#aw ​look at them. they're buds now!!

[viviettewritesthings]

I've been laughing so hard at the N and Arven event in Pokemon Masters since it came out 😭😭

THE OMINOUS MUSIC WHEN N WALKED OUT. THE WAY IT PLAYED HIS THEME AS HE CHASED AFTER HIM. I'M SOBBING.

Then the part immediately afterwards where N chased Arven all around Pasio 😭😭

"I think this is far enough..."

"Will you talk to.me about your cooking now, Arven?"

"WAUGH????"

This event really shows how N, as stated in B2W2, understands the hearts of Pokemon but not the hearts of people 😭😭

It's okay though they're friends now 🥰🥰

Two of my favorite characters are somewhat canonically best friends now 🥹🥹

[ikarakie]

mike has a panic attack.

it's sudden and it's terrifying and eddie has no idea what to do. one minute they're all yelling and laughing and just playing d&d, and the next, mike is collapsing to the floor struggling to breathe. gasping out the same two names over and over again. the panic attacks eddie's had before were never, never this bad. for a fucking awful moment he thinks he's about to watch wheeler die.

lucas stays with him, crouched by his side and talking in gentle tones. murmuring words of assurance that, while good, don't seem to reach his friend. dustin had sprinted out of the room yelling into a walkie talkie as soon as mike went down, so eddie has no fucking idea what he's up to. not that he's able to focus on much other than the kid (because, god, he's so young, what the hell has happened to him?) trying and failing to just breathe.

he tries the shit that worked for him, trying to get him to breathe in time with his counts, but it's like mike's ears are full of cotton. there's not even a hint of recognition in his eyes as either him or lucas speak.

dustin returns exactly three minutes later, trailed by the last guy eddie would've ever expected to walk through the doors of hellfire club. steve harrington zeroes in on mike like a hawk, crosses the room quickly and crouches in front of him. lucas scoots away, visibly relieved to see steve, so eddie reluctantly does the same. mike's knees are to his chest and he's heaving sobs so powerful they wrack his entire body. for about thirty infuriating seconds, steve just watches.

"oh god- oh fuck- fuck- will, will-" mike is saying, through stilted breaths. "will, el- el- i can't- they're-"

"mike." steve's voice is like honey, low and soothing in a way lucas' can't be yet. mike snaps his gaze up, finally proving his ears work. "where are you right now?"

"hawkins lab-" mike chokes, and eddie just listens, dumbfounded. "hawkins- starcourt- fuck-"

"no," steve says gently. mike stares at him, slightly less glazed. "where are you?" he asks again, a little more pointed. a few seconds pass. mike's eyes dart around the room.

"hellfire." he whispers, barely audible. steve nods, asks if he can come closer, if he can touch mike. the kid nods frantically, and then his hands are being peeled from where they were curled protectively against his chest. they're placed against steve's instead, and they spend the next few minutes breathing in tandem. harrington demonstrating and mike doing his best to follow.

his breathing eventually evens out, thank god, and the heart-wrenching sobs simmer down into quiet tears. mike all but throws himself into the embrace steve offers, tucking his head under the guy's chin and seemingly making himself as small as possible.

"it's okay, you're okay." steve promises, speaking into mike's hair as he gently rocks them back and forth. "they're okay. they're just fine, both of them. you looked after them so well, bud." he keeps whispering reassurances and sweet, kind words into the little cocoon he's crafted. mike stays curled up there for a while, making a wet patch on steve's shoulder.

then finally sounding more like himself, grumbles, "just 'cos we're hugging doesn't mean i like you." after maybe four or five minutes have passed. steve just huffs a laugh, because despite his words, mike is still clutching steve's arms as he pulls back.

"of course not." steve agrees. mike smiles as his hair is carefully ruffled. turns and reaches for dustin and lucas, who waste no time in piling themselves onto their friend. steve doesn't go far though, keeping a hand in the hair at the nape of mike's neck.

it's only then that he finally makes eye contact with eddie, who's watched the whole thing go down with a sick curiosity. because... who was this guy? this was not king steve, or the asshole, cookie-cutter jock steve harrington that eddie knew of. eddie had thought dustin's nickname for him of 'number one babysitter' had been an exaggeration; that maybe he'd watched them a grand total of three times back when he and nancy wheeler dated, and dustin had developed some fixation on him.

but... no, here he was. having brought hard ass michael wheeler down from easily the worst panic attack eddie had ever seen with the ease of someone who's done it a million times. (and wasn't that a harrowing thought?)

"you mind cutting it a bit early tonight, man?" he asks, softly, and it takes eddie a second to register that he's speaking to him. "i know you've still got, like, 20 minutes, but-"

"no, no," eddie cuts him off, kind of desperate for wheeler to get home and rest. "shit, man. that was... yeah, of course, take him." steve smiles appreciatively (an annoyingly pretty expression eddie never imagined him capable of, let alone directing at him), and turns back to the kiddie hug pile.

"hey, boys? mike?" he calls, all gentle and warm. it makes eddie's heart ache; even more so when all three turn to steve with big, shiny eyes. mike's peek out from dustin's arms. "how about we head off now, and stop at that payphone on the corner of glenview on the way home? give the byers a call in california?"

mike nods, hinging on desperate. dustin and lucas give him one more good squeeze before agreeeing themselves. steve corrals them all up, bids a fucking goodnight to the present company, (plus an extra one for eddie specfically), and shuffles them out of the room. eddie, and the rest of hellfire, are left stunned in the wake of babysitter harrington.

(when mike tries to apologise the next day, eddie absolutely refuses to accept it- and, at lucas' timid request, writes the mind flayer he'd introduced out of the campaign entirely. the next session, it's like the thing never existed.)

[tobiasdrake]

Fun Fact: Even in space, ACAB.

Let's talk about Jaco: The Galactic Patrolman, a somewhat more obscure manga compared to Dragon Ball that Akira Toriyama wrote in its setting.

For the most part, this is a short and fairly simple story. It's primarily a character drama, with the developing relationship between Jaco and the scientist Omori as its central focus.

The manga is surprisingly vague about its connections to Dragon Ball for nearly all of its length, until its final chapter. Jaco is here on Earth to thwart some vague threat sent to the planet from a world of hostile aliens. It's only at the end of the manga that we learn he's talking about Goku.

Galactic Patrol detected an Attack Ball leaving Planet Vegeta and making its way to Earth, so they sent Jaco to... assess the situation and then make a decision about whether or not to do anything.

In his defense, the Saiyans are the most powerful race in the universe. I can understand why he doesn't want to fuck with a full-grown Saiyan warrior. Nobody wants to fuck with a full-grown Saiyan warrior. The most that the finest police force in the universe can do against Saiyans is to try and nip them in the bud when they're babies.

It's interesting that Galactic Patrol doesn't have Scouter technology. I wonder if that proprietary? Frieza might have a patent.

But at the same time, I don't want to be too sympathetic to Jaco because. Well. He sucks.

Galactic Patrol sucks. That's kind of the bit. Jaco is a self-absorbed little shit, utterly devoid of empathy or compassion for the people he polices. He's stranded on Earth right now because he wasn't watching the road while driving.

Jaco's a prick, but what little we learn about Galactic Patrol as a whole doesn't make them sound much better.

This one time Jaco accidentally pressed the Extinction Bomb when he wasn't supposed to and wiped out a planet. Hoo boy, was his boss mad! Gave him a real talking to before giving him another Extinction Bomb and putting him back on patrol.

Universe isn't going to police itself, y'know. Someone's gotta be out there very occasionally trying to stop those real estate genocides.

For his part, Jaco's in it for the aesthetic. He likes the image of being a cop, and he spends his time practicing looking cool for when he presumably dispenses justice upon the criminal element.

But his interactions with the common people are filled with condescension and menace.

Like I said, this is the bit. Jaco is a self-important thug with a badge, with the initial conflict stemming as much from trying to keep him from doing something awful to the community under his jurisdiction as from trying to solve his problem.

Ostensibly here to protect Earth from the impending arrival of a Saiyan threat, he is as much a threat to this community as the invader he's here to assess. Without Omori there to guide him, he'd be killing people left and right.

He fits in pretty well with the cast of Dragon Ball, many of whom at least begin their tenure with a degree of amorality to them. Omori himself is a bitter misanthrope ironically thrust into the position of having to convince Jaco not to kill people.

And then there's the manga's biggest Dragon Ball connection: The introduction of Tights.

Any reader who's been picking up on the Dragon Ball-ness of this universe will know immediately where Tights came from. Her name pun gives the game away. Just like how the final chapter clarifies Jaco's target as the young Goku, we get to see the familiar faces of Tights's family as well.

Bulma basically solves the entire plot singlehandedly.

Even as a little kid, the universe's greatest heretic remains unparalleled in the field of game-breaking super-intelligence. Bulma OP do not nerf.

Again, this speaks to how little of the manga is actually about the plot. If this were a story-driven manga, having a character from another manga show up in the final issue and solve the plot in the span of two pages would be pretty disappointing. But since the plot is just an excuse to make these characters interact with one another, it doesn't really matter.

We aren't here for the story; We're here for the relationship between Jaco, Omori, and Tights. With that in mind, Baby Bulma waddling up and going "I fixed the spaceship; Are you stupid or something?" is hysterical.

For her part, Tights lives up to her family legacy of being super-brilliant.

She graduated from college at 16. She's a genius like the rest of the family. What she's not is interested in science and technology. Possibly as a justification for why we've never heard of her before, Tights goes against the mold for her family.

She honestly seems like something of a free spirit. She lives in East City when we meet her, famously the city that Nappa wiped off the map, while Capsule Corp and Bulma's family are out in West City. Rather than a scientist, she works as a body double for a famous pop idol.

As a publicity stunt, they're going to launch an idol into space. Tights's job is to impersonate the idol so she can die in the inevitable disaster instead. She is bizarrely chill with being paid a huge sum of money to get stupidly killed. Much like Bulma, Tights has a terrible sense of self-preservation and is willing to take on incredible risk for the sake of achieving a personal goal.

Tights is the best character in the manga. An aspiring sci-fi novelist who agreed to probably die in space for the sake of the experience. This family gives zero fucks.

And then there's Omori himself.

Despite its title, Omori is basically the main character of this manga. He's the one whose life situation is most heavily scrutinized. This is his status quo that Jaco and Tights enter. Similarly, Omori is the character who undergoes personal transformation as his experiences with Jaco and Tights help him find hope in connections with other people again.

The three characters click really well together. So well, in fact, that Dragon Ball would end up recycling the setup of Super Alien/Crotchety Old Man/Spunky Young Woman for one of the best dynamics they ever wrote.

This is not a copy/paste; Cheelai, Leemo, and Broly are all distinctly separate characters. but you can still feel the barebones aesthetic of Tights, Omori, and Jaco in their dynamic.

So. Yeah. Overall, for what it is, it's a cute little short story about a group of characters just living lives in the world of Dragon Ball. It's the kind of thing that the franchise needs more of, and still does to this day: An opportunity to flesh out the universe a little but also just to let us live in it through the eyes of someone else.

[imagine-knowing-a-name]

It's Not A Phase

Summary: You've been dating Wanda for a while now, long enough that she wants to introduce you to the Avengers. Common room photos, however, reveal a side to her that you'd never seen before... a certain emo side.

Word Count: 1288

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Warnings: mentions of killing people, but generally just fluff!

A/N: you can blame @family-house-of-m for this one

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Very few things in this world feel as untouchable, unobtainable, and awe-inspiring as this; the architecture of the tower is symbolic, in a way, touching the sky like a beacon of hope.

But from where you stand in the street, dwarfed by its massive, looming shadow, you've never felt so insignificant. You shove your hands deep into your pockets, huddling in on yourself despite the warm summer air, as you wait for your girlfriend to appear.

When she does, she arrives like the blossoming buds in the park, a ray of colour and joy emerging from steely grey. Just like on a walk among the flowers, you feel yourself relax upon seeing her.

You smile and open your arms for an embrace that she willingly falls into, then she giggles into your neck.

"You look beautiful, sweetheart," you murmur when she pulls back, though your arms still drape over her shoulders. It's the truth too, with her long hair flowing free and swaying slightly in the light breeze, down to her coral and white sundress trailing her every turn. She's beautiful, and you want her to know it.

She takes your praise with a blush, pushing herself closer to your chest until your sporadic heart rate catches her attention.

"Are you nervous?"

"They're intimidating," you defend.

"They're harmless when you know them. But I'd fight any one of them if they made you uncomfortable," she promises, "and I'd win."

You know she's telling the truth, as – you assume – her team knows too. While your girlfriend may be the embodiment of summer and light, you know what she's capable of against those who hurt her loved ones.

"Getting through today without a fight is a goal I didn't expect to need."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she apologises, though you're quick to reassure her it's not a true concern. "They're going to love you, I think. Really, I'm the one who should be getting nervous."

"I don't plan to ditch you for your family; what else is there to be concerned about?"

"Oh great, another worry I didn't expect to need," she grumbles, a smile teasing her lips at the callback to your previous words. You scoff and playfully push at her shoulder with a shake of your head. She grins and pulls herself back into your arms. "It's…something else, but you'll see it when we're up there."

"Is my sweet superhero girlfriend hiding a deep secret?" you say with a fake gasp, playing into the act until she grabs your hand and pulls you into the building. "Something scandalous?" you tease again while you stand shoulder-to-shoulder in the elevator. You know without looking that she rolls her eyes, but you still don't get an answer out of her.

She interlocks her fingers with yours again just before the elevator pings, signalling your arrival at the destination. She takes a deep breath and you fear she's settled your own nerves at the expense of her own; you squeeze her hand and let her lead you forward into the common room.

"She's back everyone!" The yell takes you by surprise and before you know it you've jumped away from the voice and into your girlfriend, who shoots a glare at the laughing redhead.

"Natasha, this is Y/N. Y/N, Natasha."

"Um, nice to meet you," you greet, moving forward to shake her hand despite the flush of embarrassment lingering on your face.

Natasha clasps your hand, returning the greeting with a polite "pleasure to meet you too". Even if her smirk never fades and she tracks her eyes first over you, then over your girlfriend.

You cast a nervous glance behind you, before stepping back to your girlfriend's side; she smiles encouragingly at you, which fades when her gaze falls back to Natasha.

"Where are the others?"

"On their way, I'd assume. Did you not hear me shout for them?"

"We heard," the girl beside you huffs, drawing another smirk out of the older woman.

Natasha turns to you again, "they really are all excited to meet you, Y/N. Wanda's told us so much about you."

Before you can ask about what she's said, the room suddenly crowds with an influx of Avengers, all talking over each other to introduce themself to you first. Red wisps wrap around you and pull you free from the crowd to stand slightly behind her, the witch putting herself between you and the team until they prove they can act reasonably.

They don't take the hint and Natasha notices the growing stress of both you and your girlfriend, so she drops the teasing act in order to command the crowd into a line. You're surprised by the rapid change in pace from her drawing enjoyment from your fear and embarrassment to defending you against the rabid Avengers hoard. Wanda doesn't seem quite so shocked, as if she knew Natasha's allegiance all along – of course, that is very possible, considering they're teammates while you'd only met the redhead five minutes before.

Thanks to the assassin's work, however, you're soon able to greet each Avenger one by one, all with an opinion on your relationship with Wanda ranging from: "She's been so much happier since knowing you," to "Why on earth would you date my sister?"

The latter came, of course, from Pietro, Wanda's older twin brother. He took his self-assigned role as Wanda's protector very seriously: testing your grip on the handshake, glaring from across the room, and criticising his sister in the expectation that you'd say wonderful things about her to prove him wrong. You expect the "I'll hurt you if you hurt my sister," talk to come any day now, especially if you end up hanging out in the Avengers tower more frequently.

Regardless, he seems to approve for now, nodding his head and letting you walk farther into the common space, where you notice a very interesting picture up on the wall. You step closer almost without thinking, and certainly without comprehending your girlfriend's hesitant interruption behind you.

You turn back to her with a wide grin across your face and a sparkle in your eyes that she can't help but smile at, even if her eyes display a tense dread waiting for your reaction.

"Did my girlfriend…" you begin, edging back towards her, "my sweet, summer girlfriend… have an emo phase?" You're standing right in front of her now, foreheads practically touching as you interlace her fingers in yours, grinning knowingly.

"It's not a phase," Pietro teases, though his mouth is promptly shut in a red mist.

"Yeah, she's still emo-" Tony continues in his place. He is silenced too, but your eyes widen and Wanda realises that it's too late.

"Not so summery after all, huh?" you whisper for only her to hear.

"Not with them."

"I love getting to see that side of you." You punctuate it with a kiss, before speaking up for the whole team to hear you again. "Was that the big secret?" She nods. "Oh, my love, you didn't have to worry about that, I'll stand by you through any style you choose. I thought it was going to be that you'd killed someone or something!"

"...I mean, I have done that," she says bluntly. You look up at the team to see if she's joking, but they're all in various stages of thought themselves: slight grimaces, scratching heads, slow nods, and all avoiding eye contact.

"You all have, haven't you?" you ask.

"Missions aren't without their casualties," comes Natasha's reply; her voice is flat, but you can see the strained nonchalance with which she shrugs and you pull Wanda closer.

"I'll love you no matter what, even through your big, dark, emo secret."

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taglist: @canvascoloredin (I couldn't tell if you wanted to be tagged in everything or just Jeff, so it it's just for Jeff fics please let me know :) )

[whereireid]

𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐇 — based on this ask | masterlist

pairing: miles quaritch x fem!reader

Summary: What Colonel Quaritch misses most about planet Earth are the woman. Luckily, you're a human whose more than eager to please to your superior.

— warnings: interspecies relationship ! nsfw content MDNI: tit fucking, imbalance of power, ruts

There is nothing that Colonel Quartich misses about Earth.

Nothing but the women.

Pandora is beautiful. A world with extravagant wildlife, the nature of the planet so beautiful and blue, with specks of lilac purple and lavender hues. It's foolish to not be in awe of such beauty, and Quaritch is no fool. He is in awe of everything that Pandora has to offer.

Except the women.

The women of Pandora. The Na'vi, and the Avatars, made of carbon fibre — body hard, rigid and strong, conditioned to survive the difficult climate. Though beautiful, with specks of Aqua blue and long, delicate limbs, they're not plush. There's nothing soft about the women of Pandora.

Quaritch wishes that he could be attracted to them. Especially since a perk of being an Avatar now means he suffers through a rut — a period where he literally gets so horny that the only way to cure his arousal is to fuck something.

Anything.

Even when in a rut, though, he can't bring himself to do it. His hands will linger on an Avatar, falling on their skin, which is hard and rough, and every feeling of arousal will disappear.

Quaritch needs relief. Desperately. His hand isn't enough anymore — it just leaves him with more frustration than before he even tried.

So, when he spots you, it feels like fate.

You're a scientist, a newbie, with pinned-up hair, two curls crusading down the sides of your face, a soft smile on your lips. A soft smile, which meets your eyes and has the corners crinkling. His eyes fall, tracing your body with his eyes, and he realises that he's found exactly what he's been looking for.

Quaritch waits, and watches. He's not sure when the right time to approach even is. He's been out of the game for a long time, now — the women of Pandora don't need charisma. They're easily pleased.

So, when you approach Quaritch, he's incredibly thankful.

"Colonel," you squeak, staring up at your superior officer, your small frame practically trembling beneath him. "I was asked by some of the other members of the science team, to ask you if on your next mission to the forests of Pandora, if — if you could bring back some fresh fruit."

He blinks down at you. Once, twice. You shuffle on your feet, neck craned in an impossibly awkward position to be able to see him. You're smiling, and it doesn't waver. Not even when he scowls, and grunts, "I can."

"You — you can?"

"Do you make your other superior officers repeat themselves?" Quaritch asks, trying to ignore the discomfort in his pants when your eyebrows furrow in confusion.

"No, Colonel."

"I didn't think so." He kisses his teeth, tongue darting over his fangs. "I can get you the fruit, but only if you can do something for me."

"Anything."

Quaritch smiles.

That's how he manages to sort his issues out.

You're so delicate that it drives him crazy. All sense of dignity was abandoned long ago, when he'd first made his proposal — how could you say no to somebody whose so desperate for relief? Perhaps you are, too, with your crush on the Colonel consuming you, day-in, day-out.

"You're so soft," he says, his voice so low that it sounds like he's growling. His fingers toy with your nipples, rolling the buds between his fingers, watching as your breath hitches as he does so. "Sunshine, you have got no fuckin' idea how hard you make me."

"Show me," you whisper, voice sultry and seductive, tensing as he fingers pinch at your nipples gently.

There's nothing more perfect than you. In that moment, every issue of Quaritch's erodes away. He's got you exactly where he wants you — on your knees, your tits pushed together as much as they possibly can be, his cock sheathed between them.

"That hurt, sunshine? Squeezin' 'em so tight just to please me?"

You nod your head, your lips drawn between your teeth, your eyebrows crinkled in concentration. His cock is all lubed up, making it that much more slippery. It's so soft, so plush, your tits so perfect and round. So big, on human standards, but so small in comparison to his cock.

Holy shit, you're perfect.

You let him use your tits like you're a fuck-doll. Quaritch fucks into you, rolling his hips into your tits, groaning as the squelching sounds of the lube clap around his office. They bounce, they jiggle, they take him so well, and your eyes are so focused and you're pushing your tits together so hard, just so he can get a good grip.

It makes his orgasm that much better. His cock twitches, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. There's a heat which pools in his lower belly as he finishes, painting your chest with his cum, some shooting onto your chin and lips.

You're such a pretty mess. Quaritch collects his cum from your face, pushing it between your lips, and you suck, and he groans. His cock is still nestled between your tits, basking in the softness of you, the pillow-like cushion of your flesh.

He's going to have to do this again.

[atamascolily]

Sometimes I forget that Madoka's magical girl bow is literally a rose, and that we see it sprout and grow into its final form in its first appearance.

Homura also gets a bow in this episode, which I have always interpreted as the manifestation of her wish to remember Madoka's existence (since her old wish was rendered invalid by Madoka's becoming an eternal concept), thus becoming "Bowmura Akemi". However, it's not until it manifests in Rebellion that we see it isn't merely evocative of Madoka's bow, but its mirror.

Is the height difference between the bows significant here? I have no idea. Ditto for Madoka's bow being in bud while Homura's is in full flower.

Okay. So you remember Walpurgisnacht's trees, right? Those weird things that are mostly in the background and which are never directly commented upon or explained, but which are juxtaposed with Homura an awful lot? There's a common trope in myth, literature, and fairy tales about planting a staff into a ground and having it grow and magically turn into a tree, and now I'm wondering, Is this where Walpurgisnacht's trees come from? Because what is a bow but a curved wooden staff tied to a string....?

And yes, the bow is a rose bow (or a black rose bow), and the trees are almost certainly cherry trees, so the botany gets a little mixed, but it probably doesn't matter since a) magic and/or metaphor, and b) Madoka is associated with both pink roses and pink cherry blossoms, just like Homura is associated with black roses and bare branches, so the symbolism still works out.

This is all highly speculative, and I have no idea if this is where SHAFT is going or if it's just a coincidence, but I can't look at the bow anymore without wondering what would happen if someone stuck it in the ground, and what it might become. Especially since we may end up seeing that bow again in Walpurgis no Kaiten.

Meanwhile, back in Rebellion, Homura and Madoka appear to be doing some kind of Connect (or proto-Connect, since the Magia Record concept hadn't been fully developed yet) akin to Madoka and Mami's Tiro Duet attack earlier in the film. What's interesting about this shot is that there's no sign of black roses anywhere, which is not how Connect usually manifests in Magia Record, where the nature of the fusion is more obvious (i.e., Kyouko's spear + Iroha's crossbow becomes a giant crossbow that fires spears instead of arrows in the MR anime), but which may symbolize how Homura "blooms" in Madoka's presence.

In addition, the bow is now huge and I think it's not only what they're holding in their hands, but also the entire structure that's supporting them (which has wings!!) because you can see two sets of purple and pink jewels on either side. Maybe it's just me, but the "branches" of the structure are awfully tree-like and I can see what might be a few leafy shoots by their feet.

Also, they appear to be standing in the canopy of the cherry tree that has blossomed in Homulilly's skull with no transition whatsoever, which is why the background is abruptly pink. Which raises a question I had never considered before: is their combined bow the cherry tree itself (or a part of it)??? Is that what's happening here??

And if that's truly the case, then maybe my earlier thought about Homura's black bow somehow becoming one of Walpurgisnacht's trees isn't so far off base after all...

[l1tw1ck]

Dressed Up & Knocked Up

bottom!ftm!yandere gorou x top!masc!kitsune reader

↳ W.C: 957

↳ [Event Request] | ↳ [No AFAB Language Ver]

CW: Non-Con, Aphrodisiac, Breeding, Nipple Sucking, Overstimulation, Knotting, Manipulation

You, Yae [Name], sibling of Yae Miko, run the Yae Publishing House together. Meaning you know Ms. Hina well, very well. In fact, Ms. Hina is right here in your house.

"This looks amazing on you! I knew I made the right choice in choosing this fabric." You admire the new outfit you created for Ms. Hina's meet and greet.

"Thank you." Gorou smiles demurely. "I got you something, for your hard work." He hands you a small box of candies.

"Aw, really? I appreciate that a lot, Gorou, thank you." You eat one, tasting your favorite flavor. "How did you know I liked this?"

"Lucky guess." Gorou smiles.

As the sibling to a mischievous kitsune, you can tell when someone's got something up their sleeve.

You brushed it off, thinking your suspicions were wrong but you soon found out otherwise.

Your vision goes blurry, eyes focused on the very attractive guy in front of you. You try not to think about how much you'd like to devour him right now.

"Are you okay?" Gorou's voice only adds fuel to your fire of arousal. "Do you need water?" He notices you stumbling and helps you, your head hovering over his shoulder. He smells so good.

You slam him against the wall and bring him into a messy, heated kiss. You lift his legs up and search for his underwear, finding nothing but his wet sex. You don't think much of it, besides the consistent need to breed him, and pull off your pants.

Gorou wraps his arms and legs around you as you force yourself into him. You part from the kiss, only to focus on his neck. You kiss and lightly nip at his flesh as you get yourself fully inside him.

He leans back, moaning euphorically as you fulfill his long time fantasy. It's too bad he had to drug you though. You don't waste much time and start pounding into his pussy ruthlessly. Your nails dig into his sides as you bask in the amazing feeling of being inside him.

"Gonna- gonna come-" You groan, the aphrodisiac so strong that you can't help but spill inside him after a few minutes of fucking him. Gorou falls in love with the feeling of your cum filling his insides. Due to the aphrodisiac, this won't be the last time you come inside and knowing that almost makes him have an orgasm too.

You take out the padding from his chest and pull the front part down so you can suck on his nipples, thrusting into him slowly.

Gorou whimpers in pleasure and moans your name. "Ah- yes-" He grins.

You switch to his other nipple and speed up your thrusts, causing Gorou to erupt into loud wanton moans.

He rolls his eyes back, shaking heavily as he comes. He chokes out moans as you continue to fuck him without a care for him at all. You move back to his other nipple, wanting to give both of them equal love. Gorou squirms around, barely able to handle the pleasure.

You move him to your kitchen, the closest place to your office with a mostly empty surface, and bring him onto the table. You grab hold of his legs and use them as leverage to fuck him harder.

Gorou’s moans increase in their amount and loudness as he reaches his peak, his tight walls convulsing around your cock.

You slow down for a few moments and look at Gorou. He looks so pretty splayed out in his Ms. Hina outfit, if you were sober you’d be treating him a lot more gently in favor of not ruining your hard work.

You suddenly speed up, resuming your previous pace. You move back to his chest, licking the wet bud before sucking on it again.

Gorou doesn't understand your obsession with his nipples but he's not complaining. He cries out your name, squeezing your cock tightly thanks to the overstimulation. Drool and tears drip down his face, both due to how good he feels and how elated he is that his “lover” is finally fucking him.

He’s guilty of multiple crimes but they're all for you, so you can love him, and his efforts have finally come to fruition.

“Yes~! More!” Gorou moans, grinning stupidly.

You switch over to his other nipple while quickening your attack on his sensitive pussy. So sensitive that it doesn't take much for him to come again. You groan in pleasure, loving the way he feels when he orgasms.

It causes you to come a second time, spilling your cum into him but this time forming a knot, making sure he's properly bred. You bite his chest, a circle of bite marks forming around his nipple. You do the same to the other side and then to his neck, digging your teeth in so deep that he bleeds. So deep, that he becomes your mate.

You wake up on your bed, unsure of how you got there. Your knot has yet to go down so you’re still inside Gorou, who’s sleeping peacefully with a smile on his face.

You quickly go to wake him up, panicking at the fact that he's likely going to end up carrying your child.

Gorou’s eyes slowly flutter open. “Mm?” He asks.

“I- I don't know what happened but- but we can't- I can't..” You frown. “I can't have a kid, I’m not ready, I-”

“You’re going to leave me? This is your fault!” He starts to fake cry. “You- you forced me to have sex with you!”

Your heart pangs. “I…I’m sorry, Gorou. I didn't know���I don't know what got into me..”

“I…I’ll forgive you, if you stay with me.”

“Okay..”

Gorou hugs you tightly. “Thank you.”

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

Skeleton's toddler runs excitedly to him with a flower to give him. By the time they get there, the flower lost all its petals. The child is shocked and looks at his dad in complete confusion. Main 10 reaction?

Undertale Sans - It's so hard to resist chuckling seeing their baffled expression. Sans still thanks the child and he will even dry the poor dandelion stem so it stays a memory. He can't stop chuckling every time he sees it.

Undertale Papyrus - Oh... He comforts his child saying it's fine, but the kid is determined. They throw the flower and run to pick out another... Which lost its petals as well on the way back. The kid throws it away. Papyrus just sits on the floor. It seems it's going to take a while...

Underswap Sans - He jokingly tells the child that it's a good illustration of how much he loves their father. Except the kid takes it the wrong way and starts to cry. Blue panickily tries to calm them down before his S/O notices lol.

Underswap Papyrus - Uh.... He thanks the kid for being so thoughtful about his allergy by only bringing the stem of the flower! Truly a hero. The kid is a bit skeptical at first, but Honey insists the child just saved his life and eventually the child believes it and starts to celebrate. Honey isn't sure what to do with the stem though. He's pretty sure his kid will ask to see it again lol, he can't just throw it away.

Underfell Sans - "the hell you want me to do with this?" The kids burst into tears. Red rolls his eyes. Listen bud, it's not his fault you can't even pick a flower correctly. What do you want him to say? You're a big loser just like him, it's hereditary apparently. Stop crying and accept it. The earlier the better.

Underfell Papyrus - ..... Uh... This is... Nice... He guesses.... ?????? He's in reality as confused as the child but not for the same reasons. He actually didn't see the kid pick up the flower. Just the moment they gave him some kind of ugly grass. He read in a book that you have to encourage children and accept any gift to not hurt their feelings, but still... What the hell is he supposed to do with this? Oh well, it's fine. He's going to let him at home on something Doomfanger can easily reach so the cat destroys it and so he can next blame the cat lol.

Horrortale Sans - Aw. He tells the kid it's ok and that the flower is still beautiful even though it stays not so much of it. Oak doesn't mind, only the gesture is counting. He's happy his child wanted to gift him a flower.

Horrortale Papyrus - He comforts the kid and says that's fine, before going with them to pick up nicer flowers in the nearest flower shop. Willow is happy he can share one of his interests with his child. He loves flowers.

Swapfell Sans - He rolls his eyes and encourages his child to go pick another one. It took 15 flowers before one managed to keep at least one petal, which Nox decided was good enough so that they could finally leave this place. At least the kid has his sense of perfection which is kinda of good?

Swapfell Papyrus - He can't help but laugh at their misery. And dies of laughter after the kid's third attempt. The kid takes that personally, and suddenly kicks him in the pelvis as revenge before running to his S/O crying like HE hurt them. Rus can't believe it. He will remember that. Just wait.

Fellswap Gold Sans - "WELL NEXT TIME YOU'LL THINK TWICE BEFORE PICKING SOMETHING OFF THE FLOOR. A DOG PROBABLY PEED ON THAT." Yeah, he's totally neutral in this and not at all a cleaning freak. The kid is getting their hands washed three times when they get home.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - Oh... That's fine! Look! He picks one dandelion and makes all the petals fall to make his child feel better. They're both clumsy, that's life. Tomorrow will be a better day! What about an ice cream now?

[profound-bouquetbird]

Hello, saw your post about httyd and I'm happy there is more people here!!!

Can i please request hiccup and female reader who lives on a small island with dragons? They're friends and she even rides one (personally i think wooly howls are so cool), hiccup finds the island while exploring with toothless and they meet.

Maybe he's fascinated that's there's someone else who's like him who's friends with dragons and doesn't want to kill them, maybe there's species he haven't seen before so he becomes a nerd (i love when he and fishlegs get like that).

It's like a small idea that i thought would be cool to see, i think as a one shot during second movie or race to the edge? Whatever you think is best.

Thank you for your time!!!

YESSSSS, I LOVE WOOLY HOWLS!!!!

I didn't watch rtte, buuutttt this is before the second movie took place 👍

I had fun writing this tbh. And, just so you know, this was written from a platonic perspective! But I also think it can be read from a romantic perspective..

Hiccup soared through the air, the salty seawater droplets making small contact with his dragon, Toothless, as they slowly ascended higher up into the sky

"How're you holdin' up, bud?" Hiccup questions as he gently pats his dragon. Toothless only let out a huff as a response, his gaze not shifting, instead focused on the scenery up ahead

Hiccup shook his head lightly, suddenly tugging on the dragons saddle as they flew up into the sky

Hiccup watched as they passed each island, every single one already being in his maps. He furrowed his brows as he let out a huff of annoyance, laying down onto his dragons back

He stared up into the sky, glaring at the clouds as he mumbled words and curses underneath his breath. Toothless paid no mind to him, his focus now on the slowly forming, seemingly unknown piece of land

Toothless let out a growl, turning his head slightly towards Hiccup to warn him. Toothless began growling, jerking his head towards the unknown land, desperately wanting for Hiccup to get out of his frustrated state of mind and to look

"What do you want Toothless." Hiccup breathed out as he sat back up, glaring at the dragon as it managed to turn his head to tug at his sleeve

"Hey- what has gotten into.." Hiccup stopped as he watched the huge piece of land slowly coming towards him, "..you" he breathed out as Toothless let go of his sleeve, facing forwards yet again

A confident smile tugged at the Berk boys lips as he quickly grabbed the saddle, laying down a bit so that the two could go faster

As the two were getting closer and closer, Hiccup watched in awe as the island became more clear

It was a pretty decent sized island, lots of greenery all throughout, but it was rich with beaches and had an odd amount of ice clinging to its side

As the Night Fury landed, Hiccup made sure there weren't any traps before getting off of Toothless. His prosthetic leg squeaked once he got off, he brushed off the nonexistent dirt off of his clothes as he looked around, a smile present on his face

Before he could even get a word out a rustle from the bushes caught his attention. He turned his head at the sound, the Night Fury quickly taking a fighting stance as it stood behind Hiccup

The boy extended his arm, motioning for Toothless to not take action as he slowly approached the rustling bush

His heart pounded in his ears as each step he took made his fear rise up. But that fear quickly disappeared once he saw a small baby dragon playing with a stick

Hiccup let out a sigh of relief as he crouched down, petting the little dragon

"You gave me quite the scare there." He chuckled, petting the top of the dragons head. The small dragon purred in delight as Hiccup slowly examined the species

"A Wooly Howl?" He questions, as if the dragon was going to give him a response. He did gain a response, but not from the small dragon

His eyes widened as he heard a low growl, his head rising up slowly to see, possibly the mother of the little dragon. He slowly began moving his hand away from the small dragon

"Hi?" He said, his voice sounding squeaky. The Wooly Howl furrowed its 'brows' as it slowly opened its mouth, presumably to attack

But the Wooly Howl closed its mouth back up as it heard a whistle, its head immediately turning towards the noise. The small dragon purred in delight as it let go of the stick and ran towards a shadowy figure

Hiccup tilted his head to the side in confusion as he inspected the silhouette. It sure didn't look like a dragon, but it didn't look fully human

Hiccup stood up, his eyes squinted as the figure slowly approached. He was even more confused when the thing came into the light

The figure stood a few feet away from the boy, one of their hands clutching onto a makeshift weapon, their mask shining under the sunlight

The figure mimicked the boy's action, tilting their head to the side as they watched him. Hiccup straightened up, and so did the figure

"What are you?" Hiccup question, although it may have been a stupid thing to ask, the boy was just the tiniest bit lost

The figure let out a chuckle, their free hand going towards their face as they slowly took off their mask. Hiccup's eyes widened in shock as he felt like the wind was knocked out of him

The person shook her head, putting her mask under her arm as she adjusted her mess of a hair

"A better question: what are you doing here?" She asked, a small smile present on her features as she tilted her head to the side, waiting for the boy to answer. The boy jumped slightly, clearing his throat as his dragon slowly walked to his side

"I am Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, the son of the Chief of Berk, and I am on a little mission of looking for.. islands." He said, hoping that his full name and title would spark fear into the girl, despite his scrawny physique

But the girl paid no mind to his word, her attention fixated on the Night Fury by his side, her lips slightly parted as she was astonished by the dragon

"A Night Fury." She whispers under her breath, slowly approaching the two. Hiccup stumbled back slightly, staring at the approaching girl in confusion, the Night Fury copying his actions

The girl extended her hand out slowly, waiting for the dragon to sniff her hand before resting his head against it. Hiccup watched in awe, but he quickly snapped out of his daze and pulled his dragon back

"Okay- who are you?" Hiccup asked, his hand gripping tightly onto his dragons saddle as he glared at her, not wanting to let his guard down

"Oh! How rude of me!" She chuckled, setting her weapon and mask onto the soft grass as she straightened up her clothes

"I am Y/n L/n.. the dragon rider?" She awkwardly chuckled, giving him a quick bow. The Wooly Howl let out a distorted chuckle behind her, making the girl, Y/n, give the Wooly Howl a quick glare

Hiccup let out a chuckle, his grip loosening before his hand slowly dropped back to his side. He shook his head slightly, looking around, although there wasn't much to look at since he landed in an area surrounded by tall trees

"Would you like a tour?" His head snapped back towards the girl, who was now oddly closer to him, "of the island." The girl added in case he was confused. He smiled, nodding his head a bit before actually speaking

"Yes, that would be appreciated." He sighed. Y/n smiled as she quickly turned around, grabbing her weapon and mask before mounting the Wooly Howl

"Follow me." She chuckled, her voice slightly muffled by the mask. In a blink of an eye, she shot up into the sky

Hiccup watched in awe as the girl ascended, but his gaze was shifted to his dragon, which had nudged him out of his train of thoughts

Hiccup mounted his dragon, quickly shooting up into the sky as he began following the girl

The two flew side by side, hiccup watching as more of the island revealed itself now that he was flying directly above. He examined the the island with interest, taking in each detail. His gaze dropped onto a small clearing which had what looked like a little shack and multiple little crops, he supposes that where Y/n lives

His breath got caught in his throat as he heard the girl beside him whistle, causing the leaves on the trees to rustle as a couple of dragons ascended into the air, flying below the two

He watched as unfamiliar dragons flew past him, giving the boy a quick glance before quickly switching their direction. He chuckled in delight, turning to look back at Y/n

She gave him a nod before making the Wooly Howl plummet towards the ground. Hiccup watched in shock, but quickly followed her actions, flying a few feet above her

She looked back up, seeing the boy following with determination. Y/n gave Hiccup a small wave, tugging lightly on her dragons fur as it changed directions, now hovering a few feet above the ground

Hiccup's eyes widened as he roughly tugged at his saddle, making the dragon quickly change directions and, luckily, not lose his balance. He let out a sigh of relief, shaking his shoulders before going back to following Y/n

He watched as she slowly made her way towards the ground. He smiled, landing down a few feet away

He jumped off of Toothless and rushed to her, his dragon not bothering to quicken his pace

"Did you get a clear view? Or do you need to take another look?" She asks, kicking the sand underneath her feet lightly. Hiccup shakes his head as he sat down onto the ground, pulling out a little notebook

"No need, I've seen enough." He replied, opening up the book to reveal a map. Y/n looked at the map with curiosity, knitting her brows together in confusion at the odd names of the islands

As Hiccup made the adjustment to his map, Y/n couldn't help but chuckle at the odd names of the islands

Once the boy had stuck the piece of paper to his map, he turned to you with a smile

"What do you call this island?" He asked, eagerly tapping his pencil onto the paper. Y/n stared at the map for a little while before turning back towards Hiccup

"Nita?" She blurted out, clearly not having any idea on what the name of the island was. Hiccup smiled and turned back towards his map

"The Land of Nita, quite catchy." He notes, writing the name of the new island down. Once he was done, he set his pencil down and watched in prude at the multiple islands he had found

He tapped his map gently before turning towards the girl yet again. Watching as the air gently blew her hair and as a smile slowly made itself present on her face

"Are you hungry?" She asks. Toothless' head shot up at her as he eagerly nodded, making the girl chuckle lightly as she stood up, motioning for the two to follow

"C'mon, I'll make you something to eat." She said, taking off her mask and giving it to her Wooly Howl, patting its head gently. The Wooly Howl gave her a huff, gently holding the mask in its mouth as it flew away from the three

The girl made her way into the woods, turning to the two as Hiccup clumsily tried to close his map

The girl chuckled, shaking her head as the boy ran towards her

"Hey- if you don't mind me asking, what was that one blue tinted dragon? I don't think I ever saw one like that!" He asks, giving a poor example of what dragon he was talking about as he began walking next to the girl, the Night Fury being a few steps behind them

The girl chuckled as she slowly began telling him the different dragons that had made their way to this island. Hiccup listened closely, the thought of his friends and father being worried slipping his mind completely as he took notes

[youaresimplylovely]

“Fast and Fabulous: A Driven Love” 

---- A love story between a Formula 1 Driver and a Supermodel

Chapter 5 (Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4)

Pairing: Carlos Sainz!Formula 1 Driver x Famous Supermodel!Reader

Words: 1,448 words

Warnings: humor, playful teasing, translated filipino and spanish, fluff and very sweet at the end <3

Proofread!!

Summary: Boys Night

A/N: oop we're already at chapter 5!! Thank you guysss for all the support and here is chapter 5. Once again if you want to be added to the taglist you can reply here or my other post about the taglist. Happy reading lovelies ! <3

After your short but meaningful stay in Japan, you were back home. Sweet Los Angeles, Pao picked you up from the airport, now driving you back home. Honestly, you were surprised that he knew how to drive. Well, closing the fact that he does have his license, it's just that he's growing too fast, and you missed it when he was a baby. Nevertheless, you were happy that your baby boy was big now. 

Hours later, you and Pao arrived back home. Pao parked the car with you in your garage, which was filled with many other family-owned vehicles. After parking, you guys head out to go inside the house. 

Meanwhile, your father invited not only the drivers but also some of their families. Boy, were you in for a surprise? In the living room, the drivers were already comfortable. The drivers invited were Max Verstappen, Check Perez, Lewis Hamilton, Valterri Bottas, Carlos Sainz, Charles Leclerc, Lando Norris, Daniel Ricciardo, Sebastian Vettel, Lance Stroll, Fernando Alonso, Esteban Ocon, Pierre Gasly, Yuki Tsunoda, Kimi Raikkonen, Antonio Giovinazzi, Nikita Mazepin, Mick Schumacher, Nicholas Latifi, and George Russell. 

Along with them, Carlos' father, Charles' brothers, and your grandfather from your father's side, Grandpa Bernard, and your grandfather from your mother's side, Grandpa Diego. 

You underestimated the number of men coming for a boy's night. 

"You know Daniel, a big congrats on your race win. It was spectacular." Your father chuckles, opening a beer bottle as he sits on the sofa beside his dad, your grandfather, Grandpa Bernard. 

"Thank you, Jean, it was nice. It was also nice seeing your family there too. Although I didn't see your daughter, though." Daniel smiles at your father. 

"Yeah, we had a fun race; Pao was quite upset about Max and the crash." Your father grins at Daniel, eventually looking at Max and Lewis. 

"Awful, but we're still best mates." Lewis laughs it off, wrapping his arm around Max's back and patting it. 

"Jean, the boys have been asking if Y/N is single." Kimi laughs hysterically, telling on your father. 

"Oh well, don't worry, she's been single for the past two years." Once the other drivers heard that, their eyes shifted to your father, giving them a look of "I can take good care of your daughter, sir." Your father laughed once he saw the looks. 

"Ay, no, she is picky with men, though. She has high standards, but I don't know what her type is. Surely Pao knows they're very close." Mark says as he grins at everyone. 

"You know, sir, Dutch people are very husband material. I'd very much like to." As Max tried to convince your father, Pierre's whimsical French accent cut him off. 

"Ay no, monsieur, the French people are very good with women. Surely, you know that you're French too." Pierre gives your father a charming look, smiling eagerly 

"Oh god, stop it, you people!" Fernando rolls his eyes at them, groaning. He was your godfather, so he is protective of you, especially if his co-workers are interested in you. 

"Well, whatever it is, I'm good with Y/N dating an F1 driver." Your father chuckles, amused that the drivers were very interested in you. 

Moments after that, the front door opened. Pao came in. 

"Oh hey, bud, how was the drive back home?" Your father lights up, seeing Pao back home. 

"You know the guys." Your father smiles as he eyes the drivers. 

"Yeah, yeah, of course." Pao smiles at them, greeting them warmly. 

"Max." He smiles, reaching his hand out to shake it. 

"You cried." James teases Pao, laughing at the fact Pao did cry. 

"Oh, shut up." Pao rolls his eyes, smiling that Max shook his hand back. 

"Hey, Pao-" Before you could finish your sentence, your eyes widened as you saw the drivers. You didn't know when they'd come and were caught off guard. 

"Dad! You didn't tell they were coming!" You settle your bags down, whining at your father as you look at him dead in the eyes with your hands on your hips. 

"What do you mean, honey? I told you right last Saturday." He smiles at you softly, worried at your reaction.

"Yeah! But you didn't tell me what time! Our house is a mess, lo siento. (I'm sorry)" You chuckle nervously as you apologize to Carlos' father and everyone else. 

You hurriedly clean up some of the mess on the kitchen counter as Pao sits on one of the stools. While doing so, you couldn't help but feel Carlos' longing gaze. You couldn't see him, but you thought it. 

"Now, this is what I mean when her Spanish-Filipino side comes out." Pao Snickers is watching clean up the mess. 

The drivers smile as they chuckle at Pao's joke. 

"Ay pao! No shoes

 You said it without realizing your mother said it to you. Laughing as you see your mother glaring at Pao. You decide to let her do the scolding. 

“Ano ba yan Pao! How many times! No shoes! Hindi ikaw ang naglilinis ng bahay na to, baba hanggang taas. (What’s that Pao! How many times! No shoes! You’re not the one who cleans this house from bottom to top.” Your mother glares at Pao, with her hands on her hips.

"Yes, ma." Pao chuckles nervously, immediately removing his shoes. 

"Good. Now I have to go. Have a great night, darling." Your mother grabs her purse, quickly kissing your father's cheek as she leaves. 

"So Pao, tell us. What's your sister's type in men?" Sebastian chuckles, asking on behalf of the others. 

"Tall, handsome, great hair, older Spanish man currently driving for Ferrari, whose teammate is Charles Leclerc and ex-teammate is Lando Norris." Pao smiles brightly, standing up from his chair, and gives Carlos a pat on the back. 

Your eyes widened at Pao and what he said. You stuttered, and so did your face. You stood next to Pao as you blinked at him endlessly. 

"Um! So not true.”

 You chuckle nervously, and it is clearly apparent that you are lying and denying it. 

"You know, Y/N, lying is a sin, and you believe in God, right?" Pao smirked at you, causing the other drivers to chuckle. They weren't jealous of Carlos, but they were amused. 

You couldn't reply, baffled at the fact he was right. Pao chuckles at your reaction, patting your shoulder as he points his finger up and makes a sign of the cross. Eventually going upstairs to his room. You stare at the drivers and at your father, still speechless, but you pick up your things and walk out. The drivers couldn't help but giggle at you having a crush on Carlos cause Carlos himself was amused.

Hours later, you were hanging around in the lounge area watching TV. Suddenly, your eyes shift behind you, and you see Carlos staring at you in the doorway. Eventually, he approaches you with a smug smile as he sits next to you. 

"So you have a crush on me?" He stares at you, obviously with love in his eyes, leaning in closer, making the air thicken each second. You could feel and hear his warm breath against yours. 

"Well, I- I'm sorry!" You couldn't help but say sorry; you looked down at him, embarrassed at the fact that you had a crush on him. Well, for so long now. 

Carlos smiles softly at your cute behavior; he gently grabs your chin, lifting your face up as he stares at you. He smiles, putting the strand of hair on your face behind your ear. 

"Que para mi amor? You know you're a very beautiful woman, and I appreciate you liking me. Because you know? The moment I saw you in that hotel, and I saw your confidence, braveness, and beauty. I fell in love with you. (What for my love?)" 

You couldn't help but blush at his words, smiling happily as you put your hands on his hands, still in your chin. 

"Can I court you?" He smiles softly, gently taking your hands and holding them in his.

"You're the first man to ask that." You giggle as you leave him holding your hands. 

"And I'll make sure I'll be the best cariño." He lays his forehead against yours, still smiling. 

"Then you're welcome to." You smile at him, giggling at how sweet he is. 

"I can't wait to be there for you, mi amor, I'll wait a thousand lifetimes for you."

He kisses your forehead softly, smiling at you. He was like a teenager in love again. You were so happy that you may have found the man of your dreams, not "may." He really was the man of your dreams.

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@xoscar03 @sugarvibez @nikfigueiredo @itsjustkhaos @d3kstar

[serxinns]

Yan! Fatgum vs Yan! all might (Both platonic)

•Now all might be Tolerable when it came to the teachers coddling you and being protective over you he was fine but with others it was a problem a Big problem, and fatgum was that problem At 1st all might not mind Fatgum, he just thought he didn't have the same thought at him and just was clueless but oh boy he was wrong

• he started seeing Fatgum giving you your favorite snacks and always pinching your little cheeks and carrying you around Seeing you happy and smiling with him made him sick he should be the one making you happy and spoiling you the final straw was when you accidentally calling fatgum uncle while fatigue eyes sparkle all might had a dark glint in his eye and a threatening aura surrounding him he was gonna have to do something about this

•So one day, while you and Kirishima were chatting with each other fatigue watched happily as the two of you were getting along until he felt a cold hand on his shoulder "They look like they're having fun right young hero!" there stood all might in his muscle form, Fatgum smiled "Yea they've been getting along well! It's almost liked they're dating!" all might smile twitch when he heard that last part even tho he knew he wasn't joking his blood was still boiling so he pinned the young hero in the wall his blue eyes piercing down on him the all might glared into his eyes

•"Listen here I'm tired of beating around this bush I want you to stay far away from them as possible and stop tryna influence that student of yours to get with them" To his surprise fatigue chuckled, "Thats funny hilarious even but no way just because your a worry some clingy ass number 1 can't handle someone touching what's "Theirs" doesn't mean im gonna back down" all might stared at the man in shocked but it quickly turned into a rage "Why you lit-" suddenly you and kiri ran up to the two heroes they both stare you in silence until fatgum said something

"Hey little buds back already?" "Yea! me and kiri were learning new tricks! kiri taught me how to block with your torso" the two of you eyes sparkle while fatgum chuckled to himself "Yea y/ns moved were super manly they even taught me their new power move you gotta see it!" "Alright you guys I'll catch up! Don't try to hurt yourselves!" when the 2 Teens left fatgum looked at All might with a smirk "also I recorded everything you said so be cautious with your actions" and with that fatgum happily followed behind the children like there was nothing wrong leaving all might angry and shocked he cursed under his breath but he was not gonna back down easily or even Never

•To this day the 2 mostly all might would compete to each other about whos better then who like how All Might would make you fly up in the sky while holding you to see the view and if you are scared of heights that's ok he'll carry you on his back while his fan are in awe

•Fatgum would just try to piss off all might By Giving you your favorite treats, Making you and kiri wear his costume while he just dies from happiness and taking pictures, Whenever all might spotted him he was spin you around or pinch your cheeks making all might glaring like he wanted to commit murder

• While all might has a trick up his sleeve he'll buy you anything you want unless it's other peoples merch he always sneak some matching all might merch for deku and you so that one day if izuku found out by stalking you that you were wearing the same clothes as him he'll want you to hold hands for the rest of the day

Bonus:

Fatgum and All might: Aruging about who's better

Kiri, Reader and Izuku: 👀

Reader: Yall wanna go get ice cream

Izuku: yea I don't think they'll stop anytime soon

Kirishima: well let's get some popcorn on the way as well then!

[punkeropercyjackson]

Todomomo is literally the closest you can get to a autistic4autistic t4t ship without it being canon or intentional.Shouto's dad is an abusive hypermasculine prick who's implied to be misogynistic(teaching Touya his views on women as a kid,that they're 'useless' based off their genders)and Shouto wants to grow up to be the man he never could and refused to be and dosen't care about gender at all,much less conforming to it's roles and gets called a pretty boy a lot and is way closer to his mom and sister than he is to either of his brothers,Momo is the daughter of a rich couple who adultified her to the max in order to make her the ultimate 'proper prim lady' with little regard to her emotions and mental well-being and only care about her when she lives up to their impossible expectations and she had to get that 'I have to be perfect or else i'm WORTHLESS and NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR ANYTHING' mentality from somewhere and it's not like she wasn't isolated from her peers by not being allowed to be a normal kid in any way(her mom didn't even let her go festivals and she had to sneak off on her first one with a fear of her finding out in the back of her head the whole time!That is NOT normal behavior for your child to exhibit,Doña Yaoyorozu!!!)and she presents femininily in a way that's viewed as artificial by assholes but it's just genuinely who she's made herself to be!Shouto explicitly inhereted his mother's build and hates that he keeps looking like his dad as he gets older and Momo's said to look older than her girl classmates even disregard her body type and towers over most teen guys!!!

Shouto has a neutral expression that looks purely deadpan and just a bit angry/annoyed and he's awful at socializing and he's insanely good at flirting with Momo but IT'S NEVER ON PURPOSE and Momo has a resting smiling face as her default look and she gets scandalized at regular teen behavior and she's an expert at navigating social situations with practiced politeness and they both take things literally and don't understand the dumb kind of norms and have a special fondness for a particular food because it gives them comfort(cold soba + tea types)BUT ALSO!!!!They have matching additional food motifs(bubble tea specifically + strawberry based things)and cordinated outfits with their own aesthetics(their sweaters,,,,,,that got turned into a running thing in the games and i believe official art too)and are canon cat people(*insert that 'All cats have autism' pic here*)and Momo is a bookworm while Shouto is a comics nerd and Momo got into alt music thanks to Jirou and has a love for desserts and Shouto writes platonic love letters to Rei and perfers the spicier/savoury kinds of japanese food AND THEN THEIR ACTUAL RELATHIONSHIP

Shouto voted for Momo because he thinks she's the best they're is but didn't verbally communicate it to her because it never occured to him he'd need to and Momo admires Shouto just as much and said it outloud to his face from the start and Aizawa being the only that helps them clear up the mix up?????His old autistic man ass that's married to audhd icon Mic?So Shouto goes into detail to Momo's face too about how cool he thinks she is and that's when they officially becomes friends and he never shuts up about her to anyone from then on,this nigga's new special interest is his best girl friend he's got a crush on,and he did notice she was sad when no one else did in an earlier part but had no clue what to do or say to cheer her up so they spend time together now that they're really buds and they both know just what to say to eachother by the War Arc and Momo finds Shouto being a fucking doofus with geeky ass tendencies and moments she could make a youtube compilation out of it if she was lil meaner to be so attractive she says he's perfect for Prince Charming as a role in a play Class 1-A did in one of the novel's.Izuku broke Shouto out of his ice,Jirou and Mina broke Momo out of her doll shell and now neither of them need to mask but what brought them together was being next to eachother at their worsts and at their bests and only thinking the latter no matter what or who said otherwise.Including themselves

[fiona-fififi]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @messyhairdiaz 💚 and @spotsandsocks. Thank you!!

Have a little of the jealous!Tommy fic. In its initial iteration, it was just supposed to be ~observation~ not jealousy, but uh. jealousy reared its ugly head and won. Previous snippet here.

Eddie snorts a laugh at Christopher's antics, shares a little glance at Buck that feels an awful lot like the silent communication everyone's always talking about with the two of them. Tommy’s never really seen it before this moment, and it's—something. “Sorry, bud, you heard Buck,” Eddie supplies with a shrug of his shoulders—a sorry, nothing I can do gesture that leaves Tommy feeling a little further off balance. His brows scrunch together in confusion over the display. Christopher rolls his eyes, but complies, murmuring something under his breath about being thirteen and still being treated like a kid, and Tommy sees Buck notice it. Sees the way his ear twitches in Christopher's direction. Sees the side-eyed glance Buck and Eddie share. Neither one of them says anything, though, seemingly in silent agreement to pick their battles, and Tommy feels another little twinge at that. Because up until now he'd assumed Buck was just dad's cool best friend or maybe even fun uncle Buck, but the reality feels so much deeper than that, and Tommy’s not sure what to make of that as he stands by watching Eddie let Buck play bad-cop like they're parenting his child together, and it's—it's a lot to take in. “You okay, babe?” Buck asks after a moment, brows drawn in question. Tommy sees Eddie's jaw twitch at the endearment. Watches as he schools his expression back into a cheery grin. Tommy wonders for a moment what his eyes are doing behind the black of his sunglasses. In the end, though, Tommy just grins back himself, and moves in to press a kiss to the corner of Buck's mouth in a move he'll forever deny is born of possessiveness. “‘Course. What can I do to help? You want me to start plating stuff up?” “Nah,” Buck shrugs off the offer, but sways back into him affectionately and catches his eye with a smile, “we got this. You're a guest.” This time it's Tommy’s jaw that twitches at the statement, and he thinks Eddie's mouth tilts up for a split second in something that looks like a smug smile. Maybe he's imagining things.

Not tagging because technically it is well into Thursday here and I feel like everyone else has already done this this week, but if anyone wants to share, please consider yourself tagged!

[saekkas]

𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄… (𝐟𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬).

𝟎𝟎'𝟏: 𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐑𝐈𝐍 remembering the things they like, sharing a soft smile across the room, looking for them in a crowded room, and tucking in their hair behind their ear to see their eyes.

summary: a collection of ways on how the blue lock boys silently say "i love you."

note: first up is itoshi rin with a 1.6k word count!

itoshi is a household name in the soccer world, and so is the number 10. itoshi sae is known to be a genius midfielder with unbound talent set to rule to soccer world in the upcoming years. itoshi rin, however, is only a sprout barely blooming within winter soil.

even then, rin's name has been printed on every paper and tabloid, headlines of the budding striker written in big bold letters. blue lock has catapulted him into great heights, a nobody turned somebody whose time is worth a lot of money.

everyone's looking at him now and you've never been prouder. although, the flashing camera lights and crazy stalkers will never be your favorite things about the whole ordeal. another thing you will never get used to, is the amount of time your boyfriend is stolen from you. interviews, practice, media visits are now a part of rin's daily schedule and they're starting to become burdensome.

when he's not away on blue lock business, rin's preoccupied himself at home, which makes visits to the itoshi household a daily occurrence for you now. not that you can complain; rin's parents are very welcoming, always cooking you mind blowing food. you remember them showing photos from rin's childhood that had you squealing at his cute round cheeks.

"want more curry, dear?" rin's mother asks

the itoshi household is nothing if not breathtaking, a two-story modern house with traditional elements mixed in. the halls are fully furnished, little trinkets from tokyo and traditional koi paintings decorating the area. mixtures of marmer and wood are sprinkled throughout the rooms, adding to the homey ambience of the family's house.

your favorite feature has to be the garden though; a green field the size of two master bedrooms occupy the space connecting the living room and kitchen. filled with luscious green grass along with bonsai and hydrangeas, your eyes never stray far from the painting brought to life.

"ah no, it's alright," you smile and shake your head at her offer. "i think i've had enough curry to last until next week."

"oh, don't be silly!" she laughs, extending a hand to rest on yours as she sits across from your form. "there's no such thing as too much curry."

"you're right about that," you laugh with her, "but i think i've had my fill for now."

before another word leaves her lips, two pairs of feet pad into the room. you look up to see rin walking behind his father, a leather bound book in one hand. you watch as the two make light conversation, smiling when he plops onto the seat next to you.

"good game?" you ask to the black-haired boy beside you, a smile on your face.

"no," he scoffs, "awful."

"really, rin?" his father grins from the spot across from you, a hand coming down to clap against his own thigh. "you were practically screaming for sae to score that last goal. and i think i saw you cry when he did."

"shut up," rin grumbles.

you watch as red threatens to spread over his face, grinning at the way he tries to avoid your eyes.

"your dad's right, rin." you lean in closer to his right, nudging his side with a playful wink. "i heard you sniffle all the way from here."

you laugh along with his parents when he flushes red all over, especially evident on the tip of his nose. you bury the need to press a kiss onto it.

"rin's always been such a soccer fanatic," his dad says with a slice of grilled chicken edging closer to his mouth, "especially when sae's involved."

"mhmm," his mom mumbles as she picks the familiar leather bound book from its place next to rin. "they were so close with one another."

you try your best to keep a neutral face, eyeing rin's expression. you lift a hand to press onto his, fingers intertwining under the table. you feel a small smile slip onto your face when he squeezes the joint limbs.

"want to see?"

squinting at the writing smudges on the book, a gasp makes its way through your lips as you recognize the words.

"photobook," is written in capital letters across the brown leather and you practically melt on your seat when his mom flips it open to reveal a starry-eyed chubby cheek rin staring at his older brother. the photo is labeled as 'sae nii-chan' in awful writing that could only be younger rin's.

"i would love to!"

sneaking a glance at rin, you're met with a scowl directed at his mother. giggling, you press a brief peck on his cheek before teasing, "who knew you were such a cute kid? i always thought you were the ugly, snotty kind."

now that you think about it, that was probably the moment rin decided to never bring you into his house ever again.

rolling your eyes at the memory, you look around for said boy. doing a turn, your eyes sweep across the room before sighing at the growing crowd at the entrance. from the amount of screams, a crowd of photographers, soccer fans, and interviewers no doubt.

so much for spending quality time on a date outside.

you turn your back to the crowd, feet pattering against the marble ceramics of the museum's floor. it wasn't often that rin would suggest a date in a public setting (for obvious reasons) but you remember him surprising you with two tickets on the eve of your birthday.

"didn't expect to see you at midnight, rinnie."

said boy is standing outside your apartment door, a lavender box in hand with a hand knitted scarf covering half his face, "what's the occasion?"

you watch as he leans against the door frame, a small smile on his face. you squeak when he wraps an arm around your middle to gently pull you into his form.

"happy birthday," he mumbles into the crown of your head, "i got you a present."

"your presence here is a present enough."

you watch as he rolls his eyes, laughing at the deadpan expression he wears. you allow him to drag you into the living room, plopping down on the sofa as settles the box between you.

"open it."

"okay, okay, so bossy."

there's only the sound of your muffled playlist in the background, lights not as brightly lit as they should be. your hands are deft, opening the ribbon wrapped around the box while carefully tearing through the wrapping.

"what's- oh."

your eyes catch onto the sight of two finely printed paper, your and rin's name written in cursive bellow a museum's name. the museum you've wanted to go to for over a year.

"i remember you looking up the museum on your website and how you said the tickets were always sold out, so i thought-"

rin doesn't get the chance to finish his sentence before you're jumping into his arms. he's quick to steady both of you, pressing an arm on your lower back and another on the sofa below. he peaks down to see a blinding smile on your face, eyes covered by the tresses of your hair.

"thank you so much," you whisper into the night, trying to contain your excitement. "you're the best person ever!"

rin chuckles as you situate yourself on his lap. he leans in to place a palm on your cheek, and your freeze as he sweeps away the hair covering your eyes.

"anything for you."

teal eyes bore into yours as he leans in to press a peck on your forehead. your breath catches in your throat when he slides a ring on your finger, "say the word and it's yours."

pressing a finger to your phone, you watch the screen light up to show a picture of you and rin. you swipe through your contacts until you find rin's and quickly type in a message for him to see.

you: rinrinnn

you: i'll be looking around the art section!

you: text me when you're done <333

walking through the infinite halls, you stumble through the one filled with sculptures. your eyes rake through each and every one, fingers itching to touch the material it's made of. you don't notice the people in the room, multiple teenagers on a school trip filling up the cramped space, too preoccupied at marveling the art before you.

your phone pings and you're quick to open it, seeing rin's brief message of where are you? before turning to go back the way you came. your feet stop three steps in, a soft smile spreading on your face as teal eyes catches yours.

you notice the small smile he sends back, before he nods at you to stay in place. he's maneuvering himself through the sea of people and it's only when rin takes the spot beside you that you look up.

he's panting, a gray baseball hat covering most of his face. you watch as he looks around, trying to see whether the interviewers caught onto him.

he stops when you take his hand in yours.

"hi, handsome stranger." looking up, you see him arch an eyebrow at you, smiling as he leans down to hear you over the sound of chatter in the room.

he freezes when you adjust the hat on his head, sweeping the bangs so that his eyes aren't covered by the garment, "there, that's better."

rin shakes his head, a quiet chuckle sounding in the space between you. he squeezes your intertwined fingers before whispering in your ear, "i've been looking everywhere for you."

"well here i am," you smile, fiddling with the ring that rests on your finger. "c'mon, let's go through the rest before eating, i'm starved."

rin watches the glinting stone and nods, lips fluttering across the gem as he places a kiss on your ring finger.

"anything for you," he mumbles.

i will be releasing more fics containing the other boys so feel free to drop suggestions on who you think i should write next and how you think they silently express ily!

[marvelmymarvel]

Phantom Baby

Uvogin x Reader

Synopsis: The troupe hasn't seen you or Uvo for years so to say they were excited about the Yorknew mission was an understatement... But they definitely didn't expect to see a kid by your side.

A/n: this one goes out to my bestie 😙

The Troupe members stood there in awe, mouths agape as they took in the sight before them. In the archway stood you and Uvo, but it wasn't you two that caused their confusion.

Their eyes were instead trained on the little boy between the two of you. You chanced a glance over to Uvo who was yelling out greetings like there was no tomorrow, but he wasn't paying attention to how uncomfortable your son was growing. You reached your hand down to the boy's head, soothingly playing with his hair as his father continued yelling and screaming in excitement. You tried to be comforting, but the child didn't want you right now.

He wanted his dad.

Haruka grabbed Uvo's leg, lip trembling as he tried to get his father's attention. "Daddy?" Uvo's mouth slammed shut as he was reminded that he had his son along for the ride. His head snapped down to the child, eyes softening ever so slightly at the sight of his little mini-me. "Hey bud" he cooed out gruffly as he squatted down to the little boy's eye level.

Haruka's eyes were wide as he stepped closer to Uvo, eyes moving towards the strangers staring at him, "They're scaring me daddy" he whispered out shakily. Upon seeing his son's watery eyes and trembling lip, Uvo moved to wrap an arm behind Haruka's back, urging him to come deeper into the safety of his embrace. "They won't hurt you buddy, and if they do I'll-"

"Uh uh" you cut him off, eyes sharp as you challenged Uvo to continue with that statement. The big man shut his mouth and instead opted into scooping the boy into his arms. He stood finally and your son's excited squeal sounded out into the deserted building. Chrollo looked up from his book, eyes trained on the child that was now being tossed playfully into the air. He was aware that the two of you had a child, which is why Uvo hasn't been on any missions since you found out... It seemed that parenthood was able to fill the void of fighting in Uvo's heart.

"Okay okay he's going to throw up," you said finally, taking note of the way Haruka's laughing turned hysterical. Uvo listened and caught Haruka, placing him safely on his shoulder. "Troupe, meet my kid!"

"Our kid. His name is Haruka" you interjected, as you walked toward the pair. Your hand went up to softly pat the child's back before quietly asking him if he wanted down. Haruka shook his head childishly, whining that he wanted to stay with his dad.

"How old is he?" Pakunoda spoke first, finally breaking the tension in the air. You breathed out a sigh of relief, thankful for her piping in. "He just turned three!" You exclaimed, smile widening in pride as you patted Uvo, signaling for him to put the child down. The bigger man lowered Haruka down much to the child's dislike, but he followed closely behind him. You smiled softly as Uvo sat cross-legged on the concrete before maneuvering Haruka onto his left leg. You turned back to the troupe members, smiling proudly at the little family you created in your absence. You were prepared for questions, had been practicing your answers the entire way up here, and based on the looks they were giving you...

You had a lot of explaining to do.

[kaydens-agere]

Late Night Wanderer || Regressing Masc Reader and Caregiver Rapunzel and Eugene Fitzherbert/Flynn Ryder

Fic below the cut!! This isn't a fandom I ever thought I'd write for haha but my little loves Tangled so he requested this, and I'm releasing it for his birthday!

You sit quietly by the windowsill in the castle, gazing at the moon and starts twinkling in the sky as it gets later into the night. You have no idea what the time is, or how much time has passed since you left your room, but what you do know is that you've been wandering around the castle for awhile, unable to sleep.

You're pulled out of your daze when you hear a voice behind you.

"Hey there, kid. What're you doing up tonight, hm?"

You turn around and see Eugene standing behind you in the hallway. You must've woken him up, he has dark bags under his eyes and his hair is an absolute mess.

"'M sorry." you say sheepishly. "Was walking."

Eugene smiles at you playfully before walking closer to you.

"Well, walkings great and all, but maybe not at two in the morning, yeah?" he says gently.

Oh. You didn't realise it had gotten that late. You nod and look away.

"Why were you walking around right now anyway, huh?" he asks gently.

You whine quietly. "Couldn't sleep, jus' needed to get some en'gy out."

Eugene softens, putting an arm around your shoulder. He pulls you into a side hug.

"I'm sorry, kiddo." he rubs your shoulder as he speaks. "Whenever that happens, you can get me or Rapunzel, we'll stay with you until you fall asleep, okay? You don't need to walk around all alone, I promise."

You nod once more as you start to yawn, the exhaustion is finally starting to hit you. You whine again and lean onto Eugene.

"Let's get you to bed, it's getting pretty late now, bud. Especially for tiny ones like you!" he says playfully as he effortlessly scoops you into his arms, you squeal and giggle, and he gently shushes you.

"Yeah I know, getting picked up is fun and all, but just try to keep it down 'cause people are asleep." he chuckles a bit as he shushes you, starts walking over him and Rapunzel's room.

As he approaches, he quietly opens the door. Rapunzel is sitting up in their bed with the lamp turned on. Her eyes light up when she sees you.

"Hey there, little one. What were you doing up, huh?" she asks gently. Eugene puts you down in the bed and you snuggle up to her. She runs a hand through your hair.

"This little guy was going for a walk, he couldn't sleep." Eugene sits down on the bed and gently takes your hand.

"Aw, got a little restless, hm?" she runs a hand through your hair. "That's okay, Eugene and I will keep you company."

You nod, you're glad that they're letting you stay with them. You soon let out a big yawn, and your eyes start to droop.

"Oh, my poor little angel... you're tired, aren't you?" she says softly, laying down and opening her arms.

You gently slump down next to her, nuzzling into your chest. Eugene comes up behind, wrapping his arms around the both of you.

"Goodnight, sweetheart. Sleep well." Rapunzel says softly, gently kissing your forehead.

"Sweet dreams, buddy." Eugene runs a hand through your hair. Your eyes continue to droop, before eventually closing completely. You soon drift off into a peaceful sleep, surrounded by the warmth of your caregivers.