teammates and run over to you.

Before you knew it, he had swept you into his arms and twirled you around. He didn’t give you time to process as you wrapped your arms around his sweaty neck. He put you down and apologized for being sweaty, but you didn’t mind, nor did you really care. Your heart was racing.

“Two goals,” he said, holding up two fingers and smiling brightly at you.

You laughed and shrugged. “Congrats! Guess I’ll get to find out what you have to say.” Just then, you froze when you felt ice water touch your skin. The boys had meant to just dump the water all over Chan, but seeing how you were so close, you were a casualty by proximity. His face was shocked but he couldn’t help but laugh it off, he was too happy about having just won the championship game. But more than that, he was happy that you were there. The rest of the boys hooted and hollered as they pushed him around and celebrated.

You waited patiently at the edge of the field as they awarded the boys with medals, starting with the runners up and ending with the champions. Chan’s wide grin was enough to send you to the moon, but he really put you over the edge when he winked at you. Maybe it was an accident, but it didn’t matter. You were infatuated with the boy.

It was a breezy spring day and though you were initially warm, the cold water mixed with the wind made you shiver. Chan seemed to notice and as soon as the ceremony was over, he grabbed his things and ran over to you again.

“Are you cold?” You shook your head but he knew better. He pulled out a dry towel and patted your face dry before handing you the towel. He put his hand around your shoulder and led you to the locker rooms where you waited for him. After the rest of the team had quickly gathered their things and left, Chan poked his head out of the door. He gestured for you to come in.

Your footsteps were light, but your heart felt heavy. You weren’t quite sure what was going on, but he motioned for you to sit on the bench. He paced around and took a deep breath, running his hands through his hair.

“Look,” he said, his voice low. “I’m going to be honest with you.”

“Honest about what—”

“Ah-ah,” he stopped you, waving his finger in your face. “You have to listen to me until the very end.”

You nodded.

“I like you.” You froze wondering if you heard him correctly. He was looking directly into your eyes and his gaze had never felt so intense. “I’ve liked you for a while now, but I wanted to wait for the right time to tell you. I wasn’t sure how to go about it, and I thought I should just be honest. It’s okay if you don’t like me back, but I wanted to tell you and get it off my chest. And if you don’t like me back, don’t worry. We can still be friends.”

“Chan—”

“It’s not a big deal. Or if you need time to think about it…” At this point, the poor boy was just rambling and you couldn’t help but laugh and pity him. He started so strong, but you could see that the nerves were getting to him. It was endearing really, the way he fidgeted with his shorts. You gripped the towel he had given you earlier and looked at him.

“Chan—”

“It’s fine, you don’t need to tell me right now. Actually, let’s just forget it happened—”

You had to save him from digging his own grave. “I like you, too.”

He stopped in his tracks and was looking at you in disbelief. “This isn’t a joke, you know?”

Laughter spilled out of your mouth. “I’m not kidding either.” You stood up and placed the towel around his neck, pulling him close to you. “I said, I like you, too.”

“That’s a relief,” he said with his signature grin as he leaned in closer to you.

#seventeen #seventeen fluff #seventeen imagine #seventeen scenarios #seventeen au #seventeen fanfic #seventeen fanfiction #svt fanfic #svt fic #svt #svt dino #svt lee chan #lee dino #lee chan #dino fanfic #dino fic #lee chan fanfic #lee chan fic #dino x reader

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moonlit-imagines · 4 years ago

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Headcanons for being a younger Avenger and mentoring Kamala

Kamala Khan x reader

warnings: avengers game spoilers, guns

a/n: so excited about this one; i made y/n just a bit older (and gn!) so that they’re in their mid-early teens during a-day! hope thats okie doke! reader has electrokinesis. this accidentally got really detailed

prompt: anonymous: “Hey there! Would you mind writing HCs for the Avengers Game about female reader being a young Avenger (around 17) and mentoring Kamala Khan?”

you were just a kid yourself when you joined the avengers

and you were an inspiration to kids around the world

“does SHIELD think nothing of child labor laws?” -bruce

the avengers became your family

and seeing what you could do...they knew you could handle yourself

and then a-day happened

the day started off so perfect

and the kids went ballistic over seeing you

“y/h/n! look, it’s y/h/n!”

“can i get a picture?”

“hi, guys! of course you can!”

but there was one kid who stuck out among the rest

kamala khan

“you’re the one who wrote about the sewers, right? i freaking loved it! may i just say your art is amazing?”

“r-really?”

“oh, yeah! and the part where you had thor spin mjölnir to push water towards the sewer lizards so i could shock them? genius!”

she could not wait to tell abu about what you had just said

you obviously took a selfie with her and handed her a little pin with your own “icon” on it

but your world got turned upside down that day

the battle was one you’d never forget

and the fighting with your own teammates afterwards would haunt you for years to come

“what do you know, y/n?! you’re just a kid!” -tony

“oh yeah? im one of the only functioning members of this team!”

“everybody calm down. y/n makes a good point, but—” -nat

“thank you”

“...but there’s some stuff you should leave up to us. you really shouldn’t have to take on so much responsibility” -nat

“she’s right, y/n. this was our fault” -bruce

“are you kidding me?! i’m just as guilty as the rest of you, i’m an equal member of this team! for years we’ve dealt with this together, taken the blame together! what’s changed?”

“y/n...you saw what we did out there. that changed everything...” -bruce

you technically were an inhuman, just not terrigen-based

didnt matter to AIM, they took dr. pym for god’s sake

so you had to run, you were on your own for a while

a long while

you laid low for five years, most boring five years of your life

at least you still had your life, though. it just wasn’t what it used to be

but you got a message one day

“‘tiny dancer,’ huh? my moneys on either nat or tony. nah, tony would have chosen ‘rocket man.’”

you couldn’t be sure, maybe it was just a random shield agent...maybe hank pym? god, this was crazy

the message brought you to, uh, cap’s memorial statue

and there was a young girl arguing with a couple of boys...an inhuman!

you hopped in and saved her, she seemed scared

“hey, kid, you alright?”

“y/h/n? is it really you?”

she seemed vaguely familiar

“are you tiny dancer?”

“no, i thought you might be? they sent you here, too?”

there wasn’t much time to chat, AIM was onto you

you two unfortunately got split up for a minute, but you were practically raised by the notorious clint barton and natasha romanoff, and various other spies

yes, you planted a tracker on her

and met her at the bus stop!

“you found me?”

“that i did, kamala. see, i do remember you”

“that is so cool! i mean—not almost getting killed, or the guy with the big head...”

“what guy? you need to tell me everything”

the whole busride was a bit overwhelming. kamala explained the resistance clues, her powers, her undying admiration for the avengers, you name it

but it made you feel good to know that there were people out there that didn’t hate you

“so what was it like? being the teenage avenger?”

“uh, it was...it was really cool. i felt like i was one-of-a-kind. but sometimes people didn’t take me seriously, it was kind of aggravating”

“yeah, no one takes me seriously either...”

“you know, depending on how this all goes, i might be able to give you a few pointers”

“really?! that’d be great!”

once you got to utah...you saw the chimera

it brought back some bad memories, kamala could tell

“you okay?”

“me? yeah, im good. just thinking...okay, well, do you have a plan on how to get yourself across all of this?”

“actually, i do!”

it was kind of creepy in there, but when you laid your eyes on caps shield, you kind of broke

“do you hear something, what it that?”

“...hulk. kamala, you need to get out of here, i’ll catch up to you, i swear”

she didn’t leave in time, so she got to see the greener side of bruce. you chased him back and tried to get bruce back

meanwhile, kamala found AIM troops...oops

bruce cooled off and man was he doing rough

“y/n, is that really you?”

“yeah, its me. surprise. how long have you been the big guy?”

“too long...a few years”

“jesus, im sorry. i’ll be right back, though. some kid brought me here, i gotta go get her. you kinda scared her off”

she was passed out when you got to her

but bruce is a doctor, he’d figure it out

“i could give her a little shock to wake her up, you know?”

“oh, i know. just let her rest for a minute. she needs it”

“right...well im gonna take a look around, maybe go see what i left behind. i could power the place up, but we’re missing some parts to actually get this thing running. best i can do is lights and doors”

you turned the little things on and turns out did leave a decent amount of stuff in here

your first pair of pistols that nat gave you, the gigantic stein that thor gifted you for your 13th birthday, gadgets tony needed an “extra boost” for *bzzt*, a note from cap that just said “good luck, y/n, you’re going to do great!” you cant even remember what it was he was referring to. you just missed him

kamala walked in while you were shuffling around and cleaning the place up

“hey, dr. banner wanted me to come get you. is this your room?”

“that it is, and it’s a huge mess. this is literally all my belongings ever”

bruce had his plan and you just went along, helping kamala out as you go

“baby steps, kam, don’t want you to pass out. but don’t worry, happens to the best of us” -you

“really? you pass out too?” -kamala

“oh yeah, for sure. tell her bruce, remember that time we had thor overcharge me to literally make me an EMP? and tony was busy listening to music so he wouldn’t get out of the blast radius and his armor shut down? so he was out of commission and i had just collapsed from it all? good times”

“y/n, we thought you died” -bruce

this hc is so long omg — anyways you guys ended up finding tony and it was sort of entertaining but he kinda punched bruce and then hugged you

“you got so big”

“shut up, tony”

you kinda harbored some bad feelings since none of the avengers did anything to help you once they started rounding up inhumans (but you still missed them)

getting attacked again

“okay, kamala, remember what i said about baby steps. dont overdo it. i trust you with this!”

“thank you, y/n! uh—oh my god!”

aaaanyways you went to the ant hill to see hank and pick up some supplies, boy was it great to see some familiar faces, then back the the chimera you went to fix it all up

“can you hold that right there for me, kamala? thanks. i think that just about does it. now i have a surprise for you...your own room!”

you helped kamala get it nice and tidy while talking about each other’s lives, she really did remind you of yourself when you became an avenger. excited, scared, underestimated, all of that. and she begged you to share some mission stories, so you obviously did

“you know, if you stick around for a while, you’re gonna have some cool stories, too. maybe even a kickass costume.”

“oh! a costume, ive got that sorta covered. check it out. a burkini, muslim women wear it for swimming and stuff. my mom got it for me”

“love it. soon we’ll find you a fitting name and update the suit, but seriously, this was the perfect way to go. you look great”

“you think so? i don’t know if i feel that cool. maybe i should try something else?”

“if that’s how you feel, you don’t have to stick to it. you can experiment all you want! but i really think you did awesome on this. come on, pose with me! and hey, i like your pins.”

at this point, you’d do anything for kamala, she reminded you so much of yourself. you would have killed for a mentor your age back in the day.

natasha was in fact tiny dancer...called it

“oh, god, y/n. you’re all grown up...im sorry we left you alone. but if it makes you feel better, i always kept an eye on you”

“well, i kind of took on a protégé...she’s like your grand-protégé. kam, c’mere”

after thor finally came back, everyone started fighting again and ditched, it felt so familiar. but you couldn’t leave kamala behind, you swore to yourself that you couldn’t do that.

she was so good for this team

MODOK was defeated (by kamala herself) but there was so much left to do, tons of threats to extinguish, training to accomplish

“y/n, tony won’t turn his dad rock off! he overrode the speakers in my room”

“oh, it’s on. get chastity’s fabric dye and bleach pens. we’re gonna start some trouble”

she gave you a high five one time and nearly broke your arm

sending each other tiny hand memes

“hey, ms. m, how’re your parents? doing okay without their favorite super-daughter?”

“my abu doesn’t stop texting me actually, says my family is super proud of me. it’s a nice change of pace”

you take her on covert missions for field training, it was Educational(tm)

*elevator music playing* “so...what do you want for dinner? i was thinking we could ask thor to barbecue”

sleepovers in her room that just turn into her showing you her superhero merch, listening to music, prank lists, sneaking off to the HARM room for hand-to-hand combat training and power experiments, thinking up new costume designs

“tip: you always need backup suits, you never know what you’re gonna run into out there. one time tony pushed me into a tower of paint cans and they spilled all over me. steve yelled at him for two hours afterwards. worst mission ever, except steve said ‘motherfucker’ and i have never recovered from the emotions of that day”

“wow, i wish i could have been there for that”

“don’t worry, kami, you’ll see some crazy ‘team bonding’ along the way”

she geeks out about captain marvel sometimes

“hey, i’ve got a book carol gave to me about ‘teens taking responsibility.’ you wanna read it?”

“is it any good?”

“i don’t know, i only read the first two pages”

you ended up having a true heart-to-heart with her after one mission when she made a mistake that nearly cost you guys the mission. you told her that not every mission is going to go perfect, each avenger had slipped up in the field, and she had just started, shes not going to be perfect

“i am literally always here if you need anything. i know what it feels like to be a teenager among legends, but trust me, you’ve made it this far and you’ve proven how much of a badass you are. i know you can take anything that gets thrown at you”

kamala said she makes vegan nachos and yeah she makes vegan nachos

you guys have to hide from the rest of the team when she makes them bc they eat ALL OF THEM

gaff (the SHEILD vendor) has you test his gear, you recommend gear to kamala

you were so excited to guide kamala on her journey of heroism

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