#i forgot how to breathe for a second 😳

[kisakis-boyfriend]

Halloween hcs for a Witch!Reader who makes a pact with Demon!Freminet/Scaramouche/Albedo and uses his magical obedience to make his pussy come and squirt on command

Hhhhnnngghh I forgot how much I enjoy scenarios like this 🥴 Everyone is 20+ as per usual~

I hope these are to your liking, dear anon ❤️

Freminet

Oh this poor little thing...you just love to ruin him when he least expects it

Using your pact to call him to your location and luring him into a false sense of security by acting sweet and sitting him in your lap for cuddles

Then when Freminet has relaxed you'll activate the seal on your hand and whisper in a commanding tone “Cum for me, darling”

And the little demon throws his head back so hard, his pussy clenched around nothing at all while a powerful orgasm hits him

Freminet will beg so sweetly for you to stick something inside, anything at all, just...fill him up please? 🥺

“Pl-please....need your fingers...need you insiiaaahhh—!! ” He'll cry out while you command him to cum untouched once again, the intensity of it all causes his vision to turn all fuzzy

You oblige him, torturously though. Shoving your fingers deep within his wet cunt and fingering Freminet roughly until he shouts out, “C-close!! Aaahh—!! Y/n! ”

He's so soooo embarrassed when you force his little pussy to squirt

Painfully clawing at your wrist while you finger his hole open and make him squirt harder

And of course after you've tortured him to hell and back (pun intended) you'll soothe the little demon and take care of him while he recovers from his orgasms 💙

Scaramouche

A bratty little thing like Scara honestly deserves something like this

He's in the middle of chastising you for some reason or another when your thumb presses against the seal on your palm, activating your control over him

All it takes is you uttering a single word, “Cum”

Scaramouche's eyes widen in shock as he feels slick cum drip out of his cunt, his thighs shaking the entire time his orgasm lasts

“Wh-what the fuck....was- aaahh!! Why did you–?” The poor thing is dumbfounded as the realization hits him; you forced him to cum just to make him shut up

Scara is about to berate you again when you repeat the command, smirking down at the man while he sinks to his knees. His legs no longer able to support him from cumming a second time within a few minutes

He looks up at you with tears in his eyes, a fierce look shooting daggers at you despite that fact. And you surprise him yet again with the words, “Squirt for me, baby. Make a mess all over the floor then clean it up ”

Unable to refuse your order, the bratty demon gushes all over himself. His shorts and panties are soaked and dripping all over the floor underneath him, creating a puddle of wetness

His torso falls forward onto the ground, causing his ass to stick up in the air as another wave hits him and his pretty pussy squirts again, his shrill wailing fills the room from pure pleasure

After a minute of letting him catch his breath you'll circle around behind him and touch his wet cunt, his body jolting from overstimulation at the tiny bit of contact

Maybe he learned his lesson this time, maybe not. His fate all depends on how hard he can beg for forgiveness now~ 💜

Albedo

How lucky you are to have a demon prince under your command. How delicious it is to force your prince to cum whenever you think he should

Bending Albedo over your desk and fucking into him. Not allowing him to cum unless it's from your command 😳

He's stuffed completely full, moaning like a whore, and then you force him to gush all over the tile floor

His little cheeks heat up uncomfortably while you coo in his ear, “Aaaww, did my little prince make a mess? How about you do it again, squirt for me, Albedo. Show me how much your pussy craves being stretched and fucked~”

Albedo's hands slam on the desk and claw at the wood as he's forced to cum again, white hot pleasure consuming his very being

Maybe you'll grab him by the horns and use them as leverage to fuck into his cunt harder, but only if he begs~ 💛

[chaepink]

Hi i really loved ur content about submissive Kenma. Can u write a fic about kenma again🥺🥺 like the reader was so jealous because some ramdom girl is flirting with kenma. Thats why she ended up fucking him all night u knaurr

jealousy, jealousy | sub!kenma kozume

wc: 1k+ words | masterlist

dom!reader, pegging, possessiveness/jealously, begging, jealous sex, aftercare is mentioned though its not written, established relationship, slight crying

note : oh my god thank you! 😳

and im sorry but i forgot to write how the reader kept fucking him all night :,)

"Oh hello~ you're rather cute, aren't you?" You ignore the voice, thinking it was just a girl hitting on a random person. That's until you hear the high pitched voice again asking the person for their number, except it was closer this time and a familiar voice answers afterwards.

"N-No thanks... I'm not i-interested.."

You stray your attention from the item in your hand to the familiar voice and furrow your eyebrows when you see the scene.

Kenma, who's your boyfriend to make it clear, being flirted on by this clueless girl who, though he denied her advances once already, thinks she still has a shot and keeps on trying to talk to him. She's getting rather close to him too, making him have to take small steps backward in order to keep the distance between them comfortable, a slight blush on his cheeks.

You feel anger bubble up inside your body as you furrow your eyebrows, glaring at the girl. You know the emotion you're currently feeling loud and clear: jealously.

Knowing how Kenma hates being social and would rather stay inside and play video games over anything else, your boyfriend is probably hating all the attention that he is currently getting from her. Hell, judging by the facial expression he has on it seems that he would rather be anywhere else than at that very spot.

Having dated him for a while now, you know the poor boy won't find it in him to be able to find the words to shut her down directly. That's where you come in.

Taking a few deep breaths, you calm yourself down before you mindlessly do something you would regret. Walking towards the two, Kenma sees you and his eyes immediately light up, begging you to help him out of the situation.

Grabbing his hand more harsher than you meant, you immediately begin walking towards the cashier section while completely ignoring the girl right there.

"C'mon, babe. I'm done getting everything."

Kenma blushes at the venom in your tone. He could feel the jealousy radiating off you and honestly? It's rather hot.

But he can't help but be nervous about what's going to happen to him.

---

"P-Please! i'm s-sorry!" He lets out another sob as you hit all the right spots in him with your strap. Due to the sheer size of it, it fills him up almost too perfectly, making him whine and whimper underneath you as you continue to pound his insides.

Tears brim his eyes as you brutally fuck him stupid. All he can do is lay there as pleasure courses through his body in waves making him unable to do anything without being shocked with pleasure seconds later. He's a pillow princess, really, but oh do you love it.

Mere minutes if not seconds after you entered the shared apartment between you two do you already have him trapped on the bed underneath you, one of your biggest straps entering and exiting him easily and quickly due to prep. His top half is still covered by a hoodie as you were too focused on revealing his bottom half.

"Oh don't worry, baby." You clench your teeth. Your thighs are absolutely burning but you don't dare stopping for even a second. You remember how touchy the girl was being with Kenma and you speed up your thrusts even more, jealously fueling your adrenaline. "I know you're sorry. Just gotta make sure that the next time that girl sees you-," you start to say. "Well the next time anyone has their eye on you, they'll see the hickeys on your neck and decide to leave what what's mine alone."

A shiver runs down Kenma's spine as your possessiveness makes blood run far down his body. His hands make its way into your back, latching on and digging his nails into your skin, making you hiss from the slight pain it causes. The grip you have on his hips is hard enough to leave a mark but it allows you to easily fuck in and out of him and be able to control the pace.

"You're mine, yeah? No one else's. Mine."

He whimpers as a particular thrust of your strap has him arching his back and letting out a almost pornographic moan. Fuck, he looks absolutely breathtaking right now.

"Y-Yes- fuck! I'm y-yours."

You latch your teeth onto his neck and bite down, making Kenma mewl out from the slight pain. Making sure to leave a few more bite marks and love bites, you lick a few to soothe the pain. You don't care if they only stay for a few days, knowing you would leave more in the near future.

"Fuck- i'm close!"

With that information, you switch from quick, hard thrusts to slower, deeper ones that make Kenma's toes curl and eyes roll from the sheer pleasure he's feeling. He lets out another moan.

"Go on, baby. Cum for me, alright?"

And with that, Kenma lets loose. Whines, moans, and whimpers fill the room as your boyfriend stains the bed and his hoodie with cum. You continue slowly fucking him to ease him down from his high and Kenma whines from sensitivity when you pull out, leaving him to clench around nothing.

"Good boy," you say, kissing his cheek. He blushes red from the praise, almost as if you weren't fucking his brains out mere seconds ago. "You did so good for me." You're about to leave to clean him up until he grabs your arm, stopping you. You raise an eyebrow at him.

"Um... w-what about you though?" It takes a moment for you to process his question but once you do, you can't help but smile.

"Aw sweetie," you coo, making him blush even harder at the new pet name. "Don't worry about me, I'm just glad you enjoyed it."

As you go and get a wet towel to clean him up, he reaches to his neck and gently touches the hickeys and bite marks you've left there. Though it hurts as he slowly presses down on a bruise and he has to stop himself from letting out a whimper, he can't help but smile, a dark blush adorning his cheeks.

He's yours.

ty for reading to the end! ❤ - chaepink

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[gatitties]

Hello!!! Can I ask you something?

I wanted to ask for a super cute Scenario or headcanons, where in One Piece's AU, Shanks is a businessman who has a very good salary and is married to YN who is a super kind and attentive housewife who treats Shanks like a king, because he always is working and always getting very tired from work and still pleases YN with gifts and taking her out on days off, they don't necessarily have kids, that's you decision

shanks wants his wife to be the happiest wife in the world!!!

─Shanks x wife!reader

─Summary: it doesn't seem like you can get a second of rest, but your husband surprises you with some gifts.

─Warnings: modernAU

this is so cute hjhsajh 😳

You narrowed your eyes as you saw the vase slightly further to the right, moving it a couple of centimeters so that it was exactly in the right spot, in the same place you put it every day after doing a big cleaning of the house.

You sat on the neat couch, scanning the living room for anything still missing out of place, smiling at your good work, although the smile soon disappeared when a slight back pain broke your good mood bubble, the pain had intensified lately since Shanks had some meetings in his personal study, so you did your best to make everything as organized and clean as usual.

It was a bit sad since he spent many hours busy, although he always made up for it on the weekends when he had his days off, however the company had to resolve some issues regarding some clients and employees, collections, payroll, settlements… there were always months filled with a lot of work and you both ended up so exhausted that you didn't even have a single moment to talk for days.

Today seemed like it was going to be one of those days where you were waiting with a glass of wine, eating dinner alone in the kitchen, you knew that if Shanks hadn't arrived by a certain time, you shouldn't make dinner for two, and you were about to get to cook, you only managed to cut a couple of onions when you screamed when you felt a strong arm lift you slightly from the ground, your shock faded when you felt the redhead's presence.

"I thought you wouldn't come today."

"Surprise!"

He joined his lips with yours sweetly, when he put you back on the ground, he left for a second to return with a small bouquet of roses and a wrapped box, you frowned strangely at the detail, Shanks was not a person who usually did gifts like that, yes, he would buy you things, but he would just arrive and give it to you unwrapped or he would just ask you if you want that thing directly.

"What is this? Oh don't tell me I forgot about our anniversary or-"

Your worried tone and nervousness for having forgotten some important date was cut by the man's lips, who left a trail of short kisses all over your face, making you laugh like a fool in love, he smiled at this.

"No, I'm the most likely to forget that kind of thing love, it's just a gift! Can't I spoil you a little? I know how much it costs to maintain a home, plus your sore muscles..."

He took your hands in his, rubbing circles with his thumb on your knuckles, you melted under his touch, pulling him to your body to sink into a comfortable embrace, you breathed in his scent slowly, burying your face in his shoulder, he let you hold the position. As long as you needed, Shanks didn't care if you spent hours hugging him, he would enjoy every second of contact. You pulled away a couple of minutes later, turning your attention now to the box he had left on the kitchen counter earlier next to the roses, curious about its contents, he urged you to open it, even he seeming more excited than you by the gift.

"Oh… how did you know this was what I wanted? I don't remember telling you about it yet."

Although both you and Shanks used to share certain things that you needed or would like to have for possible birthday, anniversary or Christmas gifts… you still hadn't had the opportunity to tell him that this was what you were thinking of buying as a self-gift for your next birthday.

"A husband's intuition never fails, and look, there are more things!"

Looking at the bottom of the box you pulled out two stiff papers that seemed to be hidden, a silly smile decorating your lips as you read them.

"Spa and massage session for two?"

He raised and lowered his eyebrows with a mischievous smile, you laughed, hitting his shoulder, hugging him again as a way of thanking him, you felt a little bad for not having a gift for him right now, since you weren't the only one who needed a break from time to time from work, but you made a mental note to look for something that he might like.

[lu-dao-writes]

— 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥 (𝙲𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚘 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛)

꒰ྀི 𝙎𝙔𝙉𝙊𝙋𝙎𝙄𝙎 He’s so bbg coded.

𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂(��) anal sex, sub!choso, dom!reader, reader fucks Choso (you can decide if Reader has a dick or a strap), consensual picture taking, praise kink, rough sex, gn!reader, blackcoded!reader, reader is a bit of a sadist, reader calls choso baby girl, slight bad grammar.

𝘼/𝙉 This man is kinda giving me brainrot and he’s so… Babygirl. Omg🥴😳. Putting this out first since Emperor!Gojo & Chamberlain!Geto is taking time, I want it to be perfect okay😍👌🏼? Enjoy y’all! Nearly forgot, minors/ageless DNI ꒱✿‧₊˚

The bed creaks and groans with excessive force as your hips continue to smack against the reddened skin of Choso’s ass.

You watch with insatiable hunger as you thrust in and out of his ass, punching out whines, moans, and groans from of him, and any time he tried to muffle himself with the pillow, you smacked his ass until he learned not to.

“Feel good, Baby~?”

“A-Ahh! Y-Yes..! Yes, feels s’good!”

It’s cute and a little funny really. Choso usually is so quiet and composed, unshakable to the core most of the time. But to see him trembling, his cock leaking beads of little pearls, his hole greedily clenching around you, hearing how vocal he is, and hearing his tears…

It’s intoxicating.

“Oh, fuck— nghh! ‘M close,” he trembles. “‘M so close. Please can I cum? P-Please??”

You can’t help but grin, finding his pleading to be absolutely adorable. “Aww, since you asked so sweetly I’ll be nice.”

You slip out of him, Choso letting out a whimper as you do, and you help him move onto his back, his dark hair splayed around him like a dark halo.

His body is flushed and riddled with sweat, bites, and scratches, and his cock is pressed up against his stomach, throbbing with the head being an angry red color.

You’ll never get old of this sight, and it’s why you have several pictures in your camera roll.

Still feeling sugary sweet you lean over and kiss him, enjoying the feeling of his lips on yours and soon your tongues mingling before you break away to kiss down his throat, nipping his Adam’s apple on the way to chest. When you reach his cock you pepper it with love, enjoy every twitch, shudder, and whine from Choso.

“I need you,” he begs. “Just fuck me again, please I can’t wait anym—.”

“Settle down, baby girl~. Last time I checked you don’t get to tell me what to do,” you coo, staring up at him with sadistic glee, and enjoying how his lips begin to tremble again.

“Sorry, I’m sorry...”

You press one more kiss to the head of his cock, licking your lips clean with a little moan. “That’s better, always so good for me~.”

You press his legs up until his knees are on either side of his head and relish in the relieved moan he lets out as your cock slips back inside him.

His eyes roll back and a bit of drool slips out of his mouth.

So adorable~.

You can’t help but spoil him though since he is so cute, so with much vigor you pound into him, keeping quiet so that you enjoy his continuous moans, whines, and occasional cries.

“Fuck! Nghh! G-Gonna cum!! C-Can I cum? Please!?” he sobs out.

You chuckle softly, nails digging into his skin a little more. “Gon ‘head and cum, baby girl~.”

“Thank you! Thank you thank you thank you!!” he cries before his back arches and his cock shoots out a couple of loads on his chest and little on his face.

You moan along with him, not yet slowing down until he whimpers that he needs a second.

While he catches his breath, you grab your phone and take a picture of him, giggling to yourself.

“Oh baby, you look so cute like this!” you gush, turning your phone around so he can see, but Choso just shyly hides his face with his arms.

Even. Fucking. Cuter.

And that’s why he’s your baby girl~!♡˖⁺⊹

[bvttoneyes]

On a Wednesday, in a Café ~ (hiro hamada x reader's version)

sum! "Write a coffee shop AU where one character drops a ton of cups and the other helps them pick them up, but ends up cutting themselves and the one who works there has to take the other back to patch them up and forgets to tell them that they faint at the sight of blood. Chaos."

tw! blood, passing out, chaos.

guysguysguys. he so nerdy i luv him!!! i am the same age as him.... kinda. (born in 2018 so...) but if i catch anyone 18+ reading this it is blocked blocked blocked!! 🥳😍🤪🤣💦🖤🥸🤐😳😅🙄🧐

You walk in on your phone, as you put it away you look around. It was a cute little local coffee shop. You had never tried this place before, but you recently had heard about and you've heard nothing but positive reviews. You also had heard that it's family owned and that the family that has just so happens to have a boy around your age here.

As soon as you walked in you saw him, behind the counter. He wasn't working, the lady in front of him was. The lady looked way too young to be his mom... anyways. He was just behind the counter on his phone. He didn't have a customer service face, he just looked annoyed.

"Hiro, will you go wash these cups upstairs please?" The lady asked the younger boy.

He nods, grabs a tray of coffee cups, and begins to take them upstairs. Until he trips over the first step and some glass cups break some just bounce on the ground away from him.

Everyone stares at him as they heard the noise. They just stared. No one helped. You just stared... no. You went over and helped him pick up the glass, while you helped he just stared at you. For about 5 seconds until he started picking it up again, but he was too clumsy and put his hand right on a shard of glass. God he is full of chaos today.

He hisses as he pulls his hand back as it starts bleeding. You look at him confused, then look at his bleeding hand.

"Oh my god! Are you okay?!" You exclaim, seeing he had blood on his hand but not trying to look.

He jerked his hand away, "I'm fine. It's nothing."

"Hiro, Honey, are you okay?" The woman called out.

He rolled his eyes, "I'm fine Aunt Cass!"

"Do you have a first aid kit, I can help bandage you up if you want?" You offer to him.

He says nothing in response, just a subtle nod as he gets up. He goes up the stairs, and you follow him. He brings you to the bathroom and pulls the first aid kit out of the bottom of the sink. He then sits on the toilet and puts his hand out.

So much blood. So much. Blood.

You started to feel light headed when you tell him, "I actually forgot to mention, I hate blood."

You sat down on the floor, closing your eyes and breathing in and out.

Now it's his turn to freak out, "Oh my god! Are you okay?! Are you gonna go pass out?!"

"mm. maybe?" You say with a higher pitched voice, that also happens to be somewhat... spacy?

"oh uh how do i-" He gets on his phone, searching how to stop someone from passing out. He scrolls a bit, not wanting to watch a video.

Wikihow! Perfect...ish?

Lower them on the ground, well your already sitting on the ground.

Check for a pulse, well you're alive and breathing so your pulse is fine.

Reassure Victim and Stay Calm.

Well half of that is possible now.

"Your gonna be okay, you've followed all the... steps on your own!" He says with a nervous undertone.

About 15 minutes later he wrapped his own hand up and you've calmed down.

He sat on the toilet lid for a second. Thinking.

"Hey, so do you wanna hang out... normally one day? Where we don't bleed and pass out..?" With a nervous chuckle.

You furrow your brows and smile at him, "I'd like that... yeah."

[filmbyjy]

COLLIE DUTY

SYNOPSIS > being the new CEO to the ‘Sim Corp’ was hard and stressful. jake didn’t have much time to spend with layla and so he decides to get a dogsitter, you. though, you were originally already his secretary. how will dog sitting bring you two closer?

FOURTEEN - angry puppy pt 1

WARNING: slight suggestive, maybe there’s angst. goddamn, idk if this practically suggestive or more😳👍🏻

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a/n: this is the first part but I’ll just upload the second part later on for suspense🥰

jake was shock. frozen even. too speechless.

he was just about to go inside the file room to find the file he needed for new project he had in mind. when he stumbled upon you and jay making out in a secluded corner of the room. he hid behind the rows of cabinets. watching in horror, maybe slight jealousy too.

it was the way jay’s arms wrapped around your waist as he pins you against the wall. your hands wrapped around jay’s neck. jake could spot the faint red marks right on your neck. which wasn’t intended but jay was getting too into the kiss that he forgot about what you warned him before. at least it made this whole thing more believable (?).

jay’s hand slips down to pull you slightly closer and jake could hear you gasping slightly. you tugged on jay’s hair as the kiss progress (if you could even call it a kiss honestly). you and jay pulled back a little before diving back in. you couldn’t deny, jay was an awesome kisser and he knew how to make your knees buckle.

jake knew he shouldn’t be there but for some odd reason, he felt some sort of anger bubble in him. a rage even. he didn’t want to stay but something was telling him to barge there and pry jay off you. was this some beast messing with him? at last, jake left. he couldn’t watch further. which also when you and jay pulled away.

“he was watching us, wasn’t he?” jay asks as he was still catching his breath. his breathing heavy and his lips were swollen.

“yeah. he definitely was.” you say.

“mmm, I never knew you could kiss like that. jake would 100% kill to kiss you after seeing us.” jay smirks. you whacked jay’s arm.

“shut up. also didn’t I tell you not to bite me?”

“it’s essential in every makeout. besides, I was in the mood. you can’t stop this sexy beast in me.” jay proudly says. you rolled your eyes.

“okay, mr.sexy beast. let’s get back to work.” you were about to leave when jay pulls you back and traps you against the wall.

“just one more? maybe you should help me out too.” he suggestively looks down. you found it extremely hot that he did that.

you sighed, “yeah yeah. This isn’t the most appropriate place.”

“as if jake didnt get sucked off in his office. Come on, think of it as a good revenge.”

“fine, you better hush.”

“no guarantees.” jay winks.

you had went back to work as per normal and so did jay. what startled you as soon as you sat down was jake. the stern voice that echoed through the halls.

“meet me in my office, now.” he says not even leaving a chance for you to say anything.

you did as you were told and went to his office straight. As soon as you arrived in his office, it was like a predator watching its prey. jake’s eyes followed your every movement closely.

“sit.” he commands. it sent a shiver down your spine. you knew jake wasn’t that strict but to hear his strict (and dominant) voice, it kinda scared you.

“umm, yes Mr.Sim?”

“I want you to stop coming to work and focus on taking care of Layla in my apartment. I’ll send the files you need to review and you can fix up my schedule in my home.”

“but Mr.Sim-”

“do you understand?” he sternly says.

“yes, Mr.Sim.”

“now, please go ask the fashion department to submit their files as I need to review them.”

you quickly left the office with no complaints, you didn’t want to anger jake any further and so you went straight to the fashion department to grab the files he wanted.

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[calmlb]

Hi Essie!!! Hope you're doing well! (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)❤️

So I had this idea for a sick!Dazai fic (that I'm honestly too tired to write dhehee), and who else is better to brainstorm it with than my fellow Dazai whump enthusiast? :D

Based on my own experience of being sick for the past week, I forgot how awful it can get. It sucks. You're feverish, your nose is either runny or super blocked, your throat hurts, you get headaches, you're lethargic 80% of the time, all that stuff. But what sucked the most for me was how hot my skin felt. Like, clothes were so uncomfortable to wear from the sweat, especially since it's still summer around here.

So imagine putting bandages into account as well?

Yep, awful.

So I present you with a scenario: Teen!Dazai in his office, has taken over paper duty (that Mori knows he isn't gonna complete anyway) because of his fever. He feels gross, to say the least. Flushed and hazy, a little nauseous and sleepy. But his skin- his skin is scorching, and there is no way for it to disperse that heat because it can't breathe. He endures it for as long as he can until he just can't.

In his haze, he scrambles to tear his bandages off, loosen his tie, and decides that he will lie on the cold floor shirtless. The air conditioner isn't enough. No one is there to stop him.

Until Chuuya barges in without knocking as usual (to discus the paperwork he also knows Dazai isn't going to finish) and stumbles onto the scene.

Dazai doesn't even acknowledge him, has already taken off the bandages around his eye and is halfway through tearing off the ones around his neck. His clothes are disheveled as he loosens them and looks like he's about to take them off.

Chuuya gapes for a solid second, before exclaiming with a blush-

"What the fuck?!"

He rushes over, trying not to look at Dazai's skin that's on display and stops him. He wraps him with Mori's oversized coat aggressively.

Dazai fights against him, exclaiming that he needs to lie on the floor. Chuuya doesn't get it, all that he knows is that Dazai is delirious, and even if he thinks it's a good idea to tear through his protective layer now, he'll definitely regret it later.

So Chuuya ties him with the coat and decides to take the paperwork to his place, along with a flailing Dazai on his shoulder.

I just wanna see Dazai giving Chuuya hell during treating him 😭 cuz even if cooling off is a good idea for a fever, not staying huddled in the warmth equates to chills and endless sneezes. Makes you feel even more awful. So it's gonna be a push and pull of Chuuya trying to warm Dazai up (in order to fight off the fever faster), and Dazai wanting to cool off (because he isn't used to being this warm and hates it), until they come up with a compromise somehow dgdhejndjd

Yeah, just a fun idea! :3 Feel free to expand on it hehe

PEA 😭 i saw this when i was having a Very Bad Day™️ & it immediately made it sm better tysm 🥺🩷🩷

UGH THE TENDER, FEVERISH SKIN UNDER THE BANDAGES ❤️‍🩹 where everything just feels like too much, i completely understand why Dazai (in his feverish delusion) would think removing the offending material would be the solution

Chuuya barging in and quickly going from 👁️👄👁️ to 😳🤬. i love that he goes into protective mode, thinking of how future Dazai will surely regret this course of action & putting measures in place to prevent that 🥺

Chuuya would wrap Dazai up like a sushi roll & carry him on his shoulder like a log back to his apartment, where he proceeds to lose the idgaf war & embrace his mother hen side (which he still denies exists)

meanwhile Dazai is kicking & fighting him every step of the way, acting more like a 5 year old than a mafia sub executive (he’s still only a kid sobs), even as he shivers with chills

until Chuuya manages to get a hand in his sweat soaked curls, gently carding through them. the coolness of his leather glove against Dazai’s overheated scalp makes Dazai go still… and then slump against the couch in a mixture of relief & exhaustion. Chuuya takes advantage of his compliance to make him agree to stop fighting him, & they spend the rest of the day resting on the couch, watching movies & playing video games (well. Chuuya plays. Dazai watches & points out all of Chuuya’s mistakes) 🩷🩷🩷

[monsterbeetlebug]

RDR2, Micha Bell

I know, I'm surprised it's not a Beetlejuice smut I wrote😳

Possible TWs: cursing, sexual tension, sex, piss kink.

"Miss Y/L/N. Would you come over here please?" Dutch asked as he saw you passing through camp. You stopped by thinking it would be something quick. Seeing Micah next to Dutch made you slightly frown. What was that scumbag doing there when Dutch had called you over. Micah watched you from under the brim of his hat. His gaze stuck on you. It was infuriating having him look at you like that. You focused your attention on Dutch to avoid Micah the best you could.

What you heard next made you internaly roll your eyes. Of course it had to be something to do with Micah. Why else was he hanging around Dutch. "Miss Y/L/N, I'm sending you and Mr. Bell here out to see if there is anything of worth at this big farm Hosea saw the other day." You were shocked. No, why would Dutch send you out with god damn Micah. The biggest asshole in camp. Micah stood there with his dumb smirk and his hands resting on his gunbelt. Hell no. You didn't want to go out working with this creep. You opened you mouth to protest, but were cut short as Dutch continued. "I'm sending you together to look like you're some sort of couple or whatever. To look less suspicious if you should get to close for their liking. Let me know if you see anything worth a job when you get back."

Dutch turned and walked away. Probably to read or think of more plans as he usually does. You turned your head back to Micah with a dissatisfied frown. Why? This man was a menace. Micah watched you and shot you that shit eating grin as he started talking. "Looks like me and you is doing some work for Old Dutch, missus Bell." Micah mocked you. Knowing damn well he's trying to get on your nerves. He patted your shoulder and chuckled as he passed you. Your cheeks felt hot. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes. Taking a second to brace yourself before joining him. This was going to be a long day.

You sat behind Micah on Baylock. He actually showed some sort of kindness when helping you get up. Probably the most he'd ever show to anyone. As the horse trotted away from camp, you noticed something you forgot about. Something that you were interrupted from doing when Dutch had called you over. You had to go. You hadn't relieved yourself since you woke up this morning. And now it's later in the evening. You cursed to yourself in a low whisper. It didn't help sitting on a horse either. All the ups and downs are not helping your bladder at all. You had unintentionally held a closer grip on Micah after you noticed you had to go. Micah registered your low cursing and the difference in your grip. With his usual sly voice, he asked you. "Say, you ain't getting scared back there, are ya? We have barely left camp." He chuckled and looked ever so slightly over his shoulder. You were taken by surprise at how he looked at you. The tone in his voice kept up the teasing asshole shtick. His voice sounded more annoyed, but his face told a different story. You just gave him an annoyed look and turned your head away. "No, Micah, I'm not fukcing scared." He chuckled at your reply. Smirking as he answered. "A little feisty today, are we? Maybe this trip won't be all boring then, sugarpie." You rolled your eyes. "Ugh." Why is he calling you sugarpie of all things. You knew he was trying to irritate me, but something about it felt kinda sweet somehow. Even for a guy like Micah. You shook your head and watched the landscape to distract yourself.

After a good while, you noticed the sun started to set. How far away was this place? You hadn't stopped once since you left camp, so you had never gotten the opportunity to get a second to yourself. You really had to go soon. It made you grumble softly. You squeezed your eyes shut. You weren't quite sure how long you would be able to hold it. For a second, you forgot who you were riding with and rested your head forward on Micahs back. He froze up a little. A bit surprised that you had even wanted to lean on him. He didn't mind someone like you leaning on him if he was honest. But then again, he had to stay focused. "Woah there, missy, you getting sleepy back there or what? This ain't no snooze cruise if you hadn't noticed." His slightly annoyed statement shook you up again. You let out an annoyed sigh and shot him a question back. "Are we there yet or what?" He scoffed and laughed. He liked how you replied. Made it more fun to poke at you. He liked being able to have some heated back and forth. "Boy do you have an attitude today, miss? I kinda like it." You got a slight chill sent through you. He only wants to get under your skin to annoy you, so you gave him a short reply. "Gross." Micah looked down at your grip round his waist. He grinned, knowing it was easy to poke at you right now. "Well, for someone who thinks I'm gross, you sure have got a good grip on me girly." You froze at his words. A pink blush krept into your cheeks. You hadn't even noticed. You were so focused on not wetting yourself. What could you possibly say to that. "That's..I'm just holding on so I won't fall." You tried hiding your stuttering. "Yeah, yeah, keep tellin yourself that. I ain't believing you." Micah slowed the horse down. The farm was pretty close now. He saw a small gathering of trees and bushes that would make a good place to scout from. You both got off the horse and looked over at the farm. You got your binoculars to get a good look. It was big. There was a lot of animals and diverse crops. The main house was big. Looked like a farm worth robbing.

Micah sighed and put his binoculars away. "Well, we should probably head back now. Dutch will probably be glad to hear what we have to say about this place." Micah saunters back to his horse. Being extra slow, almost waiting. You really didn't want to tell this man that you had to go. He'd probably make fun of you or humiliate you in any way he could. You didn't know how to make him wait or give you a second. You bit your lip, looking up to the sky. You closed your eyes as you sighed. You didn'thave many choices in his predicament. "Wait, I.." Before you could finish your sentences, Micah had turned around, pointing straight at you. "Hah, I knew it was something. You've been all silent and moody all day long. So what's the deal?" He walked over to you. He looked you up and down. Smirking as he waited for an answer. You backed up into a tree. Unable to go anywhere else. You raised your hands in front of you. In a swift and surprisingly gentle move, Micah had your arms pinned above your head. You looked at him a bit in shock. Your cheeks grew red, and you already felt embarrassed. He smirked, and his voice was low as he spoke. "Come on now, tell me what's been on your mind, doll. Tell old Micah what's bothering you."

You shut your eyes. His voice actually sounded nice like that. Not snarky or rude, but somehow more seductive? And the way he had grabbed your wrists. You had to squeeze your thighs together now. You felt a weirdly good pulsating sensation as you squeezed shut while holding in your piss. That's something you hadn't felt before. It actually felt a bit good. Micah took note of your body language, thinking you felt hot and bothered. What he didn't know was that you needed to relieve yourself. Badly. You started your sentence. "I..need to." Micah placed a hand on your cheek. His thumb rubbed softly against your lower lip. His gaze was hungry. You'd never seen him like this before. Being so gentle and seductive. It actually made him seem nice for a bit. As you looked at him and got another pulsating sensation. You whimpered. He grinned and slowly slid his hand from your cheek and down your body. Panic took over you. You couldn't hold it much more, and his hand was on its way down. "N-no, don't.. I gotta, I have to.." You struggled to speak with the preasur of needing to pee and the weird arousal from the tension that had risen. He paused and looked at you. He was slightly confused. That's when he connected the dots. You could see the change in his expression. His grin grew as he chuckled. He leaned close to your ear. A gruff whisper. "Mhmm, now I get it. You've gotta go, right? Been holding it aaall day, haven't you? And you didn't dare ask little old me to stop." You opened your eyes. As you softly nodded, you were flooded with embarrassment. How was this going to end.

You whimpered as he slid his hand down to your crotch. Cupping it as he watched you squirm. You were so close to letting go. Almost wetting yourself. You were sure it would start leaking if you didn't get to pee soon. "Let me. Just hold it a little longer, sugar." Micah gently opened your jeans. You closed your eyes and leaned your head back to hold it in a bit longer. He softly pulled your jeans and underwear down and got you to step out of them carefully. Tossing them to the side, he stepped in behind you and put your arms around the back of the tree. He held them with one arm. He leaned his head in close to your neck. You could feel his warm breath on you. You shivered and was hit by a new wave of the pulsating. Micah gently nipped and kissed your shoulder. You could feel drops of pee leaking out as you tried your best to hold it in. He used his foot and nugged your legs apart, spreading them out a bit. "You've known me for a while now, Y/N, I'm a nasty man, you know that. So be a good girl and piss for me." You didn't need a word more. You let go and felt the stream of piss escape you. The sweet feeling of release. You whimpered and almost moaned at the feeling. You rolled your head closer to Micahs. Your heavy breath and small sounds was like music in his ears. He watched as the golden fluid flooded out of you. How it loudly hit the ground.

As it stopped up and you felt the wave of relaxation hit you. Micah cooed in your ear. "Good girl, that wasn't so bad, was it?" You gently shook your head. Admiting that it had felt pretty good. He let go of your hand and pulled you around the tree to face him. He leaned you back against the other side of the tree away from your river of piss. He slid his hand down your belly and down to your crotch. He swiped a finger through your wet folds and found your sensitive nub. You held back a small moan as he started softly rubbing it with his thumb. He smirked and worked a finger inside you. Bending it in a way that would find your spot. As you whimpered, he chuckled. He leaned in and kissed his way from your shoulder to your ear. He nibbled at your earlobe before he spoke. "Look at you, such a needy little thing just for me. What do you think the other fellers back at camp whould day if the knew what a whore you are for ol' Micah, hm?" His words sent shivers up your spine and a flush of warmth to your belly. Your cheeks felt like they were burning up. As he pushed another finger in, you stuttered out his name. "M-icah.." It felt so good. Yet it felt so embarrassing that this pig of a man had made you feel so good. He'd never let you forget about this. At this point, you weren't sure you wanted to forget it either. He kept praising you between his nibbles at your neck. He sucked at your sweet spots and left marks. "That's it, come on now." You could feel yourself grow tighter around his fingers. Right before you could feel your release, he pulled away. You let out a sad moan at the sudden emptiness. Micah shamelessly rubbed at his crotch as he let out a low chuckle. He smirked as he looked at you. Oh, how he loved this moment. Making you a mess for him so easily. "You're my little ragdoll now and I ain't lettin you go sweet thing. You belong to me." He opened his pants just enough so his member sprung free. It was already leaking with precum and gently pulsating. He gave it a few slow strokes before he turned you around. He pused a hand on your back so you would lean forward and brace your arms against the tree. He teased your entrance with his tip, letting it soak in your juices. He lined himself up with your entrance. With both hands firmly on your hips he roughly pushed in with a groan. He stopped for a second as he bottomed out, saviouring the feeling of you around him. You cried out a moan weak moan. He had good girth and a fear length to him. Just as roughly as he had pushed in he set a good pace. Pushing in hard. He moved a hand to hold onto your hair. Your head leaned back making moans slip out easier. Micah like to hear all the noises you made. You felt his thrust getting sloppier as he let go of your hear to rub at your clit. As you queezed around him you could hear him grunt more. The pulsating sensation of release shot through you and your legs started shaking. Micha pushed deep and let out a growl. His grip strong enough to make bruises on your hips. You felt him pulsate inside you. He patted your ass as he pulled out and tucked himself away.

You had to lean on the tree so you could regain your balance again. Micah let you get dressed before he helped you up onto Baylock. As he urged Baylock into a trot he came with a comment and laughed. "I might have to ask Dutch to let me drag your sweet ass along more often."

[baby-xemnas]

if gin and sanji crossed paths again what would happen........ would sanji figure it out.. would gin confess ...... who would move first or would it even be either of them?? do they stay in mayne pining forever?? would they ever have a first kiss???? shaking and trembling on the ground i miss them so much. oh fellow ginsan believer please share your visions 🙏

sanji would have no choice but to figure it out because IM HOPING when they meet again Gin is at least slightly less mangy and hobo-esque.

Sanji having an avalanche of Oh god Right you had Feelings for me and i didn't hate it 😳💘

Having someone who is so focused on YOU gotta made you feel some type of way. And Gin still calls him "Sanji-san" and no way that doesnt make Sanji tingle you know....thats a scary older man..

Confession comes from Gin but its not direct he is just very "ah yeah ive thought of you the whole time and never forgot what you did for me, meeting a kind man like you changed my life" but hes kind of subtle-ish about it - expressing those things as compliments that Sanji can be like thanks and move on - Gin very maturely giving Sanji an out (and it kinda pisses Sanji off because if Gin had been more persistent - Sanji would have an excuse ^^ But noo Gin is being annoyingly mature about it while not hiding his obsession at all...what the fuck

Gin feels crazy that he has Sanji within reach but he holds back because Sanji is amazing and important and he cant just jump him so Sanji has to....oh it makes him so mad to have to be vulnerable and confront Gin like "Are you done messing around or we will decide this like grown men" he cant Not recognize how Gin makes him feel - Gin is the only one who have ever been truly His and of course he is attracted to him (despite his best efforts. Gin couldn't be further from being a beautiful woman if he tried) but he is more shocked that this connection they've made in the brief time after they met, is still there and strong, stronger somehow because it's been tested.

my vision is that Gin kisses Sanji first once he confirms that Sanji does reciprocate his feelings somewhat (Sanji just got done bitching at him about acting like a vague weirdo) and of course all hell breaks lose because after Gin puts his hand on the back of Sanji's neck to kiss him - theres no stopping - Sanji's surprised faceis too cute and Gin waited too long for this - he held him in place cuz he didnt want to slam their mouths together suddenly and having their teeth clash - that'd ruin it! (he thought about it a lot) but holding Sanji by the nape is so intimate Gin is worried for a second he is about to get a rejection and a beating. But Sanji braces himself and allows it but starts kissing back few seconds later. Gin is trying his best not to rush, worried if he's a bad kisser (he is, Sanji will undoubtedly tell him so later) he waits for Sanji (who's got plenty impatience in him as well, it turns out) to take the lead while he wraps the other hand around Sanji's waist and admires his strong and lean body, knowing how deadly it is (getting hard cuz its SANJI!!! He is holding Sanji!!!! holy shit!!!)

When Sanji leans away to catch a breath he calls Gin a bastard and Gin is more in love than ever

[sometransgal]

ngl I straight up forgot how to blink and breathe for a second... 😳😳

I know this is old but I just realized I never replied. I'm glad that old nude made you breathless sweetheart. Maybe I'll have another treat for you soon

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

🏅Being Team Japan's Manager 🏅

Being Tendou's Baby Sister

and Dating Ushiwaka

Ushijima Wakatoshi featuring Team Japan x YN Tendou

Warnings: kissing, pda, butt grabbing, oikawa

AN: This is a request from @queen-aria-things!

🌠 Please Like, Reblog and/or Share to help support my writing 🌠

Ok hear me out YN Tendou

God I love that for you 😭

Seriously Tendou would be the COOLEST sibling

Anyways back on track Tiffany 👏🏻

Tendou always knew you had a huge mega crush on Ushiwaka

Let's say you are two years younger

So you were a first year when the Tendou and Ushi were third years

Literally you would come to practice just to witness all that was Ushijima Wakatoshi

First off, I do not blame you YN

Please take pictures for me 📷

Eventually you were just showing up so much that Coach Gremlin Washijō just made you the teams manager

This made your stalking observing of Ushiwaka way more convenient

Alas Ushiwaka for the most part ignored you 😔

Sure he was nice to you but the man was FOCUSED

Literally his schedule was as follows...

Eat, sleep, wonder why Oikawa didn't come to Shiratorizawa, Volleyball, repeat

Nevertheless, you continued your advances

Just small things here and there trying to get him to acknowledge you ☺️

But in the end, it all failed 😔

But being a Tendou, you weren't discouraged

Oh no no no

You see, things always have a funny way of working themselves out

Tendou totally gave you a mental pep talk

He wanted to blab your crush to Ushijima but you told him you'd never forgive him 😑

So he kept his trap shut 😒

After the third years left, you continued to hone your volleyball skills 🏐

Heck you even went on to manage the college Boys Volleyball Team

Honestly the skill set you possessed YN 💅

All this time, you were extremely close with your brother

He might be in France 🇫🇷 living his dream making chocolate

But you talk to him almost daily

And incidentally, he was also still besties with Ushiwaka 👀

So when Tendou told Ushiwaka how you had managed and help take your team all the way to college level nationals

Ushiwaka was impressed 👏🏻

And let's just say, it takes alot of impress that man

Thus opened the flood gates for you to make your way onto Team Japan 🏅

Ushijima reached out to you and you were honestly too stunned to speak 😳

Ok YN breathe! Just. Stay. Calm.

Forget that, panic YN!

Ushi asked you if you'd be interested in coming to interview for the manager position

Of course you jumped on that opportunity 🙄

You'd be stupid not too

Again, Iwaizumi is the athletic trainer YN

Need I say more??

You got all professionally dressed up and you looked STUNNING

Dude imagine Tendou's red hair in long sheets 😫😫😫

That's you, freaking SPECTACULAR

Switching to Ushi for a second 👀

The mans never forgot you

I mean he always liked you but you were so young when he first met you

You were basically a little sister to him

UGH FRIEND ZONED 😭

But one look at you walking into the stadium, hair down your back and dressed up 👀

Mans did not think of you as a sister anymore 😆

Suddenly he's flooded with feelings

Mans will instantly know he's going to make you his

However 👀

The rest of Team Japan will make it anything but easy for him 😅

Legit, you start working for the team a few weeks later

Obviously you are a huge asset because you not only know volleyball but you've been a manager 💅

Premium skill set achieved ✔️

The guys will all vie for your attention

And Ushijima is going to be put to the test 😅

First off, Ushijima totally calls Tendou after your interview to make sure your single

Seriously this man knows what he wants and will waste no time

Tendou is like 👉🏻👋🏻👁⭕️👁👋🏻

He's honestly so excited 😊

Please he's an amazing wingman

Like he even needs to try and sell you 🤣

Ushijima is whipped from the start

At practice, Ushijima will try to remain calm when you work with his teammates

If anything, Ushi is sensible 👌🏻

Seriously, he knows it's your job to work with the team

But that doesn't include them touching you 👀

So when Atsumu grabs you around the waist to position you properly

Ushijima is going to flip

Mans was in the middle of a spike when he saw it happen

The floor board breaks 😳

All eyes snap to Ushi who is now prowling to you

Yes prowling

Like a freaking 🦁

He stops and glares at Atsumu 😑

"Don't touch my YN"- Ushiwaka

You 👉🏻😃 whet

Atsumu 👉🏻😐🤨

Everyone else 👉🏻🍿🧎‍♀️

Literally Ushiwaka has had ENOUGH

Will drag you out of the gym

You just follow... stunned 😲

"YN, go out with me?"- Ushijima

You👉🏻😃 whet

"I like you YN"- Ushijima

You 👉🏻 😃 whet

"Dinner tonight?"- Ushijima

You 👉🏻 😃 ok

*Ushi walks away* 🚶‍♂️

Blink twice if you are lucid YN!

Immediately after practice you call your brother

Dude he's SO excited 🤗

Literally planning your wedding already 💑

After you date with Ushijima, things go pretty fast

I mean you've had a crush on the mans forever and now he likes you back 😏

Which means, you are his YN

And oh my gawd he's protective 🙃

Like he hoovers

Don't get me wrong, he allows you to do your own thing but when anyone, other than the team, it near you

😚 it's about to go down!

When the Atsumu incident happened, Ushi make it clear that you were his

Atsumu of course tested those boundaries

But that stopped quickly when Ushiwaka's spikes suddenly switched direction ��

How odd 😅

But it wasn't until the Olympics that you truly saw how protective your man was

Legit, I will use any and all excuses to bring this man into my Team Japan headcannons 🤣

I think we all know whose about to make an appearance 😬

That's right!

Your brother, Tendou Satori 👐🏻

And you guys thought I was going to say Oikawa 😒

He's coming later

Tendou and you share a few moments before Japan's match

Hugging and catching up while Ushijima warms up

"Who are you guys playing?"- Tendou

"Umm I think Argentina?"- You

Tendou 👉🏻😃 did you say Argentina?

*silence* then 👀👀

"Did someone summon me?"- Oikawa

🙄🙄🙄

"Umm hello there"- you 👋🏻 😁

"Well hello there gorgeous and who might you be?"- Oikawa

Tendou 👉🏻😃 oh no...

"Umm I'm YN, the manager for Team Japan! And you are?"- You

Suddenly a giant arm wraps around your waist and you are pulled close to a fuming Ushijima

Do you guys remember in season 3 when he was like radiating heat?

This 👇🏻

Yeah that's what he's doing now

"Ahh the great stoic Ushiwaka"- Oikawa

Tendou, quick run and grab the fire extinguisher 🧯

"Oikawa"- Ushiwaka 😑

"I was just talking to your gorgeous manager here and hoping I could snag her number"- Oikawa

Ope 😃

"Sorry Oikawa, YN's mine"- Ushijima, imposing as ever

Oikawa 👉🏻😃 whet

You 👉🏻😅👋🏻

Tendou 👉🏻🖐🏻👁⭕️👁🖐🏻

"Come on baby, let's get back to the gym"- Ushijima

Mans will go over the top in showing affection too

Potential butt squeeze and/or hip grab in front of Oikawa 💅

Petty AF but we love to see it 👏🏻

Once you get back to the gym, Ushijima is going to give you the longest kiss in history appropriate for public 😉

He's fired up YN 🤚🏻

Consider your plight as an opportunity for team Japan to win

Suddenly Ushiwaka's spikes seem to be aimed at a certain brown haired setter 👀

Iwaizumi approves this message 👌🏻

And you just sigh, knowing perfectly well what you got yourself into 👐🏻

[chanfictions]

kakashi + yamato (if u write for him) (seperate) with the ‘there was only one bed’ trope? 😳

Okay, okay. I know this was supposed to be a request for the one bed trope, but before I knew what happened, I had engineered a scenario, and getting there required plot, and that spawned a whole fricken story, which then led to me getting incredibly carried away… I don't know what happened. There is a single bed buried in here somewhere, though I think I am now far more than two feet to the left of your ask, so I apologize for that. I'm still attaching this story to your request even though it isn't the smut you asked for since it was this prompt that set the whole picture in motion.

Edited to add: big thanks to @lemony-snickers for beta-reading for me when my brain was too cooked to edit without a second set of eyes. I was so tired when I posted this that my dumb self forgot to add this bit.

Masquerade

Yamato x Reader

After a hastily assigned mission takes an unexpected turn, you and Captain Yamato finally find the time to address the long-standing elephant in the room.

11k

"You summoned me, sir?" Peering into the large, open office, you scanned the room for a moment, waiting for acknowledgement before setting foot in the domain of the leader of your village. From your vantage point in the doorway, he was nowhere to be seen, though you heard quiet rumblings that abruptly hushed upon the announcement of your arrival. Another figure stood in front of the desk, their back turned to you, blocking your view of the Hokage's chair. Heat crept into your cheeks, as you immediately recognized them from behind. Yamato.

"Yes, please come in," Kakashi spoke coolly, clearing his throat as he glanced around the obstruction to wave you in.

Straightening yourself and willing your face to cool behind the cover of your anbu mask, you confidently strode toward him, taking your place beside Yamato with your eyes trained firmly forward. It felt as though the pictures of Hokages past hanging on the walls were staring through your soul and reading your mind. "What can I do for you, Lord Sixth?"

Suppressing his urge to ask you not to call him that, Kakashi took a breath and exhaled before speaking again. "I was just beginning to tell Captain Yamato that I have a special mission that I need to assign somewhat urgently, and I think the two of you will be perfectly suited for it," he explained, placing his hands on two files at the edge of his desk.

"What's the assignment?"

"This is a… rather unique operation. We're calling it a bait and switch. It's likely going to get a little messy with how little notice we were given to prepare, but you two are going to be acting as body doubles and impersonating some very important clients of the village. They have reason to believe that someone is going to make an assassination attempt on them at the event you'll be attending in their stead. Another team is already en route. They will handle the assassin, assuming there is one, and subdue them covertly before the ceremony starts while you two stand in for the clients. Since you're one of our most adept with the transformation jutsu, I've chosen you to accompany Captain Yamato."

You stood there blankly, blinking in confusion as the words began to sink in through your momentary distraction. "Excuse me, sir, did you say ceremony?"

"Yes. This is a wedding. Did I not mention that earlier?"

"You did, Ka--I mean, Lord Hokage, just before she arrived," Yamato cleared his throat stiffly.

Your brain malfunctioned for a moment as your heart climbed into your mouth, fighting through the swell in your chest to maintain the air of composure and professionalism befitting a shinobi of your standing. "And… who is it we will be impersonating?"

"The head of a noble family from the Land of Tea," Kakashi stated casually as he slid the files forward. "We forged a relationship with them some years ago when I was leading Team Seven. Everything you will need to know about the event and all of the personal details about the identities you will be assuming are in these mission dossiers."

Chewing the inside of your cheek to maintain your air of calm, you carefully plucked the packet of papers from his desk, scanning through them to glean some vague details regarding your assignment. Pictures, statistics, and relationship diagrams related to the woman you were to become flashed before your eyes as you flipped through the pages. "And where will the clients be staying while we are replacing them?" You inquired without looking up.

"Here, in the village. They'll be stowed in a discrete location after arriving under the guise of shopping for wedding gifts for the event. You two will assume their identities and leave as them," Kakashi said with a glance to the open window, shifting in his seat as a messenger bird perched on the sill. Upon unrolling the sealed scroll attached to its leg, he hummed lightly before rolling the parchment up and setting it aside again. "Looks like they'll be arriving ahead of schedule. I need you two to get ready to head out as quickly as possible. Meet at the designated location at dusk to make the swap."

"Understood."

~

This is what I get for being so goddamn good at doing impressions, you thought to yourself with a heavy sigh as you sat upon a creaky bench in the courtyard of the administrative building housing Kakashi's office, mission dossier flopped open on your lap. Having precious little time to study, you chose to forego returning home before embarking on this assignment and instead spent your time absorbing as much information from the pages in front of you as possible. Mannerisms, pitch of voice, quirks of the face that appeared only with genuine emotions all needed to be memorized if you were to fool those closest to these people into believing that you were in fact the genuine article. Transformation jutsu and body doubling weren't just about physically appearing identical to your mark -- you had to become them, and that's precisely why you were tapped for this mission. At least, that was how it appeared on the surface.

Your mind drifted off as the implications of the details involving this mission began to sink in. You had to pose as Yamato's wife. Well, as the wife of the man he was impersonating, at least. But that meant behaving as a happily married couple with Yamato. Your face flamed, prompting you to pick up the bound copy of your notes to hide your tenuously contained embarrassment behind open pages as you swallowed back a lump in your throat. The carefully packaged affections -- rather, this crush -- you harbored for your assigned partner were bubbling dangerously close to the surface of your professional exterior.

You and Yamato had been dancing around this for months. Neither of you seemed quite daring enough to make the first move, being unaware of the feelings each harbored for the other. Yamato could be a touch stiff sometimes when it came to matters of the heart, even when off duty, and the last thing you wanted to do was spook him. You worked together frequently and had superb chemistry when it came to collaborating on missions, but you just couldn't get a read on him to know if there was anything beyond that. You went on assuming your feelings were unreciprocated and kept them to yourself until about a week ago when Yugao ribbed you playfully about Yamato stealing glances at you when your team had gone out for drinks on a much-needed day off.

Not a good time, brain, you silently chastised yourself, shaking your head as you took a deep breath and lowered the documents onto your lap again. There were far more important things to be worrying about than your schoolgirlish interest, namely getting into character for your mission. With how many close friends and relatives you would be interacting with, this was one situation where your acting skills needed to be absolutely on point.

Glancing up at the lazy orange rays filtering off the setting sun, you closed your mission dossier after having spent the last couple of hours absorbing all of the data contained within those bindings and rose to your feet, adjusting your mask slightly.

Better get a move on. The show's about to start.

With a loud pop of your neck and a deep, cleansing breath, you vanished into the rustling trees.

~

I can't believe people actually live like this, Yamato thought to himself as he cleared his throat and took a seat beside you in the carriage belonging to the faces you both currently wore. While he had been on his fair share of missions for the elite, the decadence with which they lived still never ceased to amaze him. A pile of gifts and carefully wrapped packages occupied the opposite bench, flaunting the wealth of the nobles who hired the Hidden Leaf for this mission. Paper rustled and shifted slightly as the cabin began to move. Camouflaging his opinions under the mild-mannered guise of his mark, Yamato brushed a bit of fuzz from the plush fabric of the seat and gazed through the sheer coverings hanging over the carriage's window as it traveled through the village's gates. At least everything is going smoothly.

Dawn had just broken in the Land of Fire, and its quiet warmth filtered into the small space he shared with you. It was remarkably pleasant. The sun yawned its way through the clouds, shining sleepy rays of light across the horizon as it readied itself for another day of work illuminating the landscape below.

With a quiet hum, Yamato reached for the dainty hand of his mark's wife, making idle chat as he laced his fingers through yours in the affectionate manner he had observed during his brief meeting with the couple the night before. "Did you enjoy your shopping trip in the village?"

Your heart skipped a beat. "I only wish we could have stayed longer," you sighed wistfully with the noblewoman's musical timbre. "I simply can't get enough of these quaint little villages. They're just so adorably rustic," you chirped. "Like stepping into another world. It's just so fascinating."

Still as skilled as ever at putting on a show, Yamato mused to himself from behind his transformation. He couldn't help but to admire how easily you settled into these roles, adopting the mannerisms and quirks of strangers from nothing but a brief meeting and a cram session with a profile book. If he didn't know any better, he would have thought he was holding the real Lady Nanami's hand. He admired so much more about you, but it just never seemed like the right time to say something about it. "Shame it's such a lengthy trip," he hummed in return.

"Oh, please. You know you're just going to sleep the entire way to the venue," you teased with a melodic laugh.

That's right. Yamato managed a quiet chuckle befitting Lord Tenji and leaned over to press a chaste kiss to your cheek before settling into his seat and closing his eyes. "Ah, darling. You know me too well."

"I'll wake you when we arrive." Were it not for your extensive training and impressive poker face, you might have broken character when the man played by Yamato brushed his lips so daringly close to yours and sent an army of butterflies flitting wildly about in your stomach. All you could do was enjoy it for a moment under the unabashed mask of a doting wife and try to remind yourself that you were just playing pretend.

~

As expected, the day-long journey from the village to the accommodations booked for the wedding was largely uneventful, save for a minor detour after you discovered the bridge you were to take into town had been damaged under suspicious circumstances. You hummed quietly for much of the ride, tapping coded details about the mission status against your faux-husband's knuckles as he feigned sleep and snored convincingly on the bench seat beside you. When the carriage finally halted and you spotted a large building through the window coverings, you gave Yamato's disguised shoulder a nudge.

"Wake up, dear. We're here."

Just hearing those words leave your lips caused the butterflies in your stomach to return with a vengeance. You smiled teasingly as Yamato's Tenji mask made the grumbling sounds one might make after sleeping through a long trip and peered through the window with squinting eyes. He gave your hand another brief squeeze before one of the couple's attendants opened the carriage door, prompting Yamato to exit and offer a hand to his darling wife. Donning the noblewoman's air of confidence, you placed your palm in his and carefully stepped out of the cabin, admiring the impressive building before you. A sucker for architecture, Yamato was staring at its lovely features as well. Several stories tall, the traditionally-styled inn was adorned with beautifully carved, ornate curves highlighting the corners of the multi-tiered roof. It was a breathtaking sight for you, though Lady Nanami would hardly be so impressed.

"A little small for such a large wedding, don't you think?" You hummed with her cheery, condescending tone.

"Mm, it hardly matters, so long as our room has that spacious bath we requested," her husband's voice chortled just loud enough for the help to overhear. If you didn't know better, you might have thought Yamato was enjoying this.

Oh, how you wished you could break character right now. Instead, all you could do was buzz with the appropriate amount of mischievous laughter befitting a married noblewoman as you accompanied your husband into the hotel. As you went through the lengthy, formal greetings that needed to be bestowed upon fellow honored guests that you met upon entering the lobby, your mind began to wander while you operated on autopilot. You toyed with the idea that this was some kind of elaborate setup on Kakashi's part -- an effort to meddle in his friend's distinct lack of a love life by inserting you into his target's sights as a person of interest.

That's absurd. He's the goddamn Hokage, not a middle school matchmaker. This is a mission. FOCUS.

Your eyes flicked from face to face, searching for any that didn't appear in your dossier. So far, there didn't seem to be anyone unexpected present, though you were well aware that all of the guests had yet to arrive. Some likely wouldn't be here until morning. While it wasn't part of your orders to apprehend the unknown suspect in question, you still needed to be on alert. Just as your gaze fell upon a face that you couldn't quite place, an attendant stole your attention, informing you that he would be showing you and your husband to your suite. Two small taps against your palm indicated that Yamato had spied the same unknown figure, prompting you to squeeze his hand in acknowledgement before beginning to chatter to the man rolling your suitcases about the accommodations your room was to have.

"Rest assured, Lady Nanami, the room is most certainly up to your standards," the young man beamed with a saccharine smile as he unlocked the door, ushering you and your partner inside. He deposited the keys into your masquerading husband's hands, still with that forced friendliness pulling at his lips. "Please, don't hesitate to call the front desk should you need anything at all."

As the door clicked shut, your eyes fell upon the alarmingly lavish accommodations contained in the deceivingly spacious suite in which you stood beside your fellow actor. A king-sized, canopy bed more ornate than anything you had ever laid eyes on in your life was the crown jewel in the center of the main room, topped with more decorative pillows and plush blankets than could ever possibly be necessary. The fluttering in your stomach returned upon realizing you were likely going to be sharing that enormous mattress with Yamato for the duration of your mission. While there was a chaise lounge tucked against the far window, you doubted he would risk being caught sleeping anywhere that would be deemed out of character on the off chance that someone came to the couple's room between the rehearsal dinner and the wedding ceremony.

"Sweetheart, why don't you go check on the state of that bath? I'd hate to get settled in if it isn't what we requested," you chimed, still standing beside the door, unsure if anyone was still lingering outside. With a quick twist of your hands, you signed, 'spider'.

Yamato gave you a slight nod before prattling on in the teasing tone of a recently married man as he began checking around the bathroom for listening devices.

You answered with coded, flirtatious retorts as you casually flipped through the bedding, searching other areas of the room for any insidious items that may have been planted prior to your arrival. While you expected this assassination attempt to occur over dinner, you chose to err on the side of caution. The last thing you needed was to have your cover blown before the rehearsal even began.

"Well?" You chirped from beside the heavy, wooden dresser, peering innocently around the large mirror as you scanned every inch of the suite.

"It's perfect," the voice of Nanami's husband called back after a bit of cabinet opening and towel shuffling was heard from the bathroom, which was code for all clear. "What about the bed?"

"A little frilly for my taste, but it will suffice."

Yamato chuckled softly. Only she could adopt someone else's sense of humor so quickly. "We have a little while yet before the rehearsal, do you want to take that bath?"

Heat flashed through your cheeks, as you imagined those words being delivered in Yamato's rich baritone instead of the stuffy drawl of your character's husband. Stay on mission! Your inner voice berated you so loudly that you were sure the entire building could hear. Clearing your throat, you replied cheekily in a dazzling display of manufactured composure with a sly smile perched upon the noblewoman's lips, "I'm afraid we don't have nearly enough time for that."

Wait… is she… did she think I meant… oh, hell… Yamato froze for a moment, as his brain malfunctioned over whether it was deciphering a coded message or being flirted with.

You weren't entirely sure what you meant by that yourself, if it was intended to be your character teasing her husband or if you were making veiled passes at Yamato. Perhaps, beneath the acting and the impressions, it was a bit of both. Shaking your head as you admonished yourself again, you began unpacking your bags, setting out a smattering of your ninja tools mixed in with the absurdly fancy dress you would be required to wear in another hour or so. Truthfully, you did want a bath, as the long trip spent sitting in a carriage in someone else's clothes left you feeling a bit itchy, but there wasn't enough time. The real Nanami explained to you that getting into this particular dress required a bit of gymnastics and controlled breathing, recommending that you not wait until the last minute to attempt putting it on.

"I didn't realize it had gotten so late already," Yamato finally spoke again after regaining his bearings, stepping out of the bathroom to see you staging the bed with all of the things you would require for the evening.

"You wouldn't know since you slept through it, but the trip took a bit longer since one of the main bridges was out," you hummed, eyeing him and then the door as you hid your knives.

Hearing the movement outside, he apologized as he swiped a few objects out of sight beneath the many pillows. "Right. I suppose I missed that."

Three light taps rattled the door, and a familiar voice rang through from outside. "Room service, courtesy of the bride and groom."

Seriously? Is this their big plan? Yamato's fingers tightened around the hilt of a kunai as he calmly strode toward the door, peering through the peephole carved into the top. There, with a silver cart topped with bottles of very expensive looking sake, stood the attendant who showed you to your room not twenty minutes ago.

After taking a breath, you pressed down on the sides of your ribs, making your voice sound strained as you did your best impression of a Nanami panicked by embarrassment. "For the love of--Husband! Don't you dare open that door!"

Yamato watched through the peephole as the young man's face tarnished with a lovely shade of red upon hearing your shrill cry. "Erm, yes. As you heard, I'm afraid I can't open the door right now. Please leave whatever it is on the table there." That seemed to be enough to scare him off, as he quickly deposited the bottle next to a vase on the table to the side of the door before hastily moving on to the next room. Yamato breathed a momentary sigh of relief, giving you a signal for all clear.

What? You signed with a perplexed expression.

After ensuring that the door was locked, Yamato mimed drinking. That absurd gesture might have gotten a small smile out of you were it not for the grave reminder that followed -- a warning delivered on borrowed hands. Poison. While the probably was implied, neither of you were going to risk it, especially while in the middle of a mission in which the people you were masquerading as were actively the targets of a still unknown assassin.

With a slight nod, you looked back down at the mess you had made of the bedding in your rush to hide your tools, wrinkling your nose as you realized that now was the time to get yourself wrestled into that rib-breakingly clingy dress. Getting the hint, Yamato gathered the suit he was to wear and whisked off to the bathroom to make a quick change.

You, meanwhile, were cursing under your breath as you executed the series of complicated maneuvers and breathing techniques Lady Nanami detailed would be required to wriggle your way into that thing. Why couldn't she just have chosen a different dress? The conversation regarding this very thing hung in the back of your mind as you recalled Kakashi attempting to bargain with her on the matter for the sake of the mission, but Nanami refused to budge, insisting that it would be out of character for her to come dressed in anything else.

With a quiet, frustrated growl, you looked up at your disheveled reflection upon hearing Yamato's footsteps move into the room again and watched him approach you from behind. You thanked your lucky stars that you had such a good poker face, as the embarrassment that would have been flaming your head otherwise would have been intolerable. While you were half-zipped into the medieval torture device cleverly disguised as lady's ware, Yamato was fully clothed, looking quite dapper while cloaked in a strange man's face. Apparently, getting into a suit required far less effort. Maybe I should have made him go as Lady Nanami instead.

Both you and Yamato knew this was probably going to be an issue, as Lady Nanami had offhandedly mentioned that she sometimes needed a little bit of help getting zipped in, though neither of you had discussed how this would pan out in practice. There just wasn't enough time. Having worked with you extensively in the past, Yamato was well aware that you disliked enclosed spaces, especially after a particularly sketchy mission that had you squished into a crack in a rockface for two days to avoid enemy detection. This dress definitely qualified as an enclosed space.

"Exhale," Yamato murmured in his own voice, gingerly setting his hands on either side of your ribs in an effort to provide some familiarity and be grounding. The heat of his breath fanning your neck as he stood directly behind you felt oddly pleasant despite your growing discomfort with Nanami's godforsaken dress.

Hunched over the edge of the dresser, you let out the last little bit of air in your lungs to shrink your rib cage enough for Yamato to advance the zipper and wrap down the accompanying clasps. You felt like you might actually pass out when you tried to inhale again and found your lung capacity to be extremely restricted. "I'm a sitting duck in this thing," you whispered.

"Everything is going to be fine. Just remember what she said about breathing vertically and keep playing the part," he stated calmly while keeping his volume to a minimum.

"I can't bend or reach the kunai on my leg," you all but wheezed while maintaining an eerily straight face. "Do we have a plan b?"

Yamato's borrowed eyes scanned the mask of calm you were wearing over Lady Nanami's face, noting the tension in your jaw that was becoming more and more difficult to conceal. "Unfortunately, no. You're going to have to just tough it out. We always intended for you to be bait to draw them out if it came down to it, but don't worry. Lady Nanami's husband isn't going to leave her side, and we have the other team working in the shadows. You aren't going to be a sitting duck." While Yamato's carefully delivered words came as a slight reassurance, they did little to remedy the obvious functional issues your present state would have on dealing with assassins. Disguising his voice again, he spoke with his hands still on your sides. "Sit down over here. I'll help you with your shoes."

You followed his direction without objection and awkwardly lowered yourself onto the padded chair near the window, taking the opportunity to get a handle on breathing with this much pressure crushing your ribs. Meanwhile, Yamato knelt before you and buckled shoes very unfit for shinobi life onto your feet. It felt strange, letting him dress you like a doll, but it was all part of the mission, you told yourself -- not to mention the fact that you had little chance of leaning over and putting on those shoes yourself with how stiff the bodice of your dress was. This was just a bit of professional role play. Pretend with a paycheck, nothing more.

With a quiet smile, he retrieved an item from his pocket and clasped a piece of delicate jewelry around the back of your neck, taking his time to adjust the shimmering stone pendant to sit properly just below your collarbones with a few careful turns of the chain. "You look lovely." Thinking that was part of the act, you glanced up at him to say a thanks appropriate for the situation. When he unexpectedly brushed the cheek of your character's mask almost affectionately, for an instant it seemed he wasn't smiling at her, but rather, he was smiling at you. "Shall we, my dear Nanami?"

A pang of rejection struck your chest as the illusion shattered and you took his outstretched hand, wearing your most convincing smile.

~

When you arrived at the banquet hall arm-in-arm with your fellow fraud, you were greeted by quite an impressive sight as you stepped through the threshold leading into the ballroom. Hardly seeming like a mere rehearsal dinner, the tables and chairs were elegantly set as though they were ready for the main event. The grand chandelier hanging from the impossibly high ceiling glittered and threw twinkling sparkles around the vast space, shrouding everything the light touched in fairytale glamor.

"Mikasa outdid herself," you hummed knowingly in Nanami's melodic voice as you struggled to contain your awe at the extravagance of it all while simultaneously controlling your breathing so as to not pass out.

"Nami-chan, you made it!" An excited voice squealed in surprise from across the hall. The blushing bride, your identity's dear friend, rushed toward you with outstretched arms.

With a twist of guilt wringing your heart that you were a mere imitation of the woman the bride thought you to be, you echoed her enthusiasm and wrapped her in a warm hug, recalling that the two were quite close and that this was an appropriate greeting, according to your file. "Darling! Look at you -- you're positively radiant! Of course I made it. I wouldn't have missed your special day for the world."

"I was so worried after hearing about that bridge and those bandits--" Mikasa chattered dramatically, pausing abruptly as she laid eyes on the help shuffling about in the background. "Excuse me," she whispered before quickly clearing her throat and clacking off to address some grievous offense made by a hapless kitchen worker. "Young man! What are you doing with that? Those go over -- give me -- yes, I'm aware this dress is worth more than your house -- give me that right now--"

Stifling laughter, you and Yamato glanced at each other briefly before taking your marked seats at the table meant for the rehearsal. Nanami had warned you of her friend's micromanaging antics and gave you permission to giggle if Mikasa did anything ridiculous, as Nanami herself would have been cracking up at such a sight. It wouldn't have surprised Nanami to hear that her friend had all but thrown herself two weddings. You were only sorry she couldn't be here to see it.

As the minutes ticked by and Mikasa squeaked panicked orders at the overworked kitchen staff, the rest of the guests slowly began filtering in, filling the chamber with the low, echoing hum of idle conversation. You donned your best haughty expression as every mover and shaker in the Land of Tea stopped by to get chummy with the Lord and Lady played by Yamato and yourself as they waited for the bride and groom to make their official appearance. All the while, you and your disguised comrade were working to suss out the rat -- scanning for signs of discontent amongst the groveling passersby as they stopped by your places to humbly kiss ass before taking their own seats, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

Critically eyeing the room, you made a show of seeming displeased over something trivial with a slight gesture of your hand before leaning in toward your companion. "Are we sure we're the targets?" you whispered against Yamato's cheek over the quiet trills of the strings warming up in the background.

"Positive. There isn't nearly as much to be gained politically by going after Mikasa or her family. It has to be… us," he murmured back in a near inaudible hum, placing his hand on your shoulder in a manner that an onlooker might interpret as him trying to placate you before you broke apart and both settled properly into your respective seats again.

The lights dimmed momentarily as the band began to thrum into quiet song. The remaining guests shuffling about took this as their cue to find their seats, and the room's eyes collectively turned to the center of the ballroom as Mikasa and her husband-to-be made a dramatic entrance, stepping out from the shadows into the beautifully tiled pattern beneath the grand chandelier. She beamed proudly as the lights fell upon her, illuminating her sparkling dress with an ethereal glow as the man at her side addressed the room. Formal greetings and words of gratitude were bestowed upon all in attendance before they went on into speaking briefly about the event planned for the following day.

"But please, enjoy dinner and drinks before we get into the rehearsal itself," Mikasa declared with a wide smile, gesturing to the waiting staff. Heads turned to follow the sound of a train of rolling carts as a line of impeccably dressed kitchen workers appeared one after another, each with a single silver platter topped with a shining dome and accompanying drink on their respective trolly. "Each plate specially was prepared for all of your unique tastes as our clan's way of showing our humble gratitude for the support shown by each and every one of your houses."

The bride's gushing speech buzzed into the accompaniment of the strings as you focused upon the carefully choreographed dance displayed by the kitchen staff as they made the setting -- moving in sync as they placed their trays before their assigned guest, revealing the specialized meals hidden behind shining domes. The rich smells of delicious food and sounds of delighted chatter filled the room as the line of honored guests set their eyes upon the lavish meal prepared just for them. Each plate and paired drink was unique, which made detecting any acts of subterfuge all the more difficult. You couldn't simply look for differences in the spread, which made you all the more suspicious.

Yamato seemed to be following the same line of thought as you, as he feigned interest in seeing what was served down the line before setting his sights on the plate in front of him.

You gazed curiously at your own meal, recalling that it was what Nanami stated to have chosen off of the list she was provided in the wedding invitation. As your eyes trailed upward, following the reflective dome up the hand holding it, you spied a familiar face painted with the same stiff expression as the rest of the line of chefs.

The attendant.

"Enjoy your meal, my Lady," he hummed with a soft bow before turning heel and following the train of carts out of sight once again with the rest of his identically dressed cohorts.

The gears cranked rapidly in your head as you sorted through all of the available data. Nothing about this seemed correct. The setting of the rehearsal dinner, the absurd number of dishes offered -- none of it fell in line with your previously conceived notions of how a wedding typically worked. While you assumed some concessions needed to be made, considering the social standings of these people, something besides the chokingly tight fit of your dress sucked the air from your lungs. None of the guests struck you as suspicious -- only the reappearing attendant who now seemed to be kitchen staff exuded any hint of malice, and his could simply be attributed to a dislike of the elite.

The chime of a glass and the clearing of a throat prompted everyone including you and Yamato to look up. The blushing bride offered another exuberant speech that was largely drowned out by your noisily processing thoughts. It wasn't until glasses were raised in a celebratory toast that you reacted, wearing the aloof smile of an aristocrat as you daintily lifted your glass and joined in the group's declaration of cheers.

A toast. Of course. What better way to ensure everyone takes a drink.

As the liquid in your goblet splashed upon your tongue with a metallic tang that seemed to confirm your suspicions, you reached under the table and placed your hand on Yamato's knee as you slowly tapped letters out in code to signify you were about to be in trouble before reluctantly swallowing the swill as you made smiling eye contact with Mikasa.

Yamato cleared his throat, knowing he had to remain in character despite the dire implications of your tapped message as he drank from his own glass to keep up his charade. Curiously, he found nothing wrong with his drink's taste as you had. Only Lady Nanami was the target? What did we miss? Wait -- did she just drink that knowing it was tainted?

Without missing a beat, you set your drink down, dabbing your lips with a napkin as you tapped a final string of letters against Yamato's thigh. B - A - I - T. You made strong eye contact with him before making polite dinner conversation and picked up your hand to retrieve your utensils to tuck into your meal. By this point, you were in far too deep to cut the mission short just to save your own skin. You knew the risks when you signed up for this. No matter the cost, you were going to see it through to the end.

What the hell is she thinking, baiting the target to reveal themself by letting them believe she's as good as dead? Is that her plan? What about the other team? Yamato chewed his food thoughtfully, his calm facade carefully camouflaging the sickening sensation twisting about in his guts that was wholly unrelated to the meal set before him. Alright, so suppose we wait out the dinner, then what? We have no idea how long whatever she drank is going to take to cause problems or if the antidotes in our medipak are even going to be effective on whatever this is. I'm sure whoever set this in motion doesn't want to cause a scene in front of all of these people. Poison implies it was meant to be discrete. Maybe that means we have a bit of time.

You maintained the carefully crafted mask of Lady Nanami's bubbly demeanor throughout the duration of the meal despite the nauseating burn that was beginning to ravage your insides. When Mikasa rose from her throne to announce that it was now time to rehearse the dance reserved for the noble families, your chest tightened into knots. Sitting down while maintaining this poker face through the roaring agony you were in was one thing. Dancing while you felt like your guts were melting was another beast entirely. All the while, the bride seemed to be keenly focused on you and Yamato while she spoke, as though she were expecting something to happen when she summoned you and her guests to the dance floor. Much to Mikasa's dismay, you rose to your feet after taking Yamato's outstretched hand, following him to the ballroom floor with cleverly disguised support to keep you from collapsing.

As soon as one of the other guests leaves, we can slip out without drawing any attention to ourselves, Yamato reasoned silently. He only hoped you were going to last that long. Judging by the clammy sweat slicking your palms, that window of opportunity needed to open itself sooner rather than later. "Keep it together," he murmured against your temple as he led you through the dance steps dictated by the onlooking bride.

You could only manage a bit of a hum in reply. All of your energy was currently occupied with maintaining your transformation and wearing Lady Nanami's delighted expression while Yamato directed your movements around the room as it began to spin. The songs droned on and the pitches of the instruments began to bend and groan out of sync with reality as the tangled notes tumbled into your head. Sweat was beginning to bead on your brow. The dress seemed to be growing tighter by the second. Swallowing hard with that cheerful mask still plastered to your face, you squeezed Yamato's hand in alternating bursts.

S - O - S.

Yamato flexed his jaw as he scanned the room, looking for any sign that the other guests were getting ready to retire, but there didn't seem to be a sluggish soul in sight. Damn. She's at her limit. Time to improvise. After a moment of thought, he glanced down at the fancy, delicate looking stilettos that were strapped to your feet, eyeing the slim point on which you were precariously balanced. Tenji is a bit of a klutz, right? He mulled over the details of his dossier for a beat before deciding to move forward with his plan regardless. With a calculated, clumsy-looking step, he sent you off balance with a swipe of his foot, resulting in your pointed heel snapping away from its sole with a resounding crack.

"My shoe--" You gasped in genuine surprise through the fog of disorienting pain that left you dizzy and teetering already. You stumbled, shifting your weight onto your other foot and leaned heavily into your dance partner's chest, now realizing what Yamato was up to.

"Oh, darling. I'm so sorry," he babbled sheepishly, quickly swiping the broken spike from the floor, eyeing the reactions of the crowd. It seemed his performance was convincing enough, as he received a judgmental glance from a single couple before they quickly averted their eyes. "Let's return to our room for a spare pair, shall we?"

Nodding with feigned embarrassment, you circled an arm around him for support as he swiftly guided you out of the hall. Glancing over your shoulder, you spied Mikasa staring into the back of your head with a festering malice beginning to stain her features.

It's her.

~

"Almost there," Yamato's voice strained the limits of his disguise as he hurriedly helped you through the halls that led back to your shared room. Raspy breaths wheezed beside him as your hand knotted into the back of his suit jacket, holding on for dear life as you began losing control of the chakra maintaining the illusion of Lady Nanami's visage. With an arm awkwardly wrapped around your waist, he fumbled with the keys to unlock the door as you melted into his shoulder, hiding your face from the mercifully deserted hallway as the illusion shattered and your true features emerged.

"Dress," you croaked desperately, twisting under Yamato's arm the second the door clicked shut as you yanked at the front of the constrictive wrapping. "Get it off--"

Scrambling to keep a grip on you as you stumbled toward the bathroom in a feverish daze, Yamato struggled to make quick work of the clasps between your jerky movements and the tight press of your ribs against the fabric. Releasing his own transformation, he gripped your sides to keep you still as you lurched forward. "Listen to me. You need to pull yourself together for ten seconds so I can get this thing off of you without destroying it. Exhale."

With your head spinning and your stomach threatening to crawl out of your mouth, you latched onto the familiar voice, finding a moment of focus to empty your lungs enough for him to release the clasps and yank the zipper down your back. This was decidedly not how you expected your hypothetical first time experiencing Yamato ripping your clothes off of you to go. You twisted yourself halfway out of the medieval trapping before caving over the toilet and heaving with the fabric still bunched up around your hips.

Brows twisted into knots, Yamato quickly returned to the main room and rifled through the suitcases, digging out the medical pack you had the foresight to bring along for the mission.

"Red -- vial--" you gasped between bouts of retching. You knew what this was, or so you hoped. The taste tainting your wine led you to believe it was a poison favored by hired hitmen, and that one of the vials in your bag would at least buy you some time. A cold sweat slicked your entire body as you clutched the rim of the bowl and tremors climbed your spine.

This is bad. Yamato's eyes narrowed on your twisted form as you dangled over the open seat while he plucked the proper syringe from the lot. A sickening twinge of guilt twisted around in his chest as he made his way back over to you. He was the one who told you that you were probably going to be bait. He gave the order to suck it up and carry on like your insides weren't melting. He told you that everything was going to be fine.

"Whatever this is is definitely in your bloodstream now. The food probably just slowed it down," he stated while trying to maintain an air of calm as he knelt beside your crumpled body.

Coughing and spitting the bile that clung to your tongue, you shifted sideways to sit on the floor, still half tangled in Nanami's dress. Feeling like deep fried death, now was not the time to be coy or shy around your partner. The mission was still incomplete. Your feelings aside, you needed to neutralize the poison before you were completely incapacitated. "Give me the… the thing," you rasped in a confused drawl, motioning to the syringe in his hand as you fumbled with the fabric gathered around your legs.

"Just -- here--"

Before you could quarrel about who was doing what, Yamato unceremoniously grabbed a handful of fabric, shoving the wrinkled mess out of the way to expose your thigh. With the other hand, he jabbed you with the syringe, emptying its contents into the meatiest part of your muscle. You grimaced, growling audibly and cursing under your breath as the noxious ache associated with that substance buzzed through your blood.

"Is that going to be enough? Any idea how much you actually ingested?" He inquired while setting the empty vial down, trying to get you to focus by pointing your face at his. All thoughts of the mission seemed to have been emptied from his head. Now, he was more concerned about you.

"Mikasa," you hissed through your teeth, ignoring the question as your head fell back against the cabinets behind you.

"No, we went over this. She's -- damnit, is that poison clouding your head, too?"

"No," you grunted, swallowing back more bile rising in your throat. "She -- ordered the hit. Had to be her," you choked out between pained breaths, clenching your eyes shut. "If she -- wants power... dead Nanami -- means chaos," you rasped as beads of sweat rolled down your face.

With his mind returning to the mission for a moment, it struck Yamato that you were likely correct. Nanami being the actual heir and head of the family, it made sense that killing her might throw things into disarray if someone wanted to stage a coup. "If that's the case, and Mikasa is behind this, we are way beyond our mission parameters. We don't have authorization to move against the noble families," Yamato clenched his jaw in frustration, glancing between you and the door as the gears in his head turned. "We have to contact the village with this information. We need new orders."

"Scroll," you strained between labored breaths, pointing a shaky arm to the main room at the suitcase sprawled open on the floor beside the bed. "I brought -- one of Sai's."

Of course she did. "Alright, hang tight for a second." Yamato studied you for a beat before standing. You were not in great shape, but this had to be done. Heading into the main room to scrawl out a message, he carried the special parchment over to the window, laying it out on a table before slicing his thumb on a kunai and drawing a swipe of blood over the seal in the corner to activate the jutsu. The ink upon the page twitched and crawled up from the letters, slithering together into the form of an owl. Yamato opened the window with a slight grunt, sending the creature off into the night. Now, all he could do was wait.

The sound of heaving and shuffling fabric coming from the bathroom drew his attention again, sending his own stomach twisting back into nauseating knots of worry. He walked back through the mess he had made of the room in his scramble to dig out the medipak and paused in the bathroom doorway, eyes falling upon your tensed shoulders as you spat more bile into the bowl and moved to sit defeatedly beside it once more, kicking off your broken shoes and twisting uncomfortably as you tried to worm yourself the rest of the way out of that godforsaken dress. Muttered curses and mockery left your cracked lips as you struggled. "Sadistic cow--"

Yamato stifled a laugh as you imitated Lady Nanami under your breath. Even when you looked like death, your sense of humor was still intact. "Here, let me help you with that before you get yourself more tangled up."

"Thank your stars -- that you didn't have to -- wear this thing," you huffed, face contorted in pain and embarrassment as Yamato grabbed the fabric bunched around your hips and shimmied it upward, finding it was easier to get off over your head.

Yamato had something amusing to say about that, but he bit his tongue. Now is not the time. Holding a dress worth more than his yearly salary, he gazed down at you as you sat on the tile in your underwear, looking ready to keel over. With an uneasy exhale, he hung the crumpled mess over a towel rack and snagged a washcloth from a nearby pile, dampening it with cool water before kneeling down in front of you again. "I'm sorry. This was definitely not part of the plan," he lamented while gently swiping the soothing cold over your face.

"We needed to stay in character," you muttered in a strained breath, stuffing down the urge to be sick again. "And I need… to not be upright," you grunted after a nauseating swallow, shifting away from the delightfully cool cloth on your face in order to lay on your side.

"Hey, none of that," Yamato grappled with your uncooperative limbs to sit you back up with growing concern staining his features and worry tightening his throat. "We don't know anything about what you ingested or if that antidote even worked. If you lose consciousness -- you might... not... wake up."

"I'll be fine," you mumbled, your head tipping forward against Yamato's shoulder as he moved you. Staying there seemed like a fine idea. "Probably, anyway."

"Probably isn't good enough," Yamato insisted, pinning you up against the cabinets behind your back by your shoulders.

"M'gonna throw up on you if you keep jostling me around."

"Fine. I don't care. Whatever it takes for you to stay… with me," he faltered, realizing how that sounded after the words left his lips. He meant to say conscious.

You snorted, tipping your head back into the cabinets as you swallowed another sickening lump in your throat. "We aren't in character anymore, Captain. You don't have to keep pretending."

That's just it. "I'm not pretending anything--" Yamato found himself at a loss for words.

"We have company," you interrupted, clenching your eyes shut as you hissed a pained breath through your teeth.

Yamato no doubt sensed it too, as his eyes darted in the direction of the main room before you finished speaking. Without missing a beat, he donned his transformation once again, straightening his tie and brushing wrinkles out of the suit jacket as he stood up. Tightening his grip around the hilt of a kunai, he made his way toward the door, peering through the peephole once again. Unsurprisingly, the same attendant stood at the door, peering directly into the hole cut into the door. "Yes?" He spoke through the door with Tenji's voice.

"Lady Mikasa was concerned that you hadn't returned to the rehearsal. Can I be of any assistance? A new pair of shoes for Lady Nanami, perhaps?"

"Lady Nanami twisted her ankle a bit during our little mishap on the dancefloor. I'm afraid she'll have to rest it until the ceremony tomorrow, so you'll have to excuse us for the remainder of the evening. Please, give our most sincere apologies to Lady Mikasa."

"Some ice, then?" The insistent voice offered.

Are they trying to confirm the kill? "That would be lovely, thank you." Yamato scanned the man through his notch in the door, trying to ascertain what level of threat he currently posed. He needed more information, and the individual behind the door could possibly be convinced to tell, assuming he was in fact in on the plot and not just an innocent, overworked bystander. Remaining perfectly still, he stood guard at the door as the attendant vanished down the long hallway and just waited. The sound of your stuttered breathing and occasional heaving vied for his otherwise rapt attention, though, causing his eyes to shift away from the little circular window following a particularly violent bout of retching coming from the bathroom. Damnit, whatever was in that vial wasn't enough. He turned back to the door with a swell tightening in his throat as he watched the same figure stroll down the hall, pausing at his door with a bucket of ice in hand. Yamato narrowed his eyes, spotting something small, maybe a cylindrical tube, nestled between the cubes inside of the bucket. What in the world? Do they intend to finish the job? Why would he leave it sitting so obviously in the open? Unless…

Three little knocks trilled through the door again, forcing Yamato to make a quick decision. "You can leave the ice on the table there."

The attendant shifted the bucket, causing the vial to turn and exposing the emblem stamped into the top. A leaf. Specifically, a Konaha leaf. "If you would permit me to come in, I might be of some help."

Is that… one of ours? It dawned on him then that the other team Kakashi mentioned must have been working somewhere in the shadows of the building, posing as staff. Taking a cautious leap of faith, he opened the door, allowing the attendant inside. In one swift motion, he lunged, pinning the man against the door as it closed with a kunai to his throat.

"Easy, Captain," the man answered calmly, holding his free hand and the one grasping the handle up as he shed his transformation. "It's Aoba."

Yamato breathed a sigh of relief with a quick apology as he lowered his knife. "It's good to see a friendly face," he said while losing his own transformation again and glancing toward the sound of your continued retching. "What's the news? I assume that if you've replaced one of the workers, the suspect has been captured?"

"Yes, it just took us longer than we thought. The whole thing was a mess. By the time we figured it out, the poison had already been planted and dinner was about to roll out. We had to wait until the staff returned to capture the attendant. Yugao has him under guard," Aoba explained, setting the bucket down and picking up the vial chilled within the ice, holding it out to Yamato. "I can't stay long. Give this to your partner. I doubt one dose was enough, judging by the sounds she's making."

Yamato took it without question. "Did you confirm from the suspect that Mikasa is behind all of this?"

"Yes. We're waiting for new orders from the village, just as I assume you are."

"Alright. Then we'll proceed with the mission as planned. Unless I hear otherwise from you or the Hokage, we'll attend the ceremony tomorrow as though nothing happened."

With a nod, Aoba shifted back into disguise, straightened his hat, and left.

After locking the door, Yamato returned to where you were slumped uncomfortably next to the toilet, still looking a bit green around the gills. "Did you hear any of that?" He inquired while kneeling down beside you and jabbing you in the thigh again with Aoba's present.

You groaned as your head fell back against the cabinets in defeat. "Yeah. Something about having to put that fucking dress back on."

Yamato stifled a laugh, feeling relieved that you were probably going to be fine now as he sat down beside you, setting the now empty vial aside. "At least you should be out of the woods now."

"I could only fit so many different things in the pack. Wasn't sure what we would be dealing with," you mumbled as a shiver wracked your body.

"It's fine. You were more prepared than most would have been, though I can't say I condone drinking poisoned wine without knowing that you had the proper antidote. That was a little reckless," he commented offhandedly, disguising his concern with scolding.

"Orders were to not break character. Nanami is a lush. Leaving a drop of liquid in that glass would have been suspicious," you grimaced, closing your eyes.

Yamato sighed. He of all people understood that sentiment. An awkward silence hung in the air as the things he wanted to say before Aoba's arrival slowly slithered back into his head. Only now, it seemed like the moment was lost, and he couldn't bring himself to spit it out. Gods, I'm such an idiot. "Can… I get you anything? A blanket, or water, maybe?"

"I just want to take a nap," you grumbled quietly. "And maybe to throw up again."

Everything he wanted to say was wadded up in the back of his throat. Words refused to form on his tongue. All Yamato could manage to do was pull his arms out of his suit jacket and drape it over your wilting body. What should I say... he sighed to himself. Before he could register what was happening, you shifted from your spot and curled up on your side, using his leg as a pillow. The frantic energy that carried the two of you to this point and ended in him practically ripping your clothes off for less than fun reasons had all but vanished, leaving a stuffy, uncomfortable silence hanging in the air. "Listen… about what I said earlier…"

"It's fine, really," you mumbled against his leg.

"No, you misunderstood--" Yamato sighed before gingerly setting his hand on your shoulder. "I wasn't feigning concern or just… pretending to care because of our roles for this mission. The masks we wear make everything so complicated," he lamented.

"Tell me about it," you breathed shakily. You were caught wholly off guard when his fingertips grazed your temple, brushing a few sweat-slicked hairs away from your face -- a sweet gesture that mimicked his earlier actions during your little warm up just before you left for the rehearsal. It left the same fluttering in your chest, followed by the same worry that you were reading too much into it.

Maybe I will after this mission is finally over. "Come on. You should really be in an actual bed."

"Unless you plan to carry me, I'm staying right here," you retorted flatly. Your huff rolled into a surprised squeak when Yamato called your bluff, shifting you around and scooping you off the floor. Under different circumstances, having him whisk you off to a bed would have left you buzzing with excitement. But right now, it just made you queasy. "Put me down before I yack all over your suit--"

"You aren't going to yack on my suit," Yamato chuckled as he carried you back into the main room and deposited you atop the disheveled bed. "Try to get some rest. You should be alright to sleep now that you've had a second dose. I'll wake you up when it's time to wrestle you back into that dress again."

With a disgruntled snort, you coiled yourself into one of the loose blankets, willing your thoughts to stop racing long enough for you to relax enough to sleep. As you settled in, Yamato took a seat on the edge of the bed, stationed between you and the door to keep watch for the night. Unable to let his guard down, he resigned himself to just listening to the steady sounds of your muffled breathing, turning every so often to steal a glance at your sweet, sleeping face.

~

The next day moved forward in a strange, dreamy haze. You woke up with a raging headache, feeling incredibly stiff and hungover, no doubt thanks to the side effects of the antidote you had taken to thwart the assassination attempt. You groaned your way out of bed, attempting to shake the lingering chill that simmered under your skin as Yamato helped you slither back into the godforsaken dress you promised to burn if you ever were forced to wear again. His calmly hummed reassurances that you would be returning to the village as soon as the day was through brought some solace, at least. Despite the strong urge to crawl back into the plush blankets piled atop the heavenly bed you slept upon, you sucked it up and put on your mask -- smiling with all of the haughty attitude your aristocratic identity would display for such an occasion.

You made your way to the venue together despite your desperate longing to go back to bed, linked by the arm Yamato kept around your back as he guided you to where you were supposed to be seated for the exchange of vows. Your head was still so hazy and full of noise, it took every ounce of your concentration to just keep up the ruse.

The ceremony itself was lovely from what your fuzzy brain could follow, though Mikasa's surprise as she walked down the aisle and spotted your very much alive face within the crowd was something you definitely wouldn't forget any time soon. You dabbed your teary eyes in faux, joyful wonder that Lady Nanami was able to make it to see her oh-so-special day, waving your handkerchief-wielding hand happily at her when she made eye contact before she turned forward to focus on the altar as the rest of the formalities commenced.

You blindly followed Yamato's protective lead with firmly joined arms from the wedding venue itself onward to the dizzying lights that illuminated the reception hall as your head still throbbed with confusion and fatigue. You were just barely keeping up appearances, and by now, Yamato definitely knew it. While your practiced poker face kept the other guests in the dark, your companion could feel that something wasn't quite right.

Everything seemed to roar past you at double speed while you floundered along in slow motion. Your eyes could only vacantly follow as the kitchen staff marched out in lock step, setting the stage of a fairytale evening just as they had the night before. The same platters topped with polished domes paired with matching goblets of expensive wine were set out in front of the myriad of guests in a carefully choreographed dance that left you wondering if you were seeing things. A curiously familiar face lingered for a moment and left a slip of paper discreetly tucked under your partner's plate before moving along with the rest of the line and vanishing into the kitchens. Yamato placed a hand on your knee under the table, jarring you out of your quiet daze to show you the small note now cupped in his palm. You sighed in relief upon reading the message.

Tea reinforcements en route.

What happened to Mikasa after her wonderful day was of little consequence to you now, as you were just glad to have survived your mission. With that in mind, you smiled genuinely at Yamato through the veil of another woman's face, squeezing his hand firmly. This time, the gesture wasn't simply part of the act.

Yamato leaned in under the guise of Lady Nanami's loving husband as his lips brushed against your cheek to whisper one last reassurance that he thought you might need to get through the remainder of the evening. "Just another hour or so, and we'll be on our way home."

~

"Are you still asleep?" A voice murmured from above as a hand lightly touched your shoulder.

Startled, you jolted upright, thinking that you had dozed off on the ride back to the village. A series of sounds attempting to be words left your mouth in a tangle as you struggled to fully rejoin the waking world. "Your face--"

"I know. We've been in the clear for a while. No need for disguises now," he chuckled lightly.

You blinked again to clear the fog from your head. "Did I sleep the entire way back? What time is it?"

"You could say that. And it's about noon," Yamato replied with another short laugh, resisting the urge to smooth down your sleep-tousled hair as the light shone through the window beside you, giving you a rather angelic glow despite the fatigue that still wrinkled your features.

"What--" You paused mid-word, realizing that you were definitely not in the back of the carriage like you initially thought. Your eyes moved over the white, pristine sheet laying over your legs, the table beside your bed, and lingered on the IV line stuck in your arm that tethered you to a bag of fluids hanging above your head. "--the hell?"

"You're in the hospital. After dinner last night, guardsmen from Lady Nanami's estate in the Land of Tea arrived, and Mikasa was arrested. We headed back to the village in disguise during all of the chaos. You were still pretty out of it for most of the ride back. I had the medics meet us at the swap location so they could bring you here to check you out," Yamato explained.

Still confused, you blinked a few more times, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes as you vaguely recalled the events Yamato described. "How long have I been here?"

"Since early morning. Sakura said it was mostly dehydration and chakra depletion caused by the way that antidote binds to toxins. Something about it utilizing chakra to burn off the byproducts of the neutralized poison. You'll probably be discharged in a few hours."

You glanced around Yamato as he spoke, now spotting the one colorful item that seemed out of place in your otherwise sterile room. There, on the table hidden just behind his shoulder, was a vase of powder blue flowers, delicately arranged and pointed toward your bed. "What… who brought me flowers?"

Yamato's cheeks flushed as he sheepishly smiled and rubbed the back of his head. "Well, actually..." He stalled for a moment, unsure how you were going to react to what he was about to say as he silently cursed Kakashi for suggesting he do this in the first place. "...I did."

Faint, hopeful fluttering filled your chest for a moment, though you were still preparing yourself for disappointment. "Really?"

"After everything that happened with that mission and…" he trailed off for a beat, seeing the smile begin to fade from your lips as he once again seemed to be failing to get his point across the right way. "Look, I'm terrible at this," he laughed at himself. "And my timing is atrocious, with you being in the hospital and everything. This might be totally inappropriate to ask, but would you like to go out to dinner with me sometime? After you're feeling better, of course. No masks or characters. Just us."

The fading curl upon your lips quickly recovered, and the hopeful fluttering in your chest morphed into a flurry of relief and excitement. As you looked up into the eyes of the man you had spent so much of the last mission wishing you could see instead of those belonging to the person he was masquerading as, you couldn't help but to smirk a little. "As long as I don't have to wear that godforsaken dress again."

The tension broke and Yamato erupted with genuine laughter. "You can wear whatever you like."

"Don't give me that kind of freedom," you teased. "I might show up in pajamas."

"Just let me know what color so I can coordinate with my tie."

You snorted, stifling your giggles, as it was impossible to tell if Yamato was serious or not. Either way, you didn't care. The bandaid had at last been ripped off, and two of you could finally stop dancing around the awkward elephant in the room. "How about tonight?"

"Tonight sounds perfect."

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Tagged: @sphinxfantasy

[urdgealesisbaby]

Hmm could I request Urdie, Ky and Rigr and how’d react to ‘I love you’.

Pity pweaaase….

Hello!!

I like the fact that my followers are and know that I am so obsessed with Urd that even they are calling him Urdie and I'm loving it so much!!!

Also I would like to try to make some kind of dialogue headcanons here!So if that's okay then it's okay,but if it is not what you anon expected then feel free to request again the same thing !!

😳 Urd Geales,Ky Luc and Rigr Stafford reacting to "I love you" 😳 

😳Urd Geales😳

"I love you"

"My dear beloved one I love you more"

*gentle kiss on the forehead*

"Urd...but I love you more"

"No,you dont love me more.It is scientifically proven that I love you more and you can not do anything about it.You just are lying."

"Umm...okay"

😳Ky Luc😳

"I love you,Ky" "whaat???" *goes to Urd and annoys him all day with the fact that you said that you love him and talks about how much he loves you* *eventually comes back and jumps on you* "Whoa there,hungry vampire man" "AAAA I even forgot that I was a vampire for a second.....lemme take a bite of you" "wha--no,KY!!!!"

😳Rigr Stafford😳

"I love you,bastard" "What did you say,darling?" "I said I love you" "I didn't hear you,can you repeat?" "I SAID I LOVE YOU YOU JERK" *instantly catches you with his arms and turns the kiss into a passionate kiss* "Rigr..I can't breathe..." "Hehe...I love you too...little one"

[counterturn]

Secret sixth answer:

Okay. Imagine, if you will (I can say please if you'd like) a stew. Like a giant stew. Huge. Bigger. Not like a pot of stew or a cauldron of stew. Like a swimming pool of stew. But not rectangular. Bigger. Like an atoll lagoon of stew, bubbling and thick and delicious. The smell is rich and enticing, and in every breath you can pick out notes of different ingredients, wafting to and fro in the swirling aroma of the hot steam. As as you approach the container's edge the desire to have some is nearly overpowering.

Luckily for you, you can have some. That's what it's there for, after all. So you can take your bowl (I assume you brought it with you, but go ahead and fetch it if you forgot, the stew will still be here when you return) and dip it down below the surface. Careful not to burn your fingers. Pull the bowl back out and back to you, and feel the warmth of its precious cargo. Close your eyes and let the smell of the stew into your mind, a little differently this time. Differently because it's yours. Taken out from the big stew, you can enjoy it to your heart's content. What joy! If you look over to your left (open your eyes, by the way) you'll see me. Hello! I have some stew as well here, and over that way you can see some other people, all of us gathered around to have some stew for ourselves.

Now, you can sit there and just eat the whole thing if you'd like - I'm certainly not going to tell you what to do with your stew - but if this is your first bowl I can give you a recommendation: take it with you! Take it with your whereabouts you're wont to go and enjoy it along the way. And if you find something tasty on your travels, feel free to throw it in! Throw a bit of everything in! The stew is hearty and knows how to add up all the flavours. By the time you're halfway done, what's in your bowl will probably taste different from what I've got in mine, or from what any of us get up to in ours, and that's part of the fun of it! And once you've tired and you've had your fill, come on back to the lagoon and throw your bowl in with whatever's left over that you couldn't finish. And if you've got any spare ingredients you liked, throw them in as well, and make the whole thing tastier for all of us. Then go on and have a rest (there's some hammocks out back, and that afternoon sun is hitting just right if you ask me), and if you get hungry again come and have seconds. You will need another bowl, though.

Oh, and don't worry about your stew tasting bad. There's nothing can't be balanced out with a few dashes of the right spices (though you have to be willing to go and find them), and once it all gets thrown back into the big pot, all experience adds to the flavour!

So enjoy. Enjoy and experiment. And if you come up with something good, maybe let someone else have a sip before you finish? 😳😳😳

[feelingofcontent]

DNP Rewatch: Dan and Phil try PUMPKIN CARVING!

Date video was published: 10/31/2018 (X)

DNP Main Channel Rewatch: 382

The 2018 Halloween video! So many great joint videos in 2018. It’s back to Phil’s channel this year for the first time since 2014. Also, a step away from the baking.

0:00 - second video in a row where Phil stuck at clip (of funny Dan) at the start as a sort of “preview”

0:06 - still got the TATINOF cubes in the background like they had for Easter baking

0:10 - such a casual touch from Phil

0:19 - Dan checking out Phil’s whole look there

0:29 - “it’s very Dan” 🥺 also is Dan implying that Phil had gotten him a matching apron?

0:52 - also you know...the video title (hahaha, forgot Phil said the same thing a second later)

1:03 - it is a gourd, right? also love Phil’s huge laugh without him trying to cover it up

1:30 - if only we’d known how “late into the game” it was

1:33 - was the sexy-music over the pumpkin rubbing necessary 👀

1:54 - “we did not go to a pumpkin patch” ...”those Instagram ‘people’” (read, “couples”)

2:24 - I feel like they must be scratching-up that stovetop so much during this, yikes

2:40 - there was a carved pumpkin in the background of Dan’s ENVY video in 2012, so maybe then!

3:12 - they really should give this warning at the start of baking videos too 😂

3:19 - love the zoom-ins on Dan’s facial expressions when Phil says...things. and the “Nelly” annotation

3:56 - Dan already shaking his head

4:20 - jesus christ. between “tag yourself” and “that’s the last time we’re touching knives today” with the record scratch. um. 😳 Dan’s just given up

4:46 - yeah I was worried for Phil’s safety watching this the first time when they posted it

5:01 - the audio-only version of this video would be something else

5:16 - “waitwaitwait, let’s do it at the same time” ...Phil. 😳

5:28 - Dan immediately going for the licks

5:38 - I love this bit... “nature’s crazZzZy” 😂

5:44 - “we could start a new life as pumpkin growers” why was that so soft 🥺

5:45 - ...annnnd then it devolves

6:05 - literally so many record scratch noises in this

6:30 - Phil continually not knowing that pumpkin spice is not the same as pumpkin is hilarious

6:43 - a lot less close-ups then in the baking videos, but still some. also, why is Phil watching soap-chopping videos? lol

7:00 - Phil does not like the feeling of that

7:27 - and then a very sticky high-five...Dan with the “bro” hahaha

7:54 - another bit for the out-of-context audio edit there

8:02 - why do I feel like they must dare each other to do stupid things all the time

8:17 - Dan immediately dying of laughter while Phil desperately tries to spit into the bowl...wow

8:28 - not sure we needed a slow motion replay

8:40 - adorable Dan

9:09 - Dan with an aborted arm movement there; not sure what he was going to do and then stopped

9:26 - Dan already has a plan!

9:38 - always with the play-fighting...Dan really getting his hips involved here 👀

9:53 - Phil just goes for it...also always something going on in his brain

10:06 - and Dan is so hesitant

10:15 - jesus christ “nose first” and the very unneeded eyebrow raise

10:43 - the height difference! really obvious in this clip

10:55 - love that they immediately made Phil think of the candy

11:25 - lol at the heavy breathing sound effects

11:44 - Phil looks proud of himself

12:12 - what a Phil story... and Dan with the “can’t believe you invented drag” 😂

12:17 - Phil just stabbing the pumpkin without looking at it seems dangerous

12:28 - of course Phil was in charge of getting the candy

12:46 - I love when one of them goes “I KNEW you were gonna do that”

12:49 - “lick it!” again...Phil.

13:19 - Dan is very into the candy necklace...also just noticing that very little of this video is actually them carving the pumpkins

13:37 - “it suits ya” they really do think the other always looks good, huh?

13:47 - I can’t believe Dan can deal that around his neck to begin with

14:08 - montage for the actual carving with limited talking, it seems, so they can actually concentrate...Dan keeps glancing off to the side so I wonder if he has some sort of reference he’s looking at

15:16 - it really is that exact Dan face 😂

15:20 - Phil’s pumpkin is so happy!

15:45 - that is a bit too old for trick-or-treating, though I don’t mind seeing groups of kids that age if they’ve really put effort into their costumes

15:51 - “I was a sexy emo” umm. I know this has been discussed before that Dan started watching Phil’s videos when he was 16, so he might be implying that he dressed up as Phil here...which would be fantastic and hilarious

16:01 - “Phil, that’s perfect!” awww 🥺

16:17 - Dan doing it on the side like it’s a mirror 

16:30 - Phil is so proud of that joke. and so is Dan. I love it

16:46 - I think they turned out so well, actually. Dan posted photos of his pumpkin too, so he must have been pretty proud of it

16:47 - god Dan is so sincerely complimentary of Phil in this video 😭

17:21 - now Phil with the soft touches to the Dan-pumpkin too

17:51 - “I just thought about the dramatic delivery, I didn’t think about the reality” is the most Dan thing I’ve ever heard

18:03 - Dan’s got to make it perfect

18:15 - perfect delivery there. also there’s another pumpkin down on the table to the side, so did they have a test one or something in case they messed up?

18:27 - it’s so cute!

18:50 - “calm down there bub” 🥺

19:18 - gotta get the promo in of course

19:55 - every time they talk about the gaming channel I just miss it now

20:11 - the look on Dan’s face when Phil says “subscribe to Dan” 😂

I love this video. They filmed just a few days ahead of time - Dan shared a couple of Insta stories (1, 2) and they also did a live show that evening.

[that-1-masked-wierdo]

A curious relationship

Someone did a request to me and it's my first

Camiloxfem!reader

Don't panic don't panic don't panic don't panic 😳

Camilo he/they | 15

Reader she/her | 15

Tags: fluff , a Japanese reader with a very open and curious mindset and very magical attitude , 3rd person

« » - Japanese

Y/s - your surname

Note: I am neither Japanese nor Colombian so if i do some kind of mistake feel free to correct me !

Modern au!

(yes i do not know how to write in different aus it's easier for me)

"« Eek! I'm finally moving out of this place ! I can’t wait to meet tou in real life Mira.»"

a girl was finishing packing her back , hopping back and forth from the bag and the closet . She was trying to ignore the sticker that she still needs to rip out but they were very annoying. She has been friends with a Colombian girl named Mirabel. They only saw eachother by pictures they send eachother and heard eachother ehile talking on small brick phones.

"«Y/s ! The taxi is arriving soon ! Aren't you going ?» "

Y/n's mom was already standing in the door annoyed they her daughter forgot to pack again

"«Here!» "

"«AGH ! Honey i told you not to teleport behind me! You almost gave your mama a heart attack .» "

Y/n had an ability to teleport in a range of 50 meters . Her mother had powers of letting gravity go and dad.. dad was constantly at work so y/n never knew.

When they arrived in Colombia Y/n was fascinated by everyones looks. She never saw someone so tanned(exept mirabel in her photo)! While looking around she spotted a very familiar looking skirt.

" MIRABEEEL ! "

Y/n started running at full speed an a girl with a blue skirt with sewed butterflies. She Jumped and teleported mid air. Mirabel looked… terrefied? But she already told her she’ll be arriving . Y/n tackled Mirabel on the ground, breathing heavily from the adrenaline

" Oh Mirabel how I wanted to see you! I can't wait for you to show me all of those amazing things you wrote to me about !"

Y/n said enthusiasticly and hugged Mirabel while still being at the ground. Suddenly something under her felt... Different... She looked at Mirab... Wait a second that wasn't her best friend. She was hugging a dark skinned boy with messy brown hair and deep chocolate eyes with a slightly blushful face from the shock.

"..."

"..."

"O-Oh! I am so sorry ! I MAY have got a bit too excited there. I thought you were Mirabel. Well I guess your... Madrigal Camilo? Right? "

The boy clicked his tounge and grinned and bowed to the girl .

" Si , in the flesh !"

" Oh! If you don't mind would you like to tell me where Mira is? She told me we would meet up in here"

Camilo looked curiously at you still wondering who are you . They didn't even get to know her name.

" Uh... Why do you need Mirabel now..? And who are you exactly , ya forgot to tell me ."

" A-Ah ! I'm Y/s ! I'm from Japan and I'd really love to know about this culture "

" Then why need Mirabel when you can asked me ..?"

The 2 made eye contact . To Camilos shock Y/n seemed over the sky when given the opportunity to learn.

" Oh my goodness, You would !? That would be so nice of you! "

She said , sparkles appearing in her eyes as she got pretty up close almost making the poor guy trip .

"Uh... Yeaa suure .. but let's maybe not stand in the middle of the street?"

" Oh yeah sure! Buuut where would we go?? I have no idea of this place at all Sherlock "

" Who's Sherlock?"

Y/n looked Camilo dead in the eyes confused as much as he was. This man really didn't know Sherlock or is he lying

" You... NEVER heard of Sherlock??? Wow we really have a lot to talk about don't we..."

The girl followed Camilo into a more secluded area . They both stopped often because something fascinating here , something fascinating there but for some reason Cami didn't seem to mind , in contrast he actually told Y/n about everything she asked for. After what felt like minutes but was an hour the 2 arrived to a little bench area with a nice shade of a nearby tree.

" So uh... Who's Sherlock? "

" Oh He's a Detective from an amazing book series Sherlock Holmes"

" Ooh a book series . Yea i don't fancy reading at all . But hey, if you want to tell me about it ."

Camilo sat near Y/n secretly interested in books . It has been what.. hours ? And these 2 seemed to have a lot more in common than initially thought. Honestly most of the time Camilo just talked about his culture.

" Wait so your mom doesn't cook?"

" How many times do i have to tell you! My Tia cooks magical food so we ain't gotta !"

"wow that boring .."

"Boring?? How is that exactly boring???"

" Well you can't assert a skill for the future that's very useful and besides after a while you'll get bored of eating the same thing over and over"

Y/n and Camilowhere sitting back to back to eachother just noticing the sun already setting down.

"« Y/N Y/S TIME TO GO HOME »"

A woman's voice yelled .

" Aand here's my call nice talking to you Camileon"

" well.. uhm...let's talk tomorrow maybe , if you don't mind of course El cerebro "

Y/n giggled slightly at that nickname .

" Yea of course would love to meet up again "