#i too give my enemies sweet nicknames

[mwphisto]

LaDs Men and the nicknames they love

Pairings include: Xavier x Reader | Rafayel x Reader | Zayne x Reader | Sylus x Reader | Caleb x Reader

Warning, this post contains: very light smut, nothing super detailed but definitely suggestive! Also fluff! Read at your own risk!

A/N: all moving banners in the post are by @cafekitsune + please be kind, as these are just my opinion / nicknames I have for them in game and in writings I’ve done. I had fun with this one! I def have more to write so you’ll be seeing more of me soon, thank you for the support!

Xavier

🐰Baby

Xavier isn’t sure what it is about the nickname. It’s so popular, so widely used, almost cliche. Some couples even find it cringy, and for him? It’s pretty damn modern. Maybe that’s why he loves it so much. Something about the way you sound when you call him baby, the tone of your voice, the caress of your fingers. That soft and sleepy “good morning, baby.” Sends his heart into a frenzy. It sparks kiss, then two, then three, and suddenly you’re making out and he’s shoving down his sweats to get inside of you.

“Keep calling me that, please. Need you to keep calling me your baby… I love it so much… fuck!”

🐰Xavi

Simple, sweet, playful. The first time you uttered the shortened version of his name, blood rushed to Xavier’s face. It wasn’t expect it, and for some reason it gave him cuteness aggression. He felt the need to tug you close, suffocate you with his hugs and kisses and maybe slip a nibble or two in there. However, the nickname could be used as a weapon against him. You’ve become prone to using it when he’s mad or jealous. “C’mon, Xavi! He was just giving me bread.” Yeah sure, just bread. That’s the first step, next is getting into your bed. Still, there is nothing he loves more than that nickname.

“Xavi, he’s just giving me bread!” His tone is higher, mocking you as he pounds you into the mattress. Xavi being the only name you can utter as he fucks you utterly senseless.

🐰Bunny

A classic. He just… he’s so… you know? How can you not? He’s your little bunny boy, your sweet, totally innocent bunny boy. You usually call him bunny through text, sending him selfies with the bunny plushie he won you in the claw machine (seems he had a new enemy). Bunny has also become a dual nickname, he’ll call you bunny right back whenever you’re excited or… riled up. It just suits him, suits you, makes perfect sense. “we also tend to fuck like bunnies.” A prompt slap to his bare shoulder sent him into a giggling fit.

“Tell—ha—tell me I’m wrong, my lil bunny…”

Rafayel

🐚 Bub or Bubba

This nickname just came so naturally once you and Rafayel had officially began dating. It just slipped out one day and Rafayel didn’t point it out — simply because he didn’t think you noticed. Then, it happened again, and again, and again. The variation between bub and bubba and sometimes both came out within the span of a minute. Eventually he teased you about it, but you claimed you couldn’t help yourself because he was just too cute. “If you can call me cutie, I can call you bubba.” Rafayel wasn’t complaining though.

“My sweet girl.” A gentle coo in your ear as he hugged you tighter from behind, lips ghosting the shell of your ear as his hips grind forward. “Let your bubba take care of you.”

🐚 Guppy

Rafayel had a huge love hate relationship with this chosen nickname. Initially he had gotten a little defensive, pouting his lips and puffing his cheeks and accidentally reinforcing your love for the nickname in the process. Now? He actually had to admit he thought it was pretty cute. Especially when you’d waltz into his studio, arms wrapping around his neck as you peck his cheek. “Is this your latest piece, guppy? It looks beautiful already!” The nickname was sweet, so sweet it made his cheeks warm every time you used it.

“You like this, huh guppy?” He was going to lose it, tugging against the silk restraints with a frustrated whine. “C-course…” but you fixed him in place with a cool stare “I mean… yes!”

🐚 Raffie

It came out while play fighting one night and Rafayel made you repeat it three times before bursting into a fit of giggles. He’d never heard anyone make his name cute before, so it was only right that his cutie was the one to do it. Though, there was also the argument that he had never let anyone get as close to him as you were. So, in a sense, the shortened and cute-ified version of his name was yours for the taking. It always had been, he was certain of it. “Raffie, what are we gonna do today? Wanna walk on the beach?” Or “Raffie, you’re wiggling too much I’m trying to sleep” no matter the context, Rafayel loved hearing the little nickname from you.

“R-Raffie! Feels so… good please don’t stop!” Your hips jerk against his lips, a fist full of his hair in your fingers: still, the nickname slipped past your lips. You weren’t far gone yet.”

Zayne

❄️ My Love

Just like all of your nicknames for him, none of them really shone through until after the surgeon and you made things official. So, it should be no surprise that Zayne’s face turned a shade of crimson the first time you said it. “My love, where did you put my reusable cup? I need it for training tomorrow.” Poor thing, he short circuited for a good two minutes before finally telling you where the cup had been moved to. Once he was used to it? Zayne started using the nickname back at you. “My love” became a common phrase.

“My love, I’ve missed you—“ a kiss “—so damn—“ another kiss “much…!” You were all over each other, two weeks apart due to surgeries and missions really caught up to you both.

❄️ Sweetheart

You picked it up from the man himself. Every time Zayne called you sweetheart, you found yourself calling it back. Turns out you were both creatures of habit. Whatever one did, eventually the other would pick up. “Goodnight, sweetheart. Don’t stay too late, those files can always wait for the next shift.” Your voice filled this ear, a gentle sigh leaving Zayne’s lips as tired eyes scanned over his computer screen. “Don’t worry, I’ll be mindful of the time. I just have to do one more round and I’ll be on my way home. Don’t wait up for me.” The sweet nickname was the mood boost Zayne needed to finish his shift.

“Hi, sweetheart.” It was groggy, a kiss on your brow was all you needed to know your lover was home. “Hi, my love.” You shivered at the cool sensation of his hands slipping under the covers, roaming your skin in search of some much needed warmth.

❄️ Zaynie

A nickname that you had used on him since childhood, and yet it never failed to make his heart beat just a little faster. As cute as it was, it carried a level of intimacy and domestic nature that made Zayne smile. “Zaynie! It’s your day off, what do you want to do?” And — astra help him — he could think of serval things he wanted to do that didn’t so much as involve leaving his bed. You were just too cute for his heart to handle, so sweet and beautiful and— well it is his day off after all.

“How about this, my love… does this work?” Your mind is reeling, a quite plea if “zaynie…” leaving your lips out of habit.

Sylus

🍷Handsome

Sylus could have fainted the first time you called him handsome. You had done it so nonchalantly, so genuinely too, for the first time the leader of Onychinus didn’t know what to do with himself. You noticed, of course, the little hitch in his breath and the widening of his eyes. And you didn’t say a word, just tucked it in the back of your mind for later. Eventually he got used to you calling him handsome, but it didn’t stop the flutter in his chest when you did. “Morning, handsome. Are we going to go for a walk?” Sure, a walk works, but he can think of way better things to do to… warm up.

“S-so handsome, my ha-handsome boy—“ Sylus groaned, hips swiveling against yours. “Still praising me? What a good girl…”

🍷My Beloved

He thinks you got the nickname from him, considering he’s called you it a handful of times himself. So, it becomes a shared nickname for eachother, and Sylus finds himself grinning like a fool whenever he hears you calling him. “Are you ready to go, my beloved?” Your hand is extended towards him, you’re both dressed to the nines, and he swears the butterflies in his chest are about to break through his damn rib cage. “Course I am, beautiful.” With a shaky little breath, his fingers intertwined with your own. Now? It was time to get the job done… hopefully he could focus for that long—

“Couldn’t help yourself, beloved?” This wasn’t exactly your first time getting pressed up against a wall by your lover while on a mission. And it certainly wouldn’t be your last… “you know I’m insatiable.”

🍷Sy

It was so effortless falling from your lips that Sylus barely noticed it the first few times you had used it. It wasn't until the twins had begun to chuckle that Sylus picked up on the key detail his brain had been glossing over. "So domestic, boss!" to which the two of them were banished from the kitchen. All you could do was laugh, a dopey grin on your face as your lover approached you with mock disdain. "Using a nickname in front of those two... what a dangerous game you're playing, kitten." You could only continue your giggling, even as he picked you up and placed you on the marble countertop. "Naughty naughty..."

"S-sy! Sylus! Shit- slow down!" But he could feel you thrusting your hips backwards to meet his erratic thrusts. "You're so indecisive -ha- kitten."

Caleb

🍏 Honey

Caleb had been cheeky back when you pretended to be his girlfriend, using the pet name as frequently as he could to really sell the act. But, somewhere along the way after things became official, you had begun to use the term genuinely. "Hi honey." Here and "honey, where did you put the laundry detergent?" there and suddenly he was doing it too. It made him feel warm and fuzzy every time you uttered the phrase, and he didn’t dare tease you about it in fear that you’d stop using it all together. He could be your honey any time.

“You like that, honey? Like when I do this?” His lips are all over your chest, nipping and sucking and licking. “Bet you do, you’re as sweet as honey… how about I give you some of my honey too?”

🍏 Lover Boy

It had started as a joke, you even changed his name in your phone to the silly little name. Then? It was something that stuck. He’d say something to you with hearts in his eyes and you couldn’t help but chuckle, a fond smile on your face as you whisper “okay, lover boy, whatever you say.” Other times, you’d come home from work with a tired expression on your face and sleepily mutter it. And fuck did it drive Caleb wild. Sometimes he’d even use it against you, just to see your face fall apart as he pressed his body against yours, whispering the beloved nickname in your ear.

“This is what you want your lover boy to do, huh? Fuck this pretty pussy stupid with his cock? Yeah, good girl, I bet.”

🍏 Kay (pronounced like a shortened version of his name)

You’ve used the nickname since childhood, a shortened version of his name that he’s become damn near trained to respond to. “C’mon, Kay, please?” Anytime you’d want him to cook for you, or do your share of chores, or when you needed help with your homework. The list goes on and on, but Kay was such a special term to him. He loved how sweet and natural it felt coming from your mouth. Even if you were whining a majority of the time you used it.

“Kay! C’mon! Harder!” You’re flushed and drooling, nails biting into his shoulders as you plead with him to fuck you just a little rougher.

[sincerelyneo]

teeth | l.hc

“fight so dirty but your love’s so sweet”

💿now playing: teeth by 5 seconds of summer

❯ summary: Traditionally the caption of the cheer team and the captain of the soccer team are friends - some even date. But you and Donghyuck definitely aren’t friends - if anything you’re enemies. The two of you can’t go five minutes without an argument. So, why are you letting him fuck you in the locker room?

❯ pairings: haechan x fem!reader

❯ genre: college!au, enemies with benefits, smut

❯ words: 2.5k

❯ tags: 18+ minors dni!, bickering, swearing, unprotected sex (don't do this!), hate sex, degrading names, general name-calling, manhandling, haechan is an asshole, but reader is also lowkey mean, choking, use of nickname 'princess', reader uses she/her pronouns, hardly any plot, it's literally just them hate fucking idk what to tell ya.

cheeky author's note: i'm very brtish, so referring to this as soccer literally made me want to rip my hair out 😀

“You don’t have to be so rough you know, Hyuck!”

"Will you just shut up and let me fuck you!?" He snaps.

The red metal of Lee Donghyuck's locker is cold against the skin of your bare back. Honestly, you don’t even know how it happened. But somehow the captain of the soccer team (and the boy you swear you hate) has you pinned against the boy’s lockers, one leg wrapped around his waist and the top half of your cheer uniform hiked up just enough to give him a full display of your tits. His left-hand grips your hip so tightly that you’re certain he’s doing it on purpose just to piss you off.

Not only that, but he also has your skirt bunched up around your waist. Giving him just the right amount of easy access to pull your panties to the side and tease his cock between your folds.

"Will you just hurry up and stick it in!?" You try to yell at him but, from the way he’s teasing the head of his cock at your entrance, the attempt comes out like a feeble whine.

Exactly on command, the scowl on your face quickly morphs into a wince, and the annoyed quirk on your lips disappears to form a small 'o' as Hyuck’s grip on your hip hardens and he pushes his cock quickly into your cunt. You can’t complain though - you did just tell him to stick it in.

"Shit," you squirm, hand coming up to his chest, pressing hard against the badge of his soccer uniform that rests on his right peck.

"Now look who’s needy," He teases. "I vividly remember you saying I’d be the shittest fuck on the soccer team."

"That’s what this is about!? You’re still mad that– uhh," you’re cut off by your own moan and your nails sink into the fabric of his shirt when he starts to move his hips. His pace is surprisingly slow - deliberately teasing - in comparison to his rapid first thrust inside of you.

"Christ! Even when you fuck you talk too much," Hyuck curses, his hand wrapping around your arm to free himself from the grip you have on his shirt.

"You're one to talk," You hiss back. "Even when you fuck you’re still an annoying little asshol– "

You gasp as he pulls out of you completely and then thrusts into you once again.

"You could've at least warned me, you dick,” You exhale, your walls readjusting to his size for the second time - and what a big size he was.

“Yeah, yeah, spare me the lecture princess.”

You can’t believe that even when he’s buried to the hilt inside of your pussy he’s still calling you that stupid fucking nickname. It’s not the word ‘princess’ itself that bothers you per se; it’s Lee Donghyuck’s intention behind the name that makes your blood blister with anger. He’s been calling you ‘princess’ since your freshman year in college but you’d only ever inquired about it recently.

You were at a party, and even though you hate the bones of Lee Donghyuck, you’d be lying if you said your social circles didn’t overlap. It was inevitable, he’s on the soccer team, you’re a cheerleader; honestly, the two of you should be friends. But you’re not. And because of your strained relationship, it was no surprise that the minute you walked through the door he’d picked a fight with you.

You can't even remember what the argument was about now, but you know the two of you had gone back and forth in a boxing match of insults that always ended with him throwing the word ‘princess’ at the end of his rebuttals. And you really couldn’t quite understand why. In your mind, being called a princess was a compliment, but to Donghyuck, princesses were “spoilt bitches who have no grip on reality.”

Safe to say you didn’t think the term was one of endearment after that.

And it was at that same party where you’d insisted Donghyuck would be the shittest fuck on the soccer team – something you’re currently finding out as being not true as he fucks you senseless six ways to Sunday. In all honesty, even when Yuta had asked you the question in a silly little game of truth or dare, you knew Hyuck was the cop-out answer. Truthfully, your real answer would have been Jisung or Chenle. They’re both a little younger and act more awkward with you. But still, you’d let hell freeze over before letting Lee Donghyuck think he was a better fuck than somebody else. However, you’re pretty sure you’ve broken that promise to yourself from the way you’re breathlessly panting and gasping from the vigorous drilling of his cock. That or hell genuinely has frozen over.

But still, what did he expect? The two of you couldn’t go half a second without a petty argument. Sometimes you find yourself just doing it because you were bored and he was there. After all, it’s just the norm between the two of you.

That’s why you can’t quite understand why he’s taking a stupid comment said in a passing game of truth or dare to heart. You’ve said worse to him, you're sure of it.

Hyuck pulls out of your pussy and the emptiness that lingers between your legs has you groaning – even if it’s just for a second. He doesn’t give you long to harp on the loss of friction because he wastes no time dropping your leg from his hip, gripping your waist and slamming the front of your body against his locker.

You want to make another snarky comment about his roughness, but you secretly love it. Well, it’s not so secret actually — Hyuck is well aware that you like his manhandling because he feels your wetness becoming more slick on his cock as he thrusts into you from behind.

His pace in the new position is still tortuous, slow and teasing, and so fucking annoyingly good. But you don’t know how much longer you can take the tormenting leisurely pace. You want more - you need more. If he didn't have your arms pinned behind you and you flush against the lockers, you’d claw at his back to make him go faster.

You feel a warmth on the nape of your neck as he nuzzles against your ear, placing a kiss so gently, that you’re shocked at the sudden contrast in his demeanour.

“This the shittest fuck you’ve had, huh?”

No.

“Yes,” you reply and he growls deeply. There’s a rough snap of his hips and it catches you off guard so much you have to bite down on your lip to suppress a whimper.

“Fucking liar,” he scoffs.

The insult makes your face screw up in a glare, but still, all you can manage is a breathy, “Am not.”

No matter how good the length of his cock is making you feel, you don’t want to give him the satisfaction of admitting he was right – that he’s not the worst fuck on the soccer team. Not that you had much experience with the others.

But even though you refuse to use your words to tell him you’re loving it, your body betrays you by being so fucking responsive to his touches. And no matter how hard you fight against him, Hyuck never lets you gain an inch. In fact, every time you try to free your arms from his, he lets out a frustrated groan, and the sound only makes your pussy throb harder.

His hand slips up your body until it finds your throat, where his fingers dig into either side of your neck. He stops his thrusts.

“Well if you’re not lying, are you saying I’m a shitty fuck princess?” He asks innocently as if he’s about to be gentle with you, but you know better. After all, this is Donghyuck. “If you want to pretend like you don’t want this; if that helps you sleep at night, then fine, but your slutty cunt is so fucking wet, I can almost feel you soaking my balls.”

He ducks down to place a kiss on your jaw, and you feel his lips smile into it as you shudder from his words. Instinctively, you swing your head away from him, only to be yanked back by the hand around your throat. He chuckles against your skin, hips starting to move again, thrusting shallowly into your stretched cunt.

“If I’m such a shitty fuck, I supposed you want me to stop, huh?” He asks in a low voice, lips grazing your cheek.

Noises you’ve never heard yourself make before tumble from your mouth as you moan and sob shamelessly. You try to bite your tongue, try not to fuel his ego, but his rhythm is too good at tearing down your guard, which is why you find yourself crying out, “Please don’t stop!”

He laughs, fucking you harder and faster, the stings of pain from his cock hitting you so deep morphing into a hot ache of pleasure that coils tighter and tighter in your core.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he growls.

His fingers, still on your throat press into your skin, not hard enough to cut off your air supply but just enough pressure to force out strangled moans. Your shoulders rub against the coarse material of his soccer kit, grounding you against him as he fucks you in punishing thrusts.

You don’t want to admit it, but your body can’t resist it.

“Fuck, gonna cum,” you mumble, eyes squeezed tight together.

“Yeah? You gonna cum for me like a good little slut?” he murmurs into your temples

The low rumble of his voice has the tension in your core ratcheting higher, pushing you closer to your release. Your head feels like it’s floating as the tight spring in your stomach coils until it finally snaps and has your knees buckling beneath you.

Hyuck keeps his speed steady, fucking you through your climax and savouring the way your walls clench around him in rigid spasms. Your orgasm triggers his and he clenches his jaw.

“Fuck, I'm gonna cum,” he ruts into you harder, and all you can do is moan for him.

“Please,” you whimper.

He chuckles at your submission - he’s never seen you like this before - so needy and desperate. He didn’t think it was possible to love anything about you; but this right here, you fucked out and pleading for his cum, yeah, he fucking loves it.

He ruts into you a last few times with thrusts that are wild and more frenzied, his thighs slapping against your ass. He contemplates cumming inside of you, but he figures he’d save that for another day since the two of you had forgotten about a condom and hadn’t really discussed it.

And…did he just think about having sex with you again?

With a loud groan that rattles against the metal in the empty locker room, Hyuck pulls out of your cunt and jerks his cock until he’s cumming onto the small of your back. Unable to stop yourself, you moan softly and a stupid smile spreads across your face when you hear him sigh.

After that it's silent, only your rapid breaths echoing in the room. He’s pressed against you, face buried in your neck, holding you and your weak legs in place. You stay like that for a beat, but then you remember who it is that’s just fucked you.

Without any more hesitation, you shake his grip and push him away from you. "Christ! Stop breathing down my neck. Fucking gross."

If it wasn’t for the fact that he’s your arch nemesis you would have stayed tangled up in him a little while longer, letting yourself get soaked up in the fact that that was the best sex you’ve ever had.

As you turn around to face him, he looks at you with the softest expression you’ve ever seen on his face.

“There’s a towel in my bag if you want to…”

You scoff, “How chivalrous of you.”

You pull the towel from the bag in his locker and start wiping at his cum on your back. Your body is turned away from him but you can still feel his eyes lingering on you as you wipe away.

You stop to look at him, “What are you still doing here? We have a game in like 10 minutes. Shouldn’t you be like…warming up or something?”

“I think I’m already warmed up,” he mumbles and you shake your head with a smile, going back to cleaning yourself off.

“Seriously, get on the pitch,” you demand when you see him still lingering.

There’s a hand in his hair, scratching his head and he looks a little flushed. You never see him like this, it’s weird. The Hyuck you know and loathe is cocky, smug, arrogant, all of those kinds of words; but the one in front of you looks so awkward, flushed. Is it weird you kinda like it?

“Are you waiting for me to tell you you aren’t a bad fuck or something? Seriously Hyuck, get lost,” you try and joke, pulling down your cheer uniform.

“No..I…” he stumbles.

You groan, “Oh no, don’t do this. Don’t make things weird.”

“I’m not—”

“Can’t you just be like a normal guy and…I don’t know, say it felt good to fuck me like you hate me or some shit?”

His eyes sweep over your face as if he were studying you. His face softens and he steps closer.

“I mean I could say that, because it felt fucking amazing actually,” he says and you swallow thickly. “But you’re wrong about one thing.”

You pause, freezing as he comes towards you. You don’t even register how close he is until you feel his breath on your lips and his chest against yours.

“What?”

“I don’t actually hate you that much,” he admits, and your eyes widen.

“Yeah right, funny joke,” you roll your eyes and laugh sarcastically but he’s not laughing with you. In fact he’s just looking at you, deadpan, and it’s starting to freak you out.

When you realise that he is in fact serious, you cross your hands across your chest.

“You’re not gonna start doing all that cheesy shit they do in the movies, where you profess your undying love for me, and tell me you never really hated me and it was all just a miscommunication, are you?”

“Fuck no!” He almost gags at the mention of it. “Just because I said I don’t hate you that much doesn’t mean I like you? Are you crazy?”

“Well I’m just making sure,” you poke his chest.

He runs a hand through his hair and sighs, “But I do wanna do this again…” he trails off so quietly that you wouldn’t have heard it if there was anybody else in the room with you.

“This?”

“Yes, this. Us. Fucking,” he explains. “I fucking hate you, but fuck, I think I love your pussy.”

[pshenyasstuff]

Headcanons for relationships with Billy Kid

This is my purely subjective opinion, you may disagree with me. I don't have enough content on this guy (i obsessed with him), so I decided to make it myself.

He's definitely the type of guy who is always ready to support his girlfriend like some kind of cheerleader like "THIS IS MY GIRLFRIEND!! TEAR THEM ALL UP, BEAUTY!"

Expect a lot of talk about his favorite show, he will show you absolutely every poster and figurine, tell you how he acquired it and the like

And of course he will call himself your Starlight Knight

His gifts are often like this.. random. You never expect what he can give. One time it's some kind of cute trinket, and the next time it's a weapon 😨 (of course so that his beloved can stand up for herself)

But he doesn't really mind if you're a pacifist or just don't want to hurt someone. He is always happy to protect you, while of course showing off in all sorts of ways. "Babe, are you watching? I did a great job on them, didn't I??"

He's as clingy as possible, I'm serious. He loves hugging so much that hugging at every meeting with him will be something ordinary for you. It's just one of his ways of expressing sympathy

I'm 100% sure he's styling his hair. Or they are always like that. In any case, they are as soft as possible.

I'm not sure if he feels the touch. Let's assume that he feels it quite a bit

Despite this, he always tries to count the power to touch you

Oh yes, he definitely likes to carry his beloved on his arms, back and shoulders. He especially likes to walk around the city like this or run away from enemies with you, because he is an cyborg, much faster than your human legs, just let him treat you like his lady :D

The poor guy is sometimes so upset because he doesn't have lips. I mean, how can he then give his beloved more love?? In any case, he finds a way out of the situation and just rests his faceplate on the place where he wants to kiss you. Too cute

He definitely giggles stupidly when you initiate all this romantic stuff. Did you kiss him yourself? I swear, he lifts one leg like a girl and can't stop giggling in love

His nicknames are so sweet to you, sometimes banal, but it's cute. (Lady, sweetheart, princess, love of my life, beloved)

Each of your mornings together will begin with his speech. He will absolutely always wake up earlier, if he is sleeping at all, of course. Let's say it goes into sleep mode for a set time. "Yo, yo, yo, wake up, sleepyhead!"

Cooking? No, and again no, bro does not know how to cook, he buys you ready-made food, because he does not need it himself

He always likes to make you laugh, he is infinitely glad to see you happy :)

He definitely likes the idea of paired things. Even the bracelet you gave him will always be worn (until he loses it)

You rarely quarrel, I think, but if it happens, he always apologizes first

Don't give him a plant or a pet, they'll just die 😭

He likes to sing for you, even if it's not quite perfect and the ears of others wither from his singing

He will immediately ask to exchange numbers or social networks. What for? To send you his photos and silly messages if you are not around, of course. He definitely uses a lot of emojis

He likes to arrange a movie night with you. Of course, you'll be watching mostly his favorite show. He watches it so often that at one point he will just say lines along with the characters

He likes to lie on your lap at such moments or just hold hands, because it's romantic in his understanding

Thanks for reading <3

[jakeyispuppy]

ROOMMATE | NISHIMURA RIKI

📓 Pairing: Nishimura Riki Roommate! x Female Reader Roommate!

📓 Genre: Smut.

📓 Description: Riki was supposed to hand in a report before the end of the summer, but he forgot to do it, so now he decides to ask the reader for help. But in exchange for what?

📓 Words: 1K.

📓 Warnings: oral sex, nicknames, enemies to lovers?, vulgar language. (Sorry, if I missed any tags)

-Y/N...

You heard the voice of your annoying roommate, Riki Nishimura, calling you. You were lying on your bed looking at your phone, so you put it aside to look into his eyes.

"Tell me."

You saw his cheeks blush slightly and he looked at the floor. His reaction only confused you, since you didn't expect him to suddenly become shy when he was always joking around and annoying you.

Riki bit his lower lip and finally looked you in the eye.

"I have a favor to ask of you," he murmured, looking at you with his feline eyes. "Would you help me with my report?"

You rolled your eyes and finally understood why he was suddenly being so sweet. A summer report was due before school started again, but apparently, your dear Riki hadn't deigned to do it all summer, only to come at the last minute and ask you to save him from trouble.

Should you accept? No, this was the perfect time to get revenge on him for all the times he'd been an irritating brat to you.

"Report?" You raised an eyebrow, smiling maliciously. "No, how lazy."

Now it was Riki who rolled his eyes, pushing his tongue against his cheek.

"Come on, it's not like you have anything better to do," he complained, crossing his arms. "Besides..."

Riki didn't finish his sentence and returned to his shy expression, looking away.

"Besides?"

He looked at you and shook his head.

"Nothing, forget it."

"Tell me, maybe I'll agree to help you if you tell me." You sat on your bed, giving him a curious look.

Riki licked his lips and thought about it for a bit before finally opening his mouth again.

"Look," he said bluntly, moving closer to you. "If you agree to help me... I-I'll..." Riki cleared his throat, suddenly feeling nervous. "I'll give you oral if you do my report for me."

Your mouth fell open in surprise, and you didn't know what to say. Had you heard correctly? He wanted to give you oral in exchange for...

"What?!"

"Well... I'm pretty sure you haven't had sex in a long time, since I've heard you touching yourself in your room from time to time."

Your cheeks flushed at his confession. It was embarrassing to hear it coming from his own lips, the fact that he'd heard you moaning and desperately touching yourself when you thought he was asleep.

"H-huh?"

"Don't try to deny it," Riki rolled his eyes and then smiled with amusement. "The walls are thin." "Besides, I need that report by Monday, so I have no choice," he confessed with a shrug.

Despite how ridiculous that proposal was, you were seriously considering it. It wasn't a bad idea, was it?

Noticing your lack of reaction, Riki approached you and caught you off guard, pushing your body back, causing you to lie on the bed with him on top of you.

"You're completely crazy!"

Riki burst out laughing and brought his face close to yours, brushing his lips against yours. Your breaths mingled as, for some reason, you felt the need to have his full lips on yours. They looked appetizing, even more so when Riki wet them with his tongue. You wondered what his tongue would feel like on you, his lips...

"So you're in?" he asked playfully, snapping you out of your thoughts.

After all, what would you lose by trying? It would only be once, and then you could regret it or make fun of him for blackmailing you with something so stupid yet tempting.

"Whatever." You rolled your eyes, feigning indifference. "Just do it now, before I change my mind."

"Yes... I promise you won't regret it," he purred, smiling amusedly. "But I hope you'll do your part too, baby."

Riki moved over your body, quickly finding a comfortable spot between your legs to settle between them, brushing his fingertips against your soft, plump thighs.

His hands travel to the elastic of your sleep shorts, feeling over them before slowly pulling them down your thighs and around your ankles, removing them from your body.

"Oh, but what a dirty girl, you're not wearing panties," he hissed, licking his soft lips as his eyes scanned your pussy lustfully.

Riki runs a finger over your upper lips, laughing at how you react to him wiggling around in an attempt to get more contact with his fingers.

"I know, baby, I'm really good."

You rolled your eyes at his boast; you'd forgotten how irritating he could be, a boy with an inflated ego. But right now, you don't have time to curse him in your head. You just want to feel his lips on you, in a way that's too I've been needy for your taste.

His lips suddenly pressed on your clit, pulling you from your thoughts and making your body shudder, wanting more of him.

His tongue joined in, beginning to lick your entire area gently and precisely, as if he wanted to have all your flavor in his mouth until he'd tasted every drop of your fluids.

"Yes, fuck, Riki..."

"Mm, you like it when I do this, don't you?"

His tongue began to tease your clit, making you grip the sheets.

Riki knew what he was doing and continued doing it, painfully slow.

His grip on your thighs tightened, and he opened your legs a little more, placing them on his shoulders for more access. His tongue and mouth played perfectly over your pussy, bringing you closer and closer to your end. Everything was driving you crazy. His grip, firm and somewhat painful, would likely later leave his fingers etched on your skin, his mouth, his tongue, the way he made you moan, and even... Riki himself was making you see stars.

"Ri...Riki."

His name was the only thing that came out of your lips as you felt the spasms and your body tense up more and more at the delicious movements of his tongue on you.

"Come on, baby, finish for me."

Moans and his name were the only two things that came out of your lips when you finally reached your long-awaited orgasm, but Riki, instead of pulling away, began licking your juices, overstimulating you on the spot.

You moaned, trying to push him away with your hand in his hair, but who were you fooling? It felt fucking good. The way he was devouring you and the obscene sounds his mouth made as it absorbed your fluids.

You'll definitely keep that moment in your mind forever.

"Baby, remember, you owe me a favor now."

Riki smiled once he finally pulled away from your pussy, leaving you breathing heavily and your pussy throbbing, wanting more of him.

His lips were shiny with your fluids as he licked them slowly, tasting your flavor. Yeah, this guy was definitely fucking hot, and you'd obviously be sure to do more for him from now on.

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[b1eedthefreak]

b1eedthefreak masterlist :3

welcome to my masterlist! i am not limited to writing daryl, please feel free to request other people or anything under my interest post <3 enjoy!

please keep in mind i forget to update this frequently so it might not have everything and you might have to scroll though my account. let me know if any links don’t work!

daryl dixon

smut | red = sub daryl | blue = m reader |

midnight needs - daryl is asleep but you’re needy

i’m right here - you can’t help but cry during sex

make it feel good - soft sex with daryl

take care - you had a rough day, daryl takes care of you

sweet dreams - you ride daryl’s thigh in your sleep

touching you - you and daryl arrive in alexandria and he’s 𝓯��𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂

in your eyes - daryl cries during sex

take care of ya - daryl gets 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 with grimes!reader

in your hands - daryl manhandling you during sex

belong to me - daryl punishes you after a group of guys

gentle - daryl’s scared to hurt you during sex

lucky day - you find a bag of weed on a trip with daryl

little thing - your insecure about your small boobs, daryl fixes that

mothers day - daryl wants to celebrate mother’s day with you… properly

sweet sound - merle overheard you touching yourself moaning daryl’s name last night and tells daryl

little competition - threesome with you, daryl, and rick

sit - riding daryl’s thigh after watching him manspread

you coming - you and daryl get caught in the infirmary (light smut, mostly fluff

before the sun - early morning sex with daryl

desperate - daryl flees to the room after getting hard, only for you to accidentally walk in

dumb - daryl fucks you dumb

what you need - daryl enjoys likes watching you beg

taste you - daryl begs for you after a long day

cryin’ for me - daryl talks to you and your pussy

sweet talk - you take care of daryl after a long day

title - daryl makes you feel good for the first time

just ride - daryl wants you to ride his face

long way to go - you’re in full control of daryl

good for you - daryl’s not used to being taken care of, you show him what it’s like

fluff | pink = girly reader | green = hispanic reader | blue = m reader |

night watch - you join daryl on his night watch

can i have a bite? - you keep staring at daryl, he finally asks why

piercing - daryl’s wound won’t heal, you suggest a piercing

attached to the hip - you and beth are best friends and are attached to daryl’s hip

you shouldn’t have? - daryl gets reader a “gift”

on every page - you lose your journal on a run, daryl goes back to find it

heavyweight - dealing with drunk daryl

lay right here - daryl is obsessed with your boobs

sweet talk - talking to daryl in a baby voice

nights like this - daryl gets home late from a supply run and is too grumpy to admit he missed you

taken man - daryl’s upset the new women in the prison keep flirting with him

still get jealous - daryl was never one to get jealous, or so you thought

my old lady - daryl calls you a new nickname

made you look - you casually undress infront of daryl not thinking anything of it, but he does

anniversary - daryl remembers your anniversary

should’ve been there - daryl goes to find you after your group leaves you behind on a run

wildflower - you tease daryl and he finally gives in

boyfriend boot camp - you teach daryl how to be a good boyfriend

princess duty - you sprain your ankle, daryl takes care of you

lovers enemies - you and daryl are dating… but are from enemy groups and both run into each other

chismosa - daryl hears you and rosita gossiping in spanish

puda - you teach daryl spanish

voice - the new women in the prison make fun of your accent, daryl’s not having it

angst

be there for you - daryl doesn’t understand why you’re crying after he yelled at you

blue hair (pt. 2) - you loved daryl, he loved you, but he couldn’t let himself feel (ispo. blue hair by tv girl)

take me - daryl is about to get killed at the lineup by negan, you try to save him

in the end - you and daryl get into an argument that he’ll never get to apologize for

Rick Grimes

smut

little competition - three some with you, rick, and daryl

fluff

something like home - rick imagines a life with you and judith

sheriff - you watch rick like it’s a full time job, he doesn’t mind at all

angst

nothing yet, request some!

Carl Grimes

fluff

nothing yet, request some!

angst

nothing yet, request some!

Negan Smith

smut

nothing yet, request some!

fluff

second chances - everyone in alexandria hates negan, expect you

angst

nothing yet, request some!

[mywifealhaitham]

pre release boothill relationship headcanons!!!

a/n: I'm fiending off crumbs... I've wanted to read some x reader of him but theres none so I gotta write it myself. I hope the other 4 boothill fans enjoy

warnings: gn!reader, like 2 gendered pet names (pretty girl/boy), most of this is written with bias because we don't have alot to go off, obviously written prerelease, when we actually get content of him I'll definitely be rewriting

LEAKS AHEAD!!!

bc: Valentine_DD_ on twt

- Boothill is described as a righteous person if his bottom line doesn't get crossed, so he definitely treats you good. probably more on the protective side when it comes to you, he's probably not afraid to use his gun if someone is threatening you.

- and believe me he's intimidating. from his overall tough and "unruly" cowboy look to his mechanical body it leaves enemies just a little challenged. he lowers his voice too and probably has a more fierce look in his eyes too. after any threats have been delt with he probably turns to you and turns into the sweetest thing ever, a wide grin across his face and his hands on your cheeks peppering you with small kisses.

- Its said he's a bit sophisticated due to his experiences so I'd like to imagine sometimes he charms you with facts and details about other planets or just genuinely sharing some tips and tricks he's picked up from other cultures. he's also a person who can get along with others pretty well but he can easily give strangers an impression he's selfish and is a bad person.

- again this kinda feeds into he's basically you'd guard dog... but I mean who wouldn't want to be saved by a handsome and sweet cowboy. despite his unpredictable personality and looks he's a huge gentleman for sure. always opens doors and pulls out chairs for you, makes sure your behind him and okay if any danger approaches and practically listens to your every command (lowkey giving off my girl and I don't argue she tells me to shut up and I do)

- one part I'm so excited to see is what they mean by he's illiterate and using metaphors. it's probably just him using slang but it's still kinda cute. I feel like his cheesy and strange metaphors turn into pick up lines when talking to you. perhaps he'll pull a "did it hurt when you fell from heaven?" or something cheesier. Definitely a huge nickname guy, almost never uses your real name. I'm guessing he'd use stuff like doll, sugar, baby, pretty girl/boy and more teasing names. heavy on doll and sugar and just imagine him saying it in a deep southern accent... 😍 kicking my feet. also I imagine he loves making you giggle by not cursing (because he literally cant) and normally he'd get pissed if someone laughed at him like that if it's you he doesn't mind at all.

- that's pretty much it for like analyzing the leaks I saw but now the stuff up ahead is just bias yapping because I always project

- HE DEFINITELY IS A HAND KISSER. greets you by getting on one knee, holding his hat to his chest and kissing your hand. makes eye contact with you too and does that toothy smirk of his IM SWOONINGGG

- maybe he's a dancer! pulls you into his arms and places his hat on your head when a good song plays in taverns. even if your clueless on any type of dances then he'll pull you along to the beat whispering Instructions in your ear.

- gets so lovesick when drunk it drives everyone mad. any folks he's sitting with at a bar gets a whole speech on his wonderful beautiful darling who he owes his live and would happily die by their hand. and may God save you when you come pick him up because he'll be all over you. Immediately he wraps a arm around your waist as he slurrs his hello as he proceeds to tell you he loves you like 40 times. besides the mass amounts of kisses you'll receive once you both reach a private spot he let's some feelings that he might be too shy to share normally, holding your face as he calls you his pretty girl/boy and how he's so lucky to have you.

- honestly not the best for cuddling however unfortunately he needs to cuddle you to sleep so goodluck! his metal body isn't completely uncomfortable it's just cold alot. he tries to get around this by literally preheating himself with blankets before you go to bed.

very bad boothill brainrot atm... only a few more weeks until we get official content 😭 everyone hold hands we got this

here's the actual leaks if anyone is curious ^_^

[holylulusworld]

Aahp (8) - Their sweet angel

Summary: You end up being their sweet angel.

Pairing: Mobster!Andy Barber x fem!Reader, Mobster!Nick Fowler x fem!Reader, Mobster!Steve Rogers x fem!Reader, Mobster!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Characters: Jake Jensen, Lloyd Hansen

Warnings: angst, mentions of character’s death, mafia business, Lloyd being Lloyd, flirty Lloyd, fluff, implied future polyamory

Angel and her protectors masterlist

Catch up here: Aahp (7) - Fooled

“Down he went. Down he goes. Down with the evil king,” Lloyd sing-songs as Jake shows them the footage of Alexander Pierce’s downfall. “I told you we are going to bring that asshole down too, Jakie pie.”

“Stop calling me that,” Jake grunts. Lloyd loves to give people nicknames, and the hacker can’t stand it. “I’m not one of your boy toys.”

Lloyd winks at Jake, “You wish you were, Jakie pie. All of you wish to have Lloyd Hansen’s attention. If you want to go for a ride, I got lots of lube in my luggage.”

“Lloyd, stop hitting on our hacker,” Andy tuts as he watches Alexander Pierce fall to his knees, begging for his pitiful life. His enemies know no mercy. They execute him, ending his life with a bullet to his brain.

“He’s too cute to ignore,” Lloyd teases. “Jakie boy, do you want to come home with me? I’ll be good to you, Jakie pie.”

“What are you doing here?” Nick angrily mutters. “Stop being so loud. Y/N finally fell asleep. Ransom’s death agitated her. He was the worst to her, but she loved him not so long ago.”

“Aw, the princess needs her sleep, and the white knight comes to her rescue,” Lloyd cackles. He loves to mess with everyone around him. “Did she already let you play hide the salami or, does she still not let you get some?”

“Final warning!” Nick is in Lloyd’s face. He grabs him by the throat to slam Lloyd into the wall. “You will stop making stupid comments about Pookie, or I’ll end you, here and now.”

“Nick, calm the fuck down. We don’t have time to clean up your mess.” Bucky drags his brother off Lloyd. “We still need his help. Who knows how many enemies are waiting for us to fall.”

“Pierce and Drysdale are out of the picture. This doesn’t mean their former allies won’t go after us. There’s no guarantee they’ll never find out that we are behind Pierce’s and Drysdale’s downfall,” Andy tries to stop Nick, Bucky, and Lloyd from getting into a fight. “Steve is talking to Fury now.”

“Good,” Nick grunts as he turns to leave. “Keep the volume low. We are all happy Piece bit the dust, but Y/N needs her sleep. She had a rough week, or rather months, filled with fear and uncertainty. I try to convince her to stay here…with me—ahem…I meant us.”

“Let me handle this,” Bucky offers. He grins, provoking his brother to get a reaction out of him. “I bet she’ll be putty in my hands.”

“You’ll keep your hands to yourself!” Nick points at his brother. “All of you. The last thing Y/N needs is four needy bastards pouncing on her like some animals.”

“A pack!” Bucky exclaims. “How about we feast on her sweet, ripe body like wolves.” He cackles when his brother is about to go ballistic. “Relax, Nick. We won’t harm her. If Y/N decides to stay with us, we can talk about the nature of the relationship she wants with us.”

“Gang bang,” Lloyd throws in. He’s as shameless as ever when he cups his crotch. “If she can’t take all of you, I can help her out. But remember, Jakie pie is mine.”

“Keep your hands and dick to yourself,” Jake snaps at the cocky mercenary. “If I see your dick, you will lose it.”

“I got pictures, Jakie pie. Do you want to see them?”

Andy, Nick, and Bucky leave the room. They don’t want to be part of this conversation any longer.

Nick worriedly watches you sleep on the king-sized bed. He sighs because you didn’t want him to stay with you.

“What are you doing?” Andy hisses, watching Nick, watching you. “We agreed on giving her space and time.”

“Yeah, what are you doing here?” Bucky and Steve ask in unison. It’s their thing. They have been best friends since childhood and always know what the other thinks.

Nick closes his eyes and counts to ten. He only wanted to be alone with you for a moment. No such luck.

“Let’s give her some alone time, and let her sleep.” Andy places his hand on Nick’s shoulder. “I know you like her, but it’s not up to you if she stays or not. Ransom is gone. She’s free to do whatever she wants to.”

Reluctantly, Nick gets up from the bed. He glances at you before turning to leave the room, following the others outside to finally celebrate their victory.

“So………” Nick expectantly looks at you. You were eating your breakfast when Andy asked the most important question you’ll ever answer in your life. “Do you want to stay with…all of us…or one of us…or…”

“Do you want to go back to your life without us,” Bucky jumps in. He stands a little closer to sniff at your hair.

“She will stay with us, right?” Steve asks, but it sounds more like an order to you. “Right, doll? You don’t want to go back to your life. We can give you so much more than orgasms.”

Andy chokes on his coffee. “Steve!” He hisses in his brother’s direction. “Seriously? This is how you want to make her stay?”

“Orgasms…” You repeat. “Are you good at giving a woman orgasm?” You look Steve straight in the eyes. “All of you?”

“What?” Andy splutters.

“I’m just asking for a friend.” You shrug and go back to finish your oatmeal. “You know, a girl can’t live off oatmeal and nice dresses. She needs more from a man…or…” you look at all of them, smirking. “Her men…”

“Pookie, you naughty little vixen!” You squeal when Nick grabs you by your waist to place you on the dining table. “What do you want?”

“I want to be more than a fleeting thought to you. I don’t want to end up alone, and heartbroken again because you found someone prettier, or sexier.”

“We won’t…” Nick silences your worries with his lips, kissing you greedily. “You’re ours now, and we are yours.”

“So—who’s going to eat the cute pie first, and can I join?” Lloyd asks, walking in on you making out with Nick.

“Get out!” Bucky, Nick, Andy, and Steve yell at the mercenary.

“Fine, fine,” Lloyd raises his hands in surrender. “More Lloyd for Jakie pie…”

FIN

[dragonsoulage]

„I steal you, if I have to…“

feat. Suguru Geto

What happens when he decides to steal the girl he adores so much away from the rest from the world. When he decides to be selfish this time, when he decides to have you on his side. He cares and he loves more than you ever thought. You were the one thing he couldn’t leave behind. He would let the world burn for you.

Hello world, this time I couldn’t help myself and write something more angsty about my precious husband. You don’t know how less control I have when it comes to Geto, my sweet babygurl 🤣✨🤌🏻 for real I love him 💖 but well I always have the feeling usually people like to read more like smūt about the JJK men, and that’s fine I mean I like smūt too. But I just wanted to write something different, like his depressed state and his understanding when you would suffer too in his eyes. In this story you are a sorcerer too, your cursed technique is based on manipulating emotions and sensing them what means you could sense his depression💀. Anyway have fun. 🥰🥰

Wordcount: 4,7k

Warnings: angst, depression, mental health, sad, emotional support, still a little fluffy

"You can't take me away, Sugu." you said, you were trapped in your own dorm. Although, you felt anything but trapped.

The now special grade curse user stepping closer, you did not flinch away, why should you?

It was still Sugu, right?

Sugu, how you called him. How he liked to hear this nickname from your lips.

A large hand to lay against your cheek, you felt so fragile, as if you would break every moment.

You heard what happened, you heard how he decided.

He was officially an enemy.

Officially...

But not you, although you were too soft, too good and kind for the things he had planned.

A light among all the darkness.

He knew it was selfish, he knew it was probably not right.

But he already went to extremes, what would be another one than?

"Why can't I? Because it's not right? Not what you want?" his voice was soft, like from an angel, like you always remembered it.

"I can't...do these things you do. I can't..." you stuttered, and he could see these big fat tears in your eyes, one dropped out of them. Making them so shiny and sad.

He had a scowl on his face, disliking seeing you in a state like this, although he knew he was the reason for it.  

"You don't need to do anything, you are not ready to do. I would never force you to use your powers... I just want you to be with me. The one last thing I can't separate from."

he explained, purple eyes met yours with an intensity, pulling you closer so he could lean down to you, his forehead against yours.

Watching closely how overwhelmed you were...

But how did it come that you found yourself in this position?  

It was the time after the events with Riko Ammanai, weeks after the gruesome mission.

In weeks, his state went to be bad.

Depression settling in, into Geto. Making him lose weight, making him look dull.

And yet not everyone noticed.

Not that he wanted anyone to notice.

At least of all Gojo, not wanting to be a further burden. He had to live with it, right?

But, well, he didn't know someone like you would step into his life. You were part of the Jujutsu High too, although you two never really had anything to do together.

He just knew your name, literally nothing else.

But you, you weren't a special grade sorcerer, but you were special indeed, in another way.

A cursed technique that was hard to explain, and on the first look didn't seem too useful.

You could sense feelings, you could literally see an aura around persons, you could see how they were doing.

But not just that, you could manipulate feelings, give an illusion of serenity, although death was right next door.

Could make someone feel so anxious about their own shadow, they think they might die.

It was rarely used, simply because it overwhelmed your own mind, your own body. 

After missions, when you used a lot of your cursed energy you were feeling overstimulated to every noise and touch, it was like...walking inside shards just with your brain.

Geto didn't know you had these abilities, it was rarely used, after all.

But now, for the next countless weeks, you passed him on the hallway in the dorm. You were used to seeing people's feeling, sensing their emotions.

So you tried to overlook the fact when you saw people who were depressed, you could not make everyone feel not bad right?

It was after all not your task to make everyone feeling not depressed, besides that your illusions were temporary.

But every time you saw Geto, the aura grew darker and darker, every time you passed him, he gave a small nod as greeting, his eyes more empty than ever.

Every time you walked by, you saw how the darkness surrounded him, and it made you more than worried.

You started simple...not wanting to confront him.

Not feeling in the position to tell him you knew he suffered.

Because who wants to know that?

Every person who is depressed knows this, but you don't want to hear it. Not when you tried too hard to hold it together.

When you passed him again, you just touched his shoulder.

"Have a good day." you cheered, trying to flash a small smile, and while you touched his shoulder...  

You let some of your energy flow into him, not that much, and not really manipulating his feeling, but just so much he felt an ounce lighter.

And this went on for some time, sometimes you dropped something with full purpose so he would help you to pick it up, brushing against his fingers and arm, to do it all over again.

So every time he saw you in the hallway, he felt...better.

Sometimes too good for his own thoughts.

Geto wasn't naive, because the feeling a little lighter suddenly out of nowhere...every time he saw you when you walked by, this couldn't be a coincidence?

When you passed him, he could see the concern in your eyes, but he never really thought much about it, not that he ever thought it would be because of him.   

He decided after some training to ask Gojo about you, not that the white haired lanky sorcerer would have any clue, but who knows?

"Do you know (Y/N)? Like anything about her?" Geto the asked him while sliding Gojo over a sweet treat he took from the vending machine before training started for him.

"What? You gonna cheat on me with her?" Gojo chuckled, leaning back and stretching his long legs out.

Geto gave him a look, but well he was used to that with him, he was just not in the mood to make a sarcastic remark.

"I would cheat on you with Nanami and this is a thing." he repeated, seems like he still couldn't stop making sarcastic remarks.

"But to your question, I know her name, she is in second year...another class. Not heard much of her." Gojo then answered like it would be not an important thing.

"Why you want to know? Got a hallway crush?" he laughed, raising his snowy eyebrows. 

"Was just interested in, she has a...how do I explain...something on her that I don't understand. But well, I don't know her, so I just thought maybe I find out." Suguru spoke with a heavy sigh, what was the weird reason that he felt lighter when you passed him?

Was this really just his imagination, that your pretty smile was making things better for a moment?

The time went on, and you decided to pull on the next stage, you were known to be shy, but when you passed him he didn't find a clue of it at all.

Little did he know you could overcome your insecurities when something was important to you.

So you didn't care about being shy when you saw in what a deep hole he sat.

When you now passed him, you stopped him then, talking to him, asking him little stupid questions where Yaga might be or if he knows a good place for learning in peace.  Building such intense eye contact.

But when he met you, he observed you more clearly. Trying to figure it out, breaking his head over that weird fact.

He noticed your body language, when you talked with others, you were physically distanced, always sweet and nice but not so...touchy, how he tried to put it.

You placed a hand on his arm, sometimes when you showed him something on your phone your arm brushed his, standing so close he got a whiff of your perfume.

The way you looked him so soft in the eyes.

Besides his depression, he would have tried to pull you after seeing these pretty eyes all so focused on him.

But probably it would have never come to this when he wouldn't sit in the shithole of being depressed.

It was clear to him, something about you was different. 

Geto decided to find out why, and instead of asking a bunch of people he did not even want to talk to, he decided to sneak into Yagas office.

Of course, it would be weird when he would ask Yaga himself, besides that why should he want to explain he wanted to know why you made him feel "lighter" in his heart.

As if he ever would want to explain someone, he felt like everything he did for the human world was pointless.

When he sunk inside, he went to the filing cabinet, and searched for your name. There you was.

"Ah, there you are, pretty." he mumbled and took a look inside.

What he found, well he was surprised.

"Manipulating emotions and feelings..." he read to himself, indeed interesting, although the part where your cursed technique is tried to be explained was confusing even for him.

But he understood the fact...you drained yourself when you manipulated emotions, or created illusions.

When you tried to make someone feel better, you needed to replace the pain, what meant you needed to take over the feeling your counterpart felt.   

What means, your training wasn't just about physical abilities, it was an endurance training to endure pain in all the forms. What led to the fact that you ended up to be an overstimulated mess, what made you feel so absolutely crazy.

It was hard, you felt pain that not even were yours, and you needed to do it for missions in an amount....that was too big to comprehend.

"That is far from fair..." he said to himself, far too unfair for the reason, that humans did not even appreciate the effort you had put in to save them.

He understood it, after all he swallowed curses, absorbed negative emotions from them.

But there kicked the realization in, the reason he felt better when he saw you, was because you used a little of your cursed technique.

He just couldn't explain himself why.

He stood there with the file in his hands, in the empty office, placed an invisible curse outside so it would tell him when Yaga would be coming back.

"Seems like I need to ask her myself." he mumbled before putting the file back in the cabinet.   

So, not many days after that, he particularly looked out for you. Usually Geto went with Gojo and Shoko somewhere to eat something after school, at least when he could make himself get up for that. But not today, claiming to be too tired.

He was tired, but he was more curious about what you would need to say when the big ass, handsome sorcerer would walk up to you and ask you why you saw the need to use your abilities on him.

And there, he found you outside, alone, although you seemed a little too happy because you just got yourself some snacks. Wanting to sit in the sun to bit into one of the sesame balls you bought yourself.

Holding the golden treasure in your both hands to take a bite, there joined you.

Quietly like a cat just sitting next to you.

You stopped your very motion, when you noticed the shadow next to you.

Turning your pretty face around to see it is Suguru, maybe your plan worked, you thought.

Maybe the subtle comfort you tried to give him worked?

Building a base, so he walked by to say hello?

"Suguru, how can-" you started to speak, already reaching out a warm hand to lay on his shoulder, but he stopped you.   

He looked you serious in the eyes, some of his raven hair fell into his face as he caught your wrist gently in his large palm.

Then he saw the flash of irritation on your face, how your eyes darted to see how he caught your wrist.

"I know what you do, I read your file." he spoke without even hesitating, or sugar-coating a nice small talk before, he went straight to the topic.

This made your pretty eyes widen, the fact he found out.

Of course, he could find it out, it would have been enough when he had asked one of your friends.   

But since Geto didn't feel like talking to every one and everything, you never considered he would do, but he went straight to read your very file.

"You read my file? Why did you do so?" you questioned, but your voice remained steady, as he slowly let go of your wrist.

You lowered your both hands, still your sesame ball in your them.

You seemed nearly sad that he found out, but you tried to act composed.

"Well, after asking myself when I feel a little better after I passed you, I grew suspicious. Why the hell should my heart feel lighter out of nowhere. After some observing, it was clear it had something to do with you. And it was not just the nice smile you gave me." Geto let you know, calling you a little out. But his voice didn't give away of anger or anything that would make it uncomfortable.

He just wanted to know why you did it, why you saw the need to do this for him, although you knew him just so little.

"When you read my file, you know I see an aura around persons. I can sense the feelings of someone, no matter if I want to or not, but I see it." you answered, lowered your head before you put the sesame ball away, afraid he might dislike what you did.

You always had been someone sensitive, caring about what people thought of you. Caring about every move you made, if it was fine. Thinking too much, and probably far too deep with your heart.

A sweet trait, that usually often were abused by people who saw how soft you were.

"And there is the point... I know you do, but you also see it by others. You don't give others the treatment you give me. You don't know me, not for real, and yet you do it." he explained to you, clearly pushing you to spill the beans.

You sighted before you lifted your head, you did it for him because you rarely even saw someone with such a dark intensity of depression than him. Likewise, you couldn't just do nothing, not when you actually could make a difference for someone, even when you didn't know him at all.   

Then you looked over to the streets, before you pointed to a woman.

"See the woman there? She suffers under the same thoughts as you, the same feelings. But the aura she has, is dark... People who are sad or dealing with a lot, they share the same dark aura. But there are still differences." you started to explain to him, both of you watching how the woman continued her way.

"Every color has a spectrum, hasn't it? Even when black, is black...the intensity of black can be different. And when I saw you dark your aura became, how black and pulsating it was... I can't just do nothing. Alone the thought how....how you need to feel." the way you said it to him, it was heartbreaking, the deep breath you needed to take, the way you worried about him.   

Someone worried about him, someone he didn't know worried, saw it, and acted.

He wanted to avoid it so much, that someone would catch a glimpse of his state.

He hid it well sometimes, but he couldn't hide from someone like you.

The imagination, you knew how he felt, because this had been your life.

Training your endurance to understand and to hold pain as an emotional state.

He took a moment to reply, sharp eyes met yours.

With an intensity, it made your heart stop.

"So you decided this by your own, because you know how I feel?" he asked again, just to confirm this for himself.

How you two sat on this bench, the streets in the background, rustling of the wind from the trees.

You nodded, to him, you were shy. Suddenly so shy, when he found out and confronted you, but you didn't decline what you have done.

It was nothing bad, right?

"I can't heal you, but I can help, so you can heal yourself." your voice dropped to a whisper.

You had quiet the point, no one could heal him, this is a task he needed to do himself.

But you...you could help him.   

There was just the question, if he wanted you to do that.

Another one who would drain themselves, for what use?

It was not that he thought he was not worth it. But it was the thought you would still need to do missions.

Missions where you needed to save these pathetic humans, humans who maybe wouldn't even appreciate what you did, how you suffered from the use of your cursed technique.

"You know, it took a while, a long while, after I read your file to understand your cursed technique and how it worked. You drain yourself when you use it." he stated as if it was a fact, it was one.

"It is completely fine when I do it in a range I can, like when you passed me by. Please don't...don't forbid me to use it on you." you replied faster than you wanted, before you took his one hand.

You were a cute one, afraid that he would push you away, because for you somehow you build a connection, two souls sharing pain can be quite connecting.   

Geto, looked down to your smaller hand, it was not like your fingers would be intervened, but you wanted to show support, this was not your technique, this was your being.

Someone who was truly good, someone who truly cared.

Someone who can't look away.

"I can't deny that I feel better, but it don't make the problem go away, right?" his voice stained with the testament of his current mental state.

The problem that he had, wasn't just the trying to live with the shocking events of the mission with Riko...It wasn't just the loss or the experience, that he thought he lost his best friend.

No...the root of the problem was deeper, so much deeper.

"No, it won't disappear, but I can help you to make it smaller, every day. And I don't just mean to use my ability. I can be here, when you let me. I know we don't know much of each other for now, but I for me, I know enough that it makes me want to do something. I can listen, I can distract, and sometimes I can even go away when you want. But otherwise it would make my heart ache, when I just let you suffer alone, Suguru." you admitted, for someone smaller than him, you had a so much bigger heart.   

It made him having a soft clench in his heart, something that tugged on it, sharp eyes softened slightly, he didn't have to pull away from your hand, he let his rest in yours. Looking down on your both hands.

"Doesn't seem like I can get rid of you, maybe I don't even want to, when you seem to already know about me, my state." Suguru answered, how should he decline someone like you? When you already knew how he felt, maybe you didn't know the problem, but what mattered that you couldn't let him down.

It was oddly comforting to know that even a kinda like stranger, just a fellow student cared, that someone saw him. That someone saw behind that exterior that he put up, even for Gojo.   

After this conversation, things went different.

You two were friends, although it was a different friendship as he had to Gojo or Shoko.

At first, it was weird, that he wouldn't need to flash this charming smile, that he won't need to get up to do anything.

You two chatted casually, sometimes deeper, sometimes you just hugged him.

Just laying your arms around his bulking shoulders, and holding this big man with your smaller frame.

How your delicate fingers stroking over his back.

You always brought something to eat, for him, indeed eating with him, in his dorm.

Smiling at him.

And there were thoughts, thoughts that your smile probably brought him the most joy currently.

The way your eyes truly lit up when you saw him.

It never felt like you just would be there because of his depression, that you really want to get to know him, that you wanted to be part of the life from Suguru Geto.   

Although it was not like he wanted that, you used your cursed technique on him. But on some days...you did it without even asking.

Like the one time when you just decided to jump over your shadow of insecurity, and joined him in his bed.

Settling behind him, being the big spoon and while you did, letting some energy flow into him.

Making him feel loved and content.

Holding him, telling him he can let loose and that it was ok, that he don't need to pretend.

That you knew how strong he was, how much he was holding up.

How much he tried, and how good he was.

One of the fewer persons, telling him, that he was good.

Fingers tangling in his black, inky hair, caressing the strands. Making him shiver, and yet making him feel better, with the sad knowledge that it would be a long way....

He grew so accustomed to you, that it was no longer just friendship for him, there was another feeling. A feeling that he wanted you close....  

But what then happened, it had been one of the factors why he decided to turn against humanity.

It was a night where you didn't come by. A whole day he didn't see you around.

You were on a mission, together with Utahime.

Oh, how did you suffer...

How much you drained yourself, to save the people in that area.

When you and Utahime came back, he saw it for the very first time.

The screams that teared from your throat when Yaga came out of the building, because Utahime called for him. You had collapsed on the ground of pure exhaustion, as she tried to catch you.

But as soon as someone touched you, it was too much for your senses.

It ripped his heart in two, to watch it from the window he was standing.

Aware no one could help you in this state, not with his knowledge he had.

What would you need to endure, to be now a mess on the ground crying and feeling so overstimulated like every little noise and touch was a shard right into your very pure soul.

Someone like you suffered, because of these people....

Of people like the ones you saved, taking so much in...

How could these monkeys do this to you?  

Making your beautiful face cry? Staining it with tears? Making you tremble, and your eyes dart around in sheer panic like a deer that was cornered and dragged against a wall, who waited for the last shot.

It had been one of the moments, Geto couldn't just hope it would be all get in place and be better.

Non sorcerer were the reason you felt like this, the jujutsu society was the reason you did it.

And everything changed when he had this conversation with Yuki...

This was the turning point, the very reason he decided saving non sorcerer weren't for the better.

They were the real curse, people like him and others suffered.

That you suffered, that his best friend suffered, that Riko had to die.

And this is now the reason, he stood in your dorm.

He already told Gojo, what way he would take, that a world without non sorcerer were the only chance in his point of view.

The reason, his best friend wouldn't need to be always the strongest, the reason you would never need to experience this sheer overstimulation of pain and senses again.

The reason he would never need to swallow curses again.   

So here you stood now, with him in your dorm, he literally just told you he takes you with him, no matter what.

You saw the determination in his gaze, it was a bloody path, a path he would walk for you.

"What you suggest is that you take me with you and we both be criminals?" you asked him, it was hard what you heard now.

Suguru knew you were too soft for this life, too precious in his eyes. You had a truly big heart, wore it on your sleeve.

His thumb stroking over your cheekbone, he was so tender with you.

Realizing what he found in you.

"No, you won't be a criminal. You don't have to commit anything. I know you can't do what I do, because you are so...lovely." he started, his words were spoken as if he would just coo in your ear and tell you everything would be alright. How you always did it with him.

"You are too delicate, you never have to use your cursed technique again...because I will make it alright. And I just can't let you go, I know it's selfish, selfish that I don't let you chose, and I am truly sorry for that." he continued before his fingers grabbed your chin, but his grip was not hard, but he forced you to look in his eyes.   

"Sugu... You know I like you...that I want to be with you but, how do you think it works when you continue to go this path? I can't watch that." you spoke to him, on the edge of tears, how the threatened to spill out. How you loved this man, how you just had hoped to truly help him, and now things turned out so different.

"I do what needs to be done, create a world where you never will have to take the pain of others, and they wouldn't even thank you. How they would never bat an eye that you willingly took over their feelings. And then...we can be happy. You know we can, and I will do everything for this." he revealed his plan, to you, pulling your face just a little closer.

"I steal you, if I have to... I would let the world burn for you, you are too good for. Maybe even too good for me. But I love you, (Y/N). And I can't leave you here, not you." his words honest before you felt how his lips laid just so feather lightly against yours, afraid as if breaking you.

You were too shocked of the events, you heard what he's done, how he wiped out that one village.

So Suguru was now the villain that would steal the precious princess away from the world that so desperately tried to tear her apart.

While you tried to hold him together with all you could.

You felt like you would have been failing, although you never failed him, he just saw the problem out of a different angle than you.   

Although he hated the fact he was the reason you cried, the reason for your distress.

But when it was about you, he needed to be selfish, he needed to take you with him, for himself. He wanted to create the best for you and everyone he cared about, even when the methods were wrong in everyone else eyes, even when it means he needed to do something that troubled your fragile soul, but he would catch you, like you caught him.

This man loved you, told you he loved you, and that he would burn the world if that would mean you were safe, that you were all his and that he finally could have this peace inside him to be truly happy with you...

[pancake404]

Fate of the Followers

I’m drawing Au’s like their Pokémon.

Anyway, explanation. I had an idea like this for quite a while but I do remember another user talk about an AU similar to this which got me to draw my version. Pretty much, instead of the Player/Angel, it’s actually three former orphans. “Lavender”(Catnap/Theodore), “Yarnball”(Quinn/Yarnaby), and “Flower”(Kissy Missy).

In this timeline, the Prototype got electrocuted(Theo got hit a little too) and told Theo to book it, which he tearfully did, escaping the factory and being later found by the original protagonist who decided to sort of adopt him/keep him away from Playtime’s grasp.

Before Quinn got experimented, a family surprisingly saw Quinn’s capabilities and were fascinated enough to adopt him. Sawyer tried to prevent it but with Stella in the way(she’s in charge of adoption), there was less he could do about it and Quinn was taken away. Quinn strived to be a scientist out of respect for Sawyer and to make him proud, hoping one day, he would work with Sawyer in science. Make the world prettier together.

“Flower”(Theo gave her the nickname) is the orphan that would’ve became Kissy Missy but she was adopted by Stella herself despite Playtime’s disapproval and after her disappearance, “Flower” was taken in by Stella’s sister.

The followers, Catnap for the Prototype, Kissy to Poppy, and Yarnaby for the Doctor, all coming back in wonder about what happened to this place they once called home sweet home. But when key characters disappear and events change, it could create a butterfly effect that will result in a completely different outcome of what’s left. Who are the enemies? Who are the allies? Who should they trust?

If I were to continue this, it would behave like an ask blog in a way where I introduce the story and commenters can help guide the characters, give advice, or ask questions. You know the gist.

So…yeah, pretty much.

[mochinomnoms]

Hiii! For the Hanahaki event can I request Vil (romantic) with prompt #7? A gender neutral reader would be appreciated, thanks!!

Also if youre up for it maybe prompt #12 with Ace (Platonic) with the reader’s object of affection still being Vil? This prompt with Ace is too funny for me to ignore I just HAVE to sneak him in 😭😭

vil schoenheit, platonic!ace trappola x gn!reader [tags] – fluff, humor, semi enemies-to-friends-to-lovers, sickenly sweet [wc} – 3,458 prompt 7: “I've heard of wearing your heart on your sleeve, but wearing petals in your hair is a whole new level of fashion statement.” prompt 12: "No, I haven't been growing marigolds out of my ass. Why would you even ask that?!” note - writing this was surprisingly hard. but i got it and i think it's very cute, i just hope Vil is mostly in character :skull: also i don't know german so idk if the nickname is an accurate translation! comments loved and appreciated! a floral inconvenience

Marigold: often used during festivals like Diwali and Navratri, marigolds symbolize purity, auspiciousness, and the divine.

You were going to murder him. 

“Heyyyyyy Prefect!” Ace gave you a cheeky grin as he held your glass bottle of very expensive salicylic acid serum, balancing it precariously between his fingers. “What about this? Can I take this—whoops!”

“ACE!”

You shrieked as the bottle slipped from his fingers, only to be caught by his other hand, an infuriating grin still on his hand. 

“Hehe, relax! I’m just messing around—oh shit!” The bottle slipped again from his fingers as a now panicked Ace scrambled to capture it. “Oop. Got it. It’s fine.”

“Oh my gooooooooood, Ace, I’m going to fucking kill you, give that back!” You snatched the bottle from his hands, giving him a good kick behind the knees as you walked past him. 

“Owwwww, Prefect, why are you so mean to me?” Ace pouted as you put your serum back on your desk with the rest of the skincare Vil had gifted everyone at the start of the SDC training. Ace continued whining as he packed his bags to go back to Heartslabyul, being left behind by Deuce who went to get snacks from Sam’s with Epel. 

He felt bad that all the food you had was cursed by Vil at the beginning. 

“It’s almost like you want me out of your dorm, kinda rude, you know.”

“You know what’s rude?” You smacked down the pillow Ace threw your way as you huffed, “Your face. Ugly ass, you know you had a room next door, how’d all your stuff end up in my room?”

Ace shrugged as he shoved his wrapped up sweater into the now bulky backpack he’d brought over, throwing himself onto your bed and grunting as he bounced on the squeaky frame. 

“I don’t know, how’d you burn the Queen of Hearts’s statue—”

“That was you—”

“—the world will never know.” 

You rolled you eyes as you laid on your stomach next to him, hugging a spare pillow to your face. Closing your eyes, you sighed as the events of the last few weeks replayed in your head. Between acting as manager for the SDC group, to barely keeping up with classes, to Vil’s overblot, you were utterly exhausted. Speaking of Vil…

“Ah, that’s right, I should check on Vil before he leaves. I wonder if he’s doing okay?”

“With you at his beck and call? Perfectly fine, I guarantee you.” Ace yelped as you smacked his side, giving him a red-faced glare. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Ace turned on his side with a teasing smirk. The kind of smirk he gave you whenever he wanted to fluster and embarrass you in front of your friends and teachers. 

“It means whatever you want it to mean. Maybe someone should consider not acting like a little kid with a crush whenever they’re around Vil—owowowowowow—stop hitting me!”

You pounded your fists onto Ace’s sides and back as he tried to roll away from your reach, arms cradling his head in meek protection. He managed to roll off the bed, turning over to look at you briefly to stick his tongue out and politely flip you off. Ace let out a small shriek as you launched off the bed after him, running out of the room into the hall and turning into a goosechase. You could practically hear the yakety sax song playing in your head as the two of you pushed past Jamil and Kalim, the former crying out at you in annoyance. 

“Watch it!”

Ace practically threw himself down the stairs, jumping past four whole steps, using the banister to whip him around into the main hallway where he ran into the living room. Finally catching up to him, Ace positioned the coffee table between you two as he continued egging you on. 

“Ayeeeeeee, embarrassed Prefect? Gonna throw a fit?” Ace let out a low cackle as you both shifted around the table. 

“Gonna throw your ass into the fucking sun, little bitch ass! You got something to say then fucking say it!” 

Ace snorted as he pointed behind you. “You’re one to talk, you wanna talk about the marigolds coming from behind you? It’s like you’re growing a garden out of your ass, wanna talk about that?”

“The fuck? I haven't been growing marigolds out of my ass. The hell you’re talking about,” You turned your head to look behind you, still growling at him now with confusion. “Why would you even ask that—WHAT THE FUCK!?”

You hissed as you jumped backwards into the table, the edges jamming into your skin. Behind you had been a long trail of beautiful, shimmering orange flowers. Upon closer inspection, you were pretty sure they were marigolds. 

“...Ace, this is your fault.” 

“What! Nuh-uh, I’m not the only with flower sickness—”

“The fuck is flower sickness?”

“You know, hanahaki? The love disease? How do you not know what flower sickness is, it’s like basic 8th grade bio—”

“I didn’t go to school here, dumbass!”

Ace’s mouth formed an ‘oh’ shape as he remembered. “Oooooh yeah, I forgot.”

“Forgot what? You little potatoes are acting awfully rowdy so early in the morning.”

You looked up to see Vil standing in the hallway, a bemused Rook behind him inspecting the flowers on the ground. Vil briefly made eye contact with you, both of your sharing a small smile before an irritating, itchy feeling made its way in your throat. 

You felt a hand pack your back as you started roughly coughing up several bunches of marigolds into your hands as Ace grimaced. 

“I forgot that they’re not from here, so they got no clue about hanahaki…or any other illness…huh it’s kinda a miracle they haven’t gotten sick from something else yet.” Ace hummed, as he leaned down to look at your face. 

You made eye contact with your peripheral vision, motioning Ace to lean closer into you and horasely whispered, “Come… closer…”

Confused, Ace obliged, ear up to your lips, giving you the perfect opportunity to sock him straight in the gut. Your dear, beloved friend gagged from the pressure, hands cradling his stomach as he fell to his knees, groaning in pain. 

“Y/N…” Vil sighed in exasperation, walking over to give you a gentle flick in your forehead as he chastised you. 

“It’s unbecoming of a friend of mine to be so belligerent, do you really have to be so crass with all your friends?”

You clicked your tongue, licking the spit from your lips. “I’m not with you, besides Ace deserves it, you know how he is.”

“Mm-hmm, and how long have you been coughing out the flowers, meine Süße?”

A pleasant warmth flooded your cheeks at the nickname. You choose to ignore the tickling sensation of marigolds growing from the tops of your head, which instead formed into sneezing fits. 

“I've heard of wearing your heart on your sleeve, but wearing petals in your hair is a whole new level of fashion statement.” He remarked, leaning down to observe the blooms. “Now, answer my question, meine Süße.”

“Achooo! Ugh,” You sniffled as you replied, “Um, not that long—achoo!—ago, ugh. Just today—”

“Ah! The little trickster started expelling the belles fleurs approximately a month and a half ago!” Rook chirped, a little too happily for your tastes. “Two weeks after we began training for the SDC.” 

Vil let out another sigh as you whipped your head to glare at Rook, hissing out, “What. The. Fuck.”

“Excuse me?! Language Y/N!” Vil barked at you, making you flinch and burst into another coughing fit. Noticing this, he softened his voice, though the blonde still sounded angry.

“That’s nearly two months with the flower sickness, have you been taking potions to help with the symptoms?” 

You shook your head, clearing your throat. “Ahem, no, uh. I didn’t know that there was medicine for this kinda thing, haaaaa I just figured I was being pranked by someone.”

You heard a snort behind you as Ace stood back up, grumbling, “Of course you would, dumbass.” 

“I will actually kill you—”

“You will actually not.” Vil placed a gentle hand on your upper back, guiding you to the front door. “Rook, ensure everyone packs up and cleans their mess by the time we get back, I believe Kalim may still need help packing up.”

“Oui! How kind of you Vil to escort our lovely Trickster to get them a remedy for their affliction!” 

Rolling your eyes, you let Vil guide you out of the dorm, calling out to Ace, “Don’t forget to grab the rest of your stuff, it’s still in my room!” 

“Okayyy!” 

With that, the door shut behind you two as you began a pleasant walk over to what you assumed would be Sam’s shop. A pregnant silence fell over you two as you walked down the pathway leading to main street, having to maneuver past the alchemy building and botanical gardens. You were hyper conscious about his hand that remained on your back, which is when you started another coughing fit. 

“Oh you poor dear, did you really have no clue what was going on all this time?” Vil spoke to you in that soft tone that he’d been reserving for you since you first became friends, a few months ago. You’d gone into the Film Research Club interested in working as a stagehand, plus you had a good working knowledge costume design and general clothes repair, which was sorely needed. 

It’d been an incredibly rocky acquaintanceship at first, as Vil made subtle, snide remarks on your disheveled appearance, while you shot back with loud, brass comments on his ‘Regina George wannabe’ act. Now, he didn’t know who Regina George was back then, but took offense that a ‘dirty, lumpy potato would have the audacity to insult him’. 

He only kept you on in the club because no one ever willingly signed up for backstage work, and you only requested free access to spare cloth and sewing materials to fix your clothes. Vil was also more than happy to point out how scruffy the patches all over your uniforms made you look: 

“You certainly fix the part of the ramshackle Prefect, now don’t you?”

Though, looking back on it now, you’re pretty sure he wasn’t aware that everything of yours was either found in Ramshackle’s attic or bought with the meager allowance Crowley gave you. Shortly before finals, Vil found you crying in an isolated part of backstage because another first-year permanently bleached your only jacket during a botched potions class.

“What’s going on back here, practice your scenes upfront with the rest of us, I don’t care how ugly you look crying—Prefect?”

You jumped, scrambling to get back up from the dusty corner you’d shoved yourself into. You awkwardly wiped the tears from your face, wrapping your arms around yourself as you gave Vil a feeble glare.

“What do you want Vil, I already told the others that their costumes wouldn’t be ready yet, if you want me to get stuff done, you gotta stop annoying me—”

“You’ve been crying.” His simple statement shut you up, as he approached you with a firm look on his face.

“…Yeah, stating the obvious much?” you muttered back, finding the scuff marks on the ground very interesting. Vil let out a sigh, reaching into his jacket to take out an off-white, embroidered handkerchief.

“I’m trying to be sympathetic. Ugh, you’re all red and puffy, let me see.” Vil tipped your chin up with his fingertips, gently patting at the tear streaks on your cheeks. “You look worse than normal…is the red bleach stain on your uniform meant to be a fashion statement?”

Pausing at the stuttering breath you took, sniffling, you answered, “No, some dumba—”

“Language”

“—Some jerk,” you drawled, “from my last class messed up his potion, and it got all over me. Stained my only jacket, right when it starts snowing, too.”

Vil raised a brow at you, leaning back once he was satisfied with your dried cheek.

“Only one? Even Ruggie has a few spare uniform jackets from Leona, did you seriously not think ahead to purchase a spare?”

You half-laughed, half-scoffed at his statement.

“You think Crowley gives me enough money to buy another jacket for his bougie ass—I mean, fancy, school? I barely have enough to feed myself and Grim between the roof caving in and the water pipes breaking. The bathroom flooded again last week.”

You sighed, rubbing your temples as you felt a migraine coming in, unaware of Vil’s growing horror.

“I was lucky enough to find my uniform in the attic, it waaay too big and makes me look homeless, but at least it keeps me warm…now it just looks even more like shit.”

You finally looked up at the blonde, expecting him to lecture you on your foul language. Instead, you were surprised to see Vil’s horrified expression.

“What do you mean, you barely have enough for food?”

It was then that you discovered that no one outside your group of friends were really aware that you were stuck on campus, victim to Crowley’s whims and needs. You know the others in Heartslabyul were faintly aware of your predicament, being from another world and stuck until Crowley found you a way home. Ace and Deuce did their best to help repair things around the dorm, but could only do so much. Savanaclaw and Octavinelle knew of the disarray of your dorm, but based on comments from Leona and Floyd, weren’t aware of just how much you were struggling just to eat and sleep. 

Ruggie definitely was, seeing as he occasionally slipped you a spare meat bun or snack that he happened to buy extra of when running errands for Leona. Ruggie was a real one, as long as you didn’t point it out. 

Since that day, Vil had sort of taken you under his wing, along with Epel who you hadn’t met yet at the time. You had to give him credit, he wasn’t the villain you’d made him out to be in your head. And Vil admitted, he enjoyed that you were quick on your feet and enjoyed your banter, as long as it was unique to him. 

He spared you his previous uniforms that he’d grown out of his freshman and sophomore year, minus the band and vest, watching as you mended the waist and ends to fix your stature. More often than not, especially after hearing that you’d be stuck by yourself during winter break, Vil was sending you care packages with personal hygiene products from brand deals he never took. He’d send fabrics and sewing supplies with sewing patterns. Vil even started buying you breakfast and lunch once back to school, though you refrained from joining him for dinner in Pomefiore. 

In exchange, you managed to replicate, with his help, some of the scripts for the more famous musicals from your world. You even told him who Regina George was! He still wasn't fond of the comparison, but did find the musical intriguing. Vil was fascinated by the works of art your world produced, and just slightly enamored in the way you described them with glee and fondness. Still, the exchanges still felt a bit uneven.

You’d once made the joke that he was practically a sugar daddy, just without the sugar. He snapped back, “Well, I’m not stopping you, now am I? I’ve never had a sweet tooth, but you’re more than welcome to give me thanks, meine Süße.” 

(You spent that night screaming into your pillow with a red-hot blush while Grim looked on with concern.)

Truly, you two had developed an unlikely friendship, one where you both spoke your minds to the other with no hesitation or fear. Which is why the lack of conversation at the moment was slowly driving you insane. 

You sneaked a peek at Vil, taking a sharp breath as your eyes met his own. It seemed that he was watching you with his very lovely, sharp purple eyes. The thought sent a hot flash through you as you sneezed a flurry of petals and pollen. 

“Ooof, ugh, this is gonna make my allergies go haywire.”

“Sam will have some potions that will help with the symptoms, though you will have to confront the root of the cause.” Vil slid his hand down to rest in your mid-back, rubbing his thumb against you in a soothing motion, though it cause you to shiver and flush. 

“Yeah, okay.” you managed to squeak out, groaning as you felt the tickle of glowing marigolds pop up on your skin and in your hair. “Ummmm, so how do you get rid of, uh, Ace called it hanahaki?”

Vil nodded and opened his mouth to speak before being interrupted by the faint screaming of your name. Both of you looked down the path, where you saw Deuce running over to you two, followed by a confused Epel chasing after him. 

“PREFECT! PREFECTPREFECTPREFECTPREFECT—” 

Yelping as Deuce skidded to a half and grabbed you by your arms, shaking you with intense concern, you managed to reply a stuttered, “W-w-what?” 

Deuce paused his shaking to give you a concerned lecture, “You didn’t tell us you had the flower sickness!? Why didn’t you say something, you’ve been running around for SDC all this time—”

“You too—”

“But I’m not sick!” Deuce dug through the paperbag you’d just notice he was holding and shoved a pale pink potion in your hands. “Here! Take this!”

Before you could even touch the bottle, Vil plucked it from a confused Deuce’s hands, studying it with scrutiny. 

“Hmm…This is an average allergy relief potion for hay fever, did you actually ask Sam for a hanahaki symptom relief potion, or did you just grab the first thing you saw off the shelf?”

Deuce visibly deflated, opening his mouth to sheepishly reply before Epel interrupted him with a harsh, “I told him to ask, but he got all riled up and started yammerin’—I mean, uh, talking about getting the Prefect help immediately.”

Vil sighed, handing Deuce the potion back and shooed the two away with a wave of his hand. 

“Just go back, I’ll handle it, just make sure your messes are all cleaned up before we get back.”

The two replied, “Yes sir!” and continued on their path, waving goodbye to you. Though you could hear Epel mumble to Deuce, “Those are marigolds, right? I think Vil’s favorite flowers are those, you don’t think…”

You slowed down to ponder Epel’s words, remembering what Ace initially called the illness. 

“Vil…Ace called it a love sickness…would these flowers related toooo, I don’t know, a hypothetical crush somehow?” 

Vil briefly opened his mouth, closing it as he hesitated to speak. You think you could make out a soft blush on his cheeks. 

“Yes. Your hypothetical crush must favor marigolds. Can’t say I blame him, I’m fond of them myself…” 

The two of you made eye contact, a knowing look in his eye and tone making your heart skip a beat and you look down in embarrassment. 

“Oh…I see…” You coughed awkwardly, a few petals flying from your mouth. “So you said there was a way to get to the root cause?”

Vil hummed, stopping at the entrance of Sam’s shop to turn to you with an unreadable expression. 

“Yes, as an illness based on love, appropriately the cure is to confess your feelings to the one you’ve found yourself fancying.”

A cold flash went through your body as your stomach dropped. Again. “Oh.” The thought of confessing to Vil made you sick, like you could puke at a drop of a coin at any moment.

“I wish you’d mentioned something sooner, I could’ve helped you…ease into it.” Vil murmured,  his hand moving to cradle your cheek. He squished your cheek with a fond look in his eye. 

“I know it’s a daunting task…I won’t rush you into it.” Vil moved his hand to brush your hair away, leaning down to place a soft kiss on your forehead. “When you’re ready to say something, just let me know.”

Leaning back, VIl covered his mouth to hide his amused smirk. Your face was a blazing red as the marigolds grew a trail down your neck and chest. He motioned for you to follow him into the shop, holding the door open as he held a hand out to you. At the moment, you’re having a hard time imagining why he’d only ever been typecast in villain roles, he looked more like an enchanting love interest catered for you specifically. 

“For now, I’ll be by your side. I will wait for you, meine Süße.”

[mickyschumacher]

NGL I LOVE UR WORK... ive been hopping thru ur m.list since the last hour.... its currently 1 am and i have an essay to finish before 8 am(im sure my prof will give me more time ik dey love me) anywasy i was wondering if u could do an enemies to lovers with Lewis((like really hated eachother)the reader could be a driver its oky don mind what she does) and then they were arguing abt sumting lewis says something thats completely out of the line and she starts crying in front him then he just kinda leaves her be, a few days later he would go on then apologize to her abt wat he said and then more fluff. (just ignore this if ur not into it or not takin a request at the moment. but im actually just hapi i kind of got the courage to ask u for a request also ur stories are soooo good i admire and envy u at the same time.)

[RIGHT WHERE YOU LEFT ME!]

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: as lewis's former teammate, there are lines that shouldn't be crossed. but a bad move from lewis puts him completely out of line.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: enemies to lovers trope!, poor humour, some fluff, in depth moment of an alternated 2021 wdc (apologies in advance), therefore ANGST, bad race jargon, horner and masi discussed :(, mention of intermittent explosive disorder, misogyny, allusion to racism (not from the reader ofc!), shitting on the fia for a bit, lewis kinda being a dick for probably an unfair reason lol, a proclamation of feelings from sir lewis himself

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: lewis hamilton x red bull!driver!fem!reader

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 3k+

𝐀/𝐍: you're too sweet to me! 🤧 i couldn't tell if you wanted this to be romantic but i went that way in the end! hope this was good! ♡︎ very very loosely based of swift's 'right where you left me'. but if you argued it wasn't, i would be inclined to agree. proof-read...ish?

🏎️ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | ⚽️𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

No one ever truly understood your move to Red Bull. It was in 2019, far from when Max was practically living on pole, so Red Bull wasn't exactly a threat to Mercedes, your previous team. Toto had even put a three-year extension on the table several months before your contract came close to expiring.

Yet you had chosen to sign with the devil.

When the commentators, journalists, and fans took a closer look at your decision, the only thing they could all collectively agree on was that you had moved to Red Bull because of Lewis Hamilton. Because you both couldn't keep your differences aside and Lewis had finally struck your last nerve.

While you weren't quite sure about the last part, the first was true. You had Lewis had never ever exactly met eye-to-eye. Every F1 driver had a specific style of driving. You liked to call Lewis' the 'calm before the storm'. He raced with a composure and maturity that most drivers did not hold. He was particularly calculative and the everyone loved him.

You, on the other hand, had given yourself a new nickname along side 'Flash 13' because you did everything in a flash: you overtook ruthlessly and calculated, you pushed the car till it was undrivable, and you were decisive to the very nanosecond. But you had also garnered yourself the name 'IED', after the behavioural disorder.

In part this nickname was due to the misogyny you faced as the only current female driver in F1 but also due to the sheer anger that bursted out of you whenever you encountered Lewis.

The amount of warnings Toto had given the both of you was simply endless. He had even resorted to putting you two with the team therapist.

The source of your hatred for each other was as clear as day. You hated Lewis' arrogance because somehow it was even worse than Rosberg, Alonso, Räikkönen, and Verstappen. And Lewis hated you for your 'perspective'. You didn't know what he initially meant by that but you regretted asking him. He said you needed to be stronger to be in F1 and that you were far too soft-hearted. Right after you had gotten your first ever pole.

It was ridiculous, to say the least.

No F1 driver was soft-hearted. You were all, simply put, a bunch of dicks. Not literally, of course. Naturally, following that comment, Lewis had pissed you off. He hadn't even had a second to know you before even making that judgement. It was ironic as well, considering your nickname that labelled your anger.

After watching Lewis win several championship titles with you following multiple places behind and seeing you only get angrier with each other, you had decided to call it quits for Mercedes. If people were going to take your annoyance and frustrations with amusement, you were going to head to the angriest team of all and leave your former team fuming.

Two years later, in 2021, you had finally gotten the perfect opportunity.

You hadn't really a clue how exactly Red Bull had made the 2021 car so well that you were matching the speed of Mercedes' car but you didn't care. You were matching Lewis. And Christian Horner was a happy man. A sexist prick but a happy man nonetheless.

Pole was either Lewis' or yours. Either he was a Grand Prix winner or you were. It was a game of cat and mouse, always in a constant pursuit of each other. The same went from your team leaders, Toto and Christian, who practically had the race director, Masi, on speed dial.

And by Abu Dhabi, you were equally tied, locked at 369.5 points. It hadn't been easy after getting penalised for multiple incidents against Lewis, but you were here. Lewis was trying to get his eighth championship and you your first.

You weren't sure how this was going to end. Heck, no one could've predicted what happened that day. But all you knew was that you were not going down without a fight.

You secured pole in Abu Dhabi which had put the entirety of Mercedes and F1 on edge. After a discussion with your engineer and several strategists, you had opted for soft tyres to further your advantage over Lewis.

Despite all of that, it was Lewis who had led the first corner after those red lights had gone out. It was only by turn six did you even get a lead. But it was a moment too short as your former teammate regained his top position by going off into the damn run-off area of the track.

You didn't need to scream in annoyance. You couldn't hear Horner, but deep down you knew he had already called up Masi, demanding an investigation. Your engineer reported to you that the stewards had dismissed it. The gap between you and Lewis was getting bigger, the race was coming to and end, and you knew you needed a miracle towards the end of the race if you wanted to win.

And that miracle was called Nicholas Latifi. The poor guy had crashed into Mick and the safety car was out on the tracks. Thankfully, they were both okay, but the timing of it was simply impeccable.

You had pitted to get new soft tyres and Mercedes was on the fence about heading to the pit lane in fear of the race restarting. So Lewis didn't pit. Miracle 2.

You re-joined the track with five lapped cars in between you and Lewis. And soon enough, Race Control had given the dooming message: lapped cars were not allowed to overtake.

The taste in your mouth was bitter. You had cussed out Horner, asking why you were even seeing these lapped cars in front of you.

Then came Race Control again: only the five cars in between you and Lewis were allowed to overtake. Miracle 3.

But of course, F1 had a flair for the dramatics. Because you were fucking restarting. Putting you and Lewis on a tight show-down for the final lap.

The bad news? Lewis hadn't pitted yet.

The good news? You could overtake Lewis. Miracle 4.

And the headline? You won.

You fucking won.

You were F1's first female champion in history.

You made history... or, well, herstory?

Yes it was controversial. Yes it was dramatic. Yes, questionable decisions had been made.

But you won.

By the time you had gotten out of your car and finished with screaming and crying in pure happiness, you had finally caught a glimpse of Lewis.

A small part of you felt bad. You knew for a fact, that these decisions weren't 'human error' as the FIA would go on to claim the following year in Bahrain.

It was entertainment. It was business. It was money.

You had both worked so hard this year. But the fight between an F1 driver breaking the record for the most championship titles and the first possible female champion in F1 was too good to resist.

Things between you and Lewis after Abu Dhabi hadn't gotten worse. You just talked far less than you normally did. You barely argued with each other anymore. It was disconcerting to say the least. Especially now that you were struggling to match Max's pace, always coming second or third as per the instructions of your engineer. For a moment you thought, what was the point of winning if you weren't going to win again?

━━━━━━━━━━━

You were still determined. Beating your own teammate would be hard. But you weren't a stranger to the idea. You had spent years trying to beat Lewis while purposely being the support for him to win. They were two actions they didn't go together but it had happened.

That being said, the venture was proving to be more difficult than you anticipated. In fact, it had caused a full collision with Lewis in the first lap of the Qatar Grand Prix.

You were so focused on beating Max you hadn't taken a second to look around you.

"What the fuck was that?" Lewis' voice invaded the air as he barged into your driver's room, ridden with sweat and still in his racing gear.

"Look, I'm sorry okay. I didn't see you. It was my fault. End of story," You told him curtly, not really wanting talk to Lewis any further.

"Damn right, you didn't see me. You could've taken me or anyone out! Are you so fucking stuck up your ass that you couldn't see me?" Lewis asked incredulously.

You scoffed at his accusation. It was true. But you didn't like when the truth fell from his lips... especially not when they sounded like that.

"Lewis, drop it. No one got hurt. Let's just move on okay?" You queried, annoyance dripping from your voice.

"Why? Can't handle the truth, L/N?" He laughed gently, almost mocking you. "Right... you were always like that."

You snapped your head towards him, raising a sharp brow. "Excuse me?" You spat as if to say he was becoming dangerously close to crossing a line he did not want to cross.

Lewis folded his arms, shrugging nonchalantly. "What? You don't like the truth. It's simple. I told you that you need to be stronger because you're too soft-hearted. And you hated that. And now that I'm telling you that you're selfish, you obviously can't handle it."

"Oh my God, you are one to talk. Lewis, you are so blinded by your arrogance that you can't see anyone else win. That's why you can't accept that I won right?"

"Not Abu Dhabi, aga–"

"Yes, Lewis, Abu Dhabi again. You are so fucking sour about losing that even when the hate targeted me, you let it. You let them say that my win was due to race and gender. Me, Lewis, out of all people, me."

No matter your differences, you had stuck up for Lewis on many accounts when it came to the FIA, 'fans', and haters. But he wasn't there for you.

You could see dark expression fall onto Lewis' face. "That's not true, Y/N."

"Then what was it Lewis?" You flailed your hands in exasperation. "Because you sure as hell didn't come to my aid."

"Because you didn't deserve it!"

You blinked blankly, arms falling to your side. Your mind took a minute to process the words that had fallen from his lips in mere seconds.

Lewis' face dropped as realisation struck him. What the fuck did he just say? "Y/N, I–"

"Get out," You grumbled.

Lewis did a double-take on the fresh line of tears accumulating on your waterline. He took a step closer to you, hands reaching out. "No, no, no, Y/N, I–" But your words made him stop.

"Lewis, get the fuck out of here before I start screaming like the bitch everyone thinks I am."

You watched Lewis return his hands to the side, clenching his jaw tightly as he made way to the door of your room. He stopped briefly, hesitating to open the door, taking one last glance at you before leaving.

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Four days.

You had pondered in deep thought for four days. And after 72 hours, one thing had become obvious to you.

Lewis wasn't with you or any of the other drivers. He was still in 2021, right where you had left him. Not a second had gone by for Lewis where he hadn't thought about Abu Dhabi.

What if he had just pushed for Bono and Toto to get him in that pit lane?

What if he had veered the car a little to the side and you didn't overtake him?

Lewis was still reliving the worst moment of his career and his life and everyone had moved on. Sure, every fan and commentator talked about it time to time. But it was something of the past.

To say you didn't deserve your championship title... you had heard it from several 'fans' and insignificant others. But to hear it from Lewis? It fucking killed you.

You cared about his opinion more than anyone in the world. And he knew that.

You would've never said anything as shitty as that to him or anyone for that matter.

You had worked your ass off to get to F1. Fuck, you had won F2 two fucking times because no one was willing to let a girl on their team... into a man's sport. Every driver worked hard to a certain degree. But you were a girl who didn't grow up with the means of driving yourself to your death every day. If everyone worked hard, you had worked ten times harder.

Everyone knew that you and Lewis had fought. And by the looks of it, they also knew it was far worse than your normal fights. You wouldn't look at him, you refused to speak to him, you spent minimal time in the same room, you had even paid your media fines in full to avoid everyone...

Max had even become some sort of bodyguard, telling Lewis to turn back around when he neared the Red Bull garage.

All of this protection, and yet, he had still found you in your favourite place. The one you both came to when you needed to become level-headed. The top stand of any empty Grand Prix, in this case the México Grand Prix, where the air felt a little bit cooler against your heated skin and you could think for even it was for just a second.

You sucked in a sharp breath, seeing Lewis in your periphery while you were firmly seated. He looked nervous, chewing on his bottom lip and taking cautious glances at you.

"Hey," Lewis greeted, making you raise a brow at his lame entrance.

You forced yourself to look at the rest of the empty seats in front of you. "Hey," You mumbled back, trying to swallow the bitter taste in your mouth.

An unsettling silence enveloped the both of you. You were sure Lewis was here to apologise. But you could also tell he just couldn't bring himself to do it. Not in a selfish way. But in the most guiltiest way possible.

You sighed. "How are you?" You asked gently, peeking out of the corner of your eye.

Lewis winced at your question. Leave it up to you to still be this kind after what he had said to you. "Sorry. I'm so so sorry," He rasped, voice raw with the pain that had been gnawing away at him ever since those god forbidden words had left his mouth.

You nodded slowly, taking another deep breath. "I know you're going to call me soft-hearted but what you said really fucking hurt, Lew," You jested with a brief smile.

Lewis grimaced at your poor humour, before his ears perked up at the old nickname you had given him when you first started getting on each other's nerves. "I know. I'm an idiot for saying something like that. Or that you're soft-hearted. You've worked so hard for all of this. You absolutely deserve everything and that win was only the first of many, I'm a hundred percent sure of it. Your Dutch shortie doesn't really know what's coming."

You gave him a tight-lipped smile after huffing in amusement at his diss towards Max. "Thank you," you told him earnestly. "Although, I am quite positive he is like almost ten centimetres taller than you. But, thanks anyways."

Lewis rolled his eyes. "Have you seen me? You don't think I give off tall energy?"

"You mean tall in insults?" You joked, grinning at the blank look on Lewis' face.

Lewis sighed. "I really am sorry. I didn't mean any of it. And by 'it', I mean all of the insults and fights. I was just disappointed in myself. Even more so that I didn't stand up for you. I'm so sorry."

You drew your eyebrows together, turning your body to face him. Confusion filled you. "Then why did you say it at all?"

"I–" Lewis blew out a small laugh. "Are you sure you want to know?"

"Lewis, can you not see me dying here? Like a whole kitchen set of knives in my back?" You deadpanned.

Lewis rolled his eyes again. So dramatic.

He brought his hands together, staring at you briefly before looking at the empty stand. "Well, obviously, I heard of you before you joined Mercedes. I thought it was ridiculous that you had to get two F2 championships to get a seat, but anyways, I digress. Toto told me, he was considering you even though you had never been in the junior team.

And I remember just being so fucking jealous of you. Toto was consumed by you. He and Horner had been fighting for your seat for so long and now that they finally had an open seat, it was chaos. Toto won, obviously. And then we met each other in person for the first time and I thought you were the most beautiful woman in the world."

You felt your heart begin to race and your skin heat at the sudden proclamation. "You... you what?"

Lewis smoothly glossed over the compliment. "And then we had our first quali together and you beat me. You got pole on your first race. So you were talented and beautiful. A crime, might I add.

And so when you came to tell me, you were so excited with all your talent and beauty, I was pissed. Because out of all things in the world, I had gotten an amazing competitor I was bound to feel for. I thought that by saying you were soft-hearted and all, it would get on your bad side and it would make me less attracted to you. It didn't. It got worse while it got easier to pretend to hate you."

You blinked blankly at him, cheeks aflame. Lewis Hamilton liked you. Your stupid teammate? The same one who's eighth championship you arguably took? "I'm sorry... hold up, we've been fighting for years because I'm a hot, talented, gifted, smart driver and you're a simp?"

Lewis squinted his brown eyes at you. "I did not include all those adjectives."

"I mean... that's basically what you said," You shrugged, flickering your eyes to the setting sun.

Where did all the damn cool air go? You wondered, pressing your hands to your flushed cheeks and feeling your soft palm absorb the molten lava known as your skin.

Lewis chuckled, picking up your flustered reaction quickly. He watched as you suddenly stood up. "Okay, well I'm... I'm going to meet Hugh and find a way to beat Max. See ya!"

Lewis paused, grabbing your wrist. "Wait? What? You aren't going comment about what I just said?"

You eyed his hold on your wrist: it was searing you. You turned to him, lowering your head to meet his gaze. You briefly looked down at his lips before looking back up. "I think I prefer hating you."

Lewis felt you press your lips on his cheek before walking past him. He watched your retreating figure, your kiss feeling heavy on his face, putting him right where you had left him: absolutely and utterly smitten.

© 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐘𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑

[dejwrld]

CHOSOIST PRESENTS....LET'S PLAY W/ DEJA #KINKTOBER

of the words of berleezy, i'm a gamer...i do this. the do in question is thirst and thinking about getting bent over by your favorite video game characters. deciding to mix this year's (technically my first every kinktober) up and step away from my animanga roots. so ladies, gents, & non-binaries angels, this year's kinktober is dedicated to some of my favorite video game characters. — TAG LIST FORM

𝐋𝐄𝐓❜𝐒 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐒

OCTOBER 2ND-OCTOBER 7TH

( F*CK JOEL MILLER, LITERALLY ) 🎮 JOEL MILLER X FIREFLIES MEMBER!READER

— after a quite interesting run in with joel and ellie, you're stuck with them through the long journey to ensure ellie get to the fireflies in one piece. through bickering and nearly getting them killed, with a bottle of old whiskey and the moonlight shining down on you—joel miller shows you just how much he hate your guts.

( cw ) ⸻ fem reader, female anatomy described, firefly!reader, power dynamic, mentions of reader technically being held hostage by joel, mean dom!joel, oral (m.receiving), profanity, reader literally has the smartest & dirtiest mouth, age gap between reader and joel but nothing too big, alcohol consumption, spit usage, takes place during 1st tlou game, reader & ellie banter

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( DEMON TIME) 🎮 INCUBUS!SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY X READER

— game synopsis: your boyfriend has been quite neglectful when it comes to your needs. not particularly being the best book boyfriend similar to the books you've read. but the one demon that visits you in your dreams seem to give you everything you need.

( cw ) ⸻ fem reader, female anatomy described, mentions of reader having a boyfriend, doggystyle, unprotected sex, dirty talk (simon calls reader a slut), mentions of wet dreams, pillow humping, monsterfucking, mentions of simon having horns

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OCTOBER 9TH-OCTOBER 14TH

( GUARDIAN ANGEL ) 🎮 GUARDIAN ANGEL!SEPHIROTH X READER

— game synopsis: he's been your guardian angel since you were sixteen years old. protecting you from danger you didn't see coming, but now that you're slowly wanting space from him—he makes it his mission to remind you who you belong to until you take your final breath.

( cw ) ⸻ fem reader, female anatomy described, slight enemies to fuckers, reader somewhat purposely put herself in danger, possessive!sephiroth, mentions of sephiroth having pretty white wings, mating press position, cream pies, mentions of soul ties,

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( COLD AS ICE ) 🎮 SUB ZERO!KUAI LIANG X SIREN!READER

— being the handmaiden of the grandmaster of the lin kuei has its perks. although you feel like an odd one out in a winter storm, your bond with the cold grandmaster seems familiar. as if you've experienced it before.

( cw ) ⸻ fem reader, female anatomy described, takes place in the mortal kombat timeline where kuai liang is the lin kuei grandmaster, clit play, ice play, temperature play, mentions of reader & kuai being multi timeline lovers, reader has siren powers, fingering, edging, slight exhibitionism,

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OCTOBER 16TH-21ST

( BIG BAD WOLF ) 🎮 BIGBY WOLF X RED RIDING HOOD!READER

— game synopsis: bigby wolf has to juggle being the sheriff holding the fables together in the busy city of new york, but now a former prey returns to the city stirring up trouble & bigby's primal past.

( cw ) ⸻ fem reader, female anatomy described, mentions of folklores, marking kink, blood kink, primal kink, mentions of infidelity (bigby is dating snow/snow white), takes place after first the wolf among us game (spoilers may be included), cunt slaps, witty nicknames being said during intercourse (reader calls bigby the big bad wolf), reader is new in town, slight established relationship between bigby & reader

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OCTOBER 31ST

🎮 BONUS PLAYTHROUGHS

⸻ short game plays to savor your sweet tooth from your favorite halloween candy

— ellie williams x reader, trick n treat ( fem reader, oral [reader receiving], dirty talk, thigh marks )

— jin sakai x reader ( female reader, arranged marriage trope, virginity lost )

— leon kennedy x reader ( female reader, doggy style position, marijuana usage )

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[mybworlds]

It's Christmas time

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader

Summary: it's Christmas time and you come home. You meet your childhood friend (or rather enemy) Javier Peña.

TW: use of you, you have female features, no physical description of the female character or her age, no use of Y/N. AU and OOC!Javier. Reference to a previous relationship. Reference to Javier and main character childhood/adolescence. Using nicknames that our protagonists used as kids. Sweetness, sweetness, sweetness.

A/N: this is one of the sweetest oneshot I’ve ever written, but it’s Christmas time and so my heart needs love and sweetness too. If this is too sappy, which is likely, forgive me.

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Coming home has always been difficult for you. Especially for the Christmas holidays. The difficulty is not so much linked to the interminable lunches or dinners organized by your mother and the neighbors as to having to sit at the table for hours with the most unbearable, egocentric, vain man you've ever met, Javier Peña. Today Agent Javier Peña.

Since he has this title, he has been bragging about it all the time, talking about this or that operation, and you roll your eyes every time you hear him talking about his capture operations.

This talk about himself and how great he is happens every single Christmas, and every single Christmas since you were a little girl you have to sit across from him and listen to him mumble now about how much he had grown, now about how handsome he was, now about how good he was in school, now about his girlfriend who was the homecoming queen, now about him getting into the academy. And what's worse is that your mother, a distant aunt of yours do nothing but praise him, especially in your eyes.

This year you fear it won't be much different. They'll have you at the back near the kids and Javier in front, wow.

Your journey is intentionally very, very slow. You would have preferred to spend it in your apartment crying. Yes, crying because your long-time boyfriend dumped you after a few days before the Christmas holidays. In recent years, you had managed to avoid going back to your parents' house with the excuse of having to spend the holidays with your boyfriend, but now this excuse is no longer there.

What an asshole, you find yourself thinking for a moment. For a moment you think you would like to vent to your mother and maybe cry in her arms, but then you think that would give her the perfect excuse to try to get closer to the cocky one. You roll your eyes, it's going to be a really nice holiday!

When you arrive in front of your parents' house, the first thing you notice is the myriad of lights all around the house, the disproportionate garland on the main door and the trees all full of lights at the sides of their driveway. The second thing is the car of the vain and megalomaniac one and you find yourself gripping the steering wheel even tighter, if you could you would just say hello and go back home, but you can't.

When you knock on the door, you hear a little buzz, then footsteps, and finally the lock clicks and the door opens. You expect to see your mother or father's face and instead he appears before you.

You're almost sure it's him, after all, the eyes are his and the expression on his face is the same, but you almost struggle to reconcile the memory of that young man with the one that stands before you. His face is definitely less round than last time, his eyes are more penetrating than those he had as a boy, his physique is leaner and more athletic. Your gaze wanders over him, noticing a simple red sweater and a pair of tight, very tight black pants.

“Can I help you?” he asks you in a friendly tone and looking you up and down, obviously he didn't recognize you.

“This is my home, you snotty one.” you reply by walking past him and entering.

“Weirdo, is that you?” he asks squinting and frowning. He closes the door and looks back at your face, scrutinizing you as if to find some similarities with the girl he hadn't seen for a while.

“In the flesh.” you reply, lifting your chin up not only to look him in the eye, but also with pride because today, unlike a few years ago, you know who you are.

He smiles askance and in that moment you recognize him completely, you recognize that sly expression, that twinkle in his eyes, but if when you were little you sometimes suffered his pranks and played just as many of his own, today you are a woman and if he were to dare to make a single comment or say a single word out of place...

“I find you good, you're... different.” he tells you, placing his hands on his hips for a moment. “Do you want to give me your coat?” he asks you in an almost gallant manner and for a moment your jaw is about to hit the ground, the surprise is so great, you were expecting some idle comment, some little word and instead, apart from the use of those nicknames from when you were children, for the moment he’s treating you normally, if not more. You take off your coat and hand it to him, you're about to politely ask how he is when you're interrupted by an unmistakable, shrill voice.

“Javi, who is this?” it’s your mother coming out of the kitchen wearing her historic kitchen apron with a big reindeer sewn on and her red oven gloves, “Oh, my sweet little sugarplum!” your mother exclaims in a falsetto, making you feel suddenly uncomfortable and hugging you tightly, “I was hoping we’d meet Mark this year!” she adds, placing her hands on your forearms and looking you over. “Are you eating? You look so wasted.” here she starts with her exclamations and questions in rapid succession, “Did you see who's with us again this year? Do you remember Javier? You always played together when you were kids,” you roll your eyes, nodding almost absentmindedly “he's always spent Christmas with us, only this year he came without his... um, what was your girlfriend's name, darling?”

“Lorraine.” Javier replies, lowering his head and almost hugging your coat to himself. You can see that he's uncomfortable, but if in the past you would have smiled at seeing him like this, today it doesn't seem right.

“Um, Mom, do you mind if I go say hello to Dad too?” you say in an attempt to escape that vortex that is undoubtedly affectionate, but at times extremely suffocating.

“Javier, would you accompany her?” your mother asks in her ever-present attempt to get you two attached.

“Mom!” you call her back. “It’s my house, don’t worry.” You try to avoid further embarrassment with him.

“Relax,” he says, “I’ll put your coat down, and in the meantime why don’t you tell me what’s new in your life?” he adds.

“Oh, well… so, I'm leaving you!” your mother exclaims.

Precisely.

When you're alone, you clear your throat almost embarrassedly, “Sorry about earlier, my mom's always the same nosy one.”

He smiles with his head down, biting the inside of his cheek, “I know, but I still love her. You know, after... how many years have we known each other?”

You smile, meeting his gaze again, “All my life.” For a few moments you remain as if embarrassed by each other's presence and yet, as you just said you've known each other forever, there shouldn't be any awkwardness at all.

“So, are you engaged?” he asks.

You could tell him the truth, but you don’t know to what extent he has changed and if he can turn the truth against you and revive your mother's initial idea of setting you up with Javier.

“Yes. Yes, indeed. It's just... you know, he was busy so...” you stammer, not knowing what to say.

He nods, looking you in the eye, almost as if he sensed that you weren't telling the truth, but he doesn't want to expose you, is it a superpower he acquired by becoming an agent? Oh, what nonsense, you say to yourself, discarding this hypothesis as absurd and senseless.

Your family has always had its own traditions. In fact, since you were little, your family gets together a few days before Christmas Eve to tell each other about what you didn't experience together, you have breakfast together, you begin to prepare succulent foods and delicious drinks and then you all gather together at the table.

You and Javier spent those days as children chasing each other up and down the stairs, pulling each other's hair and sometimes even toys. In short, seeing you was never a pleasure because you always had a new wound from those holidays.

Settling into your old room for a few days and finding it exactly as you left it a few years ago has a strange effect on you.

“It must be strange to come home, but nice to find it the way you left it,” comments Javier who accompanied you carrying your suitcase even though you initially protested when you heard that his very gallant offer.

“That's it.” you simply say, looking at the pink walls and the equally pink blanket, the heart-shaped rug. “I loved Barbies,” you add when you realize that Javier is also looking around.

“Yes, I remember,” he says smiling. “I remember hiding one once.” He continues, “Barbie the Bride.” He adds, his smile becoming almost embarrassed.

“You hid it in the oven.” you say. “Too bad my aunt turned it on a couple of minutes later, resulting in me losing the doll, but then having to throw away the food and the appliance.”

“And to make me pay, you chased me to my room and beat me up.” You find yourself smiling at those memories. “We were two nightmares.”

“You were!” you point out.

“Oh, sure, you were always the girl who suffered,” he replies.

“No, I used to react, but to your constant provocations.”

There’s a moment of silence during which you’re about to ask if he wants to let you settle in, but then he adds, “It’s nice to see you again and have you back with us.”

“Yes. Maybe tomorrow you can come over for breakfast with us.” You suggest, remembering that your mother always makes her gingerbread cookies.

“Gladly. But first I have to take my old man to the doctor, you know he has a bit of arthritis.” he tells you.

“Oh, how is he? Will he be with us again this year?” you ask him.

“He has his aches and pains, you know. Unfortunately, no. You know, as he gets older he prefers to stay at home, among his things,” he explains, shrugging.

“Oh, I see. I’m sorry. Say hello to him, of course. And give him a kiss.” you tell him, “Tell him I always remember him with such affection.” you tell him smiling and making him smile.

“I will. I'm going now, so goodnight." He says goodbye with a half smile, leaving you to unpack your bags with a new, pleasant and unexpected version of Javier in your head.

The next day, you are woken up by the smell of coffee, the clatter of dishes and your father's voice. You find yourself smiling as you turn over in bed, it's nice to be back home after all!

You go downstairs still wearing your pajamas, “‘morning,” you greet your father with a kiss on the cheek and a half-hug to your mother who is busy making gingerbread cookies.

You sit at your parents’ kitchen peninsula and smile as you watch them move around the kitchen together, performing the same gestures that have been happening for almost thirty years now.

“Did you sleep well, little bird?” your dad asks you. “The coffee was just made.”

“You shouldn't have,” you tell him, as he places your little cup with a stocking and a little holly painted on it in front of you. “Anyway, yes. I slept very well. Going back to my room wasn’t as traumatic as I thought.”

“Mark, don’t you make coffee for you in the morning?” your mother asks you curiously, as she arranges her cookie man-shaped biscuits on a tray and gives you a curious look.

“Oh, well, no… let’s just say we weren’t there yet. Everyone was still sleeping at home!” you exclaim quickly, only to realize a moment later that you’ve been talking about your ex-boyfriend in the past tense.

“Was?!” your mother exclaims. “Are you hiding something from us, sugar?” your mother asks curiously.

“Oh, for heaven’s sake, leave her alone! Maybe she’s just confused!” your father exclaims, reaching for the tray of cookies.

“I'm her mother, I have a sixth sense for these things. And you,” she continues, turning to your father. “Hands off. The cookies are also for Javi, his father, my sister and her two daughters who should be here any minute by the way.”

You don't have time to smile at this exchange of jokes when at that moment there's a knock at the door, “Oh, honey, open the door, please” your mother says as she fixes her hair and quickly removes a few misplaced pots.

You reach the door and open it, Javier is at your door and it's the first time in your entire life that you find him beautiful. He gives you a smile that is so warm and dazzling that something deep inside you falters and your heart starts to beat very fast in your chest.

“Hi.” You greet him, finding yourself standing there in front of the door with a dazed look on your face, blocking his passage.

“Good morning. Nice pj’s!” he exclaims.

Your eyes widen as you remember what you're wearing. What a huge embarrassment!

Javi comes in and gives you a kiss on the cheek and you remain there, speechless. As if you had never received or given a kiss until today!

Behind him appears Peña senior, his hair is now completely white and he walks a little hunched over, but his warm smile will never change. As soon as he sees you he greets you warmly as if he were greeting a daughter, “How nice to see you again, my sweet little lady!”

You smile at him, “Hi, me too.”

You remember how many times he separated you and his son from hair-raising or falling down the stairs, how many times he consoled you after Javi had bitten your hand or scratched your arm. Today, if you think back on it, it makes you smile, but back then you were really feeling bad.

You and Javier are sitting down to breakfast, he tells you about his job and how super busy he always is and how often he has to find an alternative way to get to the truth. You listen to him and for the first time you notice how passionately he talks about his work. You feel almost fascinated by the way he talks to you and at the same time by the attention he gives you when he offers you the tray with the biscuits, he pours you orange juice without you even having to say anything. Then, he asks you about your job, if you love it, what you do, the pros and cons of your job. You had a totally different memory of him and his way of speaking and addressing you, he’s pleasant.

You soon realize that your parents and his father are intentionally leaving you time together and you can't help but smile with a certain embarrassment.

“So, does this Mark even exist?” he asks you, lowering his voice.

You dart your eyes from one corner of the room to another, fearing that your mother might have heard his question.

“Does it offend you if I call him an asshole?” he continues, raising an eyebrow.

You’re about to tell him to mind his own business, but then you think better of it. “No. You’re right.”

“Do you want to talk to me about him?” he asks, looking at you with his huge brown eyes and you can't help but talk to him incessantly about him, about Mark, about your relationship, about how he made you feel unique and special, but how both you and he were so focused on yourselves and your work that in the end you didn't see each other that much, maybe — you only realize at that moment talking to him about it — that yours had become a routine rather than a love story. Yes, there had been that, but in the end neither one decided to take a decisive step towards the other.

Instead, he told you, he had arrived at a decisive moment, he believed he had found his soul mate, he believed that she was even expecting a child from him and then everything had dissolved for him like snow at the seaside. You see him, his eyes suddenly become sad and you can't help but squeeze his hand tightly and he looks up at you. You don't say anything at that moment, just let those confidences of yours be absorbed into each other soul and heart.

“You’ve changed.” You tell him with a small smile. “For the better, I mean. You’re… Less…” You’re looking for a word that isn’t offensive because at the moment all you can think of are non-positive adjectives.

He notices your hesitation so he just smiles, “I hope whatever it was doesn’t apply anymore.”

“Yes, that’s right.” You stand there looking at each other for almost several seconds then you clear your throat and cross your arms at breast level.

The rest of the day you spend walking around your hometown with Javier who was almost pushed by your mother and then lightly elbowed by his father as well. It's obvious by now, but if until yesterday at this time you’d have wanted to run away, now you're out buying some other little decorations, drinking a hot chocolate together and telling each other every little detail of your life.

You like him. He’s pleasant.

When you return, your mother invites the Peñas to dinner and, exchanging a quick, silent glance, they accept. Not that you mind, at least you spend time with someone who listens to you and with whom you can talk freely.

Every now and then you exchange a glance, a little smile and here and there your memories flash by, either of yourselves or of your parents.

You feel the heat rising to your cheeks every now and then, “Are you okay?” Javier asks you placing a hand on yours and the gesture didn’t escape your mother and your aunt who coughed as if to underline what happened.

“So, goodnight.” you greet him as you open the door.

Someone behind you coughs, getting your attention, “Um, guys,” you look at your father in confusion, “do you realize where you are?” he asks you by pointing his finger upwards.

A branch of mistletoe hangs down toward you and you find your eyes locked on each other's faces. You smile awkwardly at each other.

“Do you mind if...?” he asks you uncertainly.

You shake your head feeling like your life is suddenly changing before your eyes and you wonder if in your future, a future perhaps not too distant, there really is a place for him, for your enemy now friend, Javier Peña.

[writtensweethearts]

Sweet Nothings

Read part two here: Unspoken Confessions Pairing: Eddie munson x GN!reader Enemies to lovers ? word count: +1k CW: mentions of blood, death, lmk if i missed something A/N: this is my first time posting a blurb or a piece in general for the public, please be kind and i hope you enjoy!

“God, I swear if you die on me I’ll kill you.” he chokes out angrily, but it lacks any heat. You grin up at him, watching his chocolate eyes fill with tears. 

You suddenly wonder why you hadn’t seen him. 

The barely there freckles, mud splattered cheeks and wild curly hair, the different shades of brown in his glassy eyes. 

His harsh words a complete opposite of his gentle hold, you watch as his fingers push against the angry open wounds of your stomach, trying to keep the blood at bay. The crazed look of his eyes as he darts his head around, waiting for Henderson, another bat, anything. 

“Calm down pretty boy, least you can do is say some sweet nothings to a dying girl.” 

You watch in slight awe as his eyes find yours, tears finally spilling from his lash line, wondering if maybe this time you’ve pushed him too far.

“Don’t say that shit,” he hisses, “you’re not dying. Not on my watch sweetheart.”

You smile at that, the nickname lacking it’s usual mocking tone. 

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep Munson. You know better than that.”

If he responded you can’t recall, eyes drooping, sleep evading you, the noise of the Upside Down drowning out.

You rouse from the gentle shake of your head, Eddie’s ringed fingers grasping your chin

“Come on, you’ve got to keep your eyes open.” Voice pleading.

“What do I get in return?” He scoffed at that but it comes out more like a breathy sigh of relief, taking your snarky response as a sign of hope. He realizes his response comes a second too late.

You stare at him, eyes a bit dazed and mouth pulled taut, a strange air lingers filling the empty space from a missed witty remark. He can’t help what he says next.

“Don’t ever do that again.” Now you’re the stunned one.

“What?” “I don’t need you saving me princess, look at where that got you.”

You frowned at that. Shit, Eddie thinks he’s struck a nerve. Maybe it wasn’t the right thing to say, even if you were the girl he’s bickered with for over a year now, constantly exchanging snippy remarks. Maybe he would’ve been able to give you those sweet nothings you’d asked for earlier, had he felt confident enough to say them. But the humid air of the Upside down and the feel of your sticky, warm blood coating his hands has made him angry. Angry at Hawkins for dragging him into shit like this, angry at the Upside Down for existing and upturning his life, angry at himself for allowing you to be at the center of it all. 

It should’ve been him. He’d jumped off the boat, diving into a world unknown, fighting away demonic bats, and risking his life for the good of the world. He’d been ready to let it all go, but you’d come in, chest heaving, Steve’s bat swinging. The two of you on the same team, for once. And it wasn’t until the last bat was down, when he’d turn around yelling and celebrating victory, that he’d noticed. You were holding your stomach, arm dropping the bat you’d held so tightly seconds before. He watched, dumbfounded as you lightly pulled your shirt, revealing large, gaping gashes all across your abdomen. Eddie would never forget the haunted look in your eyes as you dragged your gaze up to his, your body wobbling as you forced yourself to stand still, as if you didn’t want him to see you weak. 

In that moment the world was a blur, he’d called your name hoarsley, afraid, afraid you’d respond with a small pain-filled voice rather the boisterous, mocking tone you used whenever you spoke to him. Afraid to see you, larger than life you, growing weaker and smaller and so unfamiliar.

And yet here you were, his knees digging into your back as he tried to hold your limp body up, looking at him with the same fire in your eyes. This, this is what he’d been wishing for, hadn’t he? But there was something unusual about your gaze, if he hadn’t known any better he’d have said you were hurt by his words.

You blinked, head turning to the side and Eddie cursed. He didn’t know how to act with you, behind all the mean words and heated arguments, he wasn’t sure how to move forward. So here you were, blood soaking through your clothes, onto his, and he was spewing ungrateful words to the girl who’s losing her life from saving his. A girl he’s never been able to properly behave around, a girl who, behind her back, he’d watched fondly with honey coated eyes. 

“I.. I’m sorry.” He mumbled out, your eyes snapping back to his, “God I’m so so sorry.”

His voice wobbling as reality began to settle in, “It should’ve been me. It should’ve. I’m repeating senior year and not for the first time, I’m being hunted for murder, and you. You’ve got such a big life to live, a great one, and I just-” His rambling comes to an end as you’re fingers gingerly swipe a stray curl behind his ears.

“Hey.” You smile up at him, and God, if it didn’t make Eddie’s heart want to burst at the sight of it. “It’s okay.” You watch him, his eyes doubtful, his hands never leaving you as he keeps pressure on your wounds, “I mean come on, I had to, you’ve got to get back and show them you can make it through highschool. Thought you said this was ‘your year.’” 

He laughs but it’s all watery and choked, and it makes your chest hurt in an unfamiliar way. It’s getting harder and harder to fight the sleep taking over, the lofty sound of Eddie’s voice whispering the sweet nothings you’d playfully asked for, dreams of a better life, swearing on his heart that he’ll get you out of this hell hole, safe, alive. You send him a sleepy smile, knowing he’s making more promises he can’t keep, but his eyes are shining with tears so you return the gesture and whisper another, “It’s okay, Eds.” before you let his voice lull you to bed.

[reelovesfictionalmen]

SFW Headcannons for Sebastian Krueger

Reader is 30+, Krueger is 39 in canon, female reader but I tried to be as neutral as possible on appearance, reader also works with him. Let's just say he's in Kortac for prosperity. I saw some fan art (i forget where) and Krueger was going on the cutest date with y/n and he was so affectionate and sweet and that inspired this but I tried to keep his voice lines and story in mind. Crossposted to my ao3

HC under the cut!

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?) When working and in public, no affection or at least it would appear that way to the outside. He takes opportunities to sit next to you during meals etc and usually man spreads to press his knee against yours. He doesn't want people to use either of you against each other and you agree with his reasoning. The last thing either of you need is to let potential enemies find weaknesses in your armor.

In private is another matter. He needs you in his lap and your body pressed against him. Sitting on his thigh while sitting at the table, sitting across his lap when he's sitting in an arm chair or sitting between his legs on the couch. Cuddle bug.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?) It started with you snorting over coms with a stifled laugh at one of his jokes that had him start slipping more jokes in when you were in the vicinity, then to you in person. Casual conversation evolving from there to looking out for each other in the field more than before.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?) Kind of already explained the cuddles under affection BUT man is a cuddle bug. His chest to your back and his arms wrapped around your middle is his default position when the two of you are in private together.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?) Seeing as he fled germany to evade murder charges.. I doubt there is any plans for settling down any time. He would deem it foolish to even try make a home.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?) Probably a text message and treat you like a stranger around the base.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?) Marriage is a no for him (see D) But I can see him only seeing one person at a time. Even if it's a casual relationship he's only fucking one person at a time. Used to have a lot of one night stands when he was in his 20's.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?) Physically, always gentle. Firm in work situations but not hard. Emotionally is a bit harder. He struggles with being delicate with his words. Things can come off cruel or emotionless. He lacks tact in emotional situations. Some of it is language barrier with German has intricacies that cannot be easily portrayed in english language. During cuddle times he always whispers praise and sweet sayings into your neck or top of your head. Many german nicknames you don't know the meaning of and he refuses to tell you because they are "for him" but assures you they only sing your praises.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?) Hugs are so warm, all encompassing. Being 5'10 he's not too tall and can wrap himself all around you. Loves if you stroke his back when you hug. Will groan and squeeze you tighter. If you grope his butt with both your hands during the hug he will find it funny and give yours a squeeze in return.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?) A long time. Like well past a year. He started loving you long before that but he keeps it to himself not wanting to be vulnerable.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?) Gets annoyed when people hit on you, doesn't show it. You rebuff everyone and he doesn't doubt you. Might grumble about it later when you are alone.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?) Big on cheek kisses. He loves kissing your cheek but loves it more when you kiss his. It's a soft innocence he relishes in the violent corruption of a world you two live. Not big on tongue. Makeouts have little of it. Doesn't mean he's not passionate about kissing. When leading his kisses always start with soft pecks on the lips before more firm ones on the mouth.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?) Indifferent. Isn't cruel but doesn't go out of his way to be nice. They're not his responsibility. Will speak to them softly if in a situation where he is rescuing them and firm instructions if they are stuck somewhere in an active battlefield

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?) Hug and a kiss then breakfast. Wakes up hungry a fuck. Takes a piss and then goes and eats. Will resume cuddles after eating and brushing his teeth. Eating with him is usually silent.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?) Cuddles and tv. Likes dancing to old music in the lounge with you. A perfect evening to him is a nice comfy meal, a few drinks and swaying to music with you embracing each other.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?) Was 3-4 months before you even knew his favourite foods. He's private and he needed to feel a level of trust before he would give you details on himself.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?) Quite calm. Takes a lot to cause him genuine anger. You have to personally offend him really badly or on purpose. Or hurt you. Someone harming you and him seething is one of few times he will let on publicly that he cares a lot for you.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?) Notices and remembers everything. If you enter a room, put something down and forget about it for a few days, he remembers. Watches and listens in on you a lot but is careful to not let you or others notice. You don't like it when he monitors you like that but wont stop even if he has told you he will. Probably knows how long on average you take to a shit.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?) You saying his name after the first time you guys made out. The breathy deliver of his name on your lips and in your accent. It's still his favourite sound when he kisses you even now.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?) That's one of the reasons he's always watching and listening in. Once he trusted you and started to care his surveillance switched from less of making sure you're not a risk to him to more of looking out for you and keeping you safe. He knows you don't need him to and would be mad if you knew but he needs that control to feel safe.

T = Try How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?) Work doesn't really allow for much of that sort of thing when you're in a secret relationship but he might find you in a private place and give you a kiss and a wishing of a good x day.

Together alone he likes chill dates. Mostly at home, cuddling, kissing and all that comes with that.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?) Sometimes gets a few drops of pee on the toilet seat or floor. Since you got together he makes a more active effort to stop but sometimes hes too tired to care. Leaves a wet towel and bathmat on the floor after his showers. Can be insensitive sometimes.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?) For a guy who covers his face all the time, pretty vain. Uses a moisturiser for 30+ male skin from the supermarket and the matching face wash.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?) The longer you two have been together even of more casual, He will miss your casual company. If you are dating and he has genuine feelings for you, he miss you a lot. Will actively yearn for you.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.) Hates showering with ANYONE including his s/o. That's his personal time, wait your turn!

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?) Hates people who start drama over things. If you're jealous of something silly and flip out, starting an argument he's like nah this is over. See yaaa. Also hates gossip. So if you're a gossip and a antagonistic person in general he wont like you at all. Maybe actively hate.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?) Tosses, turns and kicks off the blankets.

[the-literary-apothecary]

Savanaclaw Headcanons

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Genre: Romantic and/or Platonic

Characters Included: Jack Howl, Ruggie Bucchie, and Leona Kingscholar

Prompt: Just some headcanons I made originally for my little sister. They're revamped for a wider and mature audience.

Slight warning: My headcanons include a variety of song selections. Not all are appropriate. So listen to them at your own risk and choice.

(Edit: The orange ones were what my best friend recommended)

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.°˖✧ Jack Howl ✧˖°.

𓃦 Relationships? Pfft! Never!..

(Yes he would, he’s a liar. Even the game admits that he’s a tsundere that can’t keep up with the bit. So let’s dissect that a little)

(According to Jack, wolf beastmen normally have one person that they consider their special someone. Only, because they mate for life and are never apart no matter what. Because Jack is confident that he will have that sort of life in the future, he’s not actively seeking someone.)

(In other words, he’s completely okay with the concept of love. He just doesn’t necessarily follow modern dating culture. Not only that, but he’s fine with no getting much romantic attention. Which means, hope you’re patient, because this is the slowest slow burn to ever slow burn)

𓃦 He’s a very sweet guy towards you.

An utter gentleman that does his best to make sure you’re happy, safe, and most of all comfortable around him. This isn’t how he looks up to Ruggie and treats him also like a higher up. This is different, because for his special someone, it’s more. Which is why he goes beyond the limit that he sets himself.

You’re thirsty and want a specific drink? He’ll sprint to Sam’s Shop (which just so happened to be on the other side at the academy) and hand it to you with a happy tail wagging. Do you need a hair tie? Well, he just Happened to have a scrunchie in his bag. Totally not because he bought a small scrunchie packet for you in case you forget yours. It’s raining and there’s a puddle? Well, he doesn’t have a jacket- so he’ll have to just throw himself on the puddle. That one was a bit of an exaggeration, but you get it. He’s not going to hide how much he cares about. Because he sees no reason to. You’re his forever.

𓃦 His nickname for you

He doesn’t like most flowers. Mostly because they’re usually too smelly and strong smells give him a headache. But he does like most plants, especially his cacti. His nickname for you could be flower. Because for him, it’s one of the few flowers worth protecting, and worth having so close.

𓃦 His love language(s)

His love languages are touch and words of affirmation. As much as he’ll deny he doesn’t enjoy it, it’s hard to believe anything he says when a good hug gets his tail wagging, you know?

𓃦 Part of the family? Of course!

While it may take a while for the two of you to get together, it's undeniable how inseparable you two have become.

Every summer, once you two are actually together, he’ll take you to his home to meet his family and go sailing with his little siblings. For him, it’s nice to have someone his age. It makes looking after his little siblings a lot easier.. Not to mention that it’s unapologetically domestic. Which makes his aspirations for a love like his family seem all the more reachable.

𓃦 Songs Jack could listen to:

✓ Whoomp (There it is!) by Tag Team

✓ Who Let the Dogs Out? By Baha Men

✓ Pump It! By The Black Eyed Peas

✓ My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark by Fall Out Boy

✓ Phoenix by Cailin Russo

✓ Enemy by Imagine Dragons

✓ Radioactive by Imagine Dragons

𓃦 Songs that make me think of Jack:

✓ Running with the wolves by Aurora

✓ White Winter Hymnal by Fleet Foxes

✓ Does the Swallow Dream of Flying by Cosmo Sheldrake

✓ Run Boy Run by Woodkid

✓ Hope by NF

✓ Guillotine by Jon Bellium

✓ Out of My League by Fitz and The Tantrums

.°˖✧ Ruggie Bucchie ✧˖°.

𓃟 Love? Yeah sure, why not?

Ruggie’s not against the idea of a relationship, he just doesn’t see himself in one any time soon because of all the trouble on his plate.

He doesn’t have a lot of free time. And he can’t pay for others when going out, he can barely pay for himself. I mean, this is the same guy who uses Leona’s hand me downs for school. You take a guess how much cash he has in his pocket.

Can’t really buy flowers or chocolates for someone he might like. But that doesn’t mean he won’t try to charm your socks off.

Ideally, he would like to be with someone understanding of his financial troubles. And doesn’t expect to completely bend his back over for them. Afterall, a relationship is supposed to be a two way street, right? He may not always have time for you because of his jobs or side hustles, but that sure doesn’t mean he won’t try and be there for you.

So what if he can’t give you some shiny roses for your anniversary? He can find some wild flowers in a field and give you a pretty flower crown just for you. It’s the thought that counts, right?

All in all, he wants someone supportive. Someone equally fervent on their goals and willing to be a sorta partner in crime.

No one’s perfect. And hey, you may not fit the bill. But make him happy. That’s the most important thing… and maybe buy him some donuts on his birthday if you can.

𓃟 He’s your backup!

Ruggie once in a while helps do your makeup for ceremonies. He’s not the most professional, but he had a part time job for it once. He knows how difficult it can be to fix yourself up for events. He’ll carry any emergency makeup in his pockets or bag, since he knows you well enough that you might need a touch-up midway.

Things like that are stuff you really appreciate. Because it's not just makeup.

Sometimes it's snacks he made for when you're hungry (which you two are both definitely sharing). Sometimes he keeps your sunglasses for certain occasions.

In other words, if you're a little bit of the forgetful type, he's got you covered. Don't worry, he likes being helpful. And besides, you'll never be as bad as Leona when it comes to taking care of you.

Caring for you is a choice. And a choice he doesn't regret doing. You're worth the trouble, a lot more than you think.

𓃟 You’re his cheerleader!

He’ll happily admit that he enjoys it when you cheer him on during practices and games. It’s so different now that you’re around. Before, he played for the possibility of getting a scholarship, or getting noticed by any companies that are recruiting more players… but now he plays so you can cheer him…. AND because of money. So it’s a win/win!

𓃟 His nickname for you

Calls you deer on purpose. Because it sounds like dear, the affirmational pet name, and the animal. You’re not a lot like him. Much more of a goody two-shoes. He loves you all the same. It’s his nickname for you.

𓃟 He's kinda clingy

Hyenas are very clingy partners, especially the males (don’t hold me up on that). So, he’s openly pretty touchy. Holding your hand to walk you to class, hugging you after not seeing you all day. A lot of forehead kisses to assure you of things. But never too much. He cares about how you’re feeling more than anything. He’ll never push for anything more than what you want.

Speaking of touch, he despises it when you tug his tail. Please stop doing that. He knows it’s fluffy and stuff. You can brush, but enough with the pulling.

𓃟 His Love language(s)

His love language is acts of service and words of affirmation. He’s been told that he’s just a runt all his life. Forced to work twice as hard as the kids his age because he’s not privileged like everyone else. Sometimes a guy likes being told that he’s doing great. Or that he’s doing his best.

Acts of service is particularly his favorite because he doesn’t really have enough money to buy you most of the things you want. And any money he does receive from his jobs and side-gig is always used for his necessities. He barely has enough clothes for himself, let alone he has enough to buy you something you want..

He’s really grateful for the little things. When you fold his laundry, tend out the clothes, get in line for him at the cafeteria. You make the burden he carries a little easier. And he’s grateful for that.

Likewise, he does the same. Of course, you picked the worst tutor imaginable, but he does try his best to help you with homework. For you, he prefers preparing meals for you and ironing your uniforms in the morning. But this depends if you’re a morning person or not. If you’re a morning person instead, he’ll have your bed ready and your pajamas all picked out so that you can just slip them off and head straight to snoozing.

𓃟 Part of the family? Of course!

Once you two are together, he’s very happy to introduce you to his grandma. He knows that she’ll love you.

Sometimes he’ll wonder if his mom would love you just as much if she were alive. He doesn’t think about his parents often. But he knows that his relationship with you isn’t a regular one. I mean, who gives leftover quiches from scratch instead of flowers on dates? Still, he hopes he’s enough. That he’s doing enough for you. It would suck if he wasn’t. If there really was a wish that could come true from his heart… He’d wish for a high paying job, and for handmade bouquets to stop being so out of his budget.

𓃟 Songs Ruggie could listen to:

✓ Lose Yourself by Eminem

✓ Where this Flower Blooms by Tyler, The Creator

✓ Money Trees by Kendrick Lamar

✓ Fuck Da Police by Dr. Dre

✓ Cash In Cash Out by Pharell Williams, 21 Savage, Tyler, The Creator

✓ redrum by 21 Savage

✓ HISS by Megan Thee Stallion

𓃟 Songs that remind me of Ruggie:

✓ Prrrum by Cosculluela

✓ Arcangel: Bzrp Sessions Vol. 54

✓ Tango del Pecado by Calle 13

✓ Rompe by Daddy Yankee

✓ Delincuente by Tokischa, Anuel AA, Nengo Flow

✓ Soy una Gargola by Alex Gargolas, Randy

✓ Chambea by Bad Bunny

(Edit: My best friend and I have claimed him as the honorary latino in the group. Sorry not Sorry.)

.°˖✧ Leona Kingscholar ✧˖°.

ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ Love? Ugh

This walking ball of sass barely has a single romantic bone in his body. If he can somehow find a way to kill the mood of a romantic night where all the stars are out, then yes, he kills his own chances at love because he probably thinks something stupid along the lines that he seldom deserves it.

Something like, what self-respecting lady (or gentleman or in-between) could ever want something as pathetic as him.

However, as self deprecating and difficult as this man can get, I don't think he's utterly against the concept. Simply apprehensive. It's not just a slow burn. It's a slow burn where you gotta learn how to make the damn candle first with this one.Not to mention that he's gonna be questioning for most of it once he realizes how much he softened up for you.

For Leona, you just need to be patient.He doesn't need to love himself first to love you. He just needs proof that your love for him won't disappear after the hard times. (In other words when he's being the most difficult)

He'll return that love in full once he sees it's worth of shot.

Just make him feel he's worth a sacrifice. And what better way than simply giving him your heart?

ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ His nickname for you

If you’re shorter than him, he’s calling you little mouse. Not just because you’re shorter, but because of how much you meddle and have enough guts to seek him out the way you do. The nickname also stems from Aesop’s “A Lion and the Mouse”

The story is about a mouse that pleads for his life against a lion. The lion, being amused by the idea of a defenseless creature like the mouse helping, laughs at the idea and releases him. By the end of the fable, it’s the mouse that saves his life when he gets caught in a huntsman’s trap.

Leona sees this sort of relationship between you and him. Being able to spot each other in different situations. He may never verbally admit it so easily, but he does have a tender spot for you in that dumb rock in his chest he calls a heart. Which is why he gets annoyed if you’re ever too insecure of your own abilities. He knows what you’re capable of. So it’s irritating when you don’t.

“Really herbivore? This song and dance again? Hard to believe this is the same little mouse that helped in defeating me back in the Magical Shift tournament.”

ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ Not the nicest sharer

Despises sharing his food, but will act none the wiser when you sneak a bite from his plate. It’s gutsy. As long as you try to be discreet, he won’t tell.. Much. Just don't be surprised when he does the same with little apology.

It’s not just food either. He’s just very territorial with most things.

You of course are included. The moment he sees someone in his peripheral vision giving you enough of hard time that it’s causing a racket, then suddenly your problem is also his problem

ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ You wanna scare him? Hah!

Good luck trying to scare this hardass. His senses are too sharp for that. So it’s really hard to actually get him scared. Leona’s capable of even sensing someone watching several clicks away. But, since it’s you, if you try to scare him… he might just act a little bit. Maybe a little jump or a twitch to give you motivation. Lions do that for their cubs so they can have more motivation to improve their skills for hunting. It’s basically what he’s doing so that you don’t get all sour with him… even if he thinks it’s really funny how mad you get about it.

ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ Personal Space? Never heard of her (According to you)

He hates it when you’re interrupting his naps. Cats need their sleep, you know? Not to mention they’re incredibly territorial of where they go, so he’s not too keen on sharing his secret spots. The only time he’ll be quiet about it is when you really need him. Say you’re emotional and you need an ear to listen to your woes. He’ll be incredibly grouchy, but he’ll listen and give you the advice you need. Always…. And then ask you to get the heck out of his spot before Ruggie catches him.

Ironically though, if he’s feeling the mood, then he’s gonna invade your room and lay down without a single word. He likes your space. Because it’s you.

Still a hypocrite though.

ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ His Love Language(s)

His love language is quality time. Spending time together, playing chess, taking a nap, reading. That’s what he likes the most. As long as it’s together, he doesn’t mind all that much. He’s more of a listener than a talker anyways- just don’t go yapping for hours on end. He still has his short fuse, rest assure you. It’s just that he’s a bit more patient with you.

Speaking of love languages, he likes gift giving. Specifically giving you the gifts. Doesn’t really matter what it is. If you’ve mentioned something you like, he might be inclined to give it to you… if you deserve it. As if he’s going to spoil anyone rotten just because… But don’t be too surprised when you’re fatigued after a very long day of hard work and he “coincidentally” gave you your favorite snacks and drink.

“Do you gotta make a big deal out of everything herbivore? I’m just giving you something to eat so you can keep working. It’s called being a good leader”

ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ Songs Leona could listen to:

✓ Be Prepared from The Lion King (but this is canon soo.. yeah)

✓ Leona doesn’t seem much like the type to listen to music. He’s too in his own head to really do that. As long as it’s not too pitchy or annoying, he most likely won’t care. Just don’t make it so boring he’ll fall asleep.

ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ Songs that remind me of Leona:

✓ Inertia by AJR

✓ THE DEATH OF PEACE OF MIND by Bad Omens

✓ DEVILISH by Chase Atlantic

✓ Nothing’s New by Rio Romero

✓ You Fuckers Were Asking for This One by Rav

✓ Skin Deep Comedy by Milli

✓ Forever Ended Today (Max’s Song) by mid

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Author's Note

To read more fanfics, go to my list of fanfics (plus information about my page) here

Making these hcs killed me inside. They were supposed to be posted in August. But the amount of errors I had writing this on Tumblr made me want to dispose of this post entirely.

Regardless, hope you like them. Don't take em too seriously ;w; especially the Ruggie ones.

More fics to come.

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