#hi hey hello I don't know how to make gifs so obviously I decided to learn by making an entire fucking gifset

[potteraep]

Hey 👋 how are you. I have a question: Do you take requests??

If yes:

Can you do a fic with Soft! Golden retriever Slytherin! Reader x an Overprotective! Black cat! Regulus. Where he probably thinks, where did they come from ?? (im a girl but i want other people with different genders to read this) and reader is like" if you don't accept my friendship bracelet, I'm gonna curse your family for seven generations." kinda person. And Regulus is like oh they feisty, i like that. And that's.. the idea.

If not: have a great day 😁😊

REDAMENCY ౨ৎ R.B

౨ৎ: regulus black x slytherian gn!reader

౨ৎ: hi! Sorry this took like a while.. to be released but I hope you enjoy it

౨ৎ: @reggieswriter I thought I’d tag you because you also requested something similar! I hope you like it :)

౨ৎ- regulus black found himself immersed by you, perhaps for some reasons even he didn’t have the heart to answer tho to say you weren’t in his head would be a stupid lie.

he wouldn’t say it was a crush, god no or atleast he wouldn’t admit it. His excuse was that you being a slytherian, he didn’t understand your attentive and caring attitude for those around you

in his defense his experience with his other house mates was that it was better to ignore them even if they were infact similar in many manners.

to say you shocked him was a slight understatement, well it didn’t exactly blow his mind but his gaze lingered for few longer seconds then he would for Anyone else

his eyes looking around as other slytherains rolled there eyes at you, and hufflepuffs wondered why you weren’t sorted with them

everytime you talked to him he was kind but quite not sure of how open to be but he made a note to try and be open as well when you asked how he was and ran off to go talk to anyone else about it

The “ friendship” obviously didn’t start like this tho at first you tried speaking to him as he looked at you and back at his work before you huffed and walked off

the next day he was a bit shocked and annoyed to see you keep trying to talk to him as he ignored you again

tho he was a bit interested and found your personality.. attractive?

this went on for a week.

Until he finally decided that he’d speak back to you when you tried, of course you spoke to him again but you were the shocked one when he replied with a full sentence

he found himself a bit happy seeing you so excited over a reply but brushed it off and continued his work as you waved walking away to your seat

After a week or so you became “friends” waving at each other in the halls, tho his wave was a lazy excuse of one but still a welcoming one.

he would walk into class and smile softly at you and every time you stopped him in the hall to talk your opposite demeanor seemed to bounce off each other, his blank but attentive gaze colliding with your excited attitude

as the months went on you grew closer your short hellos going to full fledged conversation and he felt a little thankful to know you, as in his words you were a breathe of fresh air

His friends often teased him a bit at the fact he’d roll his eyes and make a snarky remark when his house mates talked bad of you telling them they were stupid and couldn’t hope in a million years there brains could function enough to understand your honorable personality

he denied all the fingers his friends pointed at him saying it was only because you were very nice and a good person and it’s quite insensitive to take your kindness for weakness and that was it.

tho he of course wouldn’t admit to his friends or even himself that his heart skipped seeing you in the halls or when your hand would rest on his shoulder when you pasted him at his desk.

tho maybe soon his feelings could be put out, or at least deep down he hoped he wouldn’t have to feel such a feelings in the pit of his stomach in secret much longer.

@- likes and reblogs appreciated! As well as any other feedback :>

[strawbearrrry]

Rainy Afternoon 🌧

Karma x Reader One shot 🍓🍥

✮Type~Fluff

✮Character~Karma Akabane

✮Context~Karma comes by unannounced on a rainy Sunday afternoon

✮Song~You're here that's the thing

𓍊𖦹𓋼꩜☆꩜𓋼𖦹𓍊

It had been raining all day you were covered in fluffy blankets laying in your bed, listening to the rain hit your window. Your parents aren't home so it's just you and your cat Pepper alone, you almost fall asleep but then you hear a knock on the door

Pepper lifts his head up the same time you turn your head looking pit your door, it's weird your parents aren't supposed to be home early, and even so they have keys.

You place your book down on the your blanket and walk down stairs, you stand on the tip of your toes and look through the little hole in your door

"Karma?"

You unlock and open the door seeing your boyfriend, soaked and a bit bloody.

"Hey gorgeous~" he smiles

"What happened!?" You quickly pull him inside then walk twords the closest at the end of the hallway, leaving him at the entrance

"What?" He spoke as if it was any other day looking down the hallway for you

You quickly come back with a towel dragging him to a chair and making him sit down as you begin to dry his hair

"You know what, did you think I'd just ignore the fact you're wet and bloody!?" You scold him

"Chill most of it's not my blood" he stares at you with a smile "you're so pretty"

Even though most of it's not his blood you can still see some cuts and bruises

"Stop trying to kiss ass!" You glare at him but still find yourself blushing at his words

You sigh looking into his eyes with a serious expression "what happened"

He smirks and pecks you on the lips

"Karma"

"Fine" he sighs "I just got into a fight"

"Obviously" you set the towel on the table behind him and walk into the bathroom opening the medicine cabinet "go ahead and tell me I'm listening"

"Well.." He drags it out "I ran into some people from school and they were talking about you"

"What?" You question walking out of the bathroom with the first aid kit sitting next to him and taking his hand so you can bandage it up "what were they saying about me?"

"Dumb shit they pulled out of their asses" he sounded upset thinking back to it

Rumors have been spread about you since you dumped Gakushu so you're not surprised, but you decide not to press on it any longer seeing how much it upset him.

You sigh "I appreciate you defending me but you need to stop fighting, sooner or later you'll get expelled"

He scoffs "they can't expel me it wasn't even on school property"

You sigh once again though it wasn't on school property knowing principle Asano and how much he hates 3-E (and you) you don't doubt he'll try and find a way to get Karma in trouble just to upset you. You're caught up in your thoughts till you feel Karma cup your cheeks

"Hello, earth to (Y/n)?" He starts to squish your cheeks now

"Sorry Karma, I was just thinking" you look away from him with a bit of a pout

He frowns then leans in closer as your foreheads touch. You close your eyes, preparing for a kiss but instead you feel him pinch your cheek

You glare at him and rub your cheek

"Welp I'm gonna change" he gets up, he usually stays at your house so he ends up leaving shirts and stuff over here all the time, and the clothes he's wearing now are soaked

He goes upstairs and you lay your head on the table, almost falling asleep.. Well you did fall asleep but only for like three minutes! Then you feel paws on your head, you look up a bit and see two little black paws. You sigh petting pepper

"What am I gonna do with him?"

"Whatever you want princess" you feel arms wrap around you and you're suddenly picked up and thrown over his shoulder

"Karma put me down!" You gently punch his back and your legs swing slightly causing a curious pepper to swat at your pink fluffy socks like they were flies

"If you insist" he shrugs and acts as if he's going to drop you

"WAIT!"

He chuckles "don't worry princess I'd never drop you" he holds now holds you bridal style and walks upstairs into your room "I've thought about it though"

"Karma" you groan

He smiles setting you on the bed then kisses your forehead, he lays down and cuddles with you

You smiles sweetly at him and miss his cheek where a band aid was "I love you Karma"

His smile stays, he's always happy when with you it's almost impossible to be upset. He strokes your hair and kisses your lips "I love you too"

And the rest of your rainy afternoon was spent with kisses and cuddles, listening to the rain hit your window

[bluemoondust]

Hello! May I req about reader attempting to piss off/surprise attack Dazai (BSD) so that he would kill them please? Just one character, and in scenarios would be fitting i think or it can be up to you. Thanks!

✧Attempting to Provoke Him✧ — Dazai Osamu

First time writing for Dazai, so hope this is good!

Warning(s): Talk of Suicide and Death (Thanatos Theory), Hints of Manipulation

Currently Playing: Two Breaths Walking (Reloaded) cover by Rachie

"Hey,

What are you living off of?

Who is it that drives you to go on?

Who is it that you think of?

Have you learned all of the words to say?"

It seems like you're under the influence of Thanatos. The desire of death; your untimely demise.

Something all too familiar with Dazai. However, his approach to the concept is different from yours. Well at least, in terms of how you'd like your end to be. His own methods have changed, but oh...some things just stay the same even after years have passed.

He thinks about how empty you must feel. What drove such a hole into that heart of yours in order to cause this need to have your short life ended. He'll find out that answer eventually; he always figures it out in the end. It's futile to even try to hide your true reasoning behind it. The kicker of it all being that you wish for Dazai to be the one to cut your life abruptly.

Something was wrong with this. No human being would want to commit a death that is by the hands of someone else. They'd rather do it by their own hand; to feel that sweet sense of control they never had in their lives. Why do you want someone to kill you? Well no matter, it is something he'll find out. He knows too well you won't give an answer. No person is ever honest when it comes to their darkest emotions.

Your attempts to annoy/surprise him, amuse Dazai greatly and he never takes them seriously...on the surface. He simply plays along and laughs like it's all a joke. Treats it like a game. "Oh! Nice try~ You'll have to be more stealthy than that!" Your actions are met with head pats or affectionately pinching your cheeks. You're adorable. Just like that silly little head of yours to even believe you can achieve what you want.

Those methods are in vain as he can clearly tell its you ever time you try to catch him off guard. You think just because these methods are a clear plead to be killed, they would actually give you what you want? Oh, you're naive. Dazai had already known your intentions. Everyone else could assume you are being silly, but he knows better. He's seen the glint in your eyes when you approach him with a new scheme. He's seen it before.

You're his darling after all. He knows you more than you know yourself. You want to know what does piss him off? That you want to leave this world on your own. Without him. Dazai internally scoffs at your attempts to ignite a strong reaction out of him, but they still amuse him as said before.

So let's get things straight, you are not going to receive what you desire, darling. Well, at least, not on your terms. One, you're not dying until Dazai decides it's time and two, it will be in the form of a double suicide. In order for that to be, you have to be on the same page as him. Don't worry though, Dazai has that all figured out. You'll eventually come around to the idea if you're initially against it. Wouldn't you rather see the experience of pure bliss on your beloved's face before you go? It's better than seeing resentment.

For now, you're obviously a danger to yourself, aren't you? It seems like you're at a point in your life where you simply have no control over it. The reins are no where to be found; hands feebly trying to grasp them. Someone else has to grab them for you. Whether you want it or not, that hole in your heart will be filled...with him. Dazai will make you see him as your reason to live. The absolute control over your life.

He smiles at the thought of it. What a lovely thing to think of. It will not remain just a thought though, as he plans to make that a reality. He will commend you, despite how foolish your efforts are, you certainly gave Dazai something interesting to work with. Things were going to be simple, but now a bump in the road is present. Even if it is a minor one. You're making things easier, but the good kind.

Challenging your perspective will be fun. Making you question what you initially believed will be a joy. Your original reason for the desire of death will change and Dazai will look forward to that. He looks forward to seeing you look at him like he's your lifeline.

"From today you’ll be the air I breathe

your breath is everything in me

The "I love you's" we tried to say

That we screwed up, but not today"

[the-milk-monarch]

hello there milk! really love your writing, I want to eat it very badly /pos :D. can I please request a Mike, Mal and Scott x reader with very noticeable stims? like clapping, chirping, flappy hands ect? totally cool if not!

☣︎ Hey Anon! Tysm, it means a lot! I hope It's alright.

[𝚂/𝙾 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝙽𝙾𝚃𝙸𝙲𝙴𝙰𝙱𝙻𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙼𝚂]

Summary: General headcanons.

☢︎ | Total Drama | 621 words | gender-neutral reader ♡ | Mike | Mal| Scott ⚠ | Mal being an ass

[𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎]

I believe he has some knowledge about those.

I mean, he's not an expert, but he understands that stimming is a calming method.

With that in mind, he wouldn't make any comments about it.

At most would ask how it feels like, out of curiosity.

"Well... it calms me down. Sometimes I do it out of excitement as well." You explained simply. "...So... You're like a puppy who wags their tail?" He tried to joke lightheartedly, hoping it's not offensive or ignorant. "That's a first time I hear this comparison." You truthfully responded, a bit amused and not offended at all. "Is it bad?" His voice hesitated slightly as he got more worried about your reply. "No- It's actually kinda cute." And so, he immediately calmed down.

His only repetitive movement (and point of reference) is scratching his arm when stressed, but he doesn't do it on the daily, unlike you.

Would never make fun or think of you weird, and is ready to throw hands if anyone is planning on that.

Well, okay, not literally, but

He'd make sure they're not bothering you to the best of his abilities.

Unless you don't want to, which he'll also respect.

It also never bothers him.

[𝙼𝚊𝚕]

He doesn't stim, like, at all, so he doesn't get it.

But you do you ig.

He's aware about what it is and why you do it, but he doesn't care much. /pos?

He might get a bit annoyed if he's trying to focus on something and you start doing it, though.

His first instinct isn't to be nice to people, so prepare for some rough reactions at first.

"Will you shut up for a minute?"

He'll learn to tone it down.

"...Can you stop for a moment, I'm trying to think."

But he will not tolerate other people saying that.

Only he has the right to be mildly mean to you sometimes /affectionate

Even if someone were to look at you the wrong way.

He's not the one to infantilize you, as he knows you're capable of protecting yourself, but if he's feeling particularly spicy that day, there might be some domination display on his part.

"Are you looking for something?" He stared daggers at the person who dared to show any sort of negative opinion towards you. "...To get hurt, perhaps?"

[𝚂𝚌𝚘𝚝𝚝]

Now this poor guy has no idea what autism/adhd even is.

Like, never heard of it.

So he'll just bluntly ask you what you're doing.

"Why are you... clapping?" He asked, tilting his hands. You immediately stopped, feeling a bit put on the spot. "Uh... I'm excited?" You responded casually, although you weren't sure of Scott's opinion on the topic yet. You wished he's gonna grasp it. "Oh." He said as you saw a bit of cogs turning in his head. You decide to spare him the figuring out by himself and explained further. "It's a stim." You calmly concluded. "You do drugs?!" His face turned into a surprise, concern and disbelief. You got thrown off your trail of thoughts, so a chuckle escaped your lips. "No- It's a stim. Not a stimulant." You elaborated once more. "Of course. I obviously know what that is." He didn't.

Be prepared for a long list of questions.

It doesn't really bother him, plus he has the benefit of now knowing your body language.

If he can make you make those movements, he won!

In case your stimming stems from stress.

Which he also gotta learn is a thing.

If anyone dares to point your stimming, he's ready to protect your honor like the hero he is.

"Hey! If you make fun of their flapping, you get the- slapping!" He was really proud of that one.

[bendycxmet]

Sleep Date—Vash the Stampede

Summary: Most of your and Vash's dates consist of getting cozy beneath the covers.

Word Count: ~1.2k

Content: fluff, cuddling, slight angst on Vash's side but nothing cuddling can't fix

Pairing: gn!reader x Vash the Stampede

Several rhythmic knocks echo into your living space, eyes lifting from your TV in your room. Instantly recognizing your and Vash’s shared knock pattern, you jog to the door. Living in Julai isn’t always the safest, so Vash came up with a way that you know it’s him at the door whenever he comes over. 

A second barely passes by between you opening the door and him launching himself at you, engulfing you in a hug. You can tell from the soft texture tickling your nose that he is wearing your favorite red hoodie of his. You plan on stealing it later.

“Well hello to you too lover,” you tease, head burying into his chest to inhale the very unique scent that is clearly him. 

“Couldn’t help myself. It’s been too long.” He waddles you backward, closing the door with his foot and reaching back to lock it. With how often he’s over, this is second nature to him. Your safety stays on his mind.

He continues waddling you back into your room, swinging you around so he’s the one to fall onto your bed first. Hugging him isn't enough. Your hands inch their way underneath his expansive hoodie to seek out his warm skin. You mentally cheer when you feel an instant connection to his skin beneath your fingertips, seeing he decided to come dressed simply in his sweatpants and hoodie, with no shirt underneath. Gotta love your boyfriend for knowing exactly what he wants when he comes over–as much skin-to-skin contact time he can get with you. Leaning back with an idea, Vash whines at the loss of your soothing skin on his, quieting with a blush to his cheeks as he sees you take your sweatshirt off.

Returning to his side, you burrow your way under his hoodie, popping out from his neckline to nuzzle further into his neck. Vash hisses.

“Mayfly you need to turn on your heater once and a while. It gets real cold at night. Your nose is freezing!” At the feeling of your arms wrapping around his torso, he reciprocates the movement. 

“Why need a heater when I have one now?” You poke his side. “You come over six out of the seven days a week. You should leave your apartment lease and just come live with me.”

“That would be nice, but Nico would bite my head off. He claims he’s strapped for money and needs a roommate to split the rent. But he’s always out at that one bar…”

“Well, looks like Wolfwood and I will be sharing a roomie.”

Vash reaches beneath his hoodie, fingers rubbing along your spine, lightly grazing his nails. Goosebumps rise on your skin, a shudder running through your body at the feeling before relaxing back into his caresses. Humming, you close your eyes, finally indulging in Vash’s love after a long day. It doesn’t get better than this. 

“You know the reason why I wear this hoodie every time I come over for the night?”

“Because you know it's my favorite~ plus it looks good on you. The color suits you.”

He hums. “It looks better on you when you have nothing on- hey!” you pinch his sides, ending his teasing. He exhales through his nose, collecting his thoughts, before continuing. 

“I wear it because it's stretched enough to fit us both. I don't even see it as mine anymore. It smells like me and you whenever I put it on.” You look up slowly, seeing his eyes focused on the screen behind you. Anytime Vash admits a tiny secret of his, one where he is obviously vulnerable and open with you, he finds it hard to maintain eye contact with you. He loves looking at you, taking in every curve and angle that makes up the face of the one he loves most in this lifetime. But seeing the way you look at him, with complete devotion and ardor, it's enough to make the man drop to his knees. It's hard to handle. 

You love it when Vash gets to be open like this. You love knowing he confides his feelings to you, even the ones he’s used to bottling up, especially ones connected to his past. Running all his life has led Vash to have trouble admitting any type of feelings. He was always forced to keep a smile on his face to hide any anger, sadness, frustration. Any sort of emotion that could lead the people around him to believe that he can live up to his nickname if pushed to extremes. You avert your eyes, giving a slight squeeze to his backside to let him know you’re listening. To give him time and space to confess what’s on his mind.

“I love that we can share moments like this all the time, but I wanna be able to feel you in these moments. Being able to physically touch you…it’s a privilege, Mayfly. I never had this before. I couldn’t, with how often danger followed me. I can’t imagine putting you in front of any bullets meant for.”

You sense his mind is taking a dark turn. In an attempt to pull him back to you, you recall one part of the sentence to him.

“Physical touch…hm. So that’s why you hardly ever wear shirts under your hoodies…”

He brings his hands up to cover his face, Vash’s muffled groaning sounding from beneath them.

“Sheesh, am I that obvious? Can’t fault a guy for wanting to touch his angel.”

It's your turn to groan. “Cheesy bastard…” you tease. It's your way of calming the fierce love blooming in your chest, shoving your face into the crook of his neck. Several beats of silence pass. Suspicious, you peek at him. He seems to be “watching” the movie. 

“...Vash.” you deadpan. His nose twitches, before he opens his eyes back up to watch the movie.

“Oh I like this scene coming up-”

“You liar! You fell asleep! I felt your breathing change.”

“Not true… I was just resting my eyes for a couple of seconds.” A fit of chuckles overtakes you both before you two burst out laughing. 

“I've been in a relationship long enough with you that I know exactly when you fall asleep. You can't lie to me.” His arms tighten around you before rolling you over, smothering you. You continue giggling as he lays a path of kisses up your neck to your face. 

“Can't hide anything from you! Plus, you're all warm now,” he sighs, ceasing his attack on you so that he lies his head down next to yours, content with feeling your heartbeat sync with his own, fully feeling connected with you.

“Vash, as much as I love our cuddling, I'm running out of air,” you wheeze.

Without a word, he rolls you two onto your sides, so that you can still stay cuddling chest to chest. You slump into the comfort of your pillow and his arms, closing your eyes as Vash intertwines your legs, pulling you impossibly closer. Your leg rests on his hip, finally hearing Vash’s evened and spaced out breathing hit your neck. Smiling, you lift the blanket over the two of you. 

a/n: oh to cuddle with vash...cries. part two will be out soon for this piece. it might get a lil...steamy. i'll link it here when i put it out! enjoy! muah x

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[the-fiction-witch]

Heavenly Angel

Media - The Maze Runner Series Character - Newt Couple - Newt X Reader Reader - Y/n Rating - Smut Word Count - 3720

#Having completed the task of washing the last remaining dinner plates, I began walking across the glade, departing from the kitchens and making my way into the common area. It was a lively scene, with most of the glade boys engaged in various activities such as chatting, fighting, and drinking. As I walked, I couldn't help but notice that my hoodie clung to me due to sweat, so I took a moment to adjust it. Among the hustle and bustle, I noticed many of the boys I was close to gathered in a circle near the bonfire, engaged in lively conversation. I decided to make my way over to join them.

"Hello Boys," I smiled,

"Hey Y/n," Came from a few faces, but one caught my interest,

"Hey Love," Newt smiled to me as he sat on the grass his wrist learnt on his raised knee,

"Hi Newt," I smiled fixing my hair behind my ear a little, but I went and sat beside Chuck listening to the boys chat,

As I sat there contemplating whether to go and join Newt, my mind was in turmoil. I had a massive crush on him, and the thought of sitting next to him made me worry that I would turn into a stuttering mess. On the other hand, I didn't want to come across as avoiding him by staying away. It's funny how much mental effort I put into something that most boys probably wouldn't even notice, especially Newt.

Soon enough the conversation turned and I couldn't help but laugh at the suggestion.

"Come on guys who's in for truth or dare?" Minho smirked,

No one was that enthusiastic but no one called him a shank so I suppose the game was on. It started off with the basic stupid boy things exchanging random basic truth facts as well as people doing stupid little things, all the while… I noticed Newt and I often met eyes across the circle almost like we were chatting across the circle with smiles and eye rolls like the sarcasm factories we are, but I often noticed whenever I glanced up at him he would already be looking at me and often glance away. But I didn't let it stay in my mind long, after all, I didn't want to get my hopes up.

"Truth or Dare Gally?" Minho chuckled,

"Truth," Gally nodded,

"What's the strangest dream you've had?"

"Hu… I guess I once dreamed that I came into the glade and all of you were like anthropomorphic animal creatures. It was very strange,"

Of course, the circle erupted into laughter,

"Were you human?" I asked,

"I was that's the baffling bit," He nodded, "Okay… Fry truth or dare,"

"Dare," He nodded,

"Oooohh" Came from the circle,

"Share someone's secret, without sharing their name?"

"Anyone?"

"Anyone but you,"

I gulped a little as I knew, Fry knew. about how I felt about Newt. So I sat sipping some moonshine rather sheepishly.

"Someone here… who I cannot name. Has a crush on someone else who is also here."

Of course, the circle erupted into cheers, whispers and theories.

Newt and I glanced at each other briefly but both just turned red and looked away,

"Humm Newt?" Fry smirked,

"Yeah?"

"Truth or dare,"

"Ohh bloody hell, truth,"

"Who would you kiss in this circle?"

He sighed a little, "Well Obviously Y/n,"

Of course, the circle erupted with ooh's and wolf whistles,

"No. No. It's not like that." He defended, "But why the hell would I want to put my lips on any of you shanks?"

I did my best not to blush at the thought,

"Jeff truth or dare?" he asked,

"Dare! All day lay it on me,"

"I dare you to do fifty push-ups,"

"Not even a challenge," he jumped up and did them so excitedly, "Okay… Zart truth or dare?"

"Dare! I wanna do a dare," he said,

"Ooohh… Give a kissing demonstration, you know just in case 'some people' don't know how to do it," Jeff explained,

Of course that was a funny thing to watch as Zart moved and sat in the centre of the circle and gave a detailed presentation using his hand on how to kiss someone I couldn't even look up feeling like I was going to blush though my whole body if I even looked at Newt,

"Thomas, truth or dare?"

"I'll do a truth that sounds fun," He smiled,

"What's your best pickup line? in case 'anyone' needs a suggestion," Zart chuckled, "Hummm I think…" He pondered as he got up and took Minho by the hand, "Are you a magician? Because when I look at you, everyone else disappears."

Of course, the circle erupted into laughter,

"Are you a loan? You've got my interest." Minho replied,

"Did you invent the aeroplane? Because you're clearly Mr. Wright."

"If you were a triangle you'd be acute one."

"awwww…" Thomas smiled,

Once the laughter died down he turned his sights to me,

"Y/n,"

"Yes?"

"Truth or dare girl glader,"

"…Dare," I answered,

The circle fell silent,

"I dare you, to go for seven minutes in heaven. In the slammer. With Newt."

"What!" we both gasped in shock but their lack of laughter proved this was serious, Before we could even protest the boys got us up and all but walked us to the slammer currently empty, Minho opened up one of the cells and offered it to us,

"Come on Love." Newt sighed as he took my hand and tugged me inside with him, I was nervous but I didn't argue.

Once inside they locked us in and began to walk away,

"Seven minutes and we'll be back," Thomas called as they walked,

"So…" I Gulped,

"So…" He sighed, "I uhh I think they might know… about my uhh my crush on you,"

"Oh!" I gasped, "I- I thought they knew about my crush on you!"

"What! Ohh my god- we were both?" He blushed,

"Apparently so, I told fry,"

"I told Tommy," he nodded, "Damn conspirators, they've probably been trying to put us together all night,"

"Does make things make much more sense," I nodded,

"We… don't have to do anything you don't want to Y/n, I am happy just sitting and chatting if that's all you want,"

"… But what do you 'Want' to do?"

"Well, I have been given time alone with the girl I'm crushing on." He smirked a little, "And you can do a lot in seven minutes,"

"You really can," I nodded still a little sheepish but I wrapped my arms around his neck and tenderly pressed a kiss to his lips,

He happily took control of the kiss setting a breakneck pace, his hands slid around my waist and wasted no time pulling me onto his lap his hands setting on my hips, I matched his pace of course after so long in the glade crushing on each other it was clear all our desires had just been set loose. Often we softly moaned into the kiss his tounge coming to stroke my bottom lip so I happily met with him turning our kiss even deeper. We both knew we only had seven minutes till the boys would be back so we knew not to waste any time, and I began to move my hips gently already feeling his hard-on under me.

“Umm, No bra? How the blood hell do you expect me not to want my hands all over you,” he smirked his hands slid up my hoodie and cupped my breasts he fondled and squeezed my breasts often holding them to feel the weight of them in his hands, making sure he squeezed tight. He worked into my grinding shifting us to the perfect position, “How am I meant to help myself?" He smirked purposely pinching my nipples and tugging on them to force them to harden and as soon as they did he grabbed my breasts in his hands and rubbed in my nipples with his thumbs which caused me to moan moving to kiss down his neck, “Uhh! Not so hard Y/n, I’m meant to be the one giving you hickeys, aren’t I? So I can mark you and show you off to those boys,” He smirked tugging on my hair to move my head a little so he could find the perfect spot to kiss down my neck before locking his lips on my skin and giving me a hard dark hickey that wouldn’t be able to be covered,

“Newt… we don’t have a lot of time,” I whined,

"I know love" he smirked moving a hand down to undo my shorts and forcing his fingers inside rubbing under my panties "Ummm! Ohh bloody hell you're so… so wet…" his fingers found my entrance, and he pushed two fingers are first just inside then pushing as deep inside as he could flicking his fingers as he did making me squeal but I clamped a hand over my mouth “We best make the most of it then," he smirked biting his lip as his hand held me tightly and his fingers worked mercilessly finger fucking me fast and hard moving to make out with him again to try and stay quiet. Until he pulled his hand away and licked his fingers clean “Uhh! Seven minutes isn’t enough with a heavenly angel like you,” he growled pulling my shorts down and unlacing his own trousers pulling himself out with a gasp, I blushed a little seeing how hard he was, “You know… I look like this every time I see you,”

“You do?”

“Ohh I do,” He nodded stroking himself, “You make me so hard Y/n,” He gasped,

“Come on we don’t have much longer,” I remind pulling my panties to the side

He nodded and found his way inside me "uuuuuuuhhh! Y/n! Ohh bloody hell my angel" he smirked holding my hips to make me bounce on him admittedly it was amazing! We kissed heavily trying to keep ourselves quiet as we got faster and faster, “We don’t have much time… Uhh but I’m so close…”

“I know… I am too,” I gasped moving myself even faster,

“Shuck it.” He growled holding me tight as he pushed me onto my back and loomed over me never pulling out as he did proceeding to pound me mercilessly pulling my lips to his to muffle our lustful moans until I suddenly hit my orgasm digging my nails into his arms as my eyes rolled back and I squirted down his cock "uuhhhh shuck Y/n. Uhhh uuuuuuuhhh- I need you so bad angel- I'm so close - just a little - uuughhhh!" He groans burring himself as deep as possible his hips moving erratically as he came, "… I uhhh I am sorry Y/n I uhh I don't know what came over me there," he gasped,

"You're fine Newt," I chuckled giving him a soft sweet kiss,

"I uhh… I really do like you, Y/n. Like really really like you. I… I love you even Angel,"

"Awww Newt, I love you too," I smiled,

"Did you maybe… wanna be my girlfriend?"

"I'd love that," I smiled, "We uhh should probably," I glanced at our hips and the sight of him still inside me,

"Right! Right yeah…" He nodded as he pulled out and we fixed ourselves up, "We should get back before they come looking for us, we'll never hear the end of it if they do,"

"True, come on," I smiled offering my hand and he happily took it us sharing a soft kiss before we headed back.

I sighed as I lay on the bed of my little hut clutching a bucket in my arms, newt sat beside me stroking my back and muttering soft sweet words,

"It's okay Y/n, It's okay," he cooed,

But I threw up again,

"It's okay let it out, little Angel," He cooed,

"What is happening to me… surely this can't be just a tummy bug," I force out,

"I know, even if it was something bad from the kitchens everyone would be sick not just you," he nodded, "You sure you haven't snuck into the gardens and eaten anything?"

"I promise…"

"Okay, You lay here and rest little angel I'll get the medjacks to come and check up on you,"

I nodded and he gave my cheek a small kiss before he headed off,

It wasn't long before Clint and Jeff came to my hut and gave me a good check over doing what few tests they could until Clint said the thing that made us all realize.

"So… when was your last period?"

"Kinda rude Clint," Newt told him,

"I'm just saying…" He said,

"…I… I kinda skipped one last month." I answered,

"And you should have one this month?" Jeff asked,

"I should have… last week," I nodded,

"Y/n, is there any chance you're… pregnant?" Clint asked,

"Pre-pregnant?" I sat up in shock,

"Pregnant!" Newt gulped, "No no she uhh…"

"You sure?" Jeff glared at Newt,

"No no, we uhh we don't uhh…" he stuttered, "Look. if you must no we don't… we make sure to be as safe as we can given we are stuck here."

"Yeah we fool around and have fun I mean we're a couple but we make sure not to" I began but it clicked, "Oh no."

"What?" Newt asked,

"Heaven." I remind,

"…Ohh…" He gulped, "Shuck."

"So that's a yes then?" Jeff chuckled,

"Yeah. it's possible," I nodded,

"Then congrats Y/n. you're pregnant." Clint nodded before the boys left Newt and me alone,

"Well Alby is going to cut my dick off," He sighed,

"I think he might," I nodded,

"How do you feel?" he asked sitting and holding my hand,

"Well I'm happy to know," I nodded, "Wish it was under better circumstances, Are you angry?"

"Why would I be angry Y/n?" he smiled, "I'm thrilled we get a little baby angel of our own. Are… you happy?"

"I am happy," I smiled hugging him tight, "I love you Newt,"

"I love you too Y/n, My sweet angel. carrying our lil baby angel," he cooed stroking my stomach.

I yawned given I was tired from being up most of the night, hammocks are not comfy not when you're pregnant, even if I know Newt did his best to fill it with blankets and pillows to make me comfy.

"Whoa! Whoa whoa!" Newt said as he ran over to me, "Nope. Let me." he said taking the box I collected from Zart to take to the kitchens and carrying it for me,

"Newt I can do it," I whined a little,

"I know, but you're already carrying a whole baby in that belly." He smiled, "I don't want you doing anything stressful or strenuous,"

"Like carrying carrots?"

"Well they are heavy, and hard to carry, you could drop one and need to be bending over, it's much safer for me to do it," He said dropping the box off, "Come on let's get you off your feet,"

"Newt I'm fine really," I chuckled, "I can't spend all this time laying around not doing anything I feel useless,"

"You are not doing nothing you are growing a whole human, you are making life! you are doing so much work angel," He cooed, "Come on Up we go." He smiled picking me up and carrying me in his arms, "You can come lay in the grass while I get some gardening done then I can keep an eye on you,"

"Fine," I rolled my eyes a little and just let him carry me to the gardens where he set up a little cosy corner in the grass for me,

"Water. Some Strawberries. A blanket. an extra pillow. Anything else you need you just let me know," He cooed,

"I'll be fine Newt,"

"Okay," He cooed kissing my forehead and then my bump, "Love you two,"

"Love you too." I giggled as he went to work only a few feet away,

I groaned as I leaned against the tree trying to do something to sort my back out, it hurt so bad from my now very heavy bump, honestly, I think sleeping on a floor mattress wasn't helping.

"Awww Hello Angel," Newt cooed as he came over on his break kissing my lips and then my bump, "You okay?"

"My back that's all,"

"Ohh… you want another back rub?"

"No I'll be okay," I nodded,

"You sure?"

"I'm sure,"

"Hum…." He pondered, "Could I try something?"

"Sure," I shrug,

He smiled and happily moved behind me for a moment I glared but he just blew me a kiss, his hands snaked around my waist and pulled my back against his chest, and then his hands moved down under my bump and softly clasped his hands together before gently and slowly lifting it. His hands took the weight of my belly off my back and hips, my whole back relaxed and the ache stopped, nothing was pressing on my organs or my bladder, everything felt so… nice again. "How does that feel?" he asked,

"Ummmmm…." Was all I could manage petting his hair as I leant my head on his shoulder,

"Nice?"

"Mhm," I nodded,

"Shall I stop?" He asked slowly lowering but I stopped him,

"No, No… just a little longer."

"Okay Angel," He cooed kissing my cheek, "I'll hold baby as long as you need me to,"

"Forever?"

"Maybe not forever but if it helps?"

"It helps. it's helps a lot."

"Then I'll do it every day I promise,"

"Ummm I love you Newt,"

"I love you too." He smiled "Both of you,"

"Hey!" Gally called from the builder's hut waving at us,

"Ohhh do we have to?" I whined,

"I'm afraid so. You need me to carry you?" he asked as he slowly put my bump down the pain was all back again, but it was nice for just a little time without it,

"No it's fine," I sighed taking his hand as we went slowly across the glade, "What is it, Gally?"

"One crib finished," He smiled showing off the little crib he made for us,

"Awwww it's so cute," I cooed,

"Thanks, Gal," Newt smiled,

"You're welcome, everyone in the builders had a hand in it we wanted to make sure it was nice and sturdy for baby."

"Thank you so much," I smiled,

"You're very welcome, how is baby doing?" He asked reaching for my stomach but Newt stopped him making me chuckle a little, Newt never let anyone but him and the medjacks touch my belly even if everyone wanted to, "Serious?"

"My little angel is not for your hands," Newt said kissing my bump,

"Whatever, how are you though?"

"Fine, baby's kicking and squirming away. Jeff says only another month or so." I explained,

"Well, I'm sure we'll all hear as soon as it comes,"

"I'm sure you will," I nodded,

I laid on my back in the gardens screaming bloody murder as the sun set. I had been lying watching Newt work as usual feeling a bit crampy in my stomach but it was clear now I was in labour. The boys didn't want to move me afraid it would cause problems so I laid in the grass screaming pulling the tuffs out with my hands and digging my nails into the dirt, Newt of course staid by my side holding my hand and supporting my head on the pillow and at times his thigh muttering sweet things to me even if he was struggling now given the pain I was in. Clint and Jeff were at my feet doing what little they could. The other boys all pushed off elsewhere while this was happening so I didn't have a whole audience of curious boys watching as I gave birth.

My screams echoed through the glade, my body trembled and shook, tears in my eyes as the pain unlike anything else in this world ripped through me so aggressively,

"You're doing great, you're doing so so good Y/n," Newt cooed,

"Okay And Push," Clint told me,

My body reacting on its own at this point in a pure animalistic need to get this baby out of me,

"That's perfect Y/n, only a few more big pushes."

"I can't… I can't…" I muttered beyond tired after so long of this agony,"

"You can do it, you can. I know you can." he nodded, "Come on Y/n just a couple more I promise."

"I can see the head. You have to push." Jeff spoke up,

I screamed my voice breaking as tears flooded my face,

"One more. I think this is the last one. One more push." Clint told me,

"Just one more Y/n. One more and it's done. Just one more push." Newt cooed stroking my hair,

I screamed once more gritting my teeth as it felt like my whole body burnt and I gave every last bit of my energy which seemed to be enough,

"And Out!" Jeff yelled,

I collapsed my head on Newt's thigh as I gripped his bruised hand and arm softly, "It's done?"

"It's done. You did so so good." He cooed kissing my head and stroking my hair,

"Is baby okay?" I asked,

"Is it?" newt asked a little worried,

"Baby is perfect," Clint nodded as he finished swaddling the little baby in a blanket and he handed the little baby to me laying them on my chest,

"Awww… our baby," Newt immediately got teary,

"Our baby…" I cooed stroking their little face, "Boy or girl?" I asked,

"A little girl," Jeff smiled, "Everything is good you actually delivered great everything by the book we'll leave you to rest," He nodded as they took the gross afterbirth and the dirty rags away leaving Newt and I alone with our little girl.

"She's so perfect," I smiled kissing her little head,

"She is, she's an angel. Just like her mother." Newt smiled stroking her little head and letting her play with his fingers, "Any idea for a name?"

"… Alice," I smiled,

"Alice. I like it." Newt nodded, "Our little Alice," He cooed,

"Here you can hold her," I smiled handing her over to him, He blushed but took little Alice in his arms letting me rest gently bouncing her in his arms,

"Aww you are so so perfect aren't you, my sweet little baby girl, our little girl, our Alice… I love you so much little one and I promise I am going to take care of you and be the best daddy in the world,"

"I know you will be Newt," I told him,

"Well I have to keep up with you," He told me, "Cause you're the best mother ever." He smiled as we shared a soft kiss. "My girls, my special girls… my angel Y/n and my sweet little baby Alice." He cooed handing her back, "I love you both so much,"

"I love you too Newt," I cooed, "And I know she loves you too."

"Not as much as I know she loves you," He smiled,

[akiraruru]

(๑•̀д•́๑) " 𝘼𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙙𝙤 "

Included: Kaeya, Diluc, Albedo, Zhongli, Raiden Ei, gn! Reader

CW: Mentions of drinking.

A/n: Stan twice for better life (stream set me free on Spotify!) Possibly ooc, not proofread

Kaeya:

▶ You know when the bartender serves your drinks? And when you go and get your drink he'll snatch it before you can before giving it to you. I don't know why but I just feel like he'll do this to tease you lol, he doesn't do it often though.

▶ It's really frustrating because it's like when you're about to eat something but your siblings get to it before you. Kaeya finds it funny how your face turns when he does it.

▶ Like imagine you're so excited to get your drink but then BAM snatched.

▶ At first you'd be a tad bit confused because he didn't say anything about it so you'd just kind of ask him why after a while.

▶ When you ask Kaeya about it he'll just laugh it off and say he's just simply teasing you.

"Okay here are your drinks, hope you guys enjoy it" the bartender says while they put down your and kaeya's drink "Thank you " Kaeya says in thanks to the bartender, you went to get your drink but kaeya got it before you, you looked at him in confusion as to what he's doing "Why'd you get my drink?" You ask while he just chuckled and put it back on the table. After a while you've slowly grown used to this particular habit of his.

Diluc:

▶ Diluc has this habit where he would pop out of nowhere behind you and suddenly touch you without saying a word before greeting you hello.

▶ It's kinda creepy too because you don't really know when he arrived behind you because of his quiet ass.

▶ AND AND he would just smile at you innocently as if he didn't just pop out of nowhere and scare you.

▶ Diluc doesn't really get why you get startled because he thought you always knew he was coming right up behind you.

▶ Now this can be real annoying especially if you get startled or scared easily lol.

▶ If you ever tell Diluc about it, he'll try his best to make his presence known less scary.

Since Adelinde was on a day off you were cleaning the dishes after you and Diluc had dinner, after he ate, he excused himself as he had documents to sign so obviously you thought that he was upstairs. Well, you were kinda right but he decided to do them later and came back down to see you washing the dishes, you didn't notice him coming up behind you as you continued to sway your hips while singing. He suddenly puts his hands on your waist causing you to jump and look behind you quickly.

"What do you want to do tonight?"

He asks, you look at him with sightly wide eyes before returning your attention back to washing the dishes.

Albedo:

▶ I will be doing this in modern au because why not.

▶ Albedo has a habit of pointing out your spelling/mistakes in chats.

▶ He would correct them too.

▶ Like it would just be a tiny typo then he's be saying "you spelt ___ wrong"

▶ I love albedo but PLEASE, he's sometimes so logical at times it isn't funny any more.

▶ He will literally notice the slightest mistakes in your grammar. Like you didn't put the comma in the right place? He'll notice.

☑ [name]: Hey 'bedo you coming later?

☑ Albedo: You forgot to add a comma.

▶ Leave them grammar mistakes alone.

☑ [name]: Did you knoo about the homework yesterday?

☑ Albedo: *know. Yes I did, thanks for reminding me.

☑ [name]: okay, it's due tomorrow

Zhongli:

▶ Zhongli's annoying habit is that he sometimes speaks in deep words and would often not say what it means (this is me fr in my native language, I never understood deep words T-T)

▶ You'd be having a normal conversation with him and then he'll say something like 'Mellifluous' and then if you ask him he'll just look at you for a second then go back to what he was talking about.

▶ But if he's feeling generous he'll actually say what it means.

▶ Mellifluous is a word to describe someone's voice as sweet-sounding or musical lol.

▶ These stuff usually happens when he's telling a story that happened when he was still an archon or whenever he's talking about stuff like flowers, history, etc..

▶ It also happens often at tea time! Since that's where he mostly tell his stories and experiences.

▶ While you kinda found it confusing, it was also kinda attractive since he speaks so proper and formal.

"Guizhong is a kind girl, her voice was mellifluous and smooth. It's pleasant to hear" He said as he talked about his old friend Guizhong. "Wait, what's mellifluous?" You ask, not knowing what the word means "Ah.." He just said before looking down at his tea then continues to talk about Guizhong, about how she was when she was still alive. You sat there in confusion.

After a while he finally says what it means "Mellifluous means that someone's voice sounds sweet or pleasant to the ear"

Raiden Ei:

▶ I THINK we know what she does.

▶ Raiden would sometimes steal your mochi/sweets when you aren't looking.

▶ Like for example you got distracted by something, either by a person talking to you or when she purposely distracts you by saying things like "[name] look! There's a cute cat over there"

▶ She'll make sure you're fully distracted before getting a piece and stuffing it in her mouth lol.

▶ Sometimes you can tell she ate a piece because of the residue on the sides of her mouth lol.

▶ If you ever notice a piece is missing and you ask her about it she'll just deny it and say that you already ate it (gaslighting at its fullest)

▶ She'll just look at you confused as if she didn't just sneak a snack into her mouth when you ask her about it 😒.

▶ You can tell she ate it though, but we don't talk about that, you don't have the heart to tell her.

You were munching on some cookies while also giving bites to Ei because you know how much she loves sweet stuff "[name] look is that yae?" Ei says while pointing her finger at something in order to distract you "hm?" You acknowledged as you turned around where her finger was facing, while you were trying to see where Yae is Ei took a cookie or two from the container it was in and quickly ate it "hmm.. I don't see her" You say, not being able to see the pink haired girl. You turn back to your cookies and there was only one left "huh, I swear there were two cookies left" You said while you searched the table, you then turned to Ei and asked "Ei have you-" You cut your self off as Ei looked at you with an innocent face while you notice the crumbs on the corners of her mouth that wasn't there before.

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Hey darling!!! <3, hope your day is good, well, i saw your Seto Kaiba dating hc's and i read the "He just gets even better when one day he comes home with a ring" snippet, AND I GET SO HYPED FOR WEDDING/HUSBAND SETO KAIBA HC'S, so can i request "married Seto Kaiba hc's"? if not its ok, but i will be so happy if you do it

just a moment to appreciate this handsome man's beaut-

Hello lovely! My day is going okay, I hope yours is as well <3

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Content: Seto Kaiba x GN!Reader

Warnings: Talk of children at the end (I made sure to separate that section from the rest of the headcanons incase people don't want to read that part)

Notes: I've started my second year of college and I already want to rip my hair out. I hope these headcanons are okay <3

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Seto doesn't want to trouble you with planning the wedding. He has professionals handling it.

However, obviously I feel you'd want a say in the color scheme and your own outfit at your wedding. Seto will absolutely let you make those decisions, he just figured you wouldn't want to bother yourself with the wedding plans. It would most likely be you doing all the work anyway, he has a company to run. (Wedding planning can take more than a year in some cases for those who don't know, and the more lavish and expensive it is, the longer the planning will be)

You two enjoy your engagement though. As much as Seto says he hates the press, he loves all the attention you two are getting from the Japanese media.

I think a lot of people thought Seto would never get married because of how snobby he is, and how focused he is on his company and a children's card game, so he can't wait to show up to every rich get-together with his arm around your shoulders, telling everyone you're his spouse.

Your wedding was in a lavish area off the coast of Japan. Mokuba was Seto's best man, while (Yugi friend/your own friend) was your best man/maid of honor. Your vows to each other were so sweet and loving, Jonouchi had to rub his eyes to make sure it was Kaiba you were marrying and not somebody else.

Because Seto is a famous man, your wedding was most likely televised.

The night was filled with laughter, congratulations to you and Seto, amazing food, jokes, and all around happiness. It was undoubtedly the best day of your life.

Your honeymoon was overseas though. Seto finally pried himself away from his work, and was looking forward to spending two uninterrupted weeks with you in Italy (or wherever else you choose)

Your honeymoon is filled with romantic gestures, long nights (hehe), and a whole lot of lovin'

When you come back home, Seto goes to work and you give Mokuba all the PG-13 details. How Seto treated you to nice dinners, how amazing the view was both in the day and night, and showed him pictures of you and Seto and your honeymoon

Surprisingly, Seto is the first one of you two to post your honeymoon pictures. They become flooded with supportive and loving comments, Jonouchi's comments never failing to make you laugh

Some days you'll let off Seto's staff early and make dinner for you two and Mokuba, or get takeout. Depends on how you're feeling that night

Seto appreciates it either way, and is just glad to get some time to spend with you and Mokuba at the end of his tiring work day

Sometimes you and Seto will have the same idea though, and you'll both get takeout by accident. The funniest is when you both show up to the same place and are like "What're you doing here??" "I could ask you that too"

Rarely does Seto cook, but damn is it fucking good. If he has a day off and decides to let his staff go home early, he'll cook for you and Mokuba

Seto lives to make your life easier. Need someone to manage your public account because the press can be too much to handle? He's going on a search for a suitable manager. Feel lonely by yourself at the mansion? He's asking Mokuba to surprise you with Yugi and co. (begrudgingly).

He's still going to be busy with work, but he'll make it up to you by bringing you on work trips whenever he can. He'll book nice hotels for the two of you, and always makes sure that he's all yours after five o'clock.

He confides all of his work troubles to you now, and if you thought he was stressing before when you were dating, it's now a whole new level. You're locked in with him for life, and Seto is about to spill all of his secrets to you. You suggest a therapist to help him regulate the stress, and he scoffs at the idea.

"Do you know how many people would put a price on the information I'm telling you? Yeah, no thanks."

So instead, you make ways to help him relax. You tell him about taking a bath with the whole nine - a relaxing bath bomb, candles, soft music...and he scoffs at the idea. So instead, you decide to trick him.

"Seto, there's something called an epsom salt bath that you can soak in, it helps you relax."

"Isn't that for sore muscles?"

"And weren't you complaining about how sore your shoulders are?"

You manage to get your husband in the warm bath, poured epsom salt in there, then sat carefully on the edge of the tub and massaged his shoulders. He relaxed enough to where began to close his eyes, and you slipped a blue bath bomb into the water. He was none the wiser about what you were doing until the bomb completely dissolved, you managed to light a candle or two, and he only opened his eyes when you began to play some soft music.

"What...?"

"Is this relaxing, Seto?"

"..." He won't admit it, but it really is.

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The next section talks about children, but no actual pregnancy! So if you don't like the topic, no worries! You can skip it <3

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Of course, with (some) marriages, comes the topic of children. In the Japanese dub of the anime, Seto tells Mokuba that he'll be his dad and look after them once they're in the orphanage (in the English its just big brother), which means you are now technically Mokuba's "adopted mother."

In the original manga, Mokuba was also in public school and had a lot of friends there, so I like to think that he sometimes goes between homeschooling and public school. If things become dangerous and Seto thinks Mokuba will be kidnapped again, he'll pull him out of school. But once things calm down, he'll allow Mokuba to go back to school. Which means, you and Seto are the best parents at the PTA meetings and after school events.

Of course, if Seto can't make it then you'll go for the both of you. Anything Mokuba has after school where he performs, you record it for Seto (and future memories).

Doing this for so long will make Seto think about what it would be like to actually have a child with you. I think he would want two, so they could have the same sibling bond that he and Mokuba have. And with how dangerous the world is, what if something happened to him or you or Mokuba?

He thinks about it for a while before finally bringing it up to you to see how you feel. If you're up for having a child with him, then he'll be ecstatic and jump right on it. If you biologically cannot be pregnant, then thats okay, adoption is absolutely on the table. Mokuba is excited to know that he's going to be an uncle.

[padfootdaredmetoo]

Hello! May I just say that your last fic Tangerine x Reader was great??? Like, seriously great?? One question, if you don't mind: are we going to read a piece about that time that Tangerine mentioned him getting angry/yelling at the reader?

I'm super curious, but mostly really intrigued about their relationship!

Hey Anon,

Means the world to me that you enjoyed it!!!!!

I'm currently waiting for work to start but I thought I could do a small blurb. I typed/edited this on my phone and I'm worried about it. This may or may not be loosely based on real events....

Warnings: readers got some trauma, shouting, crying really hard, supportive partner.

He was frustrated and tired. Lemon hadn't shut up all day, Tan knowing it was because he was nervous didn't have the heart to keep telling him to shut up.

He knew his patience had worn thin. Seeing you avoid him made the very last of it evaporate.

He paused and tried to understand what the problem was. He opened the door to the flat, you were sitting on the couch reading. After a brisk hello you were doing dishes and banging around the kitchen.

You clearly weren't going to make it easy on him by confronting him, so he took a deep breath.

"What's wrong?" His tone was a little firm.

You didn't look up from the sink.

"Nothing." You said dismissively before turning on the oven and moving towards the fridge.

Years of his mother looking miserable flashed before him and he grabbed your shoulders once you turned around.

"No." He breathed. "What. Is. Wrong." He had raised his voice more than he intended. What he wanted was to show you that he cared that you weren't alright. That he was taking a serious interest in the problem to fix it for you.

What he got was a whole glass baking pan of casserole dropped on his foot.

He took a shuddering breath unable to curse when your eyes looked so scared already.

"I'm sorry." You whispered before bursting into tears. " I was reading and I didn't notice the time- the dishes and you came home earlier than I thought and I just just - don't leave"

"That doesn't make any sense" he said pulling you towards him. He decided to hold you while you sobbed. He thought of all the times he had cried that hard. Only once and that was after his mother died.

No one was dead and yet you were clinging to him like your life depended on it. Had someone come to the flat? Tried to bother you? Or get information on he and lemon?

He made some soothing noises then remembered what you used to say about your parents. You were the eldest and had a lot of responsibility.

"Are you upset because the kitchen was a mess when I came home?" He asked hesitantly.

"Obviously" You said loudly still crying.

"Right." He said staring at the ceiling wondering what to do next. "So, um. It's not really an expectation to have the kitchen clean or dinner ready."

You stopped crying and looked up at him.

"It's not?" Your breath was ragged and you were shaking.

"Nope."

"Oh." You seemed to calm down a bit before you started again. "But you do so much for me and I have to - I like to -"

"No-No no" He interrupted "My only expectation of you is to not cheat. Spend my money, read as many books as you want, never cook again. Just don't cheat and don't put yourself in danger. Ever." He was happy that you settled down a bit.

"Also while we are being honest, I hate that casserole."

You laughed. "I also hate that casserole. It makes Lemon happy though." Your voice was so tired it made his heart hurt. "Sorry for being so crazy."

"Not crazy, traumatized- most likely. But never crazy." He kissed the top of your head.

"I'm not good with yelling. I either freeze up or I get mean"

"I will keep that in mind, let's do take away." He got your favorite and let you mellow out on the couch. He felt like the right thing to do was to keep you close. Later that night you sort of opened up about always having to look busy at home. How you have a hard time relaxing.

"We could go on vacation?" He said with a smile. "I'm sure I can think of a few ways to make you relax."

You let out a laugh and he kissed your forehead.

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Hope that was alright!

[mr-bas00nist]

Hello :D may I please request Albert Wesker with a vampire boyfriend! (Head canons will probs work better for this but whatever you want) Like the black and red blouses, a mansion Victorian Gothic style but he isn't even a old vampire or anything he's just dramatic af and has the entire vampire aesthetic 😭 (sunglasses duo fs) maybe add in the trauma of becoming a vampire and being a immortal monster! anyway have a lovely day and take care of yourself freind, also keep up that wonderful work for us mascs and enbys and I certainly don't see enough trans content so thank you it makes me feel much better about myself! (๑ت๑)

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Thanks for the compliment! I will be writing all you guys want 🫡

Albert Wesker x Vampire! Male! Reader

(male reader is what I was suggesting but no pronouns used)

Cw: Blood, gore and kind of short but their headcannons so their obviously not gonna be the longest

•Okay so I’m not really sure how he’d meet you tbh so we’re gonna hop right into it 💀

•He loves you

•Your style, your demeanor, everything about you

•Your fancy like him and you dress to impress the people around you and yourself

•He respects that because he does the same

•When you take him to your mansion he’s in awe

•it’s the type of mansion you’ll only see in Romania or in a Dracula movie

•You decide to tell him there

•When you tell him it takes everything in him to not dissect you

•He’s a scientist what do you expect? 😭

•But he won’t

•Instead he asks questions and maybe, a little bit of probing and prodding when he gets a chance

•Nothing to crazy though and with your consent

•When you guys finally wind up in a relationship it’s great

•Albert’s usually always up late because of work so he gets to see you in your most active state

•He’s kinda nocturnal

•He brings blood if your not a fan of killing people

•If you don’t care he’ll bring you live victims based on your presence

• “Do you prefer young or old my dear?” Or “Does innocence matter?”

•When your in the relationship your even more flamboyant and dramatic bit he enjoys it

•Your also tidy and neat just like he is with your clothing

•Your cape is dry clean only 😤 (just like his outfit)

•If you do decide to tell him your backstory he listens with care

•He won’t force it out of you though and he probably won’t ask

•You’d have to ask

•He’s not good at comforting people but he’s a great listener when he wants too

•Your like the only person he listens to

•When your done he gives you a gentle kiss and comforts you

•Yeah your an immortal monster who drinks blood from their victims and kills them but hey, he’s no better

•Since you already have your abillities he doesn’t have to inject you with uroborus or anything so that’s one less thing you and him have to worry about

•Your already on his godlike level

•Your sunglasses are different to his enough to were you know their yours

•You have crimson lining on them and a more fancy look than his

•And he still takes them and says that their his

•He loves swapping sunglasses with you and you really couldn’t care less

•His are just as fancy as yours

•All in all you guys are a killer duo

•Literally

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

Hey! I got a half baked prompt for you! How about a Marilyn x dark!student reader who has powers (like psychic or whatever) that others know about but she also has a secret power of dreamwalking into other people's dreams, that no one else knows she has. In the waking world she comes off as this sweet studious girl but at night she wonders into other people's dreams when she's asleep and messes with them. For example: convincing her parents to buy her some toy when she was little, torment her bullies but also manipulates good dreams for friends.

She immediately is drawn to her new botany teacher and visits almost every night in her dreams. At first reader just weaves soothing good dreams for Marilyn who is an anxious new teacher with a new job. The more the reader falls for her, the more she manipulates Marilyn's dreams to be more...sexy lol. To the point Marilyn has a hard time looking reader in the eye, guilty that she has the hots for her student. After a more intense sexy dream of Marilyn violently taking "innocent" reader in her classroom, Marilyn loses it and kisses reader in the waking world. I'll let you decide how it all goes lol. Just no angst ending please. 💚

Yesss here it is!!! It's an interesting request, thank you very much!!! I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes!!! :)))))

In your dreams

Pairing: Marilyn Thornhill x Fem, Student! Reader

Warnings: Some smut, desire, slightly dark reader, manipulating dreams

Word count: 6.331

Summary: You were the teacher’s pet, the good and angelical girl in Nevermore, but the ability you have make you be like a monster… When you met Marilyn, you went totally crazy

N/A: Requests are open!!! Sorry about the delays, I’m working hard on your requests. I love you all!!!

“I'll take the books Mrs. Green,” you said kindly, taking the books that you had used for literature class. The old woman looked at you and smiled gratefully.

“Thank you very much, (Y/N), you are always so kind...”

“I’m just doing the right thing,” you said, juggling all the books to carry them.

After that you left the class, ready to fulfill your daily tasks as a good girl. You were always like that, the quiet and obedient girl, the kind and angelic (Y/N).

Your psychic powers forced your parents to take you to a special school, Nevermore. There you weren't the only one with powers, you didn't stand out in anything, except for being the favorite student of all your teachers. That was something that the rest of your classmates didn’t like, at least the most lazy and unruly of all.

Precisely on your usual trip to the library, you came across the group that everyone in Nevermore called: the failed outcasts. A group of envious boys who lived in the principal's office. You enjoyed seeing their envious faces with each academic achievement, with each new A in your file.

“Hello, guys,” you said with a slightly mocking tone as you passed by them. The one who was the “leader,” Mark, got up from the wooden bench he was sitting on and faced you.

“What are you doing?” He asked. You shrugged, ignoring the boy and going on your way. Obviously he wasn't going to stop. With force, he grabbed your arm, making you almost drop all the books.

“Hey, be careful,” you said, shaking from his grasp.

“The one who has to be careful is you, (Y/N),” he said, threatening. You raised your eyebrows and blinked rapidly.

“What have I done?” You asked innocently.

“You know exactly what you have done...”

“Say hello politely?” You asked sarcastically. Mark, and two other guys who came over laughed. The gang leader grabbed you by the uniform jacket. You let yourself be grabbed, you didn't make any effort to let go that time.

“Shut up,” he hissed, pulling you tighter. “I'm sick of you always being the teachers’ pet...”

“I didn't know that was a flaw,” you said defiantly, having serious difficulties holding the books.

“In Nevermore we don't like smarties,” another boy said. The other two nodded.

“Yes, we hate those who think they are superior to the rest,” Mark reaffirmed, moving. Some of the books you were holding fell to the floor.

“I don't think I'm superior to anyone,” you said, shaking your head. “If you don't want to continue being useless, you should brag less and study more.”

“You motherfuc…” The boy said, pushing you hard, making you fall to the ground. You hurt yourself due to the falling and you closed your eyes. “Nobody laughs at me!”

“Don't do anything you might regret,” you said without much enthusiasm, still lying on the ground.

“I'm going to teach you a lesson right now!” He yelled, creating a flame in his palm.

“What's going on here?” A saving voice said. You turned your head, Principal Weems. You smiled

“Principal Weems, help…” You said with an angelic voice.

“Mr. Richardson, get out of the way right now!” She yelled at the boy who put out the fire and withdrew, glaring at you. “It seems that you like being punished, you already have fed me… To my office, now.”

After the boy left, head down, Larissa helped you up and to pick up the books.

“I'm so sorry, (Y/N)…” She told you kindly. You shook your head, dismissing it as important.

“It's okay, I'm used to it. I just wanted to take these books to the library and they blocked my way…” You said, putting on your best sad face. “I was just trying to help Mrs. Green”

“Oh, I know, dear, you are always helping so much. Don't worry about those brutes, they will receive the punishment they deserve,” Weems told you, resting a hand on your shoulders.

“Oh, no, you don't have to punish them too much, Principal Weems, those kind of kids never learn,” you said with a wide smile. The woman smiled at you and sighed. At school you were an angel, you didn't want to lose that reputation.

“You're too nice, (Y/N), be very careful,” she told you, smiling, before turning around and going back to the building.

You smiled evilly when no one was looking at you anymore and you opened one of your hands, where you had a small souvenir that you had just acquired. It was Mark's lighter. You took the opportunity to take it off when he pushed you. You played with it and put it in your pocket.

“I'm going to have a great time...”

Night came, and with it bedtime, your favorite time of the day. The lights were off and your roommate was looking at her phone in awe of her.

“Hey, Yoko, leave the mobile at once, or lower the brightness. It seems daytime,” you said amused while you lay on your back.

“Why?” Your roommate asked. “Does the glow of triumph bother you? My Instagram account already has 600 followers.”

You rolled your eyes.

“I never said it was a competition,” you said, throwing a shoe at your friend, who obviously didn't see it coming.

“Ow!”

“Turn that off, I need darkness to be able to sleep,” you said. Your friend frowned at you but with a sigh of surrender she lowered the brightness of her screen.

You needed to be in the dark, that wasn't a lie, but you were up to something, you were always up to something at bedtime. You looked at the vampire for the last time and looked for something under the pillow, the lighter.

You took it out and squeezed hard in one of your hands, concentrating as hard as possible.

“Good night Mark…” You whispered with a smile.

“Hey, come on, throw it!” Mark said, looking at a grown man. You assumed that he was his father.

It was an idyllic picture. Father and son playing with a baseball in the middle of what looked like a farm surrounded by forest.

“How cute…” You whispered, leaning out of one of the trees, looking at the pleasant family scene. “Wait a minute Mark...”

You moved your hand, causing the ball the boy threw to go with great force, and get lost among the woods.

“Wow, looks like I'm strong,” Mark said, looking in amazement at the range of his throw. “I'll go for it.”

“Ahh no, no way,” you said, smiling and disappearing.

When you reappeared, it was no longer you, but the boy's father. You shook your head and grabbed Mark's arm before he was lost in the woods.

“Wait, son, don't worry, I'll go look for it,” you said, patting his back. Mark nodded as you headed into the woods.

When you no longer saw the light of that countryside, you changed back to your original form, looking around.

There was nothing in that forest. Just familiar objects like books, pens, failed tests, and some very blurry people crossing from one side to the other. The trees made no noise as they moved with the wind, the only thing that could be heard were past conversations, blurred memories that ran through the boy's subconscious.

You returned to the open field, where Mark was waiting anxiously for his father.

“The show begins,” you said, extending one of your hands towards the sky. Day quickly passed into night. It was not a quiet night, the wolves howled from the woods.

Mark watched in astonishment as time passed and looked towards your position.

“Dad? It's already gotten dark! We should go home!” He yelled with a trembling voice.

The peaceful forest full of memories was no longer such, you had taken care to make it as dark as possible. You smiled.

“Come here, son! Run!” You shouted with the voice of the father. The boy hesitated for a moment, but he ended up entering the woods.

When he did, you closed the exit, moving hideously shaped trees. The farm was no longer in sight.

“Dad…” The boy whispered, who began to tremble with fear.

“Great, get ready, Mark…” You said laughing, transforming into a horrible giant spider.

With a slow and menacing step, you addressed the boy, who turned pale when he saw you.

“Oh my God… my God!” He yelled before running off. You went after him.

Along the way there were obstacles that you were placing. Mud puddles for him to trip over, monstrous creatures blocking his path… It was so much fun.

When you got tired of chasing him, you made a wall appear right in his path, which the boy collided with, falling to the ground.

A bunch of ghostly memories covered the forest. The worst memories, Mark’s worst experiences.

“No… No… Please… Stop!” He yelled, covering his ears. You kept getting closer, moving your hairy paws and pincers with a terrifying frenzy. “Noooo!”

“Enough…” You thought.

You opened your eyes suddenly. Your face outlined a smile. You dropped the lighter you were holding and got out of bed, barefoot, trying not to wake your partner. Making as less noise as possible, you opened the door a little. The hallway was dark. With a petulant movement you looked at your watch.

“Three… Two… One…” You whispered.

“Ahhhhhh! Help meee!” A terrified Mark crossed the corridor. He was completely sweaty and scared. Satisfied, you closed the door and went back to bed, lying down with a sigh of triumph, of victory.

Everyone at Nevermore believed that your power was clairvoyance. Your parents, like the experts on such outcasts, always said that you were a mediocre psychic, that your powers were too low for any of your predictions to be relevant. They were all wrong. You may have been psychic, but you didn't make prophecies, you didn't see the future. Your skill went far beyond. You could control the dreams of anyone you wanted.

You found out about it by chance when you were very young. At first you were surprised, but little by little you began to like navigating people's dreams. If your parents didn't want to buy you the toy you wanted so much, you would go inside their head while you slept, projecting cruel visions, horrible visions of the possible (not possible) consequences of not acceding your requests.

By the time you grew up, you had mastered the technique of getting into other people's dreams, and it wasn't toys you asked for, but much more complex things. In your normi school you were the weird one, the teachers' pet. Just like in Nevermore. Unfortunately, in the normi world, bullying was much worse.

By day you were the target of all the taunts and laughter, but at night you were the queen of the bullies' nightmares. Someone had to have psychiatric treatment to overcome the suffering they had when closing their eyes.

At first you did it for justice, to get revenge on those who hurt you. But little by little you began to enjoy the suffering you caused. You had to control yourself not to lose your mind. On the outside you were a good, obedient girl, but when you slept you turned into a monster. Although not everyone suffered under the control of your dreams. You always prepared pleasant and calm dreams for those you considered your friends.

All you needed was an object, something belonging to the person who would suffer your torture. Yes, little by little you were also becoming a kleptomaniac.

The next morning was quiet. Neither Mark nor the rest of his group approached you. They had no idea it was you, but fear managed to tame even the most bully.

You walked calmly through the grounds of Nevermore, without worries. You approached the old conservatory curiously. There was something different in that building, the door was open. Curiosity was one of your greatest virtues, but also one of your greatest flaws.

You approached slowly. You heard two voices. One was Principal Weems', the other you've never heard of before.

“I hope you have everything you need, Marilyn. If you are missing something, please let me know.”

“Don't worry, this place is magnificent.”

You leaned out in an inconspicuous way, capturing the attention of the two women.

Larissa was there, along with a redheaded woman you'd never seen before. She caught your eye right away. She was beautiful, she had an innocent face. Not even knowing that they were looking at you, you could blink.

“Oh, (Y/N), nice to see you. Come, I want to introduce you to your new teacher, Miss Marilyn Thornhill,” Weems said.

You approached slowly, without taking your eyes off the redhead, who smiled as she looked at you curiously.

“Nice to meet you, (Y/N),” she told you, extending her hand towards you. You cleared your throat, waking up from the state you were in. You smiled with your best good face and shook her hand in a friendly way.

“Same, Miss Thornhill,” you said with an angelic voice.

“(Y/N) is undoubtedly the best of all our students,” Larissa said, interrupting that little moment between you two. “She's a good girl, I'm sure she can help you if you need anything. Well, I have to go, I have a meeting with the mayor. (Y/N), can I trust you to help Ms. Thornhill?”

You nodded, without taking your eyes off the redhead, who was placing some boxes on top of her desk.

Larissa left the building, and you were finally alone with Marilyn. You couldn't stop looking at her, she seemed just perfect to you. You never had much of an interest in love, but maybe it was because you'd never met someone like her. Your heartbeat was rapid and your cheeks were starting to turn red.

“Do you need any help?” You said, shaking your head. The redhead looked at you and smiled kindly.

“I won't deny that I could use someone to help me organize all this,” she told you, sighing. You smiled and picked up one of the boxes, taking a look inside. There were little pots with lovely flowers.

“I guess you're the new botany teacher,” you said amused, taking out one of the pots.

“Are you a clairvoyant or something like that?” Marilyn answered you, in the same joking tone. You laughed and widened your eyes, nodding.

“Well, it turns out that I am,” you said, handing her the pot. She nodded, a little surprised. “Why are you here? Are you a siren?” You asked curiously.

Marilyn laughed and shook her head.

“Why you said so?”

“Well, I don't know, they say that sirens are beautiful…” You said murmuring. She leaned against the desk.

“Thank you, you're very kind…” The redhead sighed. “But I'm afraid I'm not a siren, nor a werewolf, nor do I have telekinetic powers. I'm normi”

You arched your eyebrows.

“Normi? Really?” You asked, maybe a little abrupt. Her expression cooled a bit, as if she had taken offense at your question.

“Well, yes…” She said in a low voice, going back to rummage through the boxes. You realized that she had not liked that question. You felt really bad, you had to fix it.

“Oh, no, I'm not saying that as if it were a bad thing, really it's just that…” You said exaggeratedly moving her hands to get her attention.

“It's weird, I know,” the redhead finished the sentence for you.

“But it's not weird in a bad way, I mean, it's okay, I mean... I'm glad you're normi, I mean, it's a pleasure to have you here...” You said messily, while you insulted yourself for every word you said.

Marilyn laughed, shaking her head.

“Don't worry, (Y/N). I understand that it may seem strange to you, I am not part of your world.”

“Eh, no, it's not strange,” you said, reassuring yourself when you saw that she didn't really seem to have bothered. She looked at you over her glasses, knowing you were struggling to make sense.

After that disastrous first meeting, little by little things began to improve. It was the weekend and that gave you time to get to know Marilyn better. She was a nice, friendly woman. You didn't make any more comments regarding the normies, or the obvious difference between her and the rest of the people in Nevermore.

You were enthralled, captivated by that woman. You couldn't say that you loved her, but you could say that you were interested in her, you liked her. Every afternoon you stopped by the conservatory and chatted about unimportant things. It could be said that you were something like…. Friends?

In an oversight of the redhead, you finally got something of hers, something that belonged to her, a small brooch with a rose that she used to wear on her dress.

Every night you closed your eyes and made relaxing dreams for her. She was tormented by the fear of being rejected, she always dreamed that she was fired, that they made fun of her for not being an outcast. Fortunately you managed to change that, you managed to relax her, let her be herself. The change was noticeable in the botany classes, in your talks after class. Your relationship grew closer and closer. You were tempted to tell her that you were the cause of her peaceful dreams, that self-confidence she had acquired. You couldn't do it, you knew you couldn't.

“The truth is that it’s very strange. At first I was very scared to come here. Such a different place...” Marilyn told you while you were watering the plants. Your attitude as a good girl, with the right eye of the teacher worked perfectly with that woman. She was very fond of you. “But the truth is that I feel much better, thanks to you.”

You turned scared. There was no way she could have caught you.

“Thanks to me?” You asked. The watering can you were carrying in your hand began to tremble, as did your whole body.

“Yes, (Y/N), you've helped me a lot…” She said, approaching you and holding your hand. Your body stopped shaking, it completely locked up.

“Helped?” You said with a sigh, noticing the warmth of her hand in yours. The redhead nodded smiling, without letting go of your hand. “How I helped you?”

“Well, you're always with me in the afternoon, you make me laugh… You know? I think I have even more pleasant dreams since I met you.”

You blushed, and even though you didn't want her hand, you had to, you were nervous to hear that statement that not even Marilyn herself knew how real it was.

That afternoon, that unexpected contact of her hand with yours was a turning point. You realized how much your strange interest in that woman, in your teacher, had increased. You couldn't say you didn't love her anymore, it was impossible for you to camouflage your feelings. You loved her, you had fallen in love with her hopelessly.

But it was impossible, you knew it. She took your hand, but it was just a gesture of innocent affection, there was no way that meant anything.

“Forget it, (Y/N), not even in your dreams…” You murmured in bed, whispering low enough so that your sleeping roommate wouldn't notice. Suddenly you opened your eyes, and a terrible idea flashed through your head. You took a small box that you had under your pillow and you opened it somewhat nervously.

There you kept all the small objects of your “victims,” everything you used to torment your enemies and calm down the people who were good to you. Mark's lighter, and Marilyn's rose brooch. You swallowed hard and picked it up, moving it around in your hand and watching it to see what your conscience was telling you.

Your partner moved in her bed and you, scared, put the box under your pillow again. But not the brooch, the brooch you squeezed in your hand before closing your eyes.

“Hello, Ms. Thornhill,” you said, peeking through the conservatory door. The redhead looked at you and her jaw dropped.

You weren't wearing your uniform, at least not the way you usually wore it. You weren't wearing anything under your jacket, only your bare chest was visible. Your skirt wasn't as long as it used to be either, you could almost see your underwear. Marilyn was staring at you.

“(Y/N)… I, I'm glad to see you,” she said, stuttering, while she was watering a plant. In reality she only watered the floor. The sight of your body and your suggestive clothing were distracting enough.

“I came because I had a problem with my homework and I thought you could help me…” You said, approaching the redhead, swinging your hips. She set the watering can down on the table and nodded nervously.

“Su, sure…” She whispered, trying not to look at your bare chest.

You laughed and moved closer, running your finger along her neck. She didn't know where to look. She slowly began to move back and you increased the temperature, undoing the only button on your jacket that was tied. Now the vision of your breasts was much clearer and Marilyn's eyes went directly to them, while she took small steps back to try to get away from you.

She wouldn't get it. You controlled that dream.

A chair appeared behind her, into which the redhead fell, while you sat on her lap.

“You turn me on so much …” You whispered in her ear. She just shook her head.

You took one of her hands and put it inside the jacket, gently taking it over your skin, over your breasts, over your belly. She no longer offered resistance. That was a good sign, the dream was pleasant, she didn't get so nervous as to be a nightmare. You laughed when you saw how her eyes looked at you, how her breathing became more and more disordered.

“(Y/N)…” The redhead sighed, her eyes closed. Now the hand that was free caressed your leg, your thigh, while her lips lightly rested on your neck. “(Y/N), I want you…”

You laughed as you gasped as you felt her breath on your skin, her hands now roaming freely over your body. Her lips went up your neck until they were very close to yours. You could feel that touch that you wanted so much. Her hips swayed as you could swear you could feel some heat emanating from between her legs.

You wanted to continue, you wanted so bad, but somehow you felt guilty. You have never used others’ dreams to satisfy your own sexual desires. Something in your little conscience told you that this was wrong, terribly wrong. You would have to wake up or you would be forever lost.

You woke up nervous, sweating. You held the brooch so tightly in your hand that it left a mark in the palm of your hand. You were horny, frustrated that you hadn't been able to finish your dream. There was only one small problem. That was not your dream, it was his. You looked at the alarm clock, wishing that time would pass quickly, that it would finally dawn and you could check if that unusual manipulation had had any effect.

“And that's it, have a good time guys,” Marilyn said when the bell rang. All your classmates got up in a hurry, wanting to enjoy some free time. Not you, you stayed seated, looking at your notebook.

Marilyn was able to leave the pots in their place and you cleared your throat, getting her attention. The redhead turned, but she glanced at you briefly. It was like she didn't want to look you in the eye. That made you think. It seemed that dream had some effect.

It was not a good thing. If it caused an effect like that, it was working. You had to be sure. You got up from the desk, picking up your notebook.

“Sorry, Ms. Thornhill…” You said, causing Marilyn to look at you again. She nodded, faking a smile. “I have a problem with my homework… And I thought you could help me…”

A sound of breaking glass filled the conservatory. Marilyn was holding a glass jar with a small flower, which shattered when you uttered those words. She was nervous, very nervous. You didn't care, you came over to help her pick up the crystals.

“(Y/N), no, you don't have to help me... You can, you can cut yourself... “ She told you. Her voice trembled. Her face was red and your smile was so wide that it was impossible to hide it.

“It's not a bother,” you said, picking up several pieces of glass.

“Tell, tell me, (Y/N), what's your problem with homework?” Marilyn asked as you walked away to throw the crystals into a trash can. You turned around and like in her dream, you undid the button on your jacket. Naturally you were wearing clothes underneath, but that gesture seemed to make the redhead very, very nervous.

“Well, I'm having a hard time finding some of the species you're asking for…” You said, looking for an absurd excuse.

Your teacher's face was a poem. Her body trembled, her cheeks were flushed. She didn't answer you. She seemed at a loss for words.

“Ms. Thornhill, are you alright?” You asked amused. She shook her head and turned her back on you.

“Oh, yes, yes... It's just... I'm a bit dizzy... It must be the humidity in this place...” She told you without looking at you. You bit your lip, but decided to stop.

“I'd better go then. Don't worry, see you tomorrow,” you said goodbye with your usual angel face.

It had been a success. Marilyn was nervous, she was unable to look at you. If she had considered it an unimportant dream she wouldn't have been so nervous, would she? You didn’t know. There was only one way to be sure. Continue. Keep perverting her dreams. You had given up doing it, but that curious reaction overrode what was left of your consciousness.

For the next few days, you continued your nocturnal misdeeds. You made it a little more subtle, a little more suggestive. In her dreams you kissed her, caressed her, hugged her. You had to use yourself thoroughly, avoiding that the situation was always the same. Your imagination was overflowing. You manipulated Marilyn's dreams in a thousand different ways.

In class she no longer seemed the same. She tried not to look at you, to ignore you as much as possible. You didn't know if she felt violent, or guilty. In her dreams she enjoyed, that small part of her subconscious that you played with agreed with everything she did, there was no resistance. You soon came to the conclusion that she did feel guilty, guilty of wanting you, of feeling desire, attraction to a student. You couldn't stop. The greater the love you felt for her, the more intense were the dreams you created. You had no limit, you began to fear for your health, you began to think that you were obsessed, that you had become addicted to those dreams...

“You have an angel face, (Y/N), but you're a bad girl…” the redhead said, while she pushed you violently against her desk, grabbing your hair tightly.

You turned, looking panicked. Marilyn was looking at you longingly, her eyes full of lust.

“But, Ms. Thornhill, I just wanted to know how to take care of the rose you gave me,” you said with an innocent voice tone.

“That's what you say, (Y/N)…” The redhead whispered in your ear, while she pulled down your panties. “You dedicate yourself to making me horny in class, showing off your tits, coming without underwear…”

“But, but I'm a good girl, I'm just very clueless, I forgot to put my clothes on… Please, don't punish me…” You said, begging. She laughed.

“Of course I'm going to punish you, (Y/N)… I'm going to take you right here, I'm going to take your delicious innocent pussy and claim it as mine… You know you want it…”

You bit your lip, enjoying the spanking she gave you on your butt. She was out of control, it was the best time for a few little questions.

“Do you want me?” You asked, gasping as her fingers trailed through your wet folds. The redhead gave a little pat to your needy center and she crouched down to your ear.

“Yes, (Y/N), I want you... I've wanted you since the first time I saw your beautiful body... You drive me crazy, (Y/N)...” She said moaning, while inserting two of her fingers into you, causing you to scream with pleasure…

“Do you…? Ahhh! Do you like dreaming about me?” You said between moans, forgetting for a moment the danger and risk of that question.

“Yes... I like it... You provoke me too much... I touched myself thinking of you, (Y/N)... Every night...”

That made you moan even more. It wasn't Marilyn speaking, it was her subconscious. If you had learned anything in all those years, it was that a person's subconscious was incapable of lying.

“Please, Marilyn... Fuck me...” You gasped, letting yourself be carried away by the pleasure you felt.

“Yes, honey... My good girl... Mommy's innocent girl...”

You woke up abruptly, noticing the already familiar sensation of that brooch digging into your hand. You were agitated, excited, but with the same frustration as always. They were just dreams, nothing else. You didn't notice her hands on your body, her kisses on your lips. Nothing of what you lived left a trace once you woke up. Just the feeling of helplessness.

It was still night and the moon was illuminating the room. You got up, wiping the sweat from your forehead. Your roommate slept peacefully, oblivious to the monster she had as a friend. You huffed and leaned out the window, feeling the cool night air slipping through the old glass.

There was no one outside, just trees and fallen leaves blowing in the wind. Soon that changed. A figure you didn't recognize at first appeared in your field of vision. It was Marilyn. The redhead walked quickly, looking everywhere. She was heading towards the conservatory. You followed her with your gaze and saw her enter the building. Her face was horrified, almost despairing.

It was night, there would be no one in the conservatory. It was the perfect occasion to pull the strings more, to play your perfect student card and get Marilyn a little more insane. You didn't care if you went too far, you had to be there.

You peeked through the conservatory door. Marilyn was nervous. She moved plants from one place to another, without much sense. It was pretty obvious that she wanted to keep busy.

“Ms. Thornhill?” You said softly. She turned with a start, placing a hand on her chest.

“(Y/N), my God, but what are you doing here? It's too late...” She told you, looking away from you as was the custom.

“I wasn't sleepy and I saw a light in the conservatory and well… Here I am…” You said smiling. She sighed and ran a hand across her forehead. She was sweating.

“You should go back to bed, honey…” She told you, turning her back on you. Her voice was soft as always, but she was shaking, she was shaking as if she was beginning to be afraid of you.

“I already told you that I'm not sleepy, what are you going to do? Watering plants? I can help,” you said kindly, picking up a watering can from the floor.

The redhead rested her hands on a table and leaned over it, nodding.

“It's… It's okay…” She whispered.

You watered some of the plants. She didn't move, she continued with her gaze fixed on that table. It was obvious that she was having a hard time. You looked at her out of the corner of your eye, beginning to be concerned about her condition. You were probably driving her crazy. You decided to stop tormenting her and behave like the good girl you were supposed to be.

“Hey, Marilyn,” you said placing a hand on her shoulder. “What's wrong?”

She shook her head. Her lower lip trembled.

You grabbed her hand and forced her to turn around. She wasn't looking at your face, she seemed to be crying. You brought your hand to her cheek, wiping away the shy tear that was beginning to run down her face.

“(Y/N), please… Stop… Don’t… Don't come close to me…” she told you, gently pushing you. You did not leave, you resisted in the same position.

“Why? What's wrong?”  You asked in a low voice. She shook her head, now yes, looking into your eyes. She sighed and moved her hands to your waist, holding it gently. You finally felt the warmth of her hands on your skin, through your clothes. It was real, not a dream.

“I… I…” She stammered, before pulling you towards her body and kissing you, kissing you hungrily. You froze for a moment, wishing it wouldn't stop. You played clueless, you didn't kiss back until you were sure it was really happening.

At last, you returned her kiss, playing with her tongue, letting her hands cup your face. She was passionate, hungry, desperate. After a few minutes the gasping began, but before your hand could reach her blouse, she suddenly jerked away.

“Oh, my God… I, I'm so sorry…” She said, shaking her head, horrified. You widened your eyes and frowned. “Please forgive me, (Y/N), I, I don't know what's wrong with me… I think I'm going crazy…”

“Marilyn…” You whispered, seeing the state the woman was in. You didn't know what to say. You couldn't tell the truth.

“Please, don't tell Weems, please…” She told you pleadingly.

You were immobile, thinking of the best way to fix everything. There wasn't, you had made poor Marilyn lose her mind out of selfishness, out of sheer desire. You only had two options, either confess, or move on without looking back.

The decision was made by itself. Closing your eyes, you threw yourself back into her arms, kissing her with the same intensity, grabbing her waist, not letting her escape.

“Marilyn, I… I love you,” you whispered in her ear. She looked at you strangely. Surely a confession of love was not expected. You didn't plan on declaring your feelings either, but you considered it better to talk about them than about your ability.

“But honey, I'm your teacher... We, we can't...” she said between kisses, while her hands ran over your back, your neck, your chest. “I've been dreaming of you for a long time… Every night I see you with me… This, this is not right…”

You nodded, unbuttoning her blouse. She let herself go, despite her doubts. You wanted her not to think, not to associate those dreams with you. The only way you could distract her was to love her the way you wanted, outside of dreams, in the real world.

“I've dreamed about you too, Marilyn… I'm crazy about you,” you said, passing her blouse over her shoulders, letting it fall on the conservatory floor.”

“We are going to get into trouble, (Y/N), we must stop before… Before we… Oh my God, who am I kidding… I want you too… I… I love you,” she stammered while you kissed her neck , slowly lowering until you meet the fabric of her bra.

“Nobody has to find out,” you said in a soft, affectionate voice, while you got rid of your jacket and your T-shirt.

“Nobody…” She repeated, losing herself in the sight of your bare chest, no fabric, no bra, just your skin against hers. “This is so wrong…”

“Please, Marilyn… Love me…” You said, unhooking her bra. The redhead squeezed you tightly against her, panting, desperate, wanting to touch your whole body. It was also a new experience for her. As much as they say, reality has nothing to do with dreams.

Moans soon broke the silence of the night. She kissed you, caressed you, while you did the same, enjoying, moaning, scratching. You had stopped being the good girl, the favorite student of all teachers. Now you were the crazy and unhinged (Y/N), who manipulated the woman she loved so that the desire was so strong that she could not contain herself.

Her lips were skillful, her tongue ran through every exposed corner of your body, while her hands scratched your legs.

“Please…” You whispered, as if it were a memory of her dream. Face down against her desk, naked, her fingers entering you eagerly.

You finally broke free, ready to make up for all the harm you had caused. Giving pleasure to your lover surpassed all the times you got into her dreams. Her moans were careless. Anyone walking by could see your head between your teacher's legs, her hand clutching your hair as she moaned.

When it was all over, and the confessions of love were the only thing that could be heard, you seriously thought about what you had done. You would have liked to act differently, to play fair. The fear that it would not happen was never stronger. You couldn't expect her to declare herself, she had to be on edge. You knew it wasn't true, it wasn't fair, but it was the right thing to do.

You would never get into her dreams again, there was no need. You really had her, that was more than enough, now you would have to deal with your conscience. It was easy to do, each of her kisses was worth each of the nights that the sweet and good (Y/N) turned into a monster.

[sillyromance]

Hello! I don’t know if you know this character well enough, but I’ll try my best. Can you please make some kind of scenario with G1 Sunstreaker?

Good day, dear anonymous!

I'm very sorry that completing this has taken so much time... But, finally, I've come up with an idea for the writing. Perhaps, it has turned out too fluffy...

Nevertheless, hope you enjoy!

Not alone.

- Y/n!

You turned – your eyes locked on the lemon-yellow frame of Sunstreaker. Your big autobot friend had just returned from the mission: his crimson brother was somewhere nearby too since you could hear his loud crispy voice; he was buzzing annoyingly like a big bug in a child's fist. Definitely, boasting again… If there was a battle, those two inevitably found themselves right in the middle of it – and none of the twins was shy to show off, talking about their victories and crazy adventures. Though, that time it seemed like one of the young heroes decided to spend some time with a little human instead…

- Hi, pal! How’s it goin’? – You tried to make your voice sound in the most optimistic way possible, though a careful listener would easily recognise you pretended.

- We’ve fried some ‘cons, obviously! You should have seen how their armor got covered with that appetizing crisp! – He went down on his knee, his blue optics looking attentively in your eyes. – A usual day, really… But I see there’s somethin’ wrong. Mind to tell me?

- It's nothing. Well... I don’t know. It’s not that important. – Your gaze avoided his, your hands going back and forth, rubbing your hips and leaving long white stripes on the jeans.

There were many other bots around. Optimus, Ironhide, First Aid… Of course, they were very compassionate and understanding - but you didn’t want to talk about your problems while it was so crowded. As for Sunny, you felt grateful for being cared about, especially if it was someone who usually cared about himself more than about anyone else… Still, such stuff were not for everyone to know…

There were many things going wrong in your life lately. It would be hard to count them all… However, it didn’t mean you would let yourself act like a baby and cry on a random shoulder – no matter fleshy or steely. The bots and people working with them had a lot of things to do. Decepticons never lost a chance to cause even a tiny trouble – though, honestly, usually it was a complete disaster. It was a war… There was no time for being weak. The world wouldn’t save itself.

Sunstreaker titled his helm on a side and smiled softly.

- I thought of a ride around the base… I wondered if you'd like to join me, huh? I doubt you will reject such a cool guy like me.

- Sure not, Sunny. – You couldn’t help but smirked teasingly at his charming behaviour. - Though, I’m afraid to burn down like those ‘cons. It’s getting kinda hot around here, haven't you noticed?

He laughed lightheartedly, you accompanied him. Then he turned into his vehicle mode. Getting in the car, you heard Wheeljack calling for you two:

- Hey, guys! Where are you going?

- Oh, doc! It's just a little ride!

- Don’t you remember, Streaker – you and Sideswipe are helping me in the lab this evenin’!

- Don’t worry, doc! You know, you can count on us!

- Yeah… I don't think so after the previous time I…

- Whatever, bye!

Before the inventor could say anything else, the Lamborghini drove off the place at full speed, heading to the exit.

Evening air was refreshing; it carried soothing scents of warm sand and wild flowers. Rubby-gold clouds swam in the peach sky; tired ochre sun was slightly touching the edge of the horizon. The bot was silent. It was a little bit surprising, though you was grateful. You didn’t want to chat at that moment.

Looking at the rocky, orange landscape, you sighed with satisfaction. That was exactly that you needed. Noisy and humid atmosphere of the base tired you up; Sunstreaker saw this perfectly at the very minute he spotted you on that corner. He knew you well enough. You two didn’t waste much time on long preludes at the first meeting and got along just fine. The more you hanged out together, the closer you became. So, you quickly reached the point when friends start reading each other’s minds.

He was enjoying your presence, your body lying conveniently on his cushy seats and your hands touching the steering wheel. Though you weren't a cybotronian, you were one of the most important souls in the world for him – after his beloved brother, of course. And your low spirit concerned him much. He really wanted to speak to you there and then, however, he saw it wasn’t a good moment. Well, you would be at your secret place soon anyways – there he would ask…

After one-two kilometers he slowed down and pulled over to the side road which soon made its way upwards a sloping hill. There were much more plants than before; slim and dry trunks of acacias surrounded you, throwing long lavender shades at the car and the passenger inside. Endless blue sea of the heavens was broken into pieces of rainbow glass with thin, blooming brunches. The bot stopped; you hopped out and ran forward to a long pink cliff looming behind the trees. Sunstreaker followed, already on his feet too.

The cliff was a good spot for relaxation. It was calm, quiet, peaceful; a colorful blooming plain and a small bunch of the trees created a beautiful, almost wild landscape. Everywhere you could see was a domain of prairie. Though, downwards, there was a small town in a valley; the streetlights always switched on pretty early, they looked like fireflies sitting on the ancient eastern carpet. At that moment they were shining too – tiny stars floating in the violet air. Tough stone was drowning in plants; yellow grass tickled your bare ankles. The grove on the left rustled softly in the coming twilights; wide waves were walking over the fields.

- So… Now, we are alone. – The bot began, looking at the transparent, smoky moon starting its way above the world. – Maybe, now could you tell me?

You shrugged your shoulders, then looked at your boots – a tiny ant was running around your foot helplessly. You took a long stalk and helped the insect down on the ground.

- I don’t know. It’s… a lot.

The bot chuckled.

- I’m all audio sensors.

- Since when have you become so thoughtful, buddy?

- Since I’ve known you!

- Really? Ok, ok…

You were talking till the sun sat and the sky got covered in its cute glittering freckles. The wind rose; it was already chilly, almost cold. Thin summer shirt wasn’t able to protect you from the cooling night weather. You rubbed your forearms, trying to regain warmth; Sunstreaker glanced at your shivering figure, worried.

- Are you cold, little one? – He asked.

- Yeah… A bit. I think, it would be better for us to return.

- Agreed… - He responded, transforming…

At base everyone had been sleeping when you came. Trying not to wake the comrades up (especially, Wheeljack), you sneaked inside and turned into one of the corridors, heading to your quarters.

- Are you sure you’ll be all right on your own? – Your friend kneeled and let you climb on his large flat palm. His optics were gleaming softly in the darkness.

- Are there any other options? – You smiled.

- Well… - His voice became shaky. – I could… take you with me…

- It would be uncomfortable for both of us, don’t you think?

He thought for a minute or two, then turned to you, expression of his faceplate showing a mix of hope and... embarrassment?!

- Actually, I have an idea… But I don’t know if you…

- Just say it out loud, boy.

He took a deep “breath”, stabilizing his systems.

- I could… I could put you in my fuel tank. So, you would be safe while sleeping and… not alone as well.

You heart skipped a beat.

- Wait, wait, wait… But transformers’ fueltanks work in the same way human stomachs do, don’t they?

- Still, we can’t process organic materials, remember?

He had a point. You exhaled.

- Right… Nevertheless, it sounds so crazy…

- I understand. So... It’s your choice.

You rubbed your chin, considering the offer. On one hand, you were about to be swallowed(!) alive by a metal titan and spend a whole night inside him without any guaranties that something wouldn’t go wrong. But at the same time, he was your best friend; you could trust him. After all, that all was just a matter of trust.

You met his gaze once again - the bot waited for your decision, though you could see the flames of impatience jumping in his optics.

- I… I don’t mind. I know you won’t hurt me.

You could tell he was happy to hear that; tension released the bot’s figure, he grinned joyfully like a big cat.

- Wow! Thank you, Y/N! I swear it's gonna be the best experience possible for you!

- Fine, big guy! Let’s get it over with…

He opened the door of the room he and his brother were sharing. Sideswipe was snoring peacefully on his berth; he didn’t notice neither of you and didn’t hear how Sunstreaker closed the door and lied on his own bed.

- Shhhh… - He whispered as he saw you trying to say something. – He won’t bother us. Sides won’t open his optics even if the skies crack on two.

You giggled. But the bot’s faceplate suddenly went sober.

- Are you still sure?

You nodded confidently.

- Perfect… If anything scares you, just call for me - I'll stop and let you out. Don’t be shy, Ok?

- Ok.

- Good… Now, please, hold still…

His grip tightened a little as you were lifted to his opening mouth. Your feet were laid on something wet and warm – it wrapped around them, coating you in heavy, slick slime. Tingles ran down your spine as you realized it was his glossa tasting you, and the slime was the drool coaxing your limbs, preparing you for… for the way down. Sunstreaker’s throat produced a silent moan of pleasure – it seemed he liked your flavor! Huh… You couldn’t help but blushed, thinking about you being such a tasty tiny candy.

Meanwhile, the bot very gently pushed you further, to the pharynx. Your hands finally met with the pulsing, smooth tongue which leaned to them eagerly, then slipped behind you back. The servo loosened up; now you were in the bot’s mouth entirely, being held by his long, plushie glossa. Misty, hot air filled your lungs; it was too dark to see, but you could feel your toes wriggling in the open space – the awaiting entrance of the esophagus. Streams of oily saliva vanished in that black hole with loud, delicious sounds of gulps. At first, they frightened you; instinctively, you grabbed the flesh of your improvised bed and made an attempt to crawl away from the danger. However, the very minute you did that, the swallows faded. Sunstreacker froze still, granting you a chance to stop – undoubtedly, it would disappoint him, but he didn’t want to startle his human friend. You took a big breath and forced yourself to calm down. There was nothing that would mean harm to you. The mech wouldn’t hurt you - he loved you! You went through so many things together – undeniably, he was reckless sometimes, but he wouldn’t do anything that would lead to death of those he valued the most.

Hesitantly, you patted the glossa – it licked your cheek playfully, comforting, then bend over, letting you slide back to the throat. Powerful metal muscles contracted around your ankles and tugged you in the comforting embrace of the esophagus.

Trembling, the bot outlined a small round bulge on his neck with his digit as you were fully pulled inside his throat. He swallowed hard, yet carefully, sending your warm, fragile body further down his huge tough body. The mech could still sense you wriggle, moving deeper and deeper inside beneath his chest plates. Some more slow seconds – and you arrived at your destination, being dropped into whining chamber of the alien “stomach”, making a nice little bulge on Sunstreaker’s abdomen.

His servo leisurely traced your path and stayed on the lump, massaging it slightly. Inside, it was gurgly and wet, but cozily warm and soft. You felt your friend’s indecisive caresses and pressed your hand against a thick grey wall permeated with long thin energon cables from the bottom to the top.

- How are you, Y/N? Is it OK?

- Yes, Sunny, it is. Don’t worry so much! You did great, by the way…

- Oh… That’s good to hear, I guess… You too.

- Thanks…

It was awkward to have a conversation in that position, so neither of you said a word anymore. You rested against the plump bumps of the fueltank rubbing at you lovingly; soothing quiet sparkbeat and dim light coming from the walls as well as gentle growling sounds and warmth made its work – your eyelids soon grew heavy, you yawned and snuggled into the squishy metal.

- Sweet dreams, Sunny.

The bot curled up around you, hugging his growling, full middle.

- Same for you, dear.

[acidh2otoby]

Agent Kennedy, Part 14

Leon Kennedy x Male!Reader

Warnings: None

Part 13 > Agent Kennedy, Part 13

I'm back to the series! I've been busy with some personal shit, holidays are harsh with timing and trying to remember my wacky work schedule is... yeah, it's fun. But there aren't many parts left in this series (hopefully 🥲👍) and this one will be the beginning of the end. I'll still be making content but it'll be different stuff. Also, currently so excited and impatient for RE4R and the movie Resident Evil: Death Island coming out!

Also, happy Valentine's Day! Didn't intend on posting this on the day but here we are!

Some months had passed since the incident in China, you and Leon were starting to get back together. Leon had been staying at your house for a little after you two talked and agreed to somewhat start over. The relationship was a little healthier and you were both a little happier than before.

You still worked with the BSAA and had to spend a few days at work for longer than you wanted to, trying to find new soldiers and even new equipment since a lot of it either got destroyed or got lost. This ended up in Chris calling you late at night when you were sleeping to ask if you could come in.

And to speak of the devil, you and Leon had fallen asleep an hour ago and your phone just started ringing. You sighed and groaned as you rolled over and sat up, grabbing your phone and answering it.

"Hello?" You said, hearing Leon sit up as well.

"Hey, (Y/N). Sorry to call you at two in the morning." Chris apologized, knowing you were sleeping.

"It's fine. What's going on?" You asked, wanting to get whatever he needed done so you could go back to bed.

"I'm gonna ask if you could come in soon? I need to show you something." Chris said, he sounded a little nervous.

"Yeah, I'll be there soon." You said, sighing a little.

"Thanks, (Y/N). I'll see you when you get here." Chris said before he told you goodbye and hung up the phone.

"What was that all about?" Leon asked, laying back down.

"I gotta go in." You said, putting your phone down and grabbing your clothes. Leon groaned at the news. "Look, I don't want to either but the sooner I get this shit done, the more I don't have to do this every night."

"I know... but, I miss you when your gone." You felt Leon wrap his arms around you as he finished his sentence.

"I miss you too when I'm gone, but that makes it even better when I come home." You said, placing your hand on Leon's arm and gently headbutting him.

Leon sighed, he seemed to get a little heavy on your shoulder. You glanced over and saw that his eyes were shut and he was relaxed.

"Leon..." You chuckled, shifting a little to get him to wake up.

Leon lifted his head from your shoulder before letting you go and laying back down, he fell asleep relatively fast after laying down. You smiled at him before you put on more clothes than just a t-shirt and your underwear.

You had left around 1:00.am and got back home at 4:00.am. Leon slept the entire time you were gone but woke up almost immediately once you sat down on the bed to change again. You were busy taking your shoes off when Leon sat up and did what he did before you left, wrap his arms around you.

"Dammit, Leon. You scared me." You said softly, smiling a little.

"Sorry." Leon muttered, he chuckled a little. "How did it go?"

"Okay... Don't remember half of it since I wasn't really involved and because I was really tired." You joked, it wasn't a full lie though.

Leon chuckled before he tried to pull you closer. "Leon..." You muttered, knowing what he was trying to do.

"Hmm?" Leon asked innocently.

"Let me finish changing, I'm not sleeping in clothes that smell like gunpowder." You said, smiling a little.

Leon groaned before he just decided to let you go, he didn't lay down like last time though. Once you finished changing, you laid on the bed and drapped the covers over you. It didn't take long for Leon to practically wrap his entire body around you, obviously not wanting you to leave again until you guys woke up the next day.

You giggled before relaxing and falling asleep, Leon followed shortly behind you and fell asleep a few seconds later. You had forgotten to tell Leon in the little bit of time before sleeping that Chris had given the entire BSAA base the rest of the day off, so when he woke up and realized it was 12:18.pm...

"(Y/N)! Get up!" Leon semi-yelled, shaking you a little.

You groaned before sitting up, thinking something bad had happened. "What? What? What?" You replied quickly, confused and alert.

"You're late!" Leon said, he looked a little scared.

"Huh?" You questioned, looking at your phone that you left on the bedside table. You chuckled a little before laying down and facepalming yourself. "I forgot to tell you that I got the day off today." You laughed, feeling like a dumbass.

Leon sighed before laughing with you, laying back down as well. "Must've been too tired." Leon chuckled, ruffling your hair a little.

"Yeah... happens." You shrugged, still smiling.

There was a little bit of silence where the two of you just smiled at each other. Leon had this look in his eyes that was full of admiration and... love? You weren't sure if the look in his eyes were real or if your tired brain was making things up. It wouldn't have been the first time that--

"I love you..." Leon muttered, still smiling at you.

...HOLY SHIT...

Did he just? He did. He said it. You weren't making it up.

Your eyes widened and you felt dumbstruck. He really said it and he didn't even apologize after like how most people do. What the fuck do you say now??

Leon chuckled at your expression, finding it adorable. "What's wrong, honey? Cat got your tongue?" Leon joked, causing your face to turn red.

"Shut up, you jerk." You said, lightly hitting him, making him laugh. "I love you, too, Leon." You finally muttered, catching Leon by surprise a little.

You leaned in and kissed Leon, feeling as if time stopped for a moment. After the kiss, you cuddled. You did miss Leon a lot and with almost nothing but work being on your mind, it felt like you were gone even if you were home and with Leon.

[th3-royalty]

Xiao my beloved {2}

A/N (Hi sorry for dropping this story for so long I didn't know where I wanted it to go but now I have a psuedo Idea, anyway happy Lantern Rite!!)

After explaining to Aether and Paimon my odd and nonsense sounding story, we head off to Liyue. Why you may ask, well because I want to find a way home and the best way to do that would be talking to a certain immortal since he may know how to send me home.

"soo Paimon gets the whole falling into a new world thing but why are you dressed like that" she asks me curiously. "Well I was sleeping when I got here so obviously I would be wearing my pajamas" I say with a serious expression. Honestly sometimes I wonder how Paimon managed to live without the Traveler, before they met it makes little sense to me.

"are you gonna wear that as we go to Liyue?" Paimon responds. "Well I don't have any other clothes? Since ya know I feel out of the sky?". Which is what I told Aether and Paimon, that I was in my world but then woke up and was here in Teyvat. Thank the Archons Aether was sweet and decided to help me otherwise I don't know what I would do. Probably get killed by the abbys, or a rogue hillichurl. Due to the fact I am now an annoying side character in Genshin, who is helpless!! Ugh I hate this. Getting out of my own thoughts I take a look around, it's so beautiful with the mountains and the trees.... And now I'm getting bit by mosquitoes.. man I forgot how much I dislike the outdoors.

Anyway I am roused from my thoughts when Aether states " Hey I have some extra clothes that I was given on my adventures, they may fit you? Since I got them from a friend in Inazuma" why did he have extra clothes and who gave him these clothes that he was so sure would fit me? I ponder this as he pulls them out. I take one glance and realize oh these are Itto's clothes, I don't know a person they wouldn't fit or at least be too big for. "That works thank you so much for your help" I say as I grab the clothes that are definitely not my size. I didn't even realize Itto has any shirts but oh well. "I'm gonna go change real quick over there" I point to a thicket in the path, which should give me enough cover. "Alright me and Paimon will wait for you here"

I go off to change and try to get myself looking somewhat presentable, thank goodness I feel asleep in a bra last night, or else it would really be a nightmare. As I'm walking away however someone approaches Aether. "Who is this mortal you have brought with you?" a voice I would recognize in a heartbeat if I wasn't so far away and not looking. "There a person from another world like me, also xiao it's rude to sneak up on people you almost gave Paimon a heartache." Aether responds "another? How did they end up here and are they a threat" "Them? I don't know how they got here but I can mostly definitely assure you they aren't a threat. Anyway we are heading off to Liyue to see if Zhongli knows anything that could help."

As they are talking I come walking back not even realizing the fictional love of my life is standing there. "I think these will work even if they are a little big." That's an understatement they do not fit at all. "Oh that's good maybe we should find something that actually fits in Liyue. Also I have someone who I'd like you to meet." Oh who is it, then I look up and see him, I am trying to keep my cool and not immediately flip out!!! "Would you like to introduce yourself?" Aether asks who I already know is Xiao. "hello... I'm Xiao..." " Pleasure I'm (y/n)" WOO I said that so smoothly as if I don't even know who he is!! "Xiao will you be walking with the 3 of us to Liyue?" Aether questions the boy with amber eyes. "I may if I have time, I have other things to do for now so farewell, I may meet you there" Xiao says then he is off in a puff of smoke. I just met the love of my life for .2 seconds. I'm in heaven.

(Read part 1 here)

Hope you all enjoyed the second part of My beloved after waiting like 6 months 🤣

Thank you for all the support in the first installment and maybe of you all like it I will make the 3rd faster. I really appreciate your feedback and hope you enjoy.

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Selfish - A KagaKuro Angst

Preface: hello hello i know i have not posted in a while, but I AM GONNA MAKE THIS A COMEBACK (maybe)

This can be interpreted as a ship post, or not, it doesn't really matter imo, kagakuro is cool tho.

cw: angst (obviously), kagami + kuroko are in their second year, selfish kuroko and kagami, both people are at fault, more story-central than relationship-central, kagami doesn't have a good relationship with the GOM.

"Hey, where's Kuroko?"

It seemed at if saying that question was just part of what made you a member of the Seirin basketball team. Nobody could count the amount of times that the team would go out, whether it be to train, to play a match, or even the hot springs, and have Kuroko go missing as soon as they leave.

"Kagami, do you know where he went?" Koganei asks.

Kagami sighs and shrugs. Despite having a good relationship with Kuroko, he still views him as an enigma.

"Seriously, we can't go out without him sneaking off. It's getting ridiculous." Riko admits, tapping her shoe on the sidewalk in frustration.

Kagami grunts softly. He knows it's true, but he can't help himself defending Kuroko at every turn, even if he did used to get equally angry in situations like these, especially earlier in their first year.

Hyuuga sighs, "He's not picking up his cell either. Come on, let's all split up and look for him. Meet back here in 30 if you haven't found him." The team groans, but obeys, splitting up.

Kagami wanders down the street, scanning passersby for that unique shade of baby blue hair.

It doesn't take long for him to spot Kuroko, practicing his dribbling and shooting in a public court.

However, instead of meeting Kuroko with the usual smack over the head, followed by a collar-pull back to the metting spot, Kagami walks over, calmly but solemnly. Honestly, it's a bit scary.

"Hey, Kuroko."

Kuroko flinches, and turns around.

"Kagami..."

The two of them stand in silence, Kuroko's eyes fixated on Kagami's face, as Kagami's eyes fixate on the ground.

After a moment of silence, "...are we meeting up with the other-"

"Why are you so selfish?"

"E-eh?" Kuroko flinches, "W-what do you mean...?"

Kagami stares at him, his eyes filled with, a sort of anger, one that mixes with a subtle sadness too.

"You...y-you can't do this all the time."

"Do what...?"

Kagami scowls.

"Do...this. Sneaking off on us all the time, and having to have our seniors and classmates look for you. It's not fair on them."

Kuroko looks to the side, conflicted.

"I'm only trying to improve myself, for the team." He remarks, though softly.

"But don't you realise how selfish you can be?"

"Stop calling me that."

"But you know that it's true. You know it, even when we started out, you already told me how I'd be 'The Light to your Shadow', and overtake the Generation of Miracles. But you didn't actually care about me, knowing them now, I fucking hate those guys, don't want to be anything like them. You just promised me that so you could get your revenge on them for how they decided to play back in middle school, that's selfish."

"T-that's not true, I-"

Kagami starts to tear up, "And now that I've been thinking about it, basically everything I've done related to basketball in the last year was because of you. It's like I have no control over my own playstyle. Even though winning with the others feels great, it's like I can't play without them."

"...why is that a bad thing?"

"Think about it. Our strength as a team has already decreased ever since Kiyoshi left because of his knee. And what about our seniors? They gradute this year, and once they're gone, we're the ones who have to build the team back up again. I've trained so hard to get to where I am now...but you. You've essentially kept the exact same style as you have from middle school up until this point, and you don't think that's selfish?" Kagami practically yells.

Kuroko scowls, his voice starting to uncharacteristically increase in volume, "That isn't true. I've trained just as hard as you have."

Kagami wipes his furious tears. He knows Kuroko is right, he has trained a lot, and opened Kagami's eyes to a whole new perspective when playng basketball, but inside of him, there's still that urge within him to completely dominate the court through sheer force alone, like he did in America. So how is it fair that Kuroko can maintain his own playstyle, and not him?

"...find your own way home today, I'm leaving." Kagami mutters, leaving Kuroko alone on the court, his own tears starting to brim in his eyes.

"Did you find him?"

"...no, I didn't."

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a/n: I hope you enjoyed, I am a massive fan of the characterisation and motivations of the KNB cast, and wanted to show some of that here! <3 (hope i did them justice)

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You are perfect porcelain

[Kurt Hummel + Porcelain by Marianas Trench, inspired by @blangstydays]