#gah why does my face feel so warm just thinking about it

[silverselfshippingchaos]

.... I'm going to act normal about this cutscene.

[otomefiend]

Alfons Sylvatica

Story Event: I'm his cherished doll

Chapter 2

Prologue (@/archiveikemen ♡)

Chapter 1

Pardon me, dear Al loving frens. I had an eye infection last week and had to take it easy. But here we are, slowly descending into Alfons flavoured debauchery. He tries hard not to trap Kate.

~~Part 1~~

Alfons: "Hahaha!"

Kate: "Y-you don't have to laugh so much..."

Alfons: "Hah ... you really don't disappoint."

(Now my whole body is sticky with cream and sugar...)

After my unsuccessful attempt to scoop the cream with a spoon, I ended up completely covered in it.

Kate: "Is there anything I could use to wipe myself..?"

Alfons: "Mhm, here."

He stuck out his tongue.

Kate: "...? There's nothing of use as far as I can see."

When I tilted my head, he leaned in closer,

Just enough to lick my cheek clean with the tip of his tongue.

Kate: "Wah!?"

Alfons: "Mmm, delicious. As expected from Victor's homemade sweets."

Kate: "...I-I meant a cloth, not the tongue...!"

Alfons: "Why don't you try licking it too?"

After these words, he scooped up the cream from my body with his little finger,

Only to shove it into my mouth a moment later.

Kate: "Mmph!?"

Alfons: "See? Isn't it delicious?"

Kate: "Uh....huh...!"

Alfons: "Ah, even my little finger is filling your mouth...haha, so cute."

Alfons: "I can clean all the cream for you... with my tongue."

Kate: "Wha!? What!?"

Alfons: "No need to be shy."

Kate: "Gah --!"

~~Part 2~~

After getting rid of the cream in such an outrageous manner,

I washed my body in a tub filled with warm water,

Then buried myself in a fluffy towel and finally took a deep breath.

Kate: "Ahh..."

The scent of the towel and the warm sunlight made me feel relaxed.

Alfons: "... Does it feel good?"

Kate: "Yes... I want to forget everything and go to sleep..."

Alfons: "Most excellent."

It looked like he wasn't going to do anything insolent this time; he just gave me a smug smile.

(...he truly does a lot of outrageous things, and yet...)

Just as he had declared at the beginning, there were many moments when I found this situation strangely enjoyable.

(I was far from having fun most of the time...)

(But... thanks to him, I finally feel I can face this situation calmly)

Kate: "I'd like to thank you, Alfons."

Alfons: "For dressing you in a lewd outfit and then shamelessly playing with you? Please, don't mention it. It was my pleasure."

Kate: "Not that..."

Kate: "...I was worried and overthinking things, but now the weight is finally off my shoulders."

Kate: "Thanks to you for taking my mind off it."

Kate: "Still... I don't like the idea of just sitting and waiting."

Kate: "Can you help me figure out how to get back to normal?"

Alfons: "My word, are you still fixated on this?"

Alfons: "It will be fine even if you have to stay like this for the rest of your life. In the end, appearances are inconsequential."

Kate: "But... being like this, I'm worried that I won't be able to help anyone if I need to."

Alfons: "You're worried you won't be able to help anyone?"

Kate: "It's frustrating... and a little bit troubling."

Kate: "If you collapsed right now, for instance, I wouldn't be able to call for help."

Kate: "That's why... I'm rather worried."

Alfons: "...... ha."

Alfons: "You're so serious."

~~Part 3~~

Alfons: "...... ha."

Alfons: "You're so serious."

(.........)

He looked at me with a thin smile as he rested his chin on his hand.

Surprised by his expression, I felt my heart skip a beat and my face heated up.

(W-Why... am I feeling flustered?)

Kate: "... anyway! Please, take me to Roger."

Kate: "There must be something I can do to help even now."

Alfons: "I don't like the idea of going to that guy's lab."

Kate: "... I've been thinking about this for a while now, but you don't like Roger, do you?"

Alfons: "False! I'm not the picky type when it comes to people."

~~~

Roger: "Al? It's unusual to see you here."

Roger: "Normally, you wouldn't come anywhere near the lab when I'm here, even if you got injured or caught a cold."

Kate: "Is that so?"

Roger: "Yeah, this guy sneaks in when I'm not around and administers his own treatment."

Alfons: "I have no idea what you're talking about."

The room that served as Roger's laboratory and medical office was a bit more cluttered than usual,

Filled with various chemicals and notes containing formulas.

Kate: "... I know you're looking for a way to get me back to normal. I'm sorry for being careless."

Roger: "Don't worry about it. I'm not exactly blameless myself."

Kate: "I was wondering if there's anything I could do to help."

Roger: "Oh? Is that why you dragged Al in here? Impressive."

Roger: "I don't mind a woman who doesn't give up in the face of adversity."

~~Part 4~~

Alfons: "Shall we concentrate on the matter at hand?"

Roger: "You want to help.... Actually, there might be something you can do ---."

According to his words, Roger was waiting for a chemical reaction between the drugs,

And couldn't leave the room until he got the results.

However, if they were satisfactory, adding one more component would likely complete the mixture.

Roger: "I was planning to get it after seeing the results,"

Roger: "But if you pick it up at the same time..."

Kate: "The medicine will be ready sooner...!"

Roger: "Exactly."

Kate: "Alfons..."

Alfons: "...don't look at me like that."

Alfons: "I'll do it if there's something in it for me."

Kate: "Like what..."

Alfons: "Let's see... If you promise to let me have my way with you tonight."

Kate: "...... huh? Have your way with me...?"

When I hesitated, Alfons narrowed his eyes, clearly trying to lure me into something questionable.

Alfons: "Then, let me sweeten the deal a little."

Alfons: "I'll have my way with you tonight only if you're not back to normal by then. How does it sound?"

~~Part 5~~

Alfons: "I'll have my way with you tonight only if you're not back to normal by then... How does it sound?"

(If I'm not back to normal...)

Kate: "Roger... how long do you think it'll take to complete the medicine?"

Roger: "If you bring me the drug before the nightfall, I should be able to finish it tonight."

Roger: "It's difficult to gauge how much time it'll take for it to work or if it's going to work at all."

He looked at me and Alfons, then ostentatiously raised his eyebrow.

He was a rationalist, focused only on the quick completion of his task and therefore not particularly willing to interfere in my dealings with Alfons.

(If the medicine takes effect before the nightfall, I can escape Alfons' clutches)

(If it fails or is slow to take effect... I'll be at his mercy)

But no matter the outcome of the situation, without Alfons' help

I can do nothing by myself.

(Rather than being idle, I want to take action...)

Kate: "Fine. I promise..."

Alfons: "...... you're a fool, after all."

Kate: "Huh?"

Alfons: "All you had to do is to ask someone else to accompany you."

Kate: "......! That's true ---"

Alfons: "Oops, you missed your chance."

Alfons: "Our deal still stands. Now, let's go."

Alfons: "Will you be my toy tonight? Or will you go back to normal? ... this is fun, don't you agree?"

Chapter 3 Premium

[kaeyapilled]

Hii this is the same anon that asked for kaeya fics and I'm wondering if maybe you have some good cynonari fics? Btw the kaeya fics were super good thanks for that

hello!! im glad you liked the kaeya fics! i sadly dont read a lot of cynonari so i dont have nearly as many recs as i had for kaeya (8 works tagged cynari in my bookmarks against 69 works tagged kaeya, lol), but if anyone seeing this has some good fics, dont hesitate to share!! im a bit lacking in the cynari department.. my apologies. heres a few that ive read and liked:

i look at you and worry, "love is violence" by pinkweirdsunsets

Cyno taps his little finger against the table, “This isn’t a date.” An impressive frown stretches across Tighnari’s face, “Is that so?” “We are only friends.” “But you are gorgeous, General.” Cyno’s face remains impassive, “Only friends, Tighnari.” Tighnari pours himself another cup of coffee. tighnari, and how he loves, loves, and loves

this is honestly one of the coolest fics ive ever read. i read it by chance some time ago and it was an Experience. it's very confusing, on purpose, and the writing style executes it soooo nicely i loved it. and the concept is so interesting!! i was thinking about it for days after reading it. its a bit of an au so if you want full canon compliance you might not like it, but it does have most elements of canon and the characterization was really on point. i just rlly recommend this one<3

dew-kissed, sun-kissed by caniculeo

“Cyno,” Tighnari says, “you need to stop telling jokes at dinner.” “You keep saying that,” Cyno says, unfazed. in which tighnari keeps kissing cyno after every awful joke, and cyno has no idea why.

this one's just fluff. pure delight. nothing bad ever happens. it's SO sweet and funny it just gives you fluffy warm feelings inside. a good read for after you finish that first one, maybe. also, i do recommend checking this author's other fics!! they have some more cynari stuff, though i havent read them myself; i have however read one of their works about kaveh and it was really good, so. yeah!

girlhood first introduction to love by warsena

Collei is very loved, by many people. Five of them try to help her to deal with falling in love.

well, this is me cheating. this isnt cynari, they're just in the background. but i wanted to sneak this one in because it's collei-centric and so so so sweet and real, and i love collei. so. yeah. could i interest you in some implied collei/fischl in these trying times?

GAH sorry i dont have more!! i love cyno and tighnari but i very rarely read fanfiction about them lmao😭i hope you like these and, again, if someone else has recs...

[the-mad-closet]

The other polycule (either Ninja Storm or SPD)

I don’t remember what all I listed, so here’s some (and fill in any I missed my or just have fun 💕)

8, 9, 10, 14, 15, 16, (throw in 22 +23 if you please, you know me), 30, 39, 43, 58, 70, 77

I definitely added some, feel free to bounce and add between the two if your want!

SPD Emergency, babes! The "emergency" being the sex they need to go have right now.

8 - Cock warming, 9 - Mommy/Daddy kink, 10 - Bondage, 14 - Sadism/Masochism, 16 - Voyeurism/Exhibitionist, 22 - Praise, 23 - Degradation, 30 - Begging, 39 - Intoxication/Drugged, 43 - Uniform, 58 - During a movie, 70 - Gang bang, 77 - Giggly carefree sex

~

8 - Cock Warming

Bridge hadn't meant for this to happen when he'd started projecting his fantasies, but well...

Jack pats his lap, thick cock poking out of his pants. "C'mon, babe, you know what to do."

Bridge makes a little noise, equal parts embarrassed and turned on. "Sir?" he asks softly.

"Be good, baby," Jack says, raising an eyebrow. Bridge complies without anymore hesitation. Jack kisses Bridge's neck. "Good boy," he says.

Bridge moans softly as he sinks down on Jack's cock. "Thank you, sir," he breathes.

Jack smirks. Bridge would be upset, but he's getting something out of this too. Bridge leans back, leaning against Jack contentedly. Jack hooks his chin over Bridge's shoulder and continues with his paperwork.

~

9 - Mommy/Daddy Kink

"Mommy," Z whimpers as Syd pushes in once more. The pink dildo compliments everything about Z. She's beautiful like this, Syd thinks.

"M-Mommy," Z pleads. "Please, Mommy, p-" Syd hums, pushing in once more. "Please!" Z yelps. "Please, please, please!"

Syd smirks. "Pretty baby," she says. "Baby girl," she continues. She pushes herself up and straddles Z's stomach. She crawls her way up to Z's mouth and orders, "Suck, baby."

Z does without hesitation and Syd's smile grows. "Such a good girl."

~

10 - Bondage

Of the five members of the relationship, Bridge is the only submissive bottom, Z is a switch, while Syd is a dominant switch, and Sky and Jack are both dominant tops. This normally works well. However, Syd is the only one who's comfortable enough tying Bridge up.

So, Jack sits in on their scenes when Bridge wants to be tied. Bridge is Jack's favorite boy. Why wouldn't he want to learn?

~

14 - Sadism/Masochism

It comes as no surprise that Sky wants to hurt his lovers. Somehow Syd had known that from the very beginning. Bridge doesn't like pain and neither Z nor Jack are ready for that level of relationship, so Syd is the one who takes the brunt of that. "You're sure this is okay?" Sky asks time and time again.

Syd smirks and lays herself out on the bed. "Come on, baby," she says. "Mark me up."

And Sky is always helpless to comply.

~

16 - Voyuerism/Exhibitionism

Jack likes to show off. He always loves it. He wants his loved ones on display, wants to put on a good show. He wants people to get something out of it. Z hates the attention, so they'd compromised on letting the others watch them.

"You're turning them on, babe," Jack whispers in Z's ear. She's facing away from them, Jack against the headboard and Z riding him. Jack can see the others. Syd's fingers a clenched in her lap, watching Z with a gaze full of rapture. Bridge's face is flushed, eyes glued to where Jack's cock is disappearing into Z's body, to her fluid muscles bunching and flexing as she spears herself on Jack's dick. Sky's eyes are on Z's ass, he swallows thickly. "They want to join us."

"Gah," Z whimpers. "Please," she begs.

Jack smirks, the grabs her chin and yanks her down into a kiss. "Give 'em a show, Elizabeth."

~

22 - Praise/23 - Degredation

"Little slut," Syd pants, letting her body drop so Bridge's cock pushes inside her once more. "My favorite whore."

Jack pets Bridge's hair, playing with his nipples while Bridge gets his fingers wet. "Such a good boy," Jack murmurs. Bridge whimpers. Jack grins, wiggling his fingers.

Syd reaches over and gets her hands on Jack's cock. "I want to make him last longer, baby," she says, pumping Jack's cock. "Little sluts like him shouldn't come before their masters."

Jack smiles wickedly. "Shouldn't be too hard for a good boy like you, should it, babe?"

They're gonna kill me, Bridge thinks. Then: It'd be a good way to go.

~

30 - Begging

"Please, please, please!" Z begs, down on her knees with her hands tied behind her back. "I can't," she gasps. "I can't!"

Sky hums. "I think you can," he says. "You can go one more, can't you?"

Z whines. "No, no, no!" she cries. "Please!"

Sky hums, tilting her face up with two fingers hooked under her chin. "You can do one more," he says. "Be a good girl. One more."

Z sobs, tears slipping down her cheeks. "Please," she begs. This time, it's for a different reason.

~

39 - Intoxication/Drugged

No one ever said that loving an officer would be easy, but no one prepared Syd for getting absolutely railed when Sky got doused with some kind of chemical.

Syd moans, tossing her head back as Sky shoves his way into her body, forcing Syd down on his cock. "You like that?" Sky asks, a little growly. He's more aggressive, more loose, and Syd grins around another moan.

"Oh, yeah, baby. Harder!" Syd demands. "Faster."

Sky complies, shoving in and yanking out at a pace that shouldn't be physically possibly. "That's it, take it," Sky growls. "Take all of me," he demands, bending down to get his mouth on Syd's neck and bite down.

"Mm!" Syd yelps, biting pain and sparking pleasure. It's not much longer before she's done for, but Sky has her permission to use her as he sees fit.

~

43 - Uniform

Z blushes, looking at the wall. It's not her fault Bridge looks hot in his uniform. Granted, Bridge looks hot in anything, there's just something about how neat he looks right before Z fucks him up. Or just fucks him.

"Bridge, baby," Z says sweetly.

Bridge freezes in the middle of buttoning up his collar. "Yes, Z?" he asks, faux casual.

Z smirks, already knowing she has him. "Come sit with me."

Bridge's shoulders tremble, his hands shake. He knows, and he's ready.

"Leave the uniform," Z commands. Bridge gains a bright pink flush and Z counts her wins.

~

58 - During a movie

"Be a good boy," Jack murmurs to Bridge. "On the floor, suck her off."

They're in a movie theater. It's abandoned, but none of them care. Syd and Bridge had wanted to explore, and Jack had gone along to make sure they didn't get into trouble. Except, he planned on causing some of his own.

Bridge drops to his knees, eyes already glassy. There's a movie playing, one from the early 2000s. Jack thinks it's probably a Disney, Pixar, or Dreamworks film, he's not too clear on the animation styles. It's cute, whatever it is.

Syd lifts her skirt and drops it over Bridge's head, eyes falling closed immediately as Bridge tongues her through her pink, lace panties. She reaches over, grabbing Jack's shoulder. "Mm, yeah!" she gasps.

Bridge presses in deeper. With a soft moan, Syd grinds her hips against Bridge's face. Good boy he is, Bridge's hands haven't left his lap, but the leather creaks as his hands flex.

Jack smirks, dropping one hand on Syd's hip and squatting down next to his boy. "Be good," he says again, "and I fuck you once Syd's come."

Bridge moans, pressing deeper still and Syd gasps as Bridge fucks her quick through the lace. Jack smirks when her blue eyes glare accusingly at him. "No regrets," he replies.

~

70 - Gang bang

Bridge is on his back on the bed, Sky's cock in his hole with three of Syd's fingers. Z's on his cock, fucking herself fast and hard. Meanwhile Jack's got Bridge's mouth stuffed with his own cock. The room is a cacophony moans and whines and half-formed, muffled pleas. Bridge has a cock ring on, so he's not coming before Jack says he can. Bridge, knowing this, has made it his mission to make Jack some now.

Jack dives back into Bridge's wet mouth, barely registering the yelp as Syd adds her tongue into the mix. Bridge bucks up into Z, who shoves down onto him with a loud moan as she comes, soaking herself and Bridge's stomach with her release. Sky's next, Z's pleasured moans and tossed back head spinning him wildly toward his own release. Syd licks up the mess that spills out of Bridge's hole. Jack laughs. "Syd?" he asks.

She chuckles. "I'm good, baby."

Jack laughs, then fucks into Bridge's mouth a little harder. "You wanna be hoarse tomorrow, babe?" he asks.

Bridge whines, little agreeing noises vibrating against Jack's cock.

Jack laughs. "Good boy," he replies, and thrusts forward once more.

~

77 - Giggly carefree sex

Syd falls back on the bed with a giggle, looking up at Jack with sparkling eyes. "Come on, Jack," she teases. "Come have fun with me!"

Jack crawls up the bed with a low chuckle. "How do you want me, Syd?" he asks.

Syd thinks about this as Jack traces kisses on her collarbones and boobs, gripping them in his hands and kneading and squeezing them. Syd moans, pressing into his touch. "Just like this," she decides, hands tugging at the hem of his shirt. "Just like this," she echoes.

Jack smiles, finally leaning up to capture her mouth. "You got it, babe."

~

@estel-eruantien

[sketchy-scribs-n-doods]

Bee and Argie, Billy and Argyle

Arturo Guillermo Franco Valdes.

Arturo Guillermo, and a friend that calls him Guille, Artie, Argie.

A red faced Billy that pronounces Guillermo as ‘Gah-ee-ler-moh’ before learning that ‘ll’ makes a ‘yuh’ sound in Spanish.

Artie calling him Bee-yee, and later Bee, as a joke because of it.

Billy tosses out nicknames like the affection he’s never been sure how to express. But he loves the way his friend's name rolls off his tongue, the syllables strange and clunky and a challenge that Billy readily takes up. Soon, it falls full and melodic from his lips, prettier than any song he's ever heard on the old radio his mom left him with.

Mi amigo, Arturo.

Argie tells him not to sweat it, but Billy doesn’t understand why nobody else seems to want to make the effort. Like it’s too difficult, or like Argie isn’t worth the effort. Most of the other Mexican kids at school already know how to pronounce the names that give their white teachers pause, but outside of that demographic there’s a pathetic lack of effort that incites Billy sometimes. 

“Don’t sweat it, bro. Not everyone can roll their Rs as good as you.”

“What, like it’s hard? Fuckin’ idiots.”

(Years later, when they find each other again, Billy will know why his old friend Argie goes by Argyle, because Argyle will nudge him with a serene little smile of his and say, “Long time no see, Bee. Your ol’ pal Artie Gyle-ermo missed you, amigo.”)

Once, early in their friendship, Billy asks Argie why he has so many damn names. Why does he need like half a dozen of them? And Argie says,

“Well, I dunno. I think it makes me pretty damn special, though. How many ‘Arturo Guillermo Franco Valdes’ do you know?”

“Just you, obviously. But that doesn’t mean much, I don’t know any other ‘William Hargrove’s either.”

“Maybe not. But it’s prolly a lot easier for some random Hargrove to be named Billy than for someone to line up a buncha random names to smash together and create a Franco Valdes named Arturo Guillermo.”

“That ‘random Hargrove’ is me, jackass!”

“Exactly!”

“At least my name’s not a fuckin’ mouthful!”

“Oh, so I’m a mouthful, am I?”

“Fuck you!”

A few months later, well into Billy's friendship with Argyle, the kid invites him over to his place to check out his new bike or something, Billy doesn't remember.

What he does remember is meeting Argyle's dad and paternal grandma, Nana Hermelinda.

It's getting colder, for California at least, and Nana insists on making the kids chocolate abuelita while Argyle's dad is at work. A much richer hot chocolate than Billy is used to, the smell is spicy sweet and warm in the air as it foams up in the pot Nana is using, instead of the mild chemical sweetness of the mugs Billy puts in the microwave when he can sneak a packet of Swiss Miss in the winter. Her worn, wrinkled hands make quick work of it, expertly spinning between them a wooden stick with rotating round bits at the end that goes into the frothy mix. Nana calls it a molinillo when she sees him looking at it, and rather than freeze up over being caught staring, as he normally would, Billy instead finds himself trying to pronounce the new word for the remaining five minutes the chocolate takes to finish. The air feels almost soft around him, pleasantly warm and sweet like cinnamon as Nana lets the mixture cool while she searches for mugs in the cabinet above them. When she offers him his own, a brown mug with a rounded bottom and pretty dotted flower designs on its shiny finish, Billy is shy and hesitant to take it. But the warmth as he wraps his chilly fingers around it is welcoming and its smells so good. The first sip is cautious, slow like he's still unsure about whether he's allowed something so warm and comforting.

It's incredible.

Billy's pretty blue eyes light up like Argyle has never seen before. He can feel his heart thump awkwardly in his chest as those baby blues shine bright in the soft yellow light of the kitchen.

Then Billy lowers the mug, and a little mustache of foamed milk and chocolate lines his upper lip. Argyle quickly forgets the brief stutter of his heartbeat and cackles at the sight.

Billy is too busy having a religious experience over his mug of hot chocolate to bother with telling him to shut up like he normally would, but he doesn't truly mind- he likes the sound of Argie's loud bouncing laughter.

Nana looks fondly at them over her own mug, sitting comfortably on a stool by the kitchen counter as Billy politely thanks her for the drink with what little clumsy Spanish he's learned from Argyle so far. She coos at him, putting down her mug as she answers in a kind, lilting Spanish that Argyle will later tell him roughly means, "Of course, love. Come here whenever you like. I will make you a mug anytime, son." Billy inhales the warm steam wafting up from the mug he holds tight as Nana places a gentle hand on his cheek and calls him mijo.

Years later, Billy still remembers it as one of the last times he'd felt so held and cared for.

[chalterdh22]

Chapter 45: Do You Wanna Ship?

Since I have helped with the Cutless before, I flew that, and Din flew the other ship we were giving to mom.  We didn’t tell her we were coming.  I wanted to surprise her, seeing I had been gone for way longer than I originally told her.  We both landed around the same time in her hanger.

She came running out as usual with her hair all crazy.  She saw the Cutless and knew it was the one she built.  I ran out of it with Grogu and gave her a huge hug.  “Hey mom!  I missed you!”  Squeezing her, with Grogu reaching to her trying to get his hug in.

“What, did you two steal Mando’s ship?  What happened, did you leave him for dead somewhere?”  We laughed.  “No, he’s parking something.”  Just as I said that he came walking up.

“Hey Peli.” 

“Mando!  You’re alive!  I thought these two left you for dead somewhere!”  She turned back to me.  “So, how long you staying?  Or am I going to be a pit stop?  I’ll have to start charging you!”  She laughed loudly.

“Well, actually….”  I started to say.  “We have something for you.”

“A present?  You shouldn’t have!  Or, yeah, you should have weeks ago, but I’m not complaining!”

“It sounds like you are.”  Din said monotone.  He turned and we started walking back to the ship.

“Ooooo, fancy!”  She said as she approached it.  “Why the heck do you guys need three ships?  She doesn’t look that bad of shape, maybe just a once over then?”

I started laughing.  “No, mom.  This is for you!  You can do whatever you want with it.  We acquired her and just don’t have any use for her.”

She stood there, with her mouth open slightly.  “Ha, good one!  I fix ships, not park them!”

“What about selling it then?  Fix her up and get top dollar.”

“Wait, you guys being serious?”  She looked down at the kid in her arms.  “Are they being serious?”

“Gah, coo!”  He pointed at it.

“You guys are the best?  Where’d ya get it?  Wait, don’t tell me!  I’m going to scrub through her and sell it and make serious credits on it!”  I swear I’ve never seen her that happy!  I was just smiling at the way she was flying around, touching everything.  “Can you guys stay for a bit, or do you have to go right away.?”

I looked at Din, who had the tracker with him.  “I will need to leave for about a half a day, but I’ll be back early in the morning.”  Din explained. 

“I’ll stay here with Grogu!”

Mom was smiling ear to ear and my heart was warm.  This will give us some time to talk too.

“Come on in kids!”  She led us inside her home.  I put the kid down on the floor with his little ball.  I sat down and looked at mom.

“Mom, can I talk to you about something?”

“Sure?  What’s on your mind?”  she asked while sitting next to me.

“It’s about Din…”

“I know, I know!  He can be a stick in the mud, but he’s good people!  I’ve known him for years, Suri!  Just give him a chance.  Hey, you might even be able to break that shell of his!”  She was laughing, and I made an uneasy laugh, which made her stop and look right at me.  “Why, what’s he done?  You let me know right now!”

“No, no, mom.  Nothing like that,” I said reassuringly.  Sighing, I scratched the back of my head and continued.  “It’s, uh, I think I have feelings for him, like more than us just working together….”

There was silence.  Mom looked straight ahead, collecting her thoughts, and I looked at her sideways, not making eye contact.

“How can you have feelings for the guy?  He’s in a suit of armor all day and has the personality of that doorknob!  What do you mean you have feelings for him?  Have you actually ever seen the guy?  What if he’s like a hideous creature, with scales and…….”  She suddenly stopped talking and looked right at me.  “You have seen him!  What does he look like?  Scaley?”  She made a weird face and movements with her fingers.  I had to laugh.

“No, he’s not scaley.  He’s just like us.  And he’s definitely not ugly!”  Pausing to collect my thoughts quickly before she interrupted again.  “And, just so you know, when he’s not being a Mandalorian, he’s really pleasant to be around.  He even laughs!”

“What?  No way!  I have to see that!”

“Maybe one day,” I chuckled.  “I just wanted to let you know because, well, I don’t know what to do.”

“Does he have feelings for you, like, how do you know?”

“Well, we’ve kissed a few times.”  I said softly.

“You what?  With his helmet on?”

“No, mom!  Forget the helmet for a minute!  Geesh!  We’ve kissed a few times.  I’ve helped him with his wounds and been there for him emotionally.”

“Ok, ok, I get it!  You don’t need to spell it out for me.  What do you want, my blessing?  He’s a Mandalorian for crying out loud!  You know what kind of life they live.  Is that what you want?”

“Maybe!  We will be going away for a while, and I just wanted to let you know that is all.  Plus, the kid and I have a special connection somehow.  So, I have fallen in love with him like he was my own.”

“Nu-uh!  I claimed him first!”  she said petting him, as he purred.  I rolled my eyes.

“Please don’t tell him I said anything to you about us!  I just wanted you to know that I’ll be safe with him and to trust us.”

“How can I trust you when I never know where you’re going, where you are, you never check in.  But, sure, yeah, I can trust you!”  She rolled her eyes back at me now.

“I know, and I’m sorry.  I’ll try to be in touch more.  But seriously, don’t say anything to him.  I don’t want him uncomfortable around you.”  She was still stroking Grogu’s head and ears.

“Did you really hear him laugh?  What was it like, a little girls’?”  She had a huge smile on her face.

“No, no.  It was super low and breathy.  It was really sweet, actually.  Grogu and I enjoyed hearing it.”

“I bet you did, ya little womprat!  How’d you do it?  Let me guess…. Grogu did something funny?  I know it wasn’t you.  You aren’t that funny, not like me!”

“No, it wasn’t me!”  I was hesitant to tell mom, seeing she can’t keep some manners to herself.

“Well, did Grogu here land on his funny bone or something?”  She looked down at him, who was smiling at her.  I asked him if we could tell her, and he agreed.

“So, we found out that he’s ticklish is all.  And we probably went too far……. But it was worth it, right little man!!!”  I reached out to him and patted him on the back.

“No way!”  She stood up fast almost dropping the kid! 

“Don’t say anything, please mom!  He’s already got trust issues with everyone.  I’m just telling you for our sake, that he’s not a droid is all!”

“Ok, ok!  I won’t say anything.  But I might get a jab in or two!”

I shook my head.  Mom always had to have the last say.

[chen-chen-chen-again-chen]

Swegory 5: It’s a little bit funny, this feeling inside 

@larkral :

My brain : yeah all right then 

~

GREGORY 

Gregory waits until Simon is in his bedroom back at the Petty house, helping him pack up for school, to ask the question that’s been stuck in his throat all morning: 

“Is it gay to want to smell your roommate’s hair?” 

~ 

Gregory woke up that morning with his face buried in Swithin’s hair. 

It wasn’t like, intentional. He didn’t go to bed thinking I want to spoon Swithin Grimm. But Gegory usually has a spare pillow to cuddle with when he sleeps (he slept with a Luke Skywalker teddy bear for far too long, as his older sister Cam likes to point out) and clearly Asleep Gregory latched onto Swithin as the next best thing. 

So Gregory woke up with his arm snugged around Swithin’s waist, and his face in Swithin’s hair. He breathes in, and Swithin smells like sleep and warm skin but also something sharper, sweeter, like cinnamon but different, so he has to breathe in again to try and figure it out, wracking his brains to try and remember what shampoo Swithin uses. A third breath and it’s like, like cookies or something, like gingersnaps, but- 

There’s a cough. 

Gregory wrenches his arm off of Swithin and flails around to see Simon in the kitchen, filling the water kettle. 

“Morning,” Simon says. His socks don’t match and he’s wearing his glasses and a dark grey housecoat like he’s somebody’s dad and he looks too amused for this early in the morning. 

“GAH,” Gregory says, and Swithin stirs. 

“Gregory?” Swithin says, groggy, squinting up at him, and oh shit, does Swithin know that Gregory was like, all over him?

Gregory scoots back which is dumb because sofa bed and he falls right off. He winds up his arse, dragging half the blanket with him, and winces. 

“Gregory!” Swithin says, looking more awake, sitting upright. “Are you okay?”

“Yup, great, grand,” Gregory’s mouth says, “I just, uh, just - gotta piss!” and he hightails it out of the living room to go drown himself in the shower. 

~

To be fair, Simon doesn’t laugh outright in Gregory’s face. 

“That’s a big question,” Simon says, stopping from where he’s folding one of Gregory’s jumpers (also, why is he bothering to fold Gregory’s jumper? It’s just gonna get messed up in his duffle). “And not an easy one to answer. There’s a lot of different kinds of attraction, and-”

“I’m not ATTRACTED,” Gregory screeches. “I just - I don’t know, it’s just something I noticed! This whole weekend has been weird!"

Simon stands in Gregory’s bedroom, his hands on his hips, face scrunched up, staring at the ceiling. “All right,” he says, clearly in his thinking mode. “Maybe attraction isn’t the right word. But, um, attention? Does that seem right?”

Attention is… better. More neutral. Sometimes things come up that just grab your attention, right? Whether you want them to or not. Whether they’re… good, or not. Whether you feel anything about them or not.

“Sure,” Gregory says, forcing himself to chill the fuck out for just like, a microsecond. “Let’s go with that.” 

“You can pay attention to, or notice, certain things,” Simon says, “but it doesn’t necessarily define your entire orientation or identity. That’s made up of a lot of moving parts. And some of them may change over time, or you might see them differently as you get more experience.” 

“So,” Gregory says, trying to parse things, “it’s not… necessarily gay to want to smell your roommate’s hair?” 

Simon gives him a kind look. Gregory hates it. 

“That might not be the most helpful way to ask the question,” Simon says instead, sidestepping the actual question like a fucking coward.

Don’t ask me about how I feel about it. Don’t ask me how I feel about it. Don’t ask me how I - 

“How do you-”

“I’m done packing!” Gregory yells. 

~

Mum’s in the kitchen when he leaves, dunking an apple spice muffin into a mug of tea while she reads a terrifying-looking book called In Defense of Globalization.

“Take some muffins for the ride,” she says, shoving a paper bag at him. She’s such a messy baker, she’s still got everything out on the counter tops, a whole bunch of jars of spices and - 

There! Gregory swoops in on one and sniffs it and yeah, that’s it. That’s it!!

… Swithin’s hair smells like nutmeg. 

~

“I’m not going to be weird about it,” Gregory chants to himself, as he pulls on his trainers. “I’m not going to be weird about it. I’m not going to be weird about it. I’m-” 

“That’s the spirit,” Simon says, giving him an encouraging pat on the head. 

“Stop trying to be helpful!” Gregory screeches, batting his hand away. 

“Text me whenever,” Simon says, as if he hasn’t heard anything. “I'll only be an hour ahead in Malta - we could probably video chat sometime.”

“I won’t need to,” Gregory sniffs. “I’m good. I’m great. I’ve got this.” 

Swithin’s getting out of the front seat of Baz's car. The autumn sunlight falls across his face and his hair, making the edges of his dark brown hair glow redly, like an ember. He smiles hesitantly when he sees Gregory, like he’s not quite sure it’s allowed, and Gregory trips over a crack in the pavement but he manages to keep himself from kissing the concrete. 

“Yeah,” Simon says, shooting him finger guns, “you’ve got this.” 

@carryonprompts can we get a fic of Swithin in Watford developing a massive crush on his roommate and calling big bro Baz for help?

[beels-burger-babe]

Double Vision

*This is completely self-indulgent as I officially have to wear glasses now and got my first pair today, but I figured to give you guys some content in between me being stuck on the two stupid drafts that I'm writing, I'd give you this I guess this is a series of shorts?? Either way, enjoy! -B*

Summary: It's the night before the first major test of the RAD school year, and MC has been holed up in their room all day. The brothers are concerned and go to check in on them, but they notice something different - MC is wearing glasses

CW: Asmo being Asmo. His bit is a little suggestive at times

LUCIFER

Although he'll never admit it, Lucifer was really concerned when you had disappeared for the entire day.

He was so used to hearing you laughing amongst his brothers, or pestering him in his office, or even just lounging in the living room that your absence had left him feeling like something was wrong.

Using the excuse of bringing you food to prevent you from starving, he comes to your room and knocks once before entering.

"MC, I know your studying, but do try not to forget that you...need..."

He's cut off mid-snark as he saw you staring back at him behind a pair of framed lenses.

His heart stuttered in his chest and Lucifer Morningstar is left speechless.

Your hair was a mess from the countless times you had run your hands through it. There were bags of exhaustion under your eyes, and there was a hand-shaped mark on your face from where you had been leaning into your palm.

But with those glasses, you looked studious and sharp.

If the eye-wear added this much to your beauty when you were clearly sleep-deprived as you were, he couldn't help but imagine how you might look dressed up in business wear with them.

"Lucifer?"

He snapped his head up, as you caught his focus one more, and noticed, with a frown, how you had removed your glasses.

"Did you come here for something?"

Lucifer walked over to your desk and set down the plate in front of you. "I was ensuring that you actually ate some food between all the reading you're doing." He picked up your glasses and casually inspected them (although mentally he was taking note of the style so that he could buy you more). "I was unaware that you wear glasses, MC."

You rolled your eyes and took a bite from the food in front of you. "That's because I don't need to wear them all the time. Just when I'm doing activities that can strain my eyes."

Lucifer hummed and looked closely at you. You rose an eyebrow at the demon, questioning his odd behaviour. Before you could say anything, he leaned forward and gently slid the frames onto your face.

You felt your cheeks heat up as his eyes remained locked on yours, and a sly smile graced his lips. "You should wear them more often," he whispered softly. "You look lovely in them."

MAMMON

Mammon sighed heavily as he sat upside down on his bed.

He was bored. You had locked yourself up in your room all day for that stupid test and had kicked him out since apparently he was "distracting" and "prevented you from getting any work down."

Well, fuck that! He wanted to spend time with you, damn it!

Mammon marched down the hall and banged on the door once before throwing open the door. "Yo human! Studyin' time is over! It's Mammon ti-...time..."

He trailed off for a moment as he noticed you glaring heatedly at him. However, it wasn't the glare that made him surprised. No. It was the fact that the glare was being filtered through a pair of glasses that he had never seen before on your face.

"When the fuck did you start wearin' glasses?!" He screeched and marched over to you, grabbing your cheeks to pull you closer and get a better look.

You let out a noise of frustration and swatted his hands away. "Mammon quit it! I'm trying to study!"

Surprisingly, he pulled back his hands, but he remained barely an inch away from you. "I didn't ask if you were studyin'! I asked about the glasses!"

You felt yourself blush and pulled your face away. "I've always had glasses. I just don't always wear them. That's all. Wh-Why does it matter?"

Mammon opened his mouth to give a retort, before snapping his jaw back shut. His face grew rapidly warm as he scratched the back of his neck. "I-I was just wonderin'! You've been down here for what? 3 months now? And I ain't ever seen you wear them."

You averted your eyes from the clearly flustered demon and nervously played with your hands. "Yeah, well, I didn't really want any of you to see me in them. I look pretty silly and-"

"What the fuck are you talkin' about? You're adorable!!" Mammon shouted before slapping a hand over his blushing face. The two of you stared at each other with wide eyes full of shock. "I-I mean, glasses are cool, ya know? I wear glasses all the time! And if the Great Mammon knows anythin', it's style! So, of course, you look cute- I mean good- I mean gorgeous- I-I mean GAH!" Mammon turned around and stormed out of the room.

A couple days later, you found a pair of tinted glasses, identical to the ones Mammon wears, in your prescription sitting by your door.

LEVIATHAN

Levi groaned as he looked at the books in front of him.

He wasn't the most studious of his brothers, and this test was draining the life out of him. He wanted nothing more than to curl up with you and watch anime, but because of this stupid test you were both holed up in your respective rooms studying.

Leviathan let out a huff as he laid his head on his desk and glanced over at his manga collection. His gaze paused on the side of a particular school manga with the two main characters studying on the cover.

Levi shot out of his seat in realization, "I can just go study with them!!!"

Levi quickly gathered all his textbooks and went straight to your room. He knocked on the door and nervously waited for you to answer.

As the door swung open, Levi's jaw dropped and his books went scattering across the floor.

Glasses. You were wearing glasses. Glasses that made your eyes look slightly bigger and just overall made you so freaking cute. Oh goodness. He didn't know that you could pull off the cool, studious type so well. You were just so cute!

"Oh shoot, Levi! Your books!" You bent down and quickly began to gather them for him. It was just like a scene from an anime!

"S-So kawaii," the otaku muttered, as he tried to hide his red face behind his arm.

The reddening got worse as you looked up at him and tilted your head. "What was that, Levi?"

He frantically waved his hands took his books back from you, "N-NOTHING! Just, um, I-I was wondering if we could study together? I'm not having much luck on my own, a-a-and you look smart, especially with your new glasses, which look amazing, and I-I thought maybe..."

You smiled softly at the otaku's mumbling and grabbed his hand. "Of course, Levi! I'd love to study with you!"

As you pulled him into your room to sit at your desk, Levi blushed and followed behind you, mentally thinking of the number of glasses-wearing cosplays he could get you to try.

SATAN

Satan took a sip of his tea as you sat down at the library table beside him.

Test season had always been a favourite of his for a number of reasons, but this year, those reasons could all be narrowed down to one big one: he got to spend more time alone with you.

It made him more grateful than ever that his brothers were morons and that he was the only dependable demon in the house that you could study with.

He had constructed an easy-to-follow study guide for the two of you that would guarantee both your success for this test. You'd get good grades and avoid Lucifer's wrath, and he'd get to spend time with you. It was a win-win.

He flipped through a textbook to find the subject of the test. "Alright. We should get started if we're going to stick to the plan. Now, how comfortable are you with..." he stopped short as he looked up and saw you staring at him with a pair of glasses on your face.

He blinked.

He had never seen you were glasses before. He couldn't help but think that now that he had, he never wanted to see you without them again. You look so stunning and elegant with them on. He absolutely loved it.

Of course, he couldn't just tell you that though.

Instead, Satan tilted his head and smirked. "You are aware that just because you're wearing glasses, it won't make you any smarter?"

You gasped in mock offence and lightly hit his arm as Satan laughed. "I'll have you know these are prescribed! I have to wear them when I'm doing any strenuous activities."

Satan flashed a roguish smile and went back to flipping through his book. "Pity. I'd rather like to see you wear them more often. You look wonderful," before you even got the chance to respond or acknowledge the light blush on his cheeks, Satan cleared his throat. "Now, on page 364, you'll see..."

ASMODEUS

Asmodeus hummed to himself as he walked towards your room with a basket full of facemasks and nail polish in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other.

You had been tucked away in your little room all day studying, and he just knew that you needed a break. That's where he came in of course, offering you all the love and self-care you could ever desire.

Asmodeus joyfully knocked on your door before slipping inside. "MC dear, I've come to free you from your..." he inhaled sharply at the sight before him.

You were laying on your stomach, kicking your legs behind you as you read whatever book you were studying from, dressed in an adorably oversized sweatshirt. That alone would've been enough to make him squeal.

But you were also wearing glasses.

Asmo shrieked as he jumped onto the bed with you and tackled you.

You let out a yelp as the two of you tumbled to the floor. "Wha- Asmo! Get off!"

Asmodeus giggled and sat up beside you. "Sorry, darling! I couldn't help it! You look so cute with your little glasses. AH! It's delightful," his eyes sparkled with intrigue and pleasure. "Sexy even," he purred as he leaned in close.

You chuckled and pushed Asmodeus away as you stood up. "I'm just studying. The glasses are so I can read without getting a headache."

The demon hummed as he walked back over to the door to regather his supplies. "Well, have you ever considered buying some for accessories? I have a pair or two that would look gorgeous on you. It'd be a shame if the only person who ever got to see how scrumptious you look with glasses was your books," he smirked knowingly as he turned around and saw you flustered.

Asmo grinned and held the basket and wine bottle. "Now enough with the studying. It's time for a break. So sit back and relax, and let me take care of you."

You raised an eyebrow at him, and damn that glare was more effective from behind a pair of lenses. "Asmo," you warned, causing the demon to shiver.

Asmo pouted and gestured to the basket. "Self-care of course. Gee, MC, why must you think such filthy things."

BEELZEBUB

Beel made his way towards your room with his arms full of snacks.

He was proud of you for taking your test so seriously and really putting in the work to do your best, but he was also worried. He had barely seen you come out of your room even once today, and that meant that you probably hadn't eaten enough.

Seeing as you were always carrying around snacks for him, he figured it was time that he returned the favour.

He frowned as he got to your door and realized that he had no hands to knock with. He tried rearranging the food in his arms but nearly dropped the entire load. Beel huffed and stared at the door for a couple seconds before leaning forward and butting it with his head several times.

He heard a groan and some shuffling on the other side before the door opened.

His eyes widened as you stood before him, yawning as you rubbed your eyes underneath your glasses - yes, glasses.

You were always small in comparison to Beel, but now with the glasses, there was something about it that made you look even more delicate.

"Cute," Beel said as he looked down at you.

Your face instantly flushed as you blinked up at him. "H-Huh?"

Beel smiled softly and felt his fingers twitch with the urge to ruffle your hair. "Your glasses. They look very cute," he explained honestly.

You squeaked and quickly took them off, too embarrassed by Beel's forward compliment. "Th-Thanks Beel. They're um, they're just for studying."

The urge to ruffle your hair, or pat your shoulder, or even simply touch you grew stronger, but Beel's hands were still full. So, much like with the door, Beelzebub thought of an alternative.

He leaned down and gently kissed the top of your head. His warm gaze met yours as he gently whispered, "You always look pretty, but with them on, you look even prettier," and then, as though he hadn't just stolen your heart, he grinned and held out the food. "I brought snacks."

BELPHEGOR

Belphie had been wandering around the house late at night in yet another round of restlessness.

He had just walked past your door when he noticed your bedroom light was still on. Belphegor tsked and began making his way over. It was bad enough that he wasn't getting any sleep. He didn't need you picking up on his awful sleep habits just because of some boring test.

Without bothering to knock, Belphie opened your bedroom door. He opened his mouth to tease you but found his words catching in his throat.

You weren't awake after all.

You were passed out on your desk, face smooshed up against an open book with a pair of glasses sitting uncomfortably askew on your nose.

Belphie felt his cold heart melt at the sight.

He let out a deep chuckle and walked over to you. He carefully removed the glasses from your face and snorted at the red lines that had been left in their wake. He pressed gentle kisses to the marks before scooping you up in his arms and carrying you over to your bed.

"Silly MC," he whispered as he draped your blankets over you. "Everyone knows that you're not supposed to sleep with glasses on," he smiled tenderly at your sleeping form as he brushed a few hairs from your forehead. "No matter how cute they may make you."

*And that's that! I hope you enjoyed this cute little thing I just threw together! Sorry I haven't been able to write as much lately. School and work have just been insane and I honestly don't think the workload is gonna get any lighter. Thank you for your patience and your support!*

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[lovely-lamy]

A Good Soul Trapped in an Evil lair

[Edited]-I just removed the things that I thought was cringe or unnecessary

(Previously)

TW: Yandere, Just a little spicy at the beginning, Slight Cursing, Obsessive, GN!Reader

(If any of these triggers you, PLEASE DO NOT READ!!)

"Wake up"

"Huh"

"Get out!"

"Wha- why"

"Get out now before it's too late!!"

"HURRY!!"

..........

You woke up lying on a huge purple mattress, wearing a light blue pajama/night gown. The room is decorated with ocean aesthetic and there is a coffin-sized aquarium on both sides of the bed.

"A... dream?"

You were too busy comprehending your weird dream that you didn't even notice the figure that is hugging your waist rather tightly until they let out an annoyed groan while gripping on your sides tighter.

"GAH!"

Floyd woke up surprised at first, thinking someone is about to kidnap you, but then he relaxed after he sees you. He shifted back to his normal self and gave you a wide close-eyed smile.

"Good morning Shrimpy chan~"

He paused and half-opened his eyes, keeping the big smile on his lips

"I hope you had a nice dream~! Me and Jade even changed you into a more comfy clothes so you can have a good sleep!"

Hearing those words, your face turned into a bright shade of red out of embarrassment and forcefully backed away from his touch.

"What the hell Floyd!"

Floyd is amuse with your reaction, and that made him keep going

"You have a nice body Shrimpy, you should show it more often"

"What the f*ck!? Wait.... Floyd what are you doing!?"

Before you could even move an inch, Floyd is already on top of you, you both are in a rather dangerous position

Floyd starts undoing your clothes slowly, as if teasing you, but before he could get a glimpse of your *ehem* part, Jade walked in.

'Right on time' you thought

Jade cleared his throat to speak

"Brother, what did I told you about treating our guest with-"

"WiTh PuRe ReSpEcT oF tHeIr SpAcE aNd PrIvAcY"

Floyd repeated what his brother had told him earlier at the lounge with mockery in his tone.

"Whatever, have some more fun in you Jade! Geez"

Jade ignored his brother and came over to you, helping you stand up and covering your exposed parts. You're really thankful he came in before Floyd could do anything kinky.

"Apologies for my brother's rude behaviour, I hope he did not do anything that crosses your boundaries"

'But he always does something that crosses my boundaries' you thought

"It's ok, I'm fine"

Jade paused on what he's doing for a few seconds then spoke again with a scary grin forming on his face

"Although, he is quite right about your body"

You shifted uncomfortably at his words. Jade noticed and got back to his normal self quickly as if he didn't say anything weird.

"*chuckle* What I was intending to say is that you should feel more confident of yourself. Here, please kindly wear this and come to the dorm leader's office"

Jade said while giving you a neatly folded clothing wrapped in a soft white fabric, it was clear that the clothing is newly bought.

You're still weirded out, but you tried to hide it by being nice.

"I- uh- Thanks I guess?"

You internally screamed at yourself for sounding so dumb, but Jade doesn't seemed bothered one bit.

"Come along now Floyd, Azul is waiting for us at the lounge"

"Hmp... Bye Shrimpy!"

You let out a breath that you did not know you've been holding for the last minute

Monstro Lounge (7:30 am)

Azul was walking around of his office in circles in a fast pace. He keeps on straightening his clothes and glasses, fixing his hair, checking if everything is in place multiple times, looking at his reflection every now and then. This is his chance, he doesn't want to mess this up!

"Azul, you're making me dizzy"

Floyd said in a bored tone while laying on the long couch while Jade is watching Azul fumble in amusement, he has never seen Azul this worked up in a long time.

"Would you consider some refreshing warm tea to tone down the anxiousness, Azul?"

Jade said with the smile that seems to be stuck on his face as always.

"Appreciated, but no"

He paused for a moment, then turned to his two companions

"This is my-- our perfect chance to finally get them, all it takes is their sign on this delicate paper, and then *giggle* it's a deal"

Jade and Floyd looked at each other then Azul, a sinister smile forming all of their faces.

..........

The three of them have been conversing about their next move while you are getting ready.

You didn't really wanna go, knowing too well that Azul is going to force you into signing his contract, but you didn't have a choice. After half an hour of figuring out what the wholes and accessories are for and getting ready, you finally showed up in all of your glorry, looking like an heir of a long line of rich nobles. (You can just imagine what you were wearing since I have no ideas of whatever fancy shit clothes on mind)

All three of the Octavinelle boys' mouths fell in agape on the sight of you, oh gracious you, completely have no idea what you have unintentionally done.

"Um, you ok?"

They snapped out of their trance after you spoke up, they don't know what to say!

"You look so good Shrimpy chan!"

Floyd hugged you tightly, but tried his best not to squeeze you.

"And tasty too hehe"—Floyd

"*clears throat* Floyd"—Jade

Floyd loosened his hold on you and turned his head towards his brother, looking like he just got pissed for a second, but his mood shifted back to normal immediately.

"Aw, come on Jade!"

Azul stepped in, all red but is still kept composed and professional like the businessman he always is.

"Glad that you came here Prefect, I would like to speak with you for some time, would you be so kind?"

You just nodded and followed him to the chair

"Here, sit down please"

After you sat down to the chair, Floyd and Jade slammed the door aggressively, making a loud echoing noise in the room for a moment.

"Since you just got saved by us from the Heartslabyul dorm, got you a more suitable clothing, and you basically slept in one of our rooms, I figured it would be fair if you pay the prize"

With that, he handed you the contract you were expecting him to give you earlier before and read the informations written carefully on it. You almost jumped to the roof reading it.

'ME CHANGING DORMS!?!? Why do they want me to exchange to Octavinelle!?' you thought

You actually thought this was dumb. Why go such lengths just by sleeping in? They basically forced you to stay, they are the one who gave the clothing, you didn't ask for it. It is none of your choice... but you should've known better.

Azul lifted your chin up

"Go on now"

Left with no other options, you took the inked quill between your shaking fingers and readied yourself to get this over with, but before the tip of the quill could touch the paper, a loud bang coming from the office door came just right on time.

"You shitty octopus"

It was Leona that caused the bang, along with Ruggie, Jack, the Adeuce duo, and Epel

'Thank the Great Sevens' you thought

Epel came running into you, tackling you in a tight hug, face buried on your chest. You managed to catch yourself before hitting both of your heads onto the cold cement floor.

"E-Epel?"

"I knew we shouldn't be separated! Look what they just tried to do!"

He said, his voice muffled but is clearly disappointed

"Oi dolly! Let go of the prefect"—Ace

"Ace don't call him that"—Deuce whisper-yelled

"What the fuck did you just say"—Epel

"Epel easy"—Jack

Epel looked at Ace with a threatening look in his eyes, though, Ace doesn't seemed fazed or scared by this. Before the two of them start a fight, Leona slammed his hands on Azul's table, he looks like he is ready to murder him.

"Try and do your pathetic stunts to my herbivore again and I will not hesitate to turn your inside and out into nothing but a disgusting pecks of sand"

Azul stayed calm on the outside, but inside, he is fuming for getting interrupted.

'This lion, I was a step away! Why!?' Azul thought

"Nee~ Sea Lion, you don't have to treat the door like that"—Floyd

"Ah, It broke"—Jade

Leona snapped his head towards the tweels, gaze seemed to be piercing through their skin.

"I don't give a f*ck about your damn door, come on herbivores"

Leona's bad mood turned back to his usual bored one

'Why is everyone acting so weird!?' you thought

Before you could stand up from your seat, Leona grabbed you by the arm and dragged you out of the room, the rest following you both.

..........

"Thank you for getting me out of that"

You said while prying your arm off from Leona.

"Now I can go to Ramshakle and take care of Grimm in peace, bye!"

You added hurriedly, but before you could take another step, somebody grabbed you by the waist and carried you over their shoulder.

"We'll be taking this! Thanks!"—Ruggie

"Tsk give the herbivore"

Leona said in a lazy tone, tearing you away from Ruggie while running rapidly

"Leona, you're not playing fair!"

Ruggie whined, but run along short after. The first years' are just dumbfounded, it took them a few minutes for it to sink in their minds.

"*panicking* What the- What are we going to do!?"—Deuce

"Don't tell me we're doing this sh!t again"

Ace said while rubbing the back of his neck

"Uh- Sorry guys, gotta go!"

Jack ran away from them. Ace, Deuce, and Epel felt betrayed...

"THAT WOLF-ASS TRAITOR!"

Epel said on the top of his lungs, clearly getting frustrated

"Welp, I guess we are doing this sh!t again"

Ace just sighed and motioned his two first year friends to come along

..........

"You're all mine"

"Mine too, Leona"

"Tch fine, ours"

...It just so happens to be a hunter who was there all along...

To be continued...

CHAPTER 3

tagging: @wildnya

[ladyartemesia]

Since I'm in love with your writings and your taste in reading too. I know that your favorite is Brother's best friend or Best friend's brother, I would like for you to recommend me some of them please ❤️❤️🙏

꧁Brother’s Best Friend꧂

Clandestine by @junghelioseok is fantastic. Jeon Jungkook is the best friend of the reader’s slightly younger brother. He’s sexy and charismatic and DEFINITELY knows what he wants. The growth of his (clandestine) connection with the reader is utterly delicious. This one made me laugh and swoon.

Guarded by @xjoonchildx is basically legendary in my book. The lady in this story is not only Hoseok’s best friend’s sister—she is also his BOSS’s sister and by boss I mean mafia. This is the first installment in Ana’s amazing Rap Line Mafia Universe and it delivers on every level. Hoseok is tasked with protecting the boss’s sister after she is being threatened by sinister forces unknown and sparks fly.

Plums and Melons by @winetae is THAT FIC. The fic I just daydream about sometimes. It’s a fic about two people caught hard in eachother’s gravity. It’s so sexy and cerebral and the main characters are so hot. Jimin is just a guy trying to live his life, but whatever is brewing between him and his best friend’s sister is driving him insane. He wants to be a good guy, but she just isn’t playing fair.

Are You Sure? by @cutechim is such a swoon-worthy and touching piece of wonderful. I tell you I was MOVED. This is beautiful and emotional and EXTREMELY satisfying. Taehyung’s best friend has a sister who he has always secretly adored. When she comes to him and asks for some intimate experience, he isn’t strong enough to say no—not when she’s everything he ever wanted.

Drivers License and Detour by @gyukult is sweet and tender and just a fantastic coming of age story. The reader has been in love with her brother’s best friend, Park Jimin, for almost all of her youth... but what is going on in his head?It’s a tender story that really warms the heart. AND I am happy there is more coming. I would read about these two all day. She published the second part and oh my gosh it’s so incredibly perfect I could scream. This was just such a beautiful journey every step of the way.

Milestone by @1kook is probably one of the first brother’s best friend BTS fics I read and it is amazing. I adore it so much. Because Jungkook is your brother’s best friend he is there for every milestone in your life. But you’ve both grown up now and neither of you are kids anymore. It’s hot. Like really hot. Dialogue and set up are so sharp and fast paced I really loved every second.

Young God by @njssi is scorching hot smut with complicated feelings and warm revelations. You think it’s going somewhere and then it goes somewhere else and honestly it is so awesome the whole time. Jungkook was always your brother’s sweet little friend, but he’s returned determined to show you that he is all grown up.

Tease by @caiuscassiuss floored me. I loved it so much! I spent the whole story just squealing happily about everything. This story has it all. It’s scorching hot. It’s enemies-to-lovers. It’s Taehyung. Jungkook’s sister and Kim Taehyung do not get along AT all—so she decides to bring him to his knees by making him desperate for her. It’s a wild and completely awesome ride.

Wasabi by @ironicarmy is a classic. Hobi is a bad boy that Namjoon vehemently refuses to let near his precious baby sister. But love is too strong a force and soon Hobi and the clever object of his desire decide that some things are worth fighting for. It’s a really sweet story of facing challenges and relying on the people you love. Warm and fuzzy feelings abound, but it’s also super hot.

Forbidden by @btssmutgalore is a masterwork blueprint for this trope. Hobi is a carefree player who falls brutally for Taehyung’s sister. They two of them eventually give in to a VERY steamy series of secret encounters and feelings get very involved. This is hot, suspenseful, and emotionally satisfying. Excellent characterizations as well.

Prohibido by @personasintro is an office AU with a twist. Namjoon is not only her brother’s best friend, he is also her boss and the two of them have incredible chemistry. Watching them pretend that they’re not insanely attracted to each other is so endearing and hot. Reader is convinced her feelings are one-sided. It’s lovely and fun. Definitely a slow burn, but worth it.

Strawberry Kisses by @kimnjss is a fic that I devoured in one sitting and then re-read again immediately. Jeon Jungkook is a player who matches with a girl on a dating app and has no idea she is the sister of his revered mentor and close friend, Min Yoongi. I laughed. I cried. I GASPED OUT LOUD a bunch. It was a whole thing. This is a hybrid social media/written AU and it’s pretty much perfect.

Tempestuous by @ppersonna is so special to me because it was written at the very beginning of my friendship with Lindy. She was looking for requests and I was quick to request my favorite trope. Lindy is bae now and this fic she wrote is marvelous. You are forced to spend the weekend in the same house with your sexy arch-rival Taehyung who just so happens to be your brother’s best friend. Naturally snarky hotness ensues.

Off Limits @floralseokjin is basically a famous entry when it comes to this trope. It’s a Jin fic and Miss Jordan writes EXQUISITE Jin characterizations. There is a hint of mistaken (or unknown) identity in this one which makes it even more fun. Sparks fly between you and a devilishly charming Kim Seokjin at a party. You don’t find out until later who he really is—and why he’s off limits.

And finally I’ll recommend my own Brother’s Best Friend fic All I Want for Christmas is You featuring a charming Taehyung who falls for Jimin’s sister. Jimin basically blackmails his best friend into escorting his sister to several holiday galas. Tae and Jimin’s sister have never gotten along, but they soon discover (through multiple pranks and mishaps) that love (and desire) are out of their control.

Not Your Fairytale by @yeojaa is incredibly sweet and tender. Erin really does emotion so well and her Yoongi characterization is honestly so nuanced and brilliant. This story is about a girl who had her heart broken and instead of canceling the cake tasting she scheduled with her philandering ex-fiancé, she wrangles the tsundere best friend of her brother to pretend to be him.

Brother’s Best Friend by @bts-hyperfixation is a short and sweet moment between two people who have been fighting their attraction for each other. It is so hot and delicious I tell you. You’re in trouble and the person you call is probably the person you shouldn’t—but you aren’t the only one willing to take a risk tonight.

Off Limits by @kaddiiction will break your heart and put it back together again. This one was recommended to me by a reader and I cannot thank them enough. It is fantastic. Jimin is a player but he crosses the line when he begins a liaison with his best friend’s sister. Still there is far more to this situation—and Jimin—than meets the eye.

꧁Best Friend’s Brother꧂

Orectic by @gimmesumsuga is one of my favorite fics of all time. It is a hybrid fic where the reader is a cat hybrid and Hoseok is the brother of her best friend who comes to stay with her while her bestie is away... It is so tender yet SO HOT. I’m telling you I cannot even keep count of how many times I have read it.

Theophany by @ilikemesometaetaes was a JOURNEY. It made me so emotional. Like the story centers around art a lot, but let me tell you, this fic IS art. Jimin is just the man of my whole dreams in this piece as the brother of a former best friend with an irresistible allure. It is a coming of age story with the most beautiful twist. AND THE LOVE SCENE—oh my gosh I screamed it was so good. This story is just so so good.

Run by @neonlights92 is Jungkook’s story in the mafia universe I am COMPLETELY OBSESSED WITH. You don’t have to read the whole series to understand it (BUT YOU SHOULD). This is best friend’s brother meets arranged marriage and honestly it’s fantastic. Jungkook doesn’t do love and affection and being forced into an arranged marriage with his sister’s friend who has always had a crush on him is just a blow to his freedom... or is she? GAH! This story—like all the stories in this universe—is superb.

The Magic to Happiness by @readyplayerhobi is a best friend’s brother meets teachers AU meets Hogwarts AU. Now... all of those are top tier tropes so finding them together is like winning the lottery. Hobi was once just a skinny kid who had obvious heart eyes for you (his sister’s best friend) but now he’s tall and confident and really attractive. The magic of this story is evident in every word of the sweet relationship that blooms between these two.

Problem with You by @monvante is so sweet and kind of hilarious. I giggled so much! Jungkook is your best friend’s brother and he is kind of too perfect and too handsome and he’s always around and you hate him and he hates you... Right? When you cross paths with the infuriating Jeon Jungkook at your best friend’s wedding, you discover that you may have been wrong about a great many things.

Show Me Yours and I’ll Show You Mine by @ktheist is so so SO fabulous. I was obsessed with this (now complete) series from the very first installment. You and Tae are besties who have know each other since you were little kids, but lately Tae’s older brother Jin has been lookin mighty fine. Just how far can you push him till he breaks. And if he breaks.... what then?

This list is BY NO MEANS exhaustive. I just used it to compile some of my FAVORITES in this particular trope.

➪ IF YOU HAVE ANY OTHER BROTHER’S BEST FRIEND FICS I SHOULD CHECK OUT PLEASE COMMENT (seriously please I love this trope so much) AND I WILL ADD THEM TO THIS LIST.

➪ Newer Additions are in PINK!

➪ Newest Additions are in BLUE

[ghost-like-pale]

a flinch is enough

info: the past never forgets, and techno never forgives. 》 they/them 》 in canon + platonic 》 1.4k words

warnings: sexual assault, explicit descriptions of murder/blood, hurt/comfort, swearing

a/n: this was a request from my beautiful 🌹 anon, thank you for sending this in. i made the implications of sexual assault a a little more subtle but i still hope you like it.

this blog it meant as a way of coping with trauma/mental issues, please don't report it. if you don't want to see what i write, please just block me.

——♤——

the moonlit sky was a beautiful dark blue as you stared at the light. you had been doing housework the entire day due to your counterpart being too busy with whatever he was brewing upstairs. the piglin hybrid usually helped you when he was home, it's his house after all. but today was different, you supposed.

you were so caught up in the moon's doings that you didn't notice the tall figure creeping down the stairs and right behind you. he assumed you were aware of him and went to tap on your shoulder.

as soon as he does you whip your head around, backing away from him as you hold one arm in front of your face and the other in front of your lower body. the shaking of your body became more prominent as time went on.

"(y/n)?"

you couldn't look at him. you weren't strong enough.

"(y/n), please. look at me."

you lowered your arms hesitantly and looked him in the eyes still filled with fear.

"(y/n), i'm not going to hurt you. i promise."

you averted your gaze and drop both your arms. tears leaked out of your eyes and cupped your face with your hands, all the memories coming back and hitting you like a truck.

"i'm so sorry, techno."

you dropped to the floor, your knees buckling under you and techno barely being able to catch you. you felt a heavy, warm cape drape over your figure while a worried piglin grunt escaped techno's throat. he got on one knee and rested one of his hands on your shoulder.

"don't apologize."

two simple words managed to tug at your heartstrings so harshly you couldn't hold it in anymore. you sobbed loudly into your hands, completely losing any posture you tried to maintain. techno was startled, thinking he did something wrong. he quickly snapped out of it, however, and pulled your body by the shoulders into his chest. his firm grasp made you feel secure, stifling your cries a little.

"...are you alright?"

you knew he had no idea how to handle it from here, but you appreciated the concern and kindness he showed. you pulled back from his embrace and wiped your eyes gingerly.

"i'm.. a little better."

"good."

the voices wanted to know who did this - who made you this way. who the fuck hurt you? he tried to keep them quiet, but he wanted them dead as much as his mind.

"can you tell me what happened?"

everything was silent for a few seconds. the voices were quiet, nothing came out of techno's mouth. you sighed and shakily started explaining yourself. techno listened silently, trying to catch every detail and description of the man who scarred you. he had a basic image of him in his mind by the time you were done.

"thank you for telling me."

techno glanced outside the window, the soft glow of the moon telling him it's late. how long had he been brewing? he shuffled a bit and eventually stuck an arm under your legs and upper body. with a small yelp you were lifted a few feet in the air, the cape that you were siting under fell off your back and onto the floor in the proces.

"you need some rest."

you didn't bother trying to stop him. your mind was foggy and your body felt heavy.

"thank you, techno."

"shh, there's no need to thank me."

in comfortable silence you were carried up the stairs and into techno's room. you were confused, you had your own room after all. you didn't mind, though. he placed you on the mattress he slept on rarely. his bed was bigger, the blanket was heavier, the pillow was softer, everything felt better. you wrapped yourself in the plush blanket and felt your eyelids getting heavier already.

"sleep well, (y/n)."

just as he was about to stand up you grabbed a hold of his wrist. he looked at you quizzically, knitting his eyebrows together.

"where are you going?"

"don't worry, i won't be away for long. now sleep."

"fine. good night, techno."

"good night."

—

looking through his bag once more technoblade checked if he forgot to grab anything; he had food, arrows, ender pearls, potions and a small knife. on his hips hung his axe, crossbow and sword, yearning to be used. his bag was full and everything he needed was in his possession. before he opened the door techno noticed the red velvet fabric resting on the ground. with a few paces he arrived in the kitchen and picked up the cape. he swung it over his shoulders and adjusted it carefully. with a loud exhale he stepped out of his house and into the cold weather of the tundra. he whisteled a command and one of the wolves in the pack jumped out of the enclosure it sat in and rushed over to techno's side. he was going to find them.

you've shown him your previous residence multiple times, which is where he was going to look first. it was his best guess. while making his way over to your former abode the wolf that traveled with him was scouting out ahead, hoping it would find it faster than techno.

techno's eyes shoot in the animal's direction when it starts barking aggressively at a moving figure across the woods. the voices screamed at him to assist his pet, to shoot him, kill him immediately, to which he happily obliged. he sped over to his companion, hoping to catch a better glimpse of the person.

"stop him, now!"

techno ordered the animal. after a few seconds he heard a loud thud followed by a yell belonging to a man in immense pain. he made his way over to the barking wolf, it having a slightly stained mouth from its jaws going through the man's flesh and muscles. he found them.

"what's the rush?"

he towered over the other male pathetically writhing on the floor. his calf had a nasty teeth mark, bleeding profusely and covered in dirt and saliva.

"p-please... don't... hurt me!"

"why shouldn't i?"

technoblade hated these kind of men; not even willing to fight or run. just begging and whimpering for mercy. it made him sick. the wolf that followed him all the way here was still barking, ready to tear the man to shreds.

he takes his netherite axe off his hip and hoists it over his shoulder. techno looks the other man right in the eyes, fully aware it fills him with fear. he wanted to feel everything you were put through. he was going to feel your pain.

"i...i've never done anything to you..!"

technoblade froze at the sentence. nothing? he thinks he's done nothing? he's not completely wrong; he's never physically hurt him - he's never even met him before. his train of thought was interrupted by the voices yelling in his head. they were screaming at him to cut him, to strangle him, to burn him, anything. he needed to feel pain.

"does the name (y/n) mean anything to you?"

the horror on the man's face got worse by the second, him figuring out why techno is here. the piglin drops to one knee and gets about an inch away from his victim's face.

"am i going to get an answer?"

"y-yes! we were friends a few years ago."

techno let his axe fall off his shoulder and into the dirt, the blade only falling a few inches away from the other male's injured leg.

"do friends traumatize each other?"

the question filled the victim with dread, his monotone voice only adding to the fear.

"y-you don't know what we did!"

the sudden surge in confidence surprised techno, to be sure. there was nothing more pathetic than a man yelling at the brink of death in such a tone. he scoffed with an amused expression and retracted his axe back into the holder that rested on his hip.

"yeah! they were lying to you, i promise. that's the reason i stopped being friends in the first- GAH!"

his sentence was cut of by a dagger being plunged into his stomach and dragged up to his ribs, cutting open his body. he mewled and moaned in agonizing pain, unable to form any coherent words.

"you disgust me."

technoblade stood up, his ears twitching and voices pleased. the blood on his hand dripped on the dried leaves as he called the wolf he brought with him. as the animal sped over to technoblades' side the screams of the impaled man were completely gone. looking over his shoulder he sees the lifeless body of the man who has haunted you for a long time.

he'll never hurt you again.

——♤——

thank you for reading, hope you liked it.

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[brownskinwaifu]

Part 2 of bimbo reader with mikey, Kawata twins 😩😩

PART 2

B¡mbo reader x kawata brothers, mikey (seperate)

NAHOYA KAWATA

Yeah okay, he can see through your bullshit but he really enjoys the content you feed him so nice try. But.. He wouldn't say he never got turned on so I guess there's a bonus there. Oh plus he reciprocates the energy so y'all both get flustered. Just brainstorm yeah- you practicing rope skipping for fun and doing lil games and all but bitch. Why is your shirt so tight? And are you not wearing a bra??? Or is it those weak ass nipple perk sport bras?? Whatever. Smiley noticed that shit from a mile away and honey he really and I mean really likes the view. Tits all bouncy, looking quite squishy and grab worthy, perhaps suck worthy cause he sees the way you slyly park up on him. He might even stop your skipping and just corner you to a wall. Infamous grin showcasing, tooth gem sparkly under this mad heatwave, sticky yet slippery cleaveage out in display to only contradict those "pure" eyes you're giving out. "Eh? Nahoya? What's wro-" "Shut up I know you want me" fuck you can't be dripping right now. Think. Think. "I uh? It's quite hot.. I need some water could you please step aside?" terrible subtle way of arching your back to press up on his side arm with your jugs, he greedily smirks. "you really think I give a fuck?" pink blush painting his cheeks "the only thing quenching that thirst is a dick down your throat cookie" all while his pretty lips ghost over your sweaty neck to then give it a surprising lick. Was he eating a popsicle? His tongue is cold but fucking soft-

SOUYA KAWATA

Hehe. I like this one. He just is such a pervert. He really feeds into your ego but you really wouldn't mind giving him the deep gawk 999. Y'all. He's ripped wth. Like wth. The brothers usually do self workouts but damn SOUYA? built like a greek God (unpopular opinion). He smells soooooooo good honestly you just can't help it, whatever cologne he's wearing it's working cause gah lee. He does pick up on how you lightly sniff around his shoulder (cue nervous blush) but bABY, all that goes away when he gets distracted by that hanging ass you got poking out of that school skirt. Lowkey wonders what underwear you got on.. how dripped your panties get during the day.. You know regular shit.."Souya wanna study at my place?" "Huh? Ehem- Uh yeah sure" Well if studying meant your warm bubblegum breath on the side of his ear, then don't feel too suprised when he fucking snaps and straight up forces you onto his lap landing harsh slaps on your ass. "Listen here you cunt, the fuck you take me as?" Deep growls leave his tone, fierce blue eyes taking in your "clueless" expression. Bitch please you were enjoying this. What more could you want from him? He has already jerked off to candid pics of you, your day old cum stained underwears, all of the above. Now why must you reach out like this? Two can play at that game. Whore. "Sou- not here my parents are home fuck-" "Oh so now you're worried? Fuck you, take this cock could careless if they hear since you look cock hungry 24/7 for me".

MANJIRO "MIKEY" SANO

Please stop. Like don't even think about it. He already knows. Bruh. Just don't. Cause he was too quick to catch onto it. You just asked if you could do his hair for him and he had the AUDACITY to look you in the eye, lick his bottom lips and whisper in a raspy tone "No but I'd prefer handling yours when I fuck your squelching pussy senseless from behind, have you dick hungry and begging to cease overstimulation, you would want wouldn't you bunny? ". Eye- See you don't really drip that hard with words but dear help me water was gushing. It didn't even help with the fact that it was hot as shit that day, his collarbone region, face, skin all glazed up with thin sheets of sweat, man spreading at its finest, hair all messed and about to top off an intense sex aura. You couldn't. You had to move- at least somewhere to the rest of the gang.. Somewhere- "quite rude ignoring my question there doll" few rustles and steps lead his hands wandering to your waist down to fondle your ass cheeks. Fuck you needed this. "M-Mikey- we're in public what are you doing" "Yet you decide to wear this tight P.E uniform again? I recall you receive a proper fitting kit" hands start fondling your cheeks a lil too hard "you wanna fucking toy with me? Hm? You want me to out you to everyone and fuck your tight self on the benches?" a long thrist quenched lick on your neck forming into a hickey while simultaneously grinding his strained dick into tiny opening of your asscheeks. "You fucking suck at this, you test the fuck out of me yet your pornstar acts really distracts the cringey attempts" all this in a hot day?

[theultimatelozer]

💥Bennett Fluff Scenarios💥

Hello, second time writing on tumblr!~ hehe! Anyways, you can request any scenarios of characters you want next<3 this is just for the Bennett lovers (I'm a Bennett lover too sooo-) anyways HAHAHA if you would like to support my wattpad, search my username!! @saramouche, ty!!

To your surprise, he was actually the one who confessed first.

But of course, was an stuttering mess.

To Bennett's eyes, you were the kindest soul on earth. He loved how you would always try keep positive vibes even in the worst situations. He loved how you didnt mind whenever his bad luck would strike on you, although, he prefers for the bad luck to strike on him instead since he never wants to see you hurt. Whenever his bad luck would strike on you, he would feel the need to tear up. He literally hates seeing you hurt😭😭

Today, October 2 on a Saturday, 2021, (today, lol) he was walking around mondstadt constantly punching the side of his head because he didnt know how to come up with the most romantic way on how to confess to your crush. Yes, he was planning to confess to you! The almighty you!!

You were actually looking for him around mondstadt worried, worried that his bad luck hit him on the head hard! Until you saw him sitting on a bench, why is his face frowning? Wheres his usual smile? Of course, you were really worried. You walked up towards Bennett sitting on a bench and confronted him.

"Bennett?" You said, worried.

"A-Ah! O-Oh.. Hey Y/N.." Bennett quietly said while tilting his head down.

"Bennett? What's wrong?"

"O-Oh me? Aw shucks! No need to worry about me! Umm..I'm not going to help you with your daily commisions today."

And, thats when you knew something was going on.

"Bennett. Somethings wrong. Tell me." And that's when you gave your usual, creepy, glare. Only used when your being serious and ready to beat the crap on whoever hurt Bennett.

"Hah..Uh.." Bennett said, while standing up from the bench.

"Ya see-.. umm..gah-"

"Bennett?" You said, kind of concerned.

"I guess..I like..Apples..Wait- I-I didn't mean apples uh..-"

As soon as you saw Bennetts flustered face and him being a stuttering mess, you knew what he was going to say.

You pulled him in for a kiss, BENNETTS FIRST KISS. He honestly couldn't beleive it, his eyes was wide open until he melted into the kiss.

And that's when your relationship started!!

Bennett doesent know how to give affection. He wish he knew how to, but tbh, he just cant stop stuttering nor blushing when he asks to kiss you.

More like.. "c..can I?"

"Can I what, bennett?"

You were actually teasing him, poor bby always getting teased without even realizing it😭

Of course, you knew he wanted a kiss

</3 he just cant help stuttering and blushing since he doesent want to ruin your mood and thinks if he just kisses you without permission it will ruin your whole relationship

I mean, you kiss him at the most random times without permission too, did it ruin your relationship? No.

So why does he think that it'll ruin your whole relationship if he does it without permission?

Nobody knows!

Cuddling Sessions

Didnt know how to cuddle at first so you had to guide him BAHAH

But to your surprise, he actually liked it!

No wait, loved it.

He cant live a day without cuddling</3

Hm, this guy likes to be a big spoon and little spoon.

Though, he prefers to be the big spoon so you could feel safe and he knows that you are safe in his arms for the whole night.

He slithers his arm around your waist and pulls you tight, making you feel safe and warm in his arms.

When hes the little spoon, oh boy it's a mess!

When you slither your arms around HIS waist while his back faces at you, he becomes a blushing MESS.

He thinks a gentleman should be the one to do it, but you keep refusing!

He actually likes being the little spoon, but him being a little spoon doesent happen too often. Only when hes stressed out and just needs to be hugged and cuddled</3

When Bennett has to go away for 2 months

BYEEE WHEN HE WAS ABOUT TO GO INTO THE BOAT, HE RAN BACK TO YOU AND HELD YOU SO TIGHT AND CRIED LIKE THE WORLD WAS ENDING😭

He cried so hard you started to cry too.

Everybody was staring like 😟

When Bennett was again, going back to the boat he looked back and you gave him a "no. Go into the boat. Now." Glare, he was like 😢

Fun fact: Bennett cried the whole night on the boat thinking about you. That's how much be loves you.

When he came back and you were waiting outside he went

"Y/N!! ITS LIKE IVE NEVER SEEN YOU FOR 2 YEARS😭😭"

But, to you, living without Bennett for 2 months felt like 2 years for you too.

Alright everyone, guess that's it, hahaha! If you'd like to request any genshin characters scenarios, ask away!! (How do I check how many words do I have?)

[ex-machiina]

MICHI WEEK TIME! Because I will...one day return to “Rumour Has It”, which I have painstakingly outlined beginning to end in my notes, but in the mean time... just some mindless fun. I wrote this quickly and off the cuff, but it was fun!

Prompt: Score [Day 1 of 7] Characters: Mimi Tachikawa and Taichi Yagami, duh. Summary: Mimi and Taichi are playing cards on the beach. At least, they’re trying but Taichi is a little distracted.... Rating: PG-13 because I have a big potty mouth.

Taichi is distracted.

“Taichi! It’s your turn! Are you even paying attention?” Mimi admonishes him, honey brown eyes narrowing at him from across the beach blanket they are both occupying. She nudges his knee with her foot, one french-manicured big toe jabbing him. 

 No. No he is not. Because it’s an exceptionally warm day, and him and Mimi had just taken a quick dip in the ocean and now they are trying to play some stupid card-game while all Taichi can think about is how ridiculously hot Mimi looked in that pink, strappy bikini and how said pink, strappy bikini is currently sliding off one shoulder while her wet hair drips down her body. There is also the gold chain she is wearing, shiny and eye-catching and trickling down into her cleavage and....

Gods above, why does he have to such a perv? 

And why does Mimi have to be so hot? 

And why do Sora and Yamato have to be gone at this exact moment, pretending to be getting groceries for their beach rental when he knows damn well they’re just necking in their room? (Which, fine, but they better actually materialize with groceries at some point, or Taichi will not be held responsible for his hangry words or actions). 

Nobody has bigger crosses to bear than Taichi. Nobody.

“Uh…. yeah, sorry,” he says finally. He clears his throat and tries to be present, tries to meet her eyes and not betray all the lusty thoughts he is having about her and ah fuck, was the other strap of her bikini now coming down? 

“Your bathing suit is falling down,” he informs her grumpily. He doesn’t enjoy reporting this because if it were up to him, the pink, stringy thing would just vanish all together but noooo. He has a responsibility to be a good, non-pervy friend. And he is very upset about it. 

 Mimi rolls her eyes at him. “I know, dummy. It’s on purpose! I’m trying not to get tan lines.” 

 “So then why don’t you just get a bathing suit that doesn’t give you tan lines?” Sounds logical to him. 

 Mimi rolls her eyes again, this time so hard that Taichi is surprised they don’t just permanently disappear behind her sockets. “Because fashion, Taichi! Besides, this is your fault. If you weren’t here right now, I would just be sunbathing topless.” 

He feels distinctly woozy at this admission and if he were distracted before, it has nothing on the circuity of his thoughts now. Mimi, sans bikini. Mimi, sans bikini with that gold chain that he would be able to see the end of and …..gah! Where are Sora and Yamato?! 

“Oh,” Taichi says faintly and his face is screwed up with all the effort it takes to not literally devolve into a cartoon character making the ‘hubba hubba’ heart eyes. 

Mimi narrows her eyes even more. “Why are you being so weird?” 

“I’m not,” he lies and plays two cards. He barely glances at them. 

His shitty cards let Mimi make an impressive run of hers and within seconds, she plays her last card triumphantly. She drops it down in the pile between them and then she cheers, raising her arms victoriously. “I win!” 

“You win,” he agrees with a sigh, and then drops his own cards on top of hers before laying himself down on the sand. He has not but a second of peace before Mimi is suddenly hovering over him, snatching off his sunglasses. 

“Taichi! Okay, now you’re really being weird. When have you ever lost a game and not cared? You once got so competitive over Go-Fish, you made Takeru cry.” 

And then she fucking straddles him, throwing his sunglasses to one side and all he can feel is her divine hips settling on top of him and he prays to every God he doesn’t normally believe in that his junk stays dormant and cooperative.

 “Do you not think I’m a worthy adversary?” she demands, jabbing him in his bare chest. “That like, because I’m not as smart as Yamato or Koushiro or Jyou that it doesn’t matter anyway and you don’t even want to bother?”

For fuck’s sake.

“Mimi,” he growls and Gods, she’s close, so close, all soft and curvaceous and right on top of him. “Get off me.” 

 “No,” she says stubbornly, brown eyes flashing and lips jutted out in a pout. “Not til you tell me what you were so distracted about.” 

 “Mi, seriously get off—”

 “No!” 

 “Come on, Mimi—”

 “Tell me!”

And he kisses her, he can’t help it, she’s so close, smelling like coconut sunscreen and ocean spray and hair product and he literally can’t resist. He kisses her, and then he kisses her harder, and he’s just about to start feeling bad about it, when holy shit, she’s kissing him back. It doesn’t last long, maybe a minute, but it’s perfect. They kiss slowly, thoroughly and even though there’s some loose seaweed tangled in his foot and sand is everywhere, this is possibly the most affirming moment of his life. When they pull away to catch their breath, he doesn’t bother trying to control his face. He knows he’s in full hubba, hubba mode.

“That’s what you were thinking about?” Mimi giggles, and she drops another kiss to his lips before unhooking herself and settling in beside him on the sand. “You should have just said. Though, it was fun to whip your butt at cards.” 

 He waggles his eyebrows. “Feel free to whip my butt in other ways, by the way.” 

 She grins. “Ah, there he is, ladies and gentlemen. He’s back. Round two?” 

 She may have won the game, but Taichi is definitely the one who scored.

[anika-ann]

Walk Me Home Tonight (S.R.)

Type: one-shot, songfic

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader     Word count: 4700

Summary: Sometimes it’s hard to be in a celebratory mood when all you can think of is that life sucks and that being left on your own to drown your sorrows is for the best.

Sometimes people who care about you know better than yourself and come crashing your party of one.

Sometimes, despite the popular belief, you do realize how lucky you are having been introduced to Steve Rogers.

Warnings: mention of blood and violence and death, mention of alcohol, angst, fluff and language

A/N: P!nk’s Walk Me Home just does something to me, alright? Music video included - it’s soooo beautiful.

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You stared at the amber liquid, lazily making it roll in the glass with idle motions of your wrist. It reflected the rather soft lights of the bar, an exquisite game of colour you found fascinating enough to dull your mind and muffle the noise of the party.

It wasn’t that you were a party pooper, not usually anyway; just… the timing wasn’t ideal.

Of course, Sharon could hardly move her birthday to make it more convenient for you, less so a party her colleagues had decided to throw for her. You knew Agent Carter for quite some time now; she had joined SHIELD about the same time as you, going through the same tough training. Except unlike you – and initially without your knowledge – she had an image to live up to.

You might even call her a friend, your chest bursting in pride for her when her hard work had finally borne some fruit and she had been promoted to an assistant director of the intelligence agency. Among other things, it earned her a lot of new potential friends.

You were hardly acting like one tonight, much to your own annoyance. But for some reason, you found it difficult to leave your momentary emotional baggage at the doorstep, slipping it off as easily as your coat. You had wished her all the best, conversed for a tiny bit and then happily made space for others, for the forming line of guests waiting to celebrate with her as well.

Then you retreated to your spot at the bar, possibly annoying the bartender, who would have been more delighted seeing some heavier drinker occupying your seat, tipping generously, instead of having you nursing each glass of alcohol for about two hours.

You weren’t even sure why you were still here; you had given up on the attempt on small talk with anyone, apparently unwittingly chasing away any potential company. And here you thought misery did love company – perhaps you were wrong, at least when it came to birthday parties of gorgeous women loved by everyone. You might as well pack up your bottom and sulk at home.

You were stubbornly shushing the voice in the back of your skull, whispering about knowing precisely why you remained in your seat; about feeling less alone here, despite being a literal loner in a crowd.

You downed the rest of the bitter scotch, basking in the burn which it left on its way down your throat, your eyelids slipping shut in content, the noise in your brain falling silent completely for few blissful moments.

“Party of one?” a male voice gently asked, the tinniest note of teasing in it and while your heart skipped a startled beat at being addressed, you felt the burn in your throat slip lower, warming your chest and causing the corners of your mouth turn up just a fraction.

 There's something in the way you roll your eyes Takes me back to a better time When I saw everything is good But now you're the only thing that's good

 “Felt like crashing it?” you hummed in response, side-eyeing the intruder and found a pair of cerulean eyes staring back. He blindly waved off the eager bartender who was about to offer him a drink.

Ah, poor guy. No tips for him tonight.

“Well, I didn’t get an invitation. Looks like crashing was my only option.”

You sighed tiredly despite Steve’s kind teasing. Tonight was just… so exhausting. Tonight. Today. This week. Gah, this whole month. This fucking year--- okay, maybe you were exaggerating, because you were simply crossing the line, moving from relaxed buzzed drunk to a miserable one.

Battling with yourself, arguing whether you should send him to hell – nicely, because Steve was nothing but kind, he was always so kind, goddammit, gentle humour spiced with the ability to become an utter troll, still benign though, that was why you usually enjoyed his company so much after all-… – or call it a night.

Or should you order another drink? Was there a point? You might cross the line to a clingy drunk eventually and you weren’t certain that was a good idea.

It was probably about as good of an idea as coming to a party despite feeling like shit on an emotional roller-coaster, dangerously inclining towards a very bad mood to put it mildly.

You tilted your head to side as you looked at Steve properly, tight blue shirt flattering his supersoldier frame, black pants with desperately needed leather belt considering his thin waist, his blonde hair a mess, gaze fixed on you, observing. Always observing to read people, to anticipate behaviour, evaluate the threat; sometimes simply to be considerate, to… to be compassionate.

Dammit, Steve.

“Must have got lost in the mail then,” you said eventually, offering a weak smile. “Sorry.”

“Nah, it’s alright,” he shrugged it off, the curve of his lips more distinct than yours. As if he was offering to cheer you up. Sweet, but possibly vain effort tonight. Sometimes, things simply piled up and there was no escape. Such was the fate of a government agent. And human, for that matter. “Doesn’t look like much fun and I think it’s about to end anyway.”

“I guess…”

 Tryna stand up on my own two feet This conversation ain't comin' easily And darling, I know it's getting late So what do you say we leave this place?

 This time, Steve actually made an eye contact with the bartender, who eagerly rushed to him at instant. His excited expression fell when he noticed you were pulling out your wallet to close your tab. You didn’t have the strength to shoot him an apologetic smile.

Steve’s eyes were on you the whole time, you could feel them, and you wondered why. Until he spoke again, as soon as the other man left.

“Come on. I’ll walk you home,” he offered gentlemanly, coaxing you into saying yes, possibly unaware of the effect which such tone had on people.

Or perhaps he knew, using exactly that when he was trying to talk someone down, to calm them, gain their trust. The joke was on him, because it was a vain effort; you trusted him fully already. Surely, he knew that.

Right?

Trust was the solid base the team of Avengers needed and since you somehow found yourself with them, it involved you too. The team stood and fell on trust and mutual respect. But it meant so much more – they were friends. They cared about each other, about their well-being.

Right now, Steve was being a good friend and a good teammate.

And you were being exactly that too when you turned his kind proposition down.

“No, it’s fine. There are still some people who are actually able to speak coherently with you. Go enjoy yourself. I’ll be okay.”

“It’s three in the morning,” he pointed out, as if admonishing you for not noticing. Your eyebrow rose deliberately.

“…and?”

“And I’d feel better if you weren’t walking the streets alone,” he replied easily, ignoring the hint of snark in your comeback as you made your way to the coat-stand.

Still walking on the line of miserable and pleasantly buzzed, you couldn’t find it in yourself to be mean to him for such patronizing approach. He had been raised this way and despite his open mind and admirable respect to women, he slipped sometimes.

“Steve, I’m a SHIELD agent basically turned Avenger. I can take care of my-“

“But you don’t have to. And-” He gestured subtly back towards the bar and a metaphorical lightbulb flickered above your head.

Not patronizing then, god forbid chauvinist; Peggy Carter would rise from the death to beat him with his own shield, with Natasha’s enthusiastic help, if he was showing any sign of aforementioned qualities and he was well-aware of that.

Just mother-henning then, the way Steve excelled at.

It brought the first honest smile of the night to your lips. You made sure to face him so he could see how wholesome his company was for you.

“I’m not too drunk, Steve. I had like two glasses of scotch,” you assured him, gently brushing his forearm before reaching for your coat and scarf. “And two beers.”

“I know,” he stated, stealing your coat only to hold it out for you to slip into it.

God, the woman who would once win his heart was about to be one lucky bitch.

Jim has never done this for me, flashed through your mind and you instantly shushed the whining voice in your head. Instead, you went over what he just said, blinking in surprise.

Huh? He… knew?

“I… might have kept an eye on you,” he admitted tentatively, the tips of his fingers brushing your shoulder before retreating and letting you to cocoon in the fabric.

“Why?”

Why would he keep an eye on you? Sure, teammates and friends and all that, but for some reason, you doubted he kept an eye on Tony, the only other Avenger (beside Steve, not Steve and you, you don’t count, a voice hissed in your mind and you winced) who attended the party, not being on any mission at the moment.

Why did Steve feel like you needed a chaperone?

No, that was too harsh of a word for him, you were certain his intentions were everything but malicious, but… why?

 Walk me home in the dead of night I can't be alone with all that's on my mind, mhm So say you'll stay with me tonight 'Cause there is so much wrong going on outside

 The genuine wonder must have been audible in your voice, much like your shock must have been clear in your expression, because Steve seemed sheepish all of sudden, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Well, I mean, I know that you probably wouldn’t-“ he started, only to grimace. “It’s not that I think you’re an alcoholic! It’s just that... you--- and it’s only been-…“

-four days since you got dumped, you finished the unspoken sentence and tried your best to ignore the cold seeping into your bones at the reminder.

One of the reasons why you had been in a sour mood and deciding to drink alone. Your amazing asshole of a boyfriend had dumped you, metaphorically kicking you while you had already been down. Lovely.

“-I was worried. But you didn’t look like you were interested in having company, I didn’t want to be a bother and-“

You pulled Steve out of his misery by placing a hand over his forearm, which stopped the words spilling uncontrollably from his mouth.

He was actually being very sweet and thoughtful. It kinda made you feel bad, because… you weren’t looking for dragging someone down with you. As it was, he had his own reasons to not be happy about partying tonight, but feeling like he had to keep an eye on you probably didn’t help to lift his spirits.

“-and you had to spend some time with the woman of the hour,” you finished instead of him slowly, hoping you sounded at least half as thoughtful as he did and that you didn’t appear to be the greatest bitch, stealing attention from Sharon. “That’s understandable, Steve. It is her birthday party and I’m the one being antisocial.”

You bit down your lip, lowering your gaze, because the infamous worried wrinkle appeared on Steve’s forehead and you just knew he was about to protest and you… honestly felt bad about your behaviour and the welcoming colour of his eyes was not helping to make you feel any better, because of course he probably thought it was perfectly normal to look out for you instead of allowing himself to enjoy the night and- ugh.

“You… you shouldn’t have to look out for me. Your attention could have been fully on the birthday girl.”

Naturally, Steve Rogers basically shrugged it off. Covering your hand on him with his large palm, he slouched to look into your eyes once more. Insistent bastard, no doubt aware of your inability to say no to his amiable face.

“That’s what friends are for. Now, can I walk you home?”

You shook your head with a sad smile, rising your gaze towards the ceiling, hoping it came out as an exasperation at his stubbornness and not as it truly was – you in fact attempting to keep your tears at bay, because, miserable drunk, dumped four days ago apart from other things and there he was, asshole perfect, Steve fucking Rogers, gentleman and friend extraordinaire, caring for your well-being more than Jim ever had.

A twinkle appeared in his eye when he recognized he won and you chuckled, sealing his victory out loud.

“Yes, Steve. You can walk me home. It’s conveniently located on the way to yours.”

He smirked when he shrugged on his own coat. “Happy coincidences…”

 There's something in the way I wanna cry That makes me think we'll make it out alive So come on and show me how we're good I think that we could do some good, mhm

 Once you left the bar, silence fell on you, feeling heavy as did the cold November air.

Heavy and awkward. While you could tell with certainty you were barely affected by the alcohol you had drunk, your steps were wobbly, knees shaky as if you were a baby horse trying to stand up for the first time.

Steve walked by your side, majestic in his thigh-length coat, hands snugged in its pockets only halfway as if he was waiting for you needing his support. It irritated you as much as it warmed your heart.

On top of everything, you would swear every lone person you met stared at you, staring you up and down until they seemed to register Steve’s imposing frame and quickly went back to their business. It annoyed you to no end; it was just proving Steve’s point that you shouldn’t walk the streets alone at such hour, government agent or not.

“I would have been fine, you know,” you hummed, cautiously breaking the relative quiet.

It was never truly quiet in New York City, only rush hours alternating with calmer ones. You didn’t mind it; you enjoyed the city. Sometimes quiet meant that thoughts won the opportunity to become too loud; tonight, for some reason, despite the silence, Steve prevented that ever since he joined you.

It dawned to you then, how ungrateful you sounded and you quickly added “But thanks.” –  a whisper full of honesty.

“Uh-huh.”

Perhaps the silence weighted so much because your mood wasn’t the only cause of it.

Steve was showing you that he worried; surely, you could as well? Because you did, worry about him that was.

“…are you? Okay?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” he asked distractedly, but you could hear the frown on his face, the image of his nose scrunched in confusion painted in front of your eyes even without looking at him.

“Just… today-” you nudged him once more and vaguely eyed your watch only to be reminded that ‘today’ was a confusing term. “Or, more like, yesterday…”

A sharp inhale was drawn at your side and you could sense as he started closing off, putting up his walls so no one would catch a scent of his weakness. You hated when he tried to do that. You would have thought you were past that. You liked to consider you two friends at least.

Tonight was simply not your night. Of either of you, apparently.

“What about it-?“

You sighed, fighting the urge to roll your eyes. Were you truly such a crappy company, an insensitive friend or was there something sorrowful and cranky in the air, preventing your communication channels from tuning to the same frequency?

You were aware what the day meant for him – another painful reminder of what he had lost with crashing the plane in the forties only to wake up in a new millennium.

Though this particular loss – of his mother – haunted him even back in what some people called his days. It was an utter non-sense. Steve belonged there as much as he belonged here. He was brave enough to try and stubborn enough to succeed in fitting in.

“Nothing, I guess,” you sighed once more, this time rolling your eyes. “…Mr. Nothing Can Touch Me.”

The wry nickname hung in the air for a while, the faint noise of the night city washing over your pair. When Steve broke it again, there was a barely audible crack in his voice.

“I… I’m okay. I think. I… should be. It’s been so long. Decades,” he mused, turning his gaze to the sky. His eyes glistened and if you didn’t know him, hadn’t witnessed his walls lowering before, you would have thought it was just the streetlights reflecting.

You knew better. Tentatively, your fingers brushed his, not remembering when his hands had left his pockets. You were grateful for it now, especially when he didn’t retrieve from your touch instantly.

“Not for you,” you pointed out quietly, rewarded by the softest squeeze of his warm hand.

The heaviness and tension you had felt before resolved with the gesture. Something finally fell into place and you were almost you again and he was almost him.

Two figures, carrying their griefcases, but functioning and… harmonizing once more.

“How did you know?”

“That’s what friends are for, Steve,” you echoed his earlier words, sending a tiny smile his way, meeting his glassy gaze. “They remember important dates, good or bad.”

“No one else did. Not that I can actually hold it against Buck, of course... but no one… you…” his voice trailed off as he lost his train of thought – or perhaps he had never truly directed it to the station in the first place.

Your shoulders moved a fraction, a hint of a shrug-off. His hand wrapped around yours tighter in silent appreciation, not showing any sign of intending to let go.

And you were alright with that. More than alright.

Walk me home in the dead of night I can't be alone with all that's on my mind, mhm So say you'll stay with me tonight 'Cause there is so much wrong going on outside

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

His presence was always immense, overwhelming even; yet so comfortable you didn’t have the slightest problem with opening your heart to him, offering it to him even when it was bleeding. And now, finally tuned together, it was no different.

You bared your heart to him, even if it hurt.

“She didn’t make it,” you whispered, voice pained in the dead of the night and he didn’t react, letting you to gather strength to elaborate. You cleared your throat as the lump grew in it.  “Kayla, one of the kids… from last week’s mission. I found out yesterday… she-she didn’t make it, she had too many injuries. Word is that perhaps it was even a blessing. A relief.”

“I’m so sorry,” Steve repented, his grip growing stronger just a fraction, enough to make your chest and eyes burn.

“Yeah, so am I.”

Whatever he heard in your voice, it caused his fingers twitch in your hand, his footsteps slowing down. “You know that wasn’t your fault, right?”

“Wasn’t it? If I was faster, if I-“

Steve stopped in his tracks completely, pulling at your hand to make you do the same and face him.

You closed your eyes when his blue ones met them, unable to stand the urgency in them. His free hand curled around your shoulder, caressing in attempt at comfort.

“Hey, hey, don’t do that to yourself.” Hypocrite, you threw back at him in your mind, stubbornly keeping your eyelids shut, simply knowing that if you saw the sincerity in his gaze in addition to the fervour he spoke with, you might actually believe him. “You did your best. I know that, Nat and Buck know, everyone does. A monster you helped to put behind bars hurt the kids. Not you. You saved so many lives.”

You shook your head with a sigh, staring straight ahead as you turned on your heels and continued your path. Steve, never letting go of your hand, followed reluctantly.

“Sometimes I think he might have been right, you know?”

Peripherally, you saw him frown again and you cursed yourself for drinking – it untangled your tongue and his stupid face made your spill your guts to him, vomit emotion. You weren’t too secretive about your feelings most of the time, but damn, you hated how alcohol pushed your boundaries of sharing them.

“… Jim. He said that maybe I should give it up. That I’m just running alongside you, heroes, pretending to be one of you, but in the end, I’m not even close to being as good-“

Steve’s feet took roots in the ground, his steely grip forcing you to stop – as long as you wanted to keep your hand attached, which yeah, you kinda did.

“I feel like taking a detour now,” he muttered darkly and for a short moment, confusion was everything you felt, blissfully overtaking the anger, the sorrow, the helplessness and the feeling of utter uselessness.

“Huh?”

“Where does Jim live?” Steve spitted out the name venomously and you couldn’t help the wave of affection washing over you. Affection towards this treasure of a man who apparently wanted to punch another human being because it offended his friend. “He has no business saying something like that. Especially if his bullshit actually affects you-”

“Steve, he wasn’t wrong, I’m just-“ you sputtered, caught off guard when you registered the fire in his glare.

“We all make mistakes. But that’s beside the point, because you didn’t even make any that day. I read the report, and I know you, you put everything you got and more into the rescue mission. How can he-“ he hissed, literally taking a calming breath as both of his hands balled into fist.

Well, one of them only nearly, since it was still holding yours. It actually stung a bit, the bones in your hand close to grinding against each other.

“-I haven’t met him many times, but if he said that instead of comforting you after an incredibly draining mission, then I’m glad that that asshole is gone from your life. … though I would still appreciate his address.”

Blinking away the few stray tears that welled up, you forced a smile as Steve’s strict glare found yours. It felt good, seeing his indignation; having someone else exasperated on how Jim had reacted. He should have given you a hug and hold you tight; that was what you would wish for. Instead, he told you to stop complaining and when you accused him of not supporting you, he called you a whiny bitch who should make up her damn mind and broke things off.

You deeply appreciated Steve’s display of chivalry, hell, you half-considered giving away the address just so Jim would hear someone else agreeing with you, but you were honestly just tired. And you had a feeling Steve wouldn’t stay only at words and seeing any more blood, any more aggression would have been too much for you tonight.

Tonight, you… you needed serenity and comfort.

“…thank you. That… that means a lot. But… maybe just walk me home? Please? Could you walk me home, Steve?” you pleaded softly, barely audible, not caring it sounded like weeping of a needy child.

Unbeknownst to you, that was the last thing you resembled in Steve’s eyes. Your imploring gaze, vulnerable and open, it moved something inside him, his anger silenced for the moment, leaving him defenceless, unable to say no. Not that he had an intention to do so. He always had trouble saying no to you.

So he forced his fists to relax, running his thumb over the back of your hand and whispered the only word that made sense.

“Always.”

You settled back to the comfortable silence after that.

 Walk me home in the dead of night 'Cause I can't be alone with all that's on my mind Say you'll stay with me tonight 'Cause there is so much wrong going on

 You reached the Tower hand in hand.

Neither of you released the other. Not during the elevator ride, not when you walked the halls lined with doors leading to each’s private quarters.

You were still holding onto each other when you came to a stop in front of your door; rest assured, Steve Rogers would lead you right to your door even if his was only at the end of the very same corridor.

Standing nearly chest to chest, his eyes bored into yours with seriousness that surprised you.

“For the record, you do a great deal of good,” he reassured you, saying it as if he truly meant it. It tugged at your heart, sweet and bitter. “You’re amazing and you’re the most authentic of all of us. I admire you.”

That claim caused you to chuckle. Now he was laying it on a bit thick, downright exaggerating.

“You admire me? Steve, that’s really nice of you to say, but don’t be ridi-“

Your words died in your throat when his large palm splayed over your cheek, cradling it gently. When the paddle of his thumb swiped over your other cheek, soft smile playing on his lips, his irises bright with a promise, time seemingly stopped along with your heart.

“And you’re a great friend to the whole team, a wonderful person. Do me a favour and finally learn to accept a compliment,” he asked of you in hushed voice, the electric blue and green of his eyes locking you in. “If he didn’t praise you enough for you to get used to it, he was doing something wrong.”

You gulped, a silly association with the word ‘praise’ allowing you to break from the cage of his gaze that had previously had your mind gone blank.

“I’m not a dog to be praised, Steve…”

One corner of his lips – and when did they got so close anyway? – twitched. And then a tender kiss landed on your forehead, just the softest brush of lips against your skin. The gesture, utterly incomprehensible for you, had your eyelids flutter shut.

“I’m very much aware. Believe me, doll, I know. Thank you for letting me walk you home.”

You only nodded at the ridiculous statement – why was he thanking you? – too perplexed at the fact his lips had made contact with your skin. When did you cross the line towards the delusional drunk?

His fingertips caressed your face as he let go, wishing you to have a good night. Too baffled, you were unable to respond until he had already made his way to his door and you suddenly missed the warmth of his presence.

Breaking free from your haze, you acted on impulse, apparently startling him when you called his name out of blue so urgently.

“Steve!”

Whipping his head around to look at you, you felt your heart jump into your throat.

“Uh… are you ready to go to bed or… or maybe… would you like to watch a movie or something?” With me?

I don’t think I’m ready to be alone. Ready to be without you.

Even from the distance, you would swear you saw his lips spread in a slow honey-sweet smile.

“I think I’d like that,” he called out lowly. “Ten minutes? I’ll get the blankets. You pick the movie.”

“See you in ten then.”

You pretended that your heart didn’t flutter, sending a wave of familiar tingle through your chest and to your fingers, as you slipped inside your room with your mouth curled up in a content smile.

 Walk me home in the dead of night I can't be alone with all that's on my mind So say you'll stay with me tonight 'Cause there is so much wrong There is so much wrong There is so much wrong going on outside

*✧･ Bonus *✧･

If Tony found them two and half hour later, closing credits rolling, the pair curled up and cuddling on the couch, you fast asleep in Steve’s arms, and he noticed that the supersoldier was in fact only faking to avoid an interrogation from the Ironman himself, he didn’t mention it. He just whispered to FRIDAY to turn off the TV and turn off the dimmed lights completely.

He hoped Rogers would treat you the way you deserved, unlike the man who now had farts announcing a received e-mail or texts, unable to change it, and a laptop turning on randomly, dead-pale children staring at him from the screen with hollow eyes and in clothes dripping water. Tony would hate to have to hack more tech again just to avenge your broken heart without your knowledge any time soon.

He’d rather suffer watching the two of his friends being disgustingly sweet on each other.

Probably.

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S.R. masterlist

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Silent thanks to the person who came up with the word ‘griefcase’ as an alternative to emotional baggage.

Also, I’m pretty sure songfics aren’t supposed to be so long... oops?

Thank you for reading!

[bonnymori]

𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐲

Word count: 2760+ (i'll try to keep bigger lengths such as this one!)

Synopsis: You meet a new classmate who's working along Nanami, you think he's fun to be around, it stands the same to him about you. Later, feelings unravel.

Contents/Warnings: (1) Itadori Yuuji x gn!reader (2) FLUFF, TONS OF FLUFF - and some comfort (3) With the small participation of... Ino Takuma!! I really like him too, that's why <33333 (4) This is pretty platonic, but also not? (5) Ending turned sorta cliché... but I liked it u.u

A/N: This boy made me run rampant... to fhe point it's not single attraction anymore I just wish him happiness (smh if only my parents knew...) also next post will be Toji's fic pt. 2! Y'all see the first part is almost reaching 100 kudos????? I'M SO HAPPY EHSODJWKDKSJD- thanks for all the new followers and the support!! <33

Ever since his fake death, Itadori has been training alone with the help of Gojo - and now, he works along a freshly new face, who belongs to a senior, founds out ex-salaryman named Nanami Kento. He's far a thousand times more strict than Gojo. Itadori doesn't really likes the change, because Nanami is a person he can't get along. This whole guy's appearance scream "work 4 life"; he has proved different, now he screams "work is shit - but I gotta do it because others won't".

They've just finished cleansing the outside of a movie theater off a few curses, when Itadori hears shouting from far behind them. Two figures approach, waving excessively. He quickly picks on Nanami's tired sigh beside him.

"Nanami! We figured out you'd be here! Our mission has been finished and we wanted to catch up to have lunch together!" A male clad in a full black outfit shouts, he has brown hair and a beanie on top of his head, looking quite content.

The other person simply trots next to him in silence, approaching with a friendly smile. They notice Itadori faster than the male, smile widening and quickly waving hello, suddenly eager to reach up to them. The gesture makes the pink haired boy perk up, curious to why the other person looked so joyful. His question is easily answered, when they tug on the man's sleeve and motion to him.

"Ino, we have a third buddy!" The dude looks at him with widened eyes. "So nice to meet you, I'm Y/N L/N! It's great to see new faces around!"

Itadori smiles at your energy, knowing already he would click with you very well.

"I'm Ino Takuma, sorry for not noticing you before! Your uniform looks cool." Itadori exchanges a few compliments with Ino, before the man turns to talk with Nanami, leaving him and you together.

"Yes! I'm Sukuna's vessel, Itadori Yuuji-desu! My type of woman is Jenn-"

You turn to him. "So, are you a first year?"

"Geh? Weren't you dead though?!"

"I was!- I am!- Please keep secret."

"Okay!"

"Ahem." Nanami coughs, drawing attention. "I requested you two to not come after me today. Itadori here is the reason why."

"That's no problem, we're very capable of keeping secrets." You threw your arm over Itadori's shoulder, him nodding along with you.

"Oh really, then remember to keep quiet about it. I'll let this slide." The group of students nervously at Nanami's intimidating tone. "But, I'll get to have my break alone."

"Gah!" Ino exclaimed, watching Nanami walk away; he also left the responsability of taking care of Itadori for you two, leaving without a word. "It really had to be today, when Nanami would take us to his favorite bakery..."

"Crybaby." You teased. "Itadori here can't go outside where anyone can see him, he's dead. So, we were to order food either way because he shouldn't be left out."

"Augh okay, it would be unfair."

"So, where are you staying Itadori?"

"At Gojo's state!"

"Whoa, I've never been there before." Ino commented, waiting as you sent a message to Ijichi to pick them up.

"He's my teacher, a very cool one!"

"I imagine! Ooookay, once we get there I'll get the food."

Itadori felt as his chest would burst of excitement, finally there was people around him again, he couldn't be less happy about it.

"Sharing is caring!"

Itadori laughed as you wrestled with Takuma for some fries, netflix long forgotten in the background, as watching the banter was way more entertaining. Most of the time, Ino rambled a lot about Nanami, while he rambled a lot about Gojo. The guy even showed him the cool scar under his beanie. He felt kinda upset after explaining the exchange was just temporary, his stay under Nanami's wing wasn't decisive, and therefore, he was more like a classmate than a partner.

Itadori also learned a lot about you. He was surprised to find out that you, although energetic, was the one to speak the lesser in conversations. His surprisement grew even bigger when you told him you're a exchange student from Kyoto, arriving Tokyo about the same month as him - thankfully, you were to say for good.

Conversations flowed easily in the air, until a voice from the doorway barged in.

"Yuuji-kun! Don't forget about your lessons! Hi kids! Bye kids!" Gojo said playfully, throwing the familiar punching bear to Itadori before leaving.

"What's this thing?" Ino asked.

"It's to help me control my cursed energy. So while I watch the movies, if I don't charge it with cursed energy it punches me square in the face. I thought I had mastered this thing already, but he insist I keep training with it." Itadori grumbles.

"At least it's cute." You commented, taking a sip of your drink.

"Until it punches you in your face without warning!" The pink haired boy barks.

The talks died down, the three of you eating quietly when another movie is played on the screen. Itadori didn't bother reading the title, it was a plain one about a zombie apocalypse that got him extremely bored, yet he kept watching still so the plushie didn't punch him in the face again; he's been keeping a record since all his last cursed energy training lessons were a sucess to this day. When his head started nodding and eyelids dropping Itadori can't remember well, about fourty five minutes of movie perhaps? Make it fifty, the second slumber took over his body completely.

When he awoke once again, it was near midnight, the clock on the wall told him so. He also noticed a soft and warm surface supporting his head, figures, it's your shoulder he's resting into, he feels an arm around his own shoulders and your cheek placed upon his hair.

"Hey, it's late." You immediately notices he's awake, calling out softly. "You should sleep on your room, or something, better to your spine."

He chuckles when you poke his side. "But I'm comfortable here."

"I'm surprised, you just met me today, and now is sleeping on my shoulder."

"I'm not, that happens often to me."

"Sleeping on people's shoulders?"

"No! Making friends quickly." Itadori likes your gentle warmth, your hug, everything makes him feel at home. "I met two more people before you for two weeks, but they can't see me, because I'm dead."

"So I'll keep you company, that's my new mission."

His eyes widen at that, a oh so little blush covering the tip of his ears.

"For how many time I slept anyway?" He asks.

"About two- no, three hours. You missed two movies, and this one is about to end."

"And you stayed here the whole time?" He motions to your shoulder.

"Yep. That reminds me I gotta pee."

Itadori grumbles, but quickly lifts himself off you, respecting your needs. That gives him some time to look around, he notices Ino is gone, and the plushie sits quietly at the other side of the couch, unmoving.

"Y/N! How did you manage to make it quiet down?" He's beyond bafflet.

"...que."

"What!"

"I said!" You arrive quickly at the doorframe, hands still wet from when you washed them. "I used my innate technique."

"Oh! How is it like?"

"It's kinda funny, gimme a moment." You left to wipe off your hands, coming back in a second. "So, just like Shoko, I produce reverse curse energy, but it's quite different than hers, I can't heal people. That's why we often call it positive energy instead. I can use it to soothe off negative energy, so the bear has no cursed energy right now."

"How does it works on people?" He felt very curious about everything, asking away like a kid.

"Since everyone has negative energy, it just makes you sleepy really. But when it comes to curses it's really practical, I can either weaken it or, if the curse is like grade three or four, I can slap them off existence completely by wiping all their energy." You were naturally proud of having a such versatile power, your own energy swirling with pride around you.

"That sounds amazing! Is it why I fell asleep though?"

"Nah, only if I did it on purpose. I guess you were just tired, hope you don't mind I decided to let you rest today."

"No way, it was a good nap."

You nodded. "By the way, Ino left to attend to a drinking party, he paid for our food."

"Drinking? Is he old?"

"Yeah, he's twenty." You chuckled, already expecting that kind of reaction.

"No way! He looks young just like us!"

"That's totally my reaction after I learned he's twenty!"

After that day, you started visiting Itadori weekly to daily, after exchanging numbers he made a little group with you and Ino, naming it the "Nanami trio". But really, he exchanges more texts with you in private, be them memes, cool images he wish to share, etcetera. Although, Ino wasn't left excluded, he ofter brough his xbox to connect to Itadori's tv room and you all would spend hours playing together; he just didn't spend much time with both of you as much. And that was okay.

For a few days, your connection with Itadori died down when he didn't reply to your texts. They would remain unread for some time, the longest being half a day, until he would spam apologies then move on with the topic. That became a routine until one day when you came over to check on Itadori unnanounced, needin to ease off your worries about the boy, only to find him sobbing in the middle of a hallway, staring ahead and beyond, his back to you.

"Ita-?"

"Egh!" Startled, he scrambled to wipe his eyes, turning to you. "H-hey, um, hi."

"What happened?"

"I- he-" His eyes didn't met yours, knuckles white in a death grip. You notice he has a few bandages thrown over his face and arms. The way his shoulders are drawn, as if he wants to shrink into himself is something you've experienced before.

"Something hard to talk about?"

He nods almost immediately, head still facing down.

"It's alright, come with me." You reach for his hands, grimacing slightly when his forceful grip is now on your hand, yet you don't comment on it. He follows you through the state wordlessly.

You two stop on the same tv room, sitting down on the couch. You then guide his head to your shoulder, gently massaging his scalp with the free hand.

"It's alright."

Those two words are chanted like a prayer for the next half hour, at some point, Itadori twisted his body towards yours and unknowingly caged you between him and the sofa arm. He embraced you with a force you didn't have in you, like he didn't want to lose one another. Painful or not, not a muscle moved on your body. He needed a shoulder to cry on.

Thirty minutes passed like seconds, you peered down only to find the boy confortably napping against your bosom; at some point you just became the cold side of the pillow to him. That's alright. It brings you joy to be the mom friend anyways. So you decided to join the sleepland aswell, arms still secured around his shoulders and the back of his head.

It feels like the nap hasn't been long, though, because you can feel Itadori's grip loosening and therefore, you're awake.

"Sorry if I broke any bones, in advance."

"Wow, and you only warn me now."

He laughs at your comeback, hands still secured around your waist.

"I'm surprised you let me uh, cuddle you for comfort - and sleep. I don't understand it? You just make me sleepy." He rambled, keeping eye contact with you while his head still rests on your chest.

"That's a piece of cake when you have younger siblings who seek for you every night they get a nightmare."

"Does that mean I can come to you again if I have a nightmare?" There it is, his togepi-kirby cutesy face.

"Are you four?"

"That's mean!" Itadori blushed, squeezing you on his arms. "I like the contact. It puts me at ease."

"Mm, do you want to talk about it?"

He gulped. "No, not really."

Your peach haired friend remained silent, and so did you. It seems he doesn't intend in letting you go soon, or he just really forgot to mention it. It gives them time to think, your younger sisted used to do that sometimes, back in Kyoto.

"Y/N, wanna watch anything?"

"Sure, have you watched Parasyte before?"

"No, let's give it a try then!" Itadori glances at the remote, then back at you - making you confused over his hesitation to move. He notices you noticed it, chuckling nervously. "To be honest, I don't wanna let go."

"It's hurting my back."

"SORRY I'M SORRY!" He jumped away from you like a cat would jolt away from a cucumber, making you snicker.

"It's okay, I just wanted to change positions."

And to tease you, but he didn't need to know that part.

He glared at you with a small pout, typing the initials of Parasyte on the search bar. Outside his line of vision, you were grinning like a idiot, his sweeteness took a tow on you. All the people of Tokyo you met really held a way different spirit from your classmates in Kyoto, Itadori being the nicest of all. It's surprising him being Sukuna's vessel to begin with; being honest, you felt drawn by it.

"Y/N, it's startiiiiing." He cut your daydreaming short, slumping on your side and propping his head on your shoulder.

"This again?" You throw an arm around his shoulders, very much like the first time he cuddled himself on you.

"Don't blame me, you're the one who wanted to change positions. Guess I'll just make some alterations since I'm awake this time!" One of his arms went behind your back and circled your waist, hand resting at your hip.

"It's definely different, since the other time you drooled on me."

"Hhgh, okay okay! Let me enjoy this." For perhaps the actual first time, you're able to watch without exchanging words with one another.

And this time, it's you who's head loll to the side, nose buried on his soft rose perfumed hair. Itadori doesn't comment on it yet, his free hand moves under your legs to lift your whole body up efortlessly when he senses you have fallen asleep.

"I remember you said it's bad for my spine, I wouldn't mind it... yours however."

The boy makes a beeline to the guest room, he sighs when there is no choice but open the door with his foot. Inside, he places you carefully in the soft bed.

Before he could leave, a hand reaches up for his sleeve.

"Itadori," He turned, looking at you. "Make me company?"

He giggles softly - you think it sounds like a highschool girl. "You should start calling me by my first name!" Itadori rambles as he climbs on the bed, arms wrapping around your waist in a motion you're familiar with.

"Yuuji, I'm tired, let me sleep."

"But I wanna talk more..." He pouts. "Also, are we, um, dating?"

You wriggle around, bringing his head down to peck on his forehead, teasing. "Correction, I want to date you."

"Uh, oh." A blush coats his face so quickly, you'd say someone dumped a bucket of red paint on his face.

"Is that a no?"

"No!"

"So it is a no."

"Christ, will you stop teasing for a second, I'm trying to talk here." He makes an angry version of his togepi-kirby face, you can't help but grin.

"You amuse me, but okay. I'll do it for you."

"Thanks." He blinks, the blush slowly fading away. "You know, I lied, not about the contact, I like the contact nonetheless-"

His hand moves to play with yours, such as tapping his tips against yours, or meassuring the palms.

"-it's you who brings me comfort."

It's also your turn to blush, that line was seriously charming.

"Yeah."

"Yeah?"

"Yes, we're dating now." You respond, a little eagerly. "Can I kiss you?"

"Please."

This is the best person I could ask for, Itadori thinks, keeping his eyes open as yours shut during the kiss, whom I won't change for anything else in this world.

When you both separate, Itadori feels drowsy and sleepy. His face fits perfectly on your shoulder as always.

"Goodnight, my favorite person."