#i'm fascinated by him. he's EVERYWHERE

[leadandblood]

Can we add Crispe to the concussion brothers list. Little, Tozer and Crispe, please, the concussion brothers. Can we please add Crispe to the concussion brothers, he belongs there also, the concussion br-

[autumnoakes]

hyperfixations really will have you imagining a 2 hour video essay on some white guy video game character huh 😪

[fisheito]

I was that other anon and I think I did word it weird but I am a Yakumo main. Loved him since the start. Your love and art for him just gives me joy. Your art style is very unique and cool. Also, I can't tell if you want to shower him in endless love or squeeze him until he pops.

oh..... snake recognise snake.... hello breathrehn [gender neutral version of brethren that i have decided on JUST NOW with its etymology rooted in the word breath- implying that we share commonality by both partaking in the act of. um, breathe.]

look . this.. fixation.. is new territory for me. unprecedented in..several aspects. so ihaven i. am having many things going on at the same time as the other things and . my decision tree's branches are all wonky and crossed and smacking eaach other and it's worse on windy days and i'm not sure if i';ll ever get a clea rpath to my desired actions but it will at least serve as entertainment for yall in the meantime . I SDHULD HOPE.

[pomefioredove]

need overblot boys with epel, and floyd with a reader that randomly lore drops as if they're an old dad like "yeah lol my old school had a shooting once....anyways *SNOREE*" and when asked they just agree and walk away and never elaborate whatsoever💀 if you feel uncomfortable feel free to delete or ignore‼️love ya pookie💥

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ a reader with a backstory

I got u 🫡🫡

summary: wacky reader lore type of post: headcanons characters: riddle, leona, azul, floyd, jamil, vil, epel, idia, malleus additional info: romantic, reader is gender neutral, reader is yuu

you find new ways to raise Riddle's blood pressure every day

little guy is worried enough as it is

you've already got your school work, taking care of Ramshackle, taking care of Grim, taking care of all the other freshmen, taking care of-

well... you get it

the last thing he needs is to hear another one of your stories

"oh, yeah, that's like the time I got stabbed"

"????? WHAT??"

what's entertaining to you and ADeuce is mortifying to Riddle

if you're not careful you'll end up sleeping on the floor in his room

where he can keep a close eye on you

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you're like Leona's little court jester

and he takes you with him everywhere

it's not easy to get a genuine laugh out of him, after all

besides, what's so bad about a little dark humor? it's not like you died or anything

he knows you're a resilient little thing

and you seem to love telling him about "that time you crawled into a drainage pipe", anyway

you make him laugh; he likes you

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Azul indulges you

his white noise machine stopped working last month and you make for excellent background ambience

so, he lets you talk yourself in circles about your school work, your friends, Grim, Grim again

and then you drop the most HEINOUS bombshells in the middle

"blah blah blah Grim, blah blah Crowley, blah blah, that one time I got lost in the woods for a day, blah blah-"

he loses his train of thought every time

now, Floyd is the complete opposite

he will hyperfocus on the most mundane details

and ignore the bombshells

will give you an, "oh, that's cool" to your ghost story but will find you the pair of socks you mentioned liking three months ago

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Jamil is just fascinated by you

you as a person, of course

but also the fact that you're still alive

one night, he's explaining the reason he makes all of Kalim's food and you're like

"oh, yeah, I get it. I got mold poisoning once and hallucinated for a week"

?????

then you go right back to asking him about the recipe

sitting on the counter, as happy as could be

"HOW ARE YOU STILL ALIVE!!!"

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Vil is used to this

he knows that look on your face

he will shush you with a finger to your lips before you even start

"don't tell me, I'm stressed enough as it is"

he's going to break out if you keep at it

he finds you quite... macabre

which is entertaining until he sees you going down a flight of stairs without holding onto the railing and remembers all those stories you'd told him

he's just... concerned for you, that's all

and he does NOT appreciate Epel for encouraging it

"tell us more about the time you fell down that hill into that pile of rocks, Prefect!"

:D

like a kid in a candy store

learning new Lore is like the highlight of his week

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"talk about having a high luck stat..."

Idia is more entertained than anything

he thought these kinds of things only happened in anime, but...

...there you are

it sounds like you experience more in a single month than he has in his whole life

and you know what?

GOOD

you can keep your freaky real-world experiences!

he'll just live vicariously through you

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poor Malleus

he's been putting so much effort into learning and blending with human culture, and now here you are with your terrifying stories

you tell him in such earnest, too

you seem so... unbothered by it

perhaps humans are less fragile than he thought?

of course, he shouldn't have underestimated you in the first place :)!

then you come over for dinner one night

"hahah, yeah, last time I was at someone's house their grandma threw a lamp at my head and I got a concussion"

Silver and Sebek both go >_>

Lilia goes <_<

and then Malleus is there like, "ah, another fascinating tale :)"

[jakubrozalski]

Grey Reaper ( Lanius excubitor ) " My sweet summer child, what do you know about horror, about fear? Let me tell you a story about the Grey Reaper. The story of how I lost my only brother. It happened on the last day of October, long before you were born and I was still a young girl. My grandfather told me a story about an old beast, he called it the Grey Reaper. The beast appeared only during the autumn preceding the most harsh and long winters. Reaper hunted during the day, while everyone was working in the fields, members of our tribe disappeared without a trace. I always thought these stories were just fairy tales, until one day I saw him with my own eyes! Together with my brother and father we were gathering nuts for the winter in an old orchard. Suddenly everywhere fell eerily silent, in the forest and the field. Then, I heard a terrifying croak, the air whistled, the grass around me bent. I turned around and looked into the cold, black eyes of the beast. Those black empty eyes haunt me to this day. One moment later the beast flew away with my brother in its claws. Everything happened so fast, and at the same time as if time was frozen. My father grabbed his backpack and a spear and ran after the beast, straight to its lair, trying to save my brother! It was a place from the worst nightmares. The smell of blood and death was everywhere. To reach the place where the beast rested, one had to fight their way through a maze of thorny branches on which the Reaper impaled his victims. I tell you my child, many beasts roam these forests, many predators threaten us and hunt us for food... but the Reaper did it for fun! Father returned to us badly wounded, unfortunately it was too late for my brother. Father never spoke of what happened there and we never asked. No one has seen the Grey Reaper since. But I'm still afraid to go out into the fields and orchard in the fall, the beats still haunt me in nightmares, I'm still afraid he'll come back..."

I remember when many years ago, I first heard about the Great Grey Shrike and its habits, I couldn't believe it! Since then, this bird has always fascinated me and stimulated my imagination. Especially in the context of how terrifying its habits must have been for the creatures like gnomes. I always wanted to place this bird in the "Furry Demon" stories / universe, and I finally did! Nature is truly extraordinary. If you haven't heard of the Great Grey Shrike ( Dzierzba Srokosz ) before, I recommend checking it out, but it's not for the faint of heart :)) Cheers! work process: https://jrozalski.com/projects/AZQqZN

[varpusvaras]

I mean...technically, Fox isn't portrayed as a villain, and neither is the Coruscant Guard. The right word is antagonist. Villain is someone who is doing bad things with malicious intent, and Fox is not canonically that. What Fox's canonical role is, is to show how the clones and the indoctrination they go through can manifest when they have no positive leading examples around. Fox is rigid and goes by the rules and uses power heavy-handedly at times, because that is what he was trained for and what he is told to do time and time again. He and the Corries are an opposing force to the more free-spirited main characters who have character arcs about bending the rules and whatnot. Thus, he is an antagonistic character at times (not always, as he is on the same side as the main characters after all).

This post wasn't about "boohoo, my blorbo is not portrayed as a sweet cinnamon roll by the fandom!". No, it is about the fact that you really, really cannot go outside of tumblr without seeing masses of people saying that he is an absolute evil psychopath and deserved to die. No matter where he is mentioned, these are the majority of things said about him. People are 99 percent of the time happy about the fact that Vader (someone who is actually a villain) killed him.

Yes, darker interpretations of Fox are a healthy part of fandom, as well as are the portrayals of him as a more nuanced character. That's fine and cool and honestly very great. Also yes, he does a lot of mistakes, but I do think that you are being a bit unfair here towards him (no offense, okay? I just wanna talk). Like, yes, he used too much force when dealing with Ahsoka. But then again, Ahsoka has just broken out of the prison, after she had been caught murdering someone on record, and she is a suspect in terrorism and is apparently on a murder spree again. Fox, canonically, deals with terrorists and other security threats on a daily basis. He is most likely approaching this like every other job he has. Not saying he didn't do anything wrong, but again, he is supposed to be antagonistic here and a nuanced character, who has been dealt with an equally of a shitty hand as all the other clones, but who doesn't have a Jedi telling him to be mindful and patting him on the back when he does something correct. No, he is supposed to deal with threats efficiently. That's his job. A job he didn't choose, and in which he has no room to grow freely as a person. That is a nuanced take on him based on canon.

Also...Anakin has a reputation. He was acting aggressive and threatening towards Fox. Fox didn't attack him, and neither did the Guards there. Fox flinched, and the Corries escorted Anakin out. Anakin is not above the rules, and Fox did correct by the rules there. We can argue if the rules are correct or not, but not really fault Fox for following them.

So yeah. He is sometimes an antagonist in the storyline, someone to oppose the mindset of the main characters. He is not, canonically, a villain, and has never been portrayed as such, and it gets really fucking tiring when you cannot have any positive discussion about him outside of small circles on one single website.

Let's talk about he unwarranted Fox hate.

I often see that a lot of people tend to hate on Commander Fox, often portraying him as a villainous kind of character or very cold and selfish compared to the more heroic and beloved Commander Thorn.

I see these two characters portrayed as "the good commander" and "the bad commander" of the Coruscant guard, when in reality they are both pretty much the same character.

But just for the fact that Fox killed Fives, the public decided to label him as a "bad guy".

But that's not the case, in fact if we changed characters and placed Thorn hunting after Fives and Fox on the diplomatic mission, chances are both situations would have ended the same way: with Fives dead at the hands of Thorn and Fox dying heroically for the republic.

Why is this?

Well for starters we need to understand what a Coruscant guard is.

These were clones that were raised and trained differently from common clone troopers as their assignment was to act as a security police force for Coruscant. As a result, they dealt with different threats than normal troopers.

Clone troopers knew what their enemies looked like, the separatist forces were easy to recognize in the battlefield. But for the Coruscant guard the enemy could take many forms. They would not see battle droids on the streets attempting on the lives of the senate. They would have to deal with terrorists, dressed as common folk or unconscious work droids. They had to be more alert and more skeptic of their surroundings 24/7 as the fate of the republic laid in their hands.

One false move could cost the lives of the chancellor and the senate and with them the Republic would fall. That is the weight these clones carry on their shoulders. This is the responsibility that both Fox and Thorn carry along with the other commanders in red.

Both Fox and Thorn are very similar in canon.

Fox appears more than Thorn and we can see from his canon(and legends) appearances that he is a fiercely loyal clone to the republic, hard working and honorable like many of his brothers. He is the first to charge into battle, leading his troops with bravery and has little patience for criminals.

Thorn seems to have a similar sense of duty, loyalty and bravery that Fox has, as he also stands his ground during battle, refusing to surrender til the very last second. We sadly don't see more of Thorn beyond his one and only appearance.

So why do people hate Fox so much, when he and Thorn are not that different?

Well, he killed Fives.

But I don't think he should be hated for it.

To explain this, join me to see things through the fox's eye, and learn the other side of the story.

We as the audience know Fives since he is a Shiny, and we see him grow up, level up, become an ARC trooper and survive many perils. We see him discover that one plot that we know causes so much death and destruction and even tho we know the ending of the story, we want to root for him and we get frustrated when we see no-one hears him out. We also, as the audience, know that Palpatine is the bad guy, he is playing chess against himself and ruining the lives of countless people for his own sick pleasure in his path to rule the Galaxy.

But Fox doesn't know any of this.

He doesn't know Palpatine is secretly Dath Sidious. He doesn't know there is a secret plot to destroy the Jedi and that he and his brothers are just pawns in a greater scheme.

As far as he is concerned, the Chancellor is the head of the Republic, and if anything happens to him it might mean the end of the Republic and the death of not only him but all his brothers. It's his duty to protect Palpatine from harm. And there are a lot of people trying to hurt him.

He also doesn't know Fives.

He might have heard of him as Fives is a respected ARC trooper from the 501st. But he doesn't know him personally like we do, like Rex does. He has no real connection to him other than Fives being another Clone like him.

So when he hears that there is this erratic clone that tried to kill Palpatine and is now on the run, of course he would see Fives as a threat.

Remember that the Kaminoans covered the whole inhibitor chip thing by saying it was a behavioral regulator, that kept Clones from becoming aggressive and erratic. The Kaminoan even took the example of Tup's chip malfunction as proof that without the chip the clones turn irrational and unpredictable. This is the information the characters have. The ONLY ONES that know the truth are Palpatine, the Kaminoans and Fives.

So in Fox's eyes, Fives turned erratic because he also has a chip malfunction. He became irrational, unpredictable, erratic and has attempted to kill someone before. He might try to do so again and is now on the run. It's his duty as head of the Coruscant guard to find him and stop him before he hurts someone.

When he finds Fives, he has Anakin and Rex as hostages and is talking nonsense, acting erratic and paranoic. He could hurt Anakin or Rex, two very important and prominent figures in the GAR and their deaths could result in disadvantage against the Separatist forces. Fox cannot afford that. And yet he doesn't enter shooting, he points his gun at Fives and orders him to raise his hands and surrender. He gives Fives a chance to go peacefully, to de-escalate the situation. And when he sees that Fives looks at the blaster on his side he even yells at him to stop, he asks him not to do it, not to take the gun and make things worse. But Fives doesn't listen, he takes the gun yelling and Fox has to make a split-second decision.

In a moment like that, when you are a second away of a disaster, when you, your brothers or the hostages could get killed by the shot of a unhinged person. You don't get enough time to think.

Fox reacts and shoots Fives to stop him from harming others.

Sure, we could argue that Fox could have used stun instead, or that he could have shot Five's hand, anything to not kill him.

But we need to understand that in situations like that, when tensions are high, then it's life or death and you have to take a split-second decision, you don't usually have time to be rational.

Even the most trained people can't always take the most rational option, and often choose the best option they can.

Fox took the best option he could in that situation.

And I don't think that Thorn, Thire, Stone or any of the other Shock trooper Commanders would have done any different, any better.

They all would have been faced with the same dire situation, and they all would have had to take the split-second decision.

One could argue that the fact that Fox was not present in the circle of Coruscant guards taking off their helmets as they mourn Fives, could imply that he was indifferent to his death.

And maybe? However I don't think that's the case.

Remember that Fox tried to stop Fives, he tried to give him a chance to surrender and in the end he couldn't stop. He had to shoot a fellow clone. A clone whose face he sees in all his brothers, the companions he trained with, fought with, work with everyday. He did not wanted to kill Fives.

That has to be very haunting.

I like to believe that Fox is not the mourning circle, because he had to take a step back to come to terms to what he has done.

Fox has been proven to be an honorable man. How can he stand a join the mourning of a man he just killed? How can he see into Rex's eyes as he cries for the close brother he has lost? Maybe he felt like he had no right to be there.

Then again this is just my speculation, considering what little canon we have of Fox.

In general I don't think we should hate on Fox for Fives' death. Sure, Fives is easily my second favorite clone, way above Fox in my raitings, and I suffered a lot when he died. But I do think that the situation was way to out of hand and Fox did as best as he could to keep everyone safe.

Fives was not at fault either. Remember he was drugged, and he was feeling frustrated, paranoic, confused, he was panicking and not thinking clearly.

The only one at fault here is Palpatine and his schemes.

That said...

I'm not saying that you should stop portraying Fox as a cold and ruthless character.

Hell, I myself like to represent him as a more stoic and sarcastic person compared to his brothers and I've seen many different portrayals of this character, with many different personalities that I love!

You are free to a enjoy the fandom as you wish after all!

Just keep this post in mind and please don't hate on people who like Fox as a character.

We all deserve to enjoy Star Wars and it's wonderful characters that inspire us.

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Well, this has been my Rant! If you reached all the way down here thank you for reading ♥

And may the force be with you.

[crunchystarz]

Leona pinning headcanons with a reader who follows him round pretty please!1!1>-<

Leona with a reader who follows him around

Pairing Leona Kingscholar x GN!reader

Word count: 758

Cw- Leona is a sad sad man/endearing, fluff, reader is not specified to be yuu, not proofread.

A/n: I got a lil carried away while writing so this is more of a ramble than headcanons ��� also for some reason my asks got wiped so for everyone who had an req earlier I'm sorry 😞!! They are still open !

Leona didn't know how to feel about you at first, truly you were a mystery to him. He couldn't figure out what your motives were. Seriously no one else came up to him.  They'd usually be too scared to even come up to him. And when they do they always want something from him.

It's always been that way so Leona honestly didn't care anymore he'd either just walk away or give them a glare that sent them running with their tails tucked between their legs.

But you? Sevens he didn't even know what to do with you. He couldn't figure out a single thing you could have possibly wanted from him. You're always following him around.

 At first he was annoyed. Everywhere he went your bubbly presence followed. You always asked him questions and he couldn't stand it. Seriously, he didn't know what to do with you.

He'd tell Ruggie to stay on the lookout for you but it never worked. He honestly believed he let it happen on purpose. At one point he tried to pay you to leave him alone.

You shocked him by shaking your head and telling him you just like being around him. No, you had to want something from him? He just grumbled and turned over and proceeded to try and go back to sleep.

He tried to ignore the way his heart beat increased slightly. He wasn't used to being…wanted.

Leona used to roll his eyes whenever you'd talk about him to others like you were friends. Now he just looks away as his tail flickered slightly in embarrassment. Ruggie would tease him about how you practically followed him around like some lost puppy, and tease him on how he stopped trying to push you away. 

“Don't tell me you've gone soft!”

He hasn't…he just got used to your presence. It's more odd if you stopped coming around. Totally not because he's become attached to you. Not because he's scared if he even pretends to push you away you'll actually leave.

Leona can't help but linger around you as well, the few times you're not following him around he's following you around. He doesn't make it obvious…unless there's someone else getting too much of your attention.

He'll admit it he does get jealous. He knows what being jealous feels like, but he's always been jealous of what people have and yeah sure he's been jealous of lack of attention as a child but this. This is different.

Leona would loom over you intimidating whoever was taking your attention from him, or head straight up to you just to drag you away from them. 

He is in pure denial that he likes you…he's just fascinated by you and your nature. He likes whenever you chirpily talk to him while trying hard to keep up with his stride.

He won't admit to anyone that he feels disappointed whenever he wakes up from a nap and you haven't somehow found him. 

Leona isn't in love be just…wants to kiss that still smile off your face whenever you're ranting. He's not in love, he just wants all your attention. He's not in love, he just wants to drag you down with him while he sleeps. He is not in love, he just wants to call you his. Leona.is.not.in love.

(At least that's what he tells himself)

Leona eventually accepts the reality of his feelings when you two were sitting down at lunch and you told him about how someone had asked you out. He nearly choked on his food. He decided right then and  there that he'd tell you how he feels.

 However he didn't know why but telling you flat out was…hard? He'd just grumbled and continued eating. Ruggie chuckled to himself watching the way Leona's tail flickered in  aggravation.

From then he tries so hard to drop hints that he doesn't just tolerate you. You're not naive but sevens it was like you couldn't pick up a single hint he gave you.

Leona  was so pathetic he just wanted you. Why couldn't you see that? Weren't the gifts not a sign? The fact that he once offered you to nap with him. Yeah he doesn't know what he's doing and even thinks about going to Ruggie but immediately back tracks.

The next time he sees you he just straight up grabs you by the shoulders.

“Herbivore, I like you.”

“I mean I sure hope you do, we're friends right?”

...

You're killing him. He hangs his head in defeat…maybe he should go to Ruggie.

Please help him.

MASTERLIST

[vanteguccir]

mom! reader (of preferably twin boys) x chris (or matt) based on the indoor zoo video ?

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤINDOOR ZOO * CHRIS STURNIOLO * BLURB

SUMMARY　::　where Chris's and Y/N's twins make an appearance on the 'we turned our house into a barn' video

FEATURING　dad!Chris Sturniolo x mom!reader

WARNINGS　::　none

AUTHOR'S NOTE　::　that is my work, I DON'T authorize any form of plagiarism; copy, "inspiration" or translation! | english isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error

The Sturniolo house was in an adorable state of controlled chaos. Matt and Chris had planned everything down to the last hay bale, receiving help from Y/N in transforming their living room into a cozy indoor petting zoo.

Little Eudora, with her chestnut curls bouncing, was giggling as she raced around the room with a small white duck waddling after her. Calum, the spitting image of his father, clutched a surprisingly calm porcupine in his lap, his face lit with pure fascination as he gently patted its back.

In front of the full-body mirror, Matt was crouched beside a midsized goat, Buster, giving it gentle scratches on the back, while a curious little black pig kept nudging him with its nose, vying for attention.

Chris and Y/N stood side by side, standing in the middle of the living room with arms crossed, taking it all in with warm smiles. Y/N’s hand found Chris’s, and he gave it a little squeeze, chuckling softly as he watched Calum carefully cradle the porcupine with awe.

"Be careful with him, buddy." Chris's voice echoed, breaking the momentarily silence while moving to a cluster of hay bales, grinning as he adjusted the banner that read "Welcome Home, Uncle Nicky!" surrounded by multicolored prints of small hands.

Their cameraman, who was used to the lively energy in the Sturniolo home, was getting every adorable moment on tape, his own laughter blending in with the kids’ squeals of delight as he recorded.

Then, suddenly, they heard the unmistakable sound of keys rattling at the front door. Y/N and Chris exchanged amused glances, and Matt looked up from the goat, a gleeful grin spreading across his face with the twin's reactions.

The kids froze, looking at the adults, and Chris quickly raised a finger to his lips, signaling for quiet. Eudora's right hand flew to her mouth, her big blue doe eyes dancing with excitement as she bounced on her heels, her white dress flowing around her small body with her movements. Calum clutched the porcupine close to him, glancing over at Matt with eyes wide, receiving a wink from his uncle.

Chris leaned forward and called out.

"Hey, Nick! How's it going?"

A muffled "Hey" came from Nick, who had just closed the door behind him. He started heading up the stairs from the entryway to the living room, clearly oblivious to the surprise that awaited him.

Just as he reached the top of the stairs, Y/N called out.

"Careful with the thing blocking the door!"

Nick stopped abruptly, his brows knitting in confusion.

"What thing-?" He began to ask, then froze as he noticed a turtle calmly stationed right by the passage.

His eyes lifted to the rest of the room, widening comically as he took in the scene beyond: animals everywhere, little straw bales scattered, and his entire family - together with an unknown woman dressed in a zoo uniform and their cameraman - caught mid-laughter in a rustic, farm-like setup right in their living room. His mouth dropped open, completely dumbfounded.

"Wha-what the..." Nick started, his words catching as he tried to process what was happening. Before he could continue, the twins finally sprang up, squealing in excitement.

"Uncle Nick!" They yelled in unison, darting over to him, the small porcupine bouncing in Calum's hands.

Nick barely managed to drop his bags with a thud before crouching to his knees, throwing his arms open wide as Calum and Eudora barreled into him. His gaze roamed the room as he held his niece and nephew close, enjoying the warm heat emanating from their bodies while taking in the fluffy chickens clucking happily nearby and the small pig nibbling at a strand of hay.

"What the fu-freak is going on?" Nick stammered, catching himself just in time, though the sheer astonishment was clear on his face. His arms kept wrapped around the twins tightly, and with a breathy laugh, he shook his head. "I’m never leaving the house again."

Eudora beamed, wrapping her small arms around his neck as she squealed excitedly in his ear.

"We made this surprise for you, Uncle Nicky! Did you like it?"

Nick looked down at her, his eyes softening drastically as he took in her excitement, then looked over to Chris and Y/N, still stunned.

"Like it?" He repeated, almost at a loss for words. "I love it! This is insane!"

Just then, Calum piped up, holding up the porcupine he’d been cradling like a prized possession.

"Look, Uncle Nick!" He said eagerly. "It’s a porcupine! Do you wanna hold it?"

"Baby, be careful not to hurt your uncle with its prickles." Y/N was quick in warning the little boy, watching his movements carefully.

Nick’s eyes widened even further as he realized what Calum was holding too close to his face. He quickly glanced over at Y/N, and then at Chris, the fear evident in his expression.

"Uh... Chris?" He stammered, his voice high-pitched with barely concealed alarm.

Chris stifled a laugh and quickly stepped forward, taking the porcupine from Calum’s hands, ignoring the big pout forming on his son's lips.

"I got it, I got it." He said, giving Nick a playful grin. "Only the safest surprises for you, bro."

Y/N chuckled softly, her hand covering her mouth as she watched Nick’s face go through an entire range of emotions. Matt joined in, shaking his head as he pet the goat one last time before walking closer to the others, clearly reveling in his brother’s shock.

Nick took a deep breath, rubbing a hand over his face, then looked down at his niece and nephew nestled snugly in his arms. His expression softened into a disbelieving grin as he pulled them even closer, wrapping them in a hug filled with all the warmth he’d bottled up during his time away.

"You two..." He murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to each of their heads. "This might be the best surprise I’ve ever had."

Calum and Eudora beamed up at him, their matching blue eyes alight with pride.

"Even better than the band, Uncle Nick?" Calum asked, his small hands curling around Nick’s tattooed arm, eyes wide with hope.

Nick let out a heartfelt laugh, nodding as he glanced down at his nephew.

"Even better than the band, buddy. Was this all your idea?" He asked, focusing warmly on Calum but keeping one arm wrapped around Eudora, his thumb rubbing gentle circles on her back.

Calum’s face lit up even brighter, grinning from ear to ear before looking over at his dad and Uncle Matt, seeking their approval.

"Well..." Calum started, only to have Matt jump in, flashing a teasing grin.

"You know how it is, Nick." Matt said, leaning in with a conspiratorial tone. "We missed you, and these two couldn’t stop talking about going to the zoo all week, so..."

Nick’s eyes narrowed playfully as he turned to Chris.

"And you let him pick the porcupine?"

Chris chuckled, throwing up his hands in defense.

"Actually, the porcupine was my idea, but..." He gestured at Calum with a shrug. "He’s been attached ever since."

"Like father, like son." Y/N's voice echoed full of amusement, her plump lips forming a wide smile. "Do you want some water, Nick?" She asked gently, moving towards the kitchen, receiving a positive answer from the oldest triplet.

For a few more minutes, Nick just sat on the floor, surrounded by warmth and joy as the twins excitedly recounted every little detail from the week - even though they’d already shared those stories over FaceTime, feeling too excited to tell him all over again in person. Nick listened, hanging on every word, giving all of his attention to them.

A soft nudge against his side caught his attention, and he looked down to see the little goat butting his arm. Smiling, Nick gave it a gentle scratch behind the ears, chuckling under his breath at the delightful absurdity of it all. His gaze drifted up, finding Y/N’s across the room. Her eyes were warm, crinkling at the corners as she watched him with a look that needed no words, patting the small bunny in her hands.

He mouthed a "thank you", his expression soft, clearly moved by their thoughtfulness.

Chris’s arm snaked around Y/N’s waist, pulling her close as they shared a quiet, knowing smile, content to watch Nick settle back into the chaotic embrace of the family they’d created.

© vanteguccir

[thinkinonsense]

Having a fascination with Logan's hands. Particularly on you, or in you, being the subject of many fantasies. But, you're super shy about it, until Logan mentions that he can smell you, during one of your daydreams while you're staring at his hands.

—daydreams l.h.

at first, logan thought he was making things up. his mind playing tricks on him yet again. during meetings and missions, late at night alone, he heard this angelic little voice in his head. like a devil on his shoulder, you shared in detail how much you craved his touch. his hands were so big and strong, rough and veiny with thick fingers. you wanted them everywhere on you; from the tip of your tongue to the inside of your velvet walls.

logan thought he was going crazy until one day, the two of you are sitting across from each other during a meeting. unbeknownst to you, your powers were sending your personal thoughts about logan's hands and what you wish he would do with them into his head. you knew this was apart of your mutation but you've trained to control how you share your powers.

once the meeting was over and everyone filled out, logan followed you upstairs to your room, following the sweet scent of your arousal leaking out of those cute white panties.

"hey, logan." you smile at him once you noticed the shadow behind you. "do you need something?"

he watches your gaze fall down to his hands again. you weren't sure what kickstarted this fire in your tummy when you saw his hands flex and his veins pop out. maybe it was the danger they held. his claws always made you wet. watching them come out during missions always made your brain a little fuzzy. similarly to how your brain felt right now.

—wonder how they would fit inside of me? they're much larger than my fingers. bet he'd know exactly what to do with them. maybe he would put 'em in my mouth for a bit.

"hey, dollface." logan smirks, lifting up your chin to look him in the eye. "i think you're the one in need."

"w-what?" you blush, trying to look anywhere but logan's pretty face. "i don't need any..."

the words disappear into thin air as logan uses his thumb to play with your bottom lip. he can hear your heartbeat pick up as you try to keep yourself contained. your thoughts now filled with fear that logan's figured out your dirty little secret.

"hm, i think you do..." he taunts, getting even closer.

"logan, someone could walk by." you babble against his thumb with big dark doe eyes.

"that shouldn't bother you. probably already projected your thoughts to them too."

you couldn't have been more mortified. how could this happen? what did logan know? he watched with a smile as panic rushed over you, taking the opportunity to open your door and shove the two of you inside.

"wanna explain your daydreams to me, dollface?" he asks, towering over you intimidatingly.

"i'm s-sorry, logan." you pout pathetically. "didn't mean for you to hear me."

"aw, but i think you did."

logan's big frame covers yours entirely. his index and middle finger tap your lower lip until you let him in. the sound of spit and struggle fills the room as you suck on his thick fingers.

"that's it, sugar." he praises. "get 'em nice and wet for me."

the tips of his fingers hit the back of your throat in a way that makes your tummy warm. a groan falls from logan's lips when he looks down and sees you drip his wrist to keep him in the back of your throat until he pulls away. a thick string of saliva connects his fingers to your puffy lips.

the two of you walk towards the bed, where you straddle his waist, messily making out full of desire and neediness. teeth clashing as logan rips your underwear off from under your skirt. you gasp against his lips, making him smirk.

"she's just leakin' for me, babydoll." logan groans finally feeling you the way you've been craving. his fingers slide through your slick causing little moans to leave your lips.

"please, don't tease me lo.." you whine, feeling him circle your entrance, barely pushing in. greedily you clench down on the tips of his fingers.

"shh.." he coos. "she's tryin' to talk to me."

gently, he pushes his fingers into you. a loud squelch fills the room, like music to logan's ears. your nails dig into his shoulders as his fingers hit that gummy spot inside of you. a small cry falls from your lips as logan starts to bounce you softly with his other hand on your waist.

"c'mon, sweetheart..." he teases. "ride my hand like you showed me in your daydreams."

that was more than enough motivation for you to grind down on him until you've set a steady rhythm. logan leaves a trail of hickeys on your neck and down your chest, along your breasts.

"s-shit!" you moan, throwing your head back in euphoria. " 'm close."

in the blink of an eye, logan rolls the two of you over with ease. once your back made contact with the mattress, he starts drilling his fingers into you with passion, needing to get you to your high. logan keeps you legs as far apart as possible and a hand firmly on your hips, holding you down as you cry in pleasure.

"lo!" you gasp, feeling a knot form in your tummy. "p-please."

"atta girl." he smirks, placing a soft kiss to your hip bone and his thumb on your button, circling quickly.

unbeknownst to you, logan was grinding into the mattress for some sort of release. too caught up in the image of you soaking his hand. your nails claw at his wrist as the tightness inside of you finally snapped.

"that's it, good girl." logan marveled, watching your face scrunch up.

once you've come back down from your high, you don't hesitate to reach for logan's slick drenched hand and putting his fingers into your mouth. swirling around the digits in a way that made logan grow impossibly harder.

"f-fuck, you can't do shit like that to me, dollface." he groans, watching you release them with a small pop.

"love these hands." you babble, still slightly fucked out.

"if you love these hands, you'll love what else i have in store for you."

[sh4nksslvt]

Imagine Gear5!Luffy And normal luffy fighting over reader.......

wait! this is so smart! i like ur idea! dahaha

Double Trouble

When a freak accident splits Luffy into two, chaotic Gear 5 Luffy and sweet Normal Luffy — both versions hilariously compete for your heart, dragging the entire crew into the madness until everything returns to normal… mostly.

LUFFY X GN!READER | ONE SHOT

tags: fluff, sfw, love triangle(both are luffy lol)

a/n: this js me trying to write ffs, this is experimental and for fun only, so expect this ffs a bit cringe

word count: 1.1k

masterlist | ko-fi

: 𓏲🐋 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖✩࿐࿔ 🌊

It all started with a bang — literally.

One moment, you were helping Nami reorganize the treasure room. Next, the whole Thousand Sunny lurched with a loud BOOM, rattling the floorboards and sending gold coins scattering like fireworks.

"What now?" Nami groaned, hands on her hips.

You rushed topside with the others, weapons drawn or fists clenched — expecting an attack.

Instead, you got... two Luffys.

One perfectly normal, grinning Luffy. And one... not so normal.

The second Luffy floated lazily above the deck, hair glowing brilliant white, pupils swirling hypnotically, laughter bubbling from his lips like music.

"Y/N!!" both Luffys shouted at once when they saw you.

You took an instinctive step back.

"Nope," Zoro said immediately, reaching for his swords.

"Is it a mirror fruit?!" Usopp yelped.

"Did the Captain eat himself?!" Chopper wailed, clinging to Sanji's leg.

Robin tilted her head, studying the scene with polite interest. "Fascinating..."

Franky just laughed, "SUUUUPER confusing!"

"Focus!!" Jinbei barked, trying to corral the chaos.

But it was already too late. Both Luffys made a beeline for you, tripping over each other and crashing into your legs like toddlers desperate for attention.

Nami pressed two fingers to her temple. "I need a raise," she muttered.

You quickly learned that having two Luffys was both better and worse than you could imagine.

Better, because they were extra affectionate — offering you food, carrying your things, cheering whenever you smiled.

Worse, because they were in full competition mode.

Gear5!Luffy (as Chopper breathlessly called him) kept showing off — stretching his limbs into ridiculous cartoonish shapes, bouncing around like a rubber band on crack, pulling faces until you doubled over laughing.

"Look, Y/N!" he crowed one afternoon, turning his whole head into a massive heart, complete with a squeaky heartbeat sound.

Normal Luffy was no slouch either. He stuck to his strengths — stubbornness and sincerity.

"I don't need crazy powers," he told you solemnly, handing you a slightly squashed rice ball he'd made himself. "I'm already the best for Y/N!"

You bit into the rice ball, smiling despite yourself.

Meanwhile, the crew took sides — shamelessly.

"I bet the crazy one wins!" Franky announced loudly.

"No way," Sanji scoffed. "Y/N deserves normalcy."

"Technically," Robin mused, "both versions are Luffy."

"Yeah, but one’s glowing," Usopp said. "Glowing automatically makes you cooler."

Zoro snorted. "Idiots."

Brook just laughed. "Yohoho! Twice the Captain, twice the chaos!"

You wanted to protest — this isn’t a contest! — but then you’d look up and catch two sets of hopeful, sparkling eyes gazing at you, and the words would die on your tongue.

At first, it was cute.

They followed you everywhere — two shadows glued to your heels. They fought over who got to sit next to you at dinner, who got to carry your stuff during island stops, who could make you laugh harder.

Gear5!Luffy once turned the entire galley into a giant bouncy castle trying to impress you. Sanji screamed for three hours cleaning it up.

Normal Luffy responded by dragging you up the mast one night, pointing proudly at the sea of stars and whispering, "I wanted you to see somethin' only I can reach."

You sat there, high above the world, heart hammering against your ribs, wondering how you were supposed to choose between them.

But the tipping point came one evening.

The crew was gathered on deck — a rare, peaceful moment under a pink-streaked sky. Dinner plates were scattered everywhere, Brook strumming a soft tune on his violin.

You leaned against the railing, smiling at the sight.

Then — disaster.

Gear5!Luffy and Normal Luffy both lunged at you at once, trying to hand you a flower they'd picked from a nearby island.

Their arms tangled. They tripped. And with a yelp, they toppled overboard — dragging you with them.

The splash was enormous.

You resurfaced, spluttering and coughing, the two Luffys flailing beside you.

"Y/N!! Are you okay?!" they shrieked in perfect unison.

From the deck, Sanji was screaming bloody murder.

"YOU IDIOTS!! YOU COULD'VE DROWNED THEM!!"

Chopper was already tossing a lifesaver. Usopp was sobbing dramatically. Zoro just sighed, clearly contemplating letting you all drown to solve the problem.

Somehow, you all clambered back aboard, dripping wet and exhausted.

You sat there, shivering slightly, as the two Luffys crowded you again, guilt written all over their faces.

"I’m sorry," Normal Luffy whispered.

"Me too," Gear5!Luffy mumbled, his glow dimming.

You sighed heavily, wringing out your clothes. "You guys can’t keep fighting over me. You’re the same person, you know?"

They blinked at you.

"You both care about me. I care about you too. But... not if you hurt each other."

The deck fell silent.

Then, very slowly, the two Luffys turned — and smacked their foreheads together in a show of stubborn apology.

Thump.

You couldn't help it — you burst out laughing.

The tension shattered instantly. The crew joined in, cheering and clapping, Brook playing a jaunty tune.

"Looks like the Captain(s) learned their lesson," Robin said, smiling.

"Finally," Jinbei rumbled, folding his arms.

"Can we have just one Luffy now?" Nami pleaded.

You grinned, ruffling both Luffys' wet hair. "I'll take both for now."

They beamed at you — two idiots, one heart.

That night, you fell asleep curled between them on the deck, watching the stars wheel overhead.

For the first time in days, everything felt peaceful again.

You woke to soft snoring against your shoulder.

Blinking sleepily, you sat up — and found just one Luffy curled against you, straw hat sliding down to cover his eyes.

His hair was black again.

No swirling pupils. No crazy glow.

Just your Luffy.

You stared at him for a long moment, heart pounding in your chest.

The rest of the crew was stirring around the deck, yawning and stretching.

"Looks like whatever split him wore off overnight," Chopper said, checking Luffy’s vitals. "His heartbeat’s normal again."

"Amen," Sanji muttered, dragging a broom across the ruined galley.

Zoro shot you a sidelong look. "Guess you don’t have to choose anymore, huh?"

You smiled softly, brushing Luffy’s hair back from his forehead.

"No," you murmured, "I already chose."

Because whether he was wild or serious, glowing or not — he was still Luffy.

Yours.

Always.

And even if he didn’t remember everything that happened while split... The way he instinctively curled closer to you in his sleep said enough.

You leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead.

"Idiot," you whispered fondly. "I love you too."

The sun rose over the horizon, golden and bright, as the Thousand Sunny sailed on, carrying you, your crew, and the boy who had somehow, impossibly, stolen your heart twice over.

[mixolya]

ᓚᘏᗢ — beneath the stars, we became one: epilogue ! (wc: 6,5k)

can be read without reading my other chapters ! (though, i'd really appreciate if you read the whole story hihi)

#001 : first official date.

when you both were 17, the world seemed to shimmer with a new kind of magic. the lights of the festival reflected in rin's teal eyes, making them look even more captivating than usual. your arm was linked with his as the two of you strolled through the crowded festival streets. you wondered if he noticed the way you kept stealing glances at him.

the air was alive with energy. everywhere you turned, the colors of the festival fascinating: bright lanterns, vivid banners, and the rich hues of traditional yukatas. rin's yukata, a deep navy one, suited him so perfectly. his calm presence grounded you amid the lively chaos, and you couldn't help but smile to yourself.

"you're quiet," rin said, glancing down at you. "are you okay?"

his steady and low voice pulled you from your thoughts. you looked up at him, the corners of your lips curving into a soft smile. "yeah, just thought about something. it's really lively here."

he hummed in agreement, his eyes scanning the vivid scene. even in the midst of all the noise and colors, rin's presence had a way of making you feel calm.

"i like it," you said after a moment. "but i think i like this even more."

"what's 'this'?" he asked, pulling you closer as the cool evening breeze swept through the festival, rustling the banners and lanterns overhead.

"being here. with you," you admitted softly, your voice almost drowned out by the distant laughter and music.

rin looked at you, his steps faltering slightly as your words hung in the air. for a moment, he didn't know how to respond. his eyes searched yours, a faint hint of surprise flashing across his face. then, almost as if to mask his own uncertainty, his lips twitched into a tiny smirk.

"oh?" he finally said, his tone teasing but warm. "you usually flirted with me so easily, and now you're getting shy just from being here with your boyfriend?"

his words caught you off guard, and your cheeks grew impossibly warmer. you looked away, trying to fight the embarrassed grin tugging at your lips. "don't make it sound like that," you muttered, nudging him lightly with your elbow.

"like what?" he asked, his voice holding the slightest trace of amusement. he wasn't letting this go, clearly enjoying the rare sight of you being flustered.

"like i'm some shameless flirt," you shot back.

he chuckled softly, the sound low and unguarded. "well," he said, his voice dropping slightly, "i remember that one message. what was it again? .. oh yeah, 'there's a really good black friday deal! in my bed! 100% clothes off!'"

your jaw dropped as you whipped your head toward him. "rin!" you exclaimed, your voice a mix of disbelief and embarrassment. "how do you even remember that?"

he shrugged, a smile tugging at his lips. "hard to forget when someone sends that out of nowhere."

you groaned, feeling your cheeks burn. "i was joking! and you know it!"

"yeah? man, i really looked forward to that deal," he said with a sly grin, the teasing in his voice making your face heat even more.

"rin!" you swatted at his arm, unable to hide the mix of embarrasment and laughter bubbling up. "you're impossible."

he chuckled, the sound warm and unguarded, as if he couldn't resist riling you up. "what? i'm just saying, false advertising is a little cruel, you know."

you rolled your eyes, but before you could fire back, something caught your attention. a stall just ahead had an array of plushies on display, and one in particular - a kuromi one - stood out. its adorably pouty face made you gasp.

"look at that!" you tugged on his sleeve, pointing excitedly. "it's so cute!"

rin followed your gaze to the plushie, his brow raising slightly as he surveyed the ring toss game in front of it. without a word, he stepped forward, fishing coins out of his pocket and handing them to the stall owner.

"wait," you said, your eyes widening. "are you going to-?"

"i’ll get it," he interrupted, his voice calm but firm. there was a quiet determination in his tone, and the way his fingers curled around the rings made your chest tighten.

you stood back, watching as he sized up the game. his posture was relaxed, but his focus was sharp. you noticed the small, almost unnoticeable details - how his shoulders squared, how his eyes narrowed slightly in concentration. when he lined up his shot, the tip of his tongue peeked out, just barely brushing his bottom lip.

you didn’t know why, but that little gesture had your heart skipping beats.

the first ring flew through the air in a clean arc and landed squarely around the bottle neck with a resounding clink. your jaw dropped. “no way,” you said, blinking in disbelief. “first try?”

rin handed the stall owner another coin and repeated the throw, landing another ring with ease. the owner laughed, handing him the plushie. rin turned, holding it out to you, his expression neutral but his eyes betraying a flicker of satisfaction.

“here,” he said simply.

you reached for it, hugging the plushie tightly to your chest. “that was amazing,” you said, the awe clear in your voice. then, before you could stop yourself, you blurted, “and so hot.”

his ears turned red instantly. “what?�� he asked, his voice stiff with surprise.

“i said you’re really good at games,” you backtracked, grinning to yourself as he avoided your gaze.

the two of you continued walking, and as the excitement from the game faded, a peaceful glow settled over the festival. lanterns swayed gently in the breeze, their light illuminating the cobbled path ahead. you came to a stop in front of a small pond, its surface reflecting the golden glow of the lanterns and the twinkling stars above.

“oh,” you breathed, staring at the scene. “it’s so beautiful.”

“yeah,” rin murmured beside you.

his voice was so soft that it drew your attention. you turned your head, expecting to find him admiring the lanterns or the pond, but his gaze wasn’t on the scene at all - it was on you.

the intensity of his stare made your breath hitch. “what?” you asked quietly, your cheeks warming under his steady gaze.

“nothing,” he muttered, his ears tinged pink as he quickly looked away.

summary: rin is good at everything.

#002 : teaching you maths.

when you both were 17, studying for finals felt like the ultimate test of patience - especially when math was involved. the soft glow of your desk lamp illuminated the small piles of textbooks and notes scattered across the surface. finals were just around the corner, and rin had insisted on coming over to help you prepare - specifically with math, your least favorite subject. you sat cross-legged on your chair, head resting on your hand as rin flipped through your textbook, calm and focused as always.

“you’re really not going to do your homework?” he asked, raising an eyebrow as he looked up from the book.

you groaned dramatically, leaning back in your chair. “it’s not that i can’t do it - it’s just... so boring.”

rin chuckled softly, closing the book with a quiet thud. "right," he said dryly, his eyes locking with yours. "didn't you want to stay valedictorian, or are you giving me the title now?"

you shot him an exaggerated glare, but there was a hint of a smile tugging at your lips. "i'm not giving up the title," you muttered, pulling your legs up into your chair and resting your chin on your knees. "i just think i deserve a break, that's all."

rin sighed, setting the book down and leaning back in his chair. "if you do your homework, i promise i'll give you a reward," he said, the promise in his voice sounding far too tempting for you to ignore.

you raised an eyebrow, curious. "reward? what kind of reward?"

rin looked at you with a playful glint in his eyes, a teasing smile curling at the corners of his lips. "you'll find out if you do your homework," he said cryptically, as if he had something up his sleeve but wasn’t about to spoil the surprise.

you tilted your head, intrigued yet still skeptical. "you're really not gonna tell me what it is?"

"nope," rin replied, his tone light. "you have to earn it. that's how rewards work."

you groaned again, but there was a part of you that was now genuinely curious. "ugh, fine," you muttered, picking up your pencil and glancing down at the math problems in front of you.

rin chuckled under his breath, settling back into his chair, watching you as you turned to the first problem. "just focus," he said, his voice calm and patient. "you're smart, aren't you?"

you shot him a quick, slightly annoyed look, but he only smirked, clearly enjoying the playful banter. as you started working through the problem, you could feel rin’s eyes on you, but you tried to ignore it, focusing on the numbers in front of you.

"okay, so the first step is-" rin began, but you interrupted him before he could finish.

"yeah, yeah, i know," you muttered, scribbling the first step on your paper, your eyes not entirely focused on the problem.

rin raised an eyebrow, clearly seeing that your attention wasn’t fully there. "you’re not listening."

you shot him a guilty look, realizing he’d caught you zoning out. "sorry," you sighed, rubbing your forehead. "it’s hard to concentrate when you're sitting there all calm and serious."

he let out a soft laugh, shaking his head. "it’s not gonna get easier if you don’t focus. trust me, you’ll regret it when you see how much you’re behind."

you rolled your eyes but couldn’t help but feel a little motivation stirring. maybe it was the fact that rin was there, or maybe it was the unspoken promise of a reward waiting for you if you could push through. either way, you refocused and went back to the problem.

"alright," you said with a sigh, "let's get this over with."

rin watched you quietly as you worked, offering gentle guidance when you needed it, but for the most part letting you figure it out on your own. every time you finished a problem, you looked up expectantly, waiting for him to deliver the promised reward, but rin just gave you a small smile, not saying anything.

you were getting frustrated. "rin, where’s my reward?"

he glanced at you, his smirk widening just slightly. "you haven’t finished all your work yet," he said. "keep going, and i’ll make sure it’s worth your while."

you groaned but picked up your pencil again, determined to finish what you’d started. you had to admit, even though math still wasn’t fun, having rin there made it a little easier to bear.

summary: rin is a tease.

#003 : you're impossible.

when you both were 18, things seemed to settle into place more naturally. the night had been perfect - a quiet dinner, a stroll through the city streets, and now, standing in front of your apartment building, the night air was cool and refreshing.

there had always been a comfortable silence between the two of you, and tonight was no exception. you didn’t need to say anything; it was enough just to be together, walking side by side, feeling the warmth of his presence.

as you reached the front of the building, you paused, turning to face him. you couldn't help but smile at the sight of him - the way the light from the streetlamps caught in his hair, the slight tilt of his head as he looked at you. without really thinking, you leaned up on your tiptoes, brushing your lips against his cheek in a soft kiss.

rin immediately tensed, his usual composed expression flickering for just a moment as a faint blush spread across his cheeks. you pulled back, a teasing smile on your face.

"you know," you said, your voice light, "whenever i kiss your cheek, you get so red."

he shifted slightly, rubbing the back of his neck in that way he always did when he was flustered. his eyes dropped to the ground for a moment before he looked back up at you, the corners of his mouth curving into a small, almost shy smile. "i don’t," he muttered, though the evidence was right there in the way his cheeks were flushed.

you laughed softly, your heart warming at how cute he looked when he got embarrassed. "you totally do," you teased, nudging him gently.

rin let out a small sigh, but there was no mistaking the affection in his voice when he spoke next. "you're impossible," he said, though there was a smile hidden in the words.

you stepped closer, your fingers brushing against his as you looked up at him, a soft smile on your lips. the quiet between you both was comfortable, but now, it felt like something more.

"i love you," rin said suddenly, his voice low but full of sincerity.

you blinked, your heart skipping a beat. it wasn’t that you hadn’t known, hadn’t felt it - but hearing him say it out loud was something different. it made everything seem more real, more significant. you couldn’t help the smile that tugged at your lips as you stared at him, the words hanging in the air between you.

you stepped forward, pressing your lips to his in a soft kiss. the moment felt electric, like time slowed down, and everything else in the world faded away.

when you pulled back, you looked at each other, the warmth of his breath mingling with yours. "i love you too," you whispered.

summary: rin gets shy easily.

#004 : who is that?

when you both were 18, things between you and rin had been progressing, and though you were close, it wasn’t always obvious to others just how deep your connection went. it was one of those small moments that made everything clear - like the time you had to sit alone in class because ayane was sick that day.

before you went to school, you gave ayane a few meds and made her breakfast. this meant you had to take your seat in the front of the classroom by yourself. you didn’t mind. it was just another class, another day. but what you didn’t expect was for some random guy from your class to walk over and ask if he could sit next to you.

“hey, you’re y/n, right?” he asked, flashing you a grin. “mind if i sit here? looks like ayane absent today.”

you were a little caught off guard, but you shrugged. “sure, go ahead.”

he slid into the seat next to you without hesitation, and before you knew it, he was striking up a conversation. you weren’t really interested in talking to him, but you didn’t want to be rude, so you responded politely. it wasn’t long before you felt uncomfortable, though. the guy leaned in a little too close, trying to make jokes and keep the conversation going, but it just wasn’t your thing.

meanwhile, rin sat in his usual spot at the back of the classroom, his eyes focused on the notes in front of him. you couldn’t help but notice that every now and then, his gaze would flicker toward you. it was subtle, but you could tell he was aware of the situation. still, he didn’t say anything.

as the bell finally rang, signaling the end of class, you quickly packed your things and left the room, trying to shake off the awkwardness of the situation. rin was already walking ahead of you, his hands in his pockets, his usual aloof expression firmly in place. you jogged to catch up with him, giving him a light tap on the shoulder.

“hey,” you said, trying to lighten the mood, “you’re awfully quiet today. what’s up?”

rin didn’t answer immediately, but when he did, his voice was flat and a little off. “nothing.”

you raised an eyebrow. “really? you seem off.”

he shrugged, still walking ahead. “just didn’t like that guy sitting next to you,” he muttered. you blinked in surprise. “jealous?” you teased, a playful grin tugging at your lips.

“i’m not jealous,” rin replied quickly, but you could see the slight tension in his shoulders. “i just don’t like it when people get too close to you.” you couldn’t help but laugh, teasing him a little more. “aww, you are jealous! admit it!”

rin shot you a glare, though you could tell it was more out of embarrassment than anger. “i'm not jealous, y/n,” he said, his voice a little softer now. “i just don’t like when other people try to get your attention. it's obvious we're together.”

you smiled, walking closer to him and bumping your shoulder into his. “well, don’t worry,” you said, “you’re the only one i’m interested in.” he glanced at you, his face softening just a little. “yeah?” he asked.

you nodded, wrapping your arm around his. “yeah, i’m sure. you’re the only one for me.”

rin’s usual cool exterior returned, but you saw the small smile tug at the corners of his lips. “good,” he muttered, the tension between you both easing.

with that, you both continued your walk home, the unspoken understanding between you clearer than ever.

summary: rin is a jealous, jealous man.

#005 : it hurts.

when you both were 18, rin had a way of noticing the small things, even when you didn’t expect him to. you didn’t know it yet, but he had quietly marked the days on his calendar when you’d usually feel your worst.

it was one of those days. you stayed curled up on your bed, clutching a heating pad to your stomach as waves of discomfort rolled through you. the cramps were relentless, and even the thought of getting up felt like an impossible task.

you sighed, burying your face in the pillow. you didn’t want to complain, but it was one of those days where everything just felt a little too much.

a soft knock on your door pulled you out of your thoughts. you frowned, confused - ayane and milya weren't home, and you weren’t expecting anyone. reluctantly, you dragged yourself out of bed, wrapping a blanket around your shoulders as you shuffled to the door.

when you opened it, you were greeted by the sight of rin, standing there with a familiar paper bag in one hand and a water bottle in the other. his expression was calm, but there was a hint of concern in his eyes as he looked you over.

“what are you doing here?” you asked, surprised but happy to see him.

he stepped inside without waiting for an invitation, gently nudging you back toward your room. “you didn’t answer my texts,” he said simply, setting the bag down on your desk. “figured something was up.”

you blinked, realizing you’d completely forgotten to check your phone. “oh. sorry,” you mumbled, shuffling back to your bed and sinking onto it with a groan. “just wasn’t feeling great.”

“i know,” rin said quietly, sitting softly on your bed.

you frowned at him, confused. “what do you mean, you know?”

he glanced away, rubbing the back of his neck. “i keep track,” he admitted, his voice low. “on my calendar. just in case you ever need anything.”

your heart skipped a beat at his words. before you could respond, he reached for the bag and pulled out a neatly wrapped box of cookies.

“figured these might help,” he said, holding them out to you. “it's a long time since we visited that coffee shop.”

you stared at the cookies, warmth blooming in your chest despite the pain. “rin, you didn’t have to-"

“i wanted to,” he cut you off, his tone firm but gentle. “you always take care of everyone else. let me take care of you for once.”

a small smile crept onto your lips as you took the cookies from him, your fingers brushing against his. “I LOVE YOUUU SO MUCH, RINNIE,” you screamed, jumping at him and you both fell onto the bed.

rin didn't need large gestures or elaborate words to show he cared. he showed it in the small, thoughtful things he did - like remembering your favorite cookies and being there when you needed him most.

and that was more than enough.

summary: rin itoshi's love language was acts of service.

#006 : it doesn't change.

when you both were 19, rin’s talent and hard work finally paid off. he made it into japan’s official nationals football team - a dream he’d been chasing since you’d known him. you were beyond proud, but his success came with long days of practice, meetings, and media obligations.

you hadn’t seen him for a week. eight long days without the quiet comfort of his presence, without the subtle warmth he brought into your life. it felt strange not to have him around, and you couldn’t help but miss him more than you thought you would.

when he finally showed up at your door late one evening, you barely had time to react before his arms wrapped tightly around you, pulling you into him like he was afraid you might disappear.

“oh! rin-" you started, surprised by the sudden embrace.

“hey baby,” he murmured against your shoulder, his voice soft but firm.

you froze for a moment, then slowly relaxed into his hold, your arms coming up to wrap around him. he was warm, and the way he clung to you made your heart ache in the best way.

“i missed you so much,” he said quietly, his voice muffled against your hair.

your fingers tightened around the back of his shirt, grounding him. “i missed you too,” you whispered, a small smile tugging at your lips.

he pulled back just enough to look at you, his usual composed demeanor nowhere to be found. his eyes were softer, vulnerable in a way you didn’t see often. “i don’t want to let go of you,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

your heart skipped a beat at his words. rin wasn’t one to express his emotions so openly, but when he did, it always left you breathless.

“then don’t,” you replied softly, reaching up to brush a strand of hair out of his face. “i’m not going anywhere.”

he leaned into your touch, his eyes closing briefly as if he was savoring the moment. “it’s been so busy,” he murmured. “but all i could think about was you.”

you felt your chest tighten, overwhelmed by the weight of his words. “yeah?” you said gently, taking his hand in yours. “you’re here now.”

he looked at you, his expression a mix of gratitude and longing, before pulling you back into his arms. this time, the embrace was softer, less urgent but no less meaningful. for a while, you just stood there in the quiet, holding each other as the world outside faded away.

“i’m so proud of you, rin,” you whispered against his chest. “you’ve worked so hard for this.”

his arms tightened around you, and you felt the faintest smile against your hair. “it doesn’t mean anything if i can’t share it with you,” he said, his voice steady and full of conviction.

you stayed like that for a long time, wrapped in each other’s warmth, neither of you wanting to let go.

the peace didn’t last long, though, as you heard a muffled voice from the couch.

“ew, can you two not?” milya groaned, exaggerating her disgust as she tossed a pillow in your direction. rin chuckled softly but didn’t pull away from you, clearly content where he was.

“look who’s talking,” you shot back. “you’re the one practically glued to chigiri over there.” milya crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow, her face scrunching in mock offense. “we’re subtle, thank you very much.”

“subtle?” chigiri snorted, raising his head from the back of the couch. “you’ve got the blanket wrapped around you like a burrito, and you’re not even trying to hide it.”

you laughed but then turned to rin, whose hands were still holding onto you. “seriously, though,” you began, voice tinged with playful frustration, “hyoma, you fucking lied to me. you told me rin wouldn’t be home until next week!"

summary: rin itoshi is a lover boy.

#007 : huh?

when you both were 22, life had changed in ways you hadn’t expected. rin had just wrapped up an important season with the national football team, and things between you two were going incredibly well. you had both grown so much, and your relationship felt like it was settling into something permanent.

you found yourselves on the bed, curled up together with a movie playing in the background. the usual comfort of rin’s presence was even more evident tonight, as his body was pressed against yours. you could feel his warmth, the steady rise and fall of his chest as he relaxed, his hand gently resting on your thigh.

the movie faded into the background, your attention slowly shifting to rin. there was a shift in the air, and you could sense he had something on his mind.

“hey,” rin said, breaking the comfortable silence. his voice was quiet, a little hesitant, which was unusual for him.

“yeah?” you turned toward him, raising an eyebrow.

he shifted slightly, eyes meeting yours. “have you ever thought about... moving in together?”

you blinked, not expecting the question at all. you stared at him for a second, the words sinking in. it wasn’t the first time you’d talked about your future, but this felt different. this wasn’t just a passing thought; rin was serious.

“you mean, like… us living together?” you asked, making sure you were hearing him correctly.

rin nodded, his expression a little more vulnerable than you were used to. “yeah. i mean, we’ve been together for a while now, and i just thought maybe it’s time.”

your heart skipped a beat, and you felt a little caught off guard. living together - really living together - was a huge step. but at the same time, you couldn’t deny the fact that it felt right.

you smiled, your heart softening at how much he was thinking about the future with you. “you know, i've thought about it too.”

rin’s face softened at your words, relief flooding his features. “really?”

“yeah,” you nodded, taking his hand in yours. “i mean, i love being with you. and we’ve been making this work for so long now.” you hesitated, your thumb tracing circles on the back of his hand. “it makes sense, doesn’t it?”

rin’s eyes lit up at your response, a small but genuine smile tugging at his lips. “so, is that a yes?”

you chuckled, leaning in to kiss his cheek, the familiar warmth of his skin making everything feel more real. “yeah, rinnie. it’s a yes.”

he grinned, pulling you closer as if he couldn’t let you go. “good,” he whispered, “because i can’t imagine living with anyone else.”

you settled back into his arms, feeling that sense of certainty wash over you. this was it. this was the next step. you and rin, together.

summary: rin itoshi always had a way to make you breathless.

#008 : one step further.

when you both were 23, you and rin had grown even closer, your bond stronger than ever. the years together had been filled with memories - trips, laughter, challenges, and so much more. the two of you had just wrapped up a vacation, a short getaway to the beach, where you both decided to relax and unwind after a busy few months.

the sun was setting, casting golden hues across the sky as the waves crashed against the shore. it was the kind of evening where everything seemed perfect, and the moment felt suspended in time. you and rin were walking along the beach, hand in hand, the soft sand beneath your feet as you both made your way toward a quiet spot near the water.

rin had been unusually quiet during your walk, but you didn’t think much of it. he was often lost in thought, especially during peaceful moments like this. but there was something in the way he was holding your hand, something in the way he kept glancing at you, that made you realize this was different.

“hey,” rin finally said, his voice low and filled with an emotion you couldn’t quite place.

“hm?” you looked up at him.

he stopped walking and turned toward you, his eyes locking with yours. for a moment, neither of you spoke. it was as if the world around you had faded away, leaving only the two of you standing there.

“you know,” he started, his voice slightly shaking as he spoke, “i've been thinking a lot lately. about everything we’ve been through, and everything that’s still ahead of us.” he took a deep breath, his gaze never leaving yours. “i can’t imagine my life without you in it.”

you felt your heart race, sensing the weight of his words. you smiled softly, not quite sure what he was leading up to.

“rin?” you asked, your voice a gentle whisper.

he swallowed, his hand tightening around yours, and then, out of nowhere, he reached into his pocket.

you blinked in surprise as he pulled out a small, velvet box, the kind you’d seen in movies but never imagined would be part of your reality. your breath caught in your throat as he opened it, revealing a delicate ring nestled inside.

“will you marry me?” rin asked, his voice steady but filled with so much love and sincerity.

you froze, staring at the ring in shock. this was happening. it wasn’t a dream.

“are you serious?” you whispered, your heart pounding in your chest.

he nodded, a soft smile tugging at his lips. “i've never been more serious about anything in my life. i love you so much, and i want to spend the rest of my life with you. because i want you to be mine. selfishly, thoughtlessly mine. just like the first time i said it."

the world around you seemed to pause as you took in his words. you couldn’t believe it. the man you loved, the one who had been by your side through everything, was asking you to marry him.

without thinking, you threw your arms around him, pulling him into a tight embrace. “yes,” you breathed, your voice thick with emotion. “yes, rin, of course, yes!”

rin laughed, relief flooding his face as he pulled away slightly to slip the ring onto your finger. the moment felt surreal, like a dream you didn’t want to wake up from.

“thank you,” he murmured, kissing your forehead as he cupped your face in his hands. “i've been wanting to ask you for so long.”

you smiled, your heart soaring as you looked at the ring and then back at him. “i can’t believe this is happening,” you whispered, your voice filled with wonder.

rin smiled back, his eyes twinkling with happiness. “it’s happening, and i promise I’m going to make you the happiest person in the world.”

the waves crashed nearby, the sun dipping below the horizon, but none of it mattered. you had everything you needed right in front of you. the man you loved, and the life you were about to build together.

summary: rin itoshi is the one.

#009 : what's this?

when you both were 25, life seemed to be unfolding in the most perfect way. you and rin had been married for a little over two years, and things between you two were better than ever. the house you shared was full of laughter, love, and the kind of happiness that only comes from building a life with someone you truly care about.

it was a lazy satursay morning, and you and rin were enjoying a rare day off. the sun streamed through the windows, casting a soft glow over the kitchen as you prepared breakfast together. rin was flipping pancakes while you set the table, humming along to some random tune in your head.

there was an air of contentment between you two, something peaceful and steady. but what you didn’t expect was the wave of excitement and nervousness that washed over you as you stood by the counter, trying to act normal. your hands trembled slightly, and you could feel your heart race as you looked down at the pregnancy test in your hand.

you’d taken it earlier, just to be sure, and now you had the answer in front of you. a baby.

you swallowed hard, trying to steady your breath. this was it. you were about to share the news with rin.

as you watched him, laughter in his eyes as he joked about the pancakes being burnt, you felt a strange combination of excitement and nervousness. this was a big moment, one that would change everything for both of you.

finally, you took a deep breath and walked over to rin, who had just placed the last pancake on the plate. you set the test down on the counter in front of him.

rin paused, his eyes widening slightly as he looked from the test to your face. “what’s this?” he asked, his voice suddenly filled with curiosity.

you bit your lip, trying to hold back the nervous smile tugging at your lips. “rin…” you started, your voice quiet but steady. “we’re going to have a baby.”

for a moment, rin just stared at you, his expression unreadable. and then, slowly, his eyes softened, and a wide grin spread across his face.

“wait, seriously?” he asked, his voice a mix of disbelief and joy. you nodded, your own smile growing as you reached for his hand. “yeah, seriously.”

rin blinked a few times, as if processing the words, and then he let out a laugh - joyful, pure, and completely overwhelming. he stepped toward you, pulling you into a tight embrace.

“oh my god, this is- this is amazing,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “we’re going to be parents.”

you laughed too, the weight of the news finally sinking in. it felt so surreal, but it was perfect. rin, the love of your life, was going to be the father of your child.

“we are,” you agreed, your voice full of happiness.

rin pulled back slightly to look at you, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “i'm going to be a father."

you chuckled, cupping his cheek as you leaned in to kiss him. “you will.”

rin kissed you back, the moment lingering between you two. and as you pulled away, you couldn’t help but think about the life you were about to start together - one filled with even more love, laughter, and little moments that would make your family feel whole.

summary: rin itoshi will be a good father.

#010 : the other woman.

when you both were 28, life had taken on a comfortable rhythm. work, family, and all the little moments in between had woven together into something truly beautiful. you and rin had built a life that felt like home, and it was even sweeter now with your little one, who was growing faster than either of you had expected.

on this particular day, you had an important interview, and rin was on dad duty, spending the afternoon alone with your daughter. he was completely smitten with her, and today was no different.

your daughter was now almost three years old, full of energy and curiosity, and she had a way of turning every moment into something magical. rin was in the living room, sitting on the floor with her as she tried to stack blocks, her tiny hands fumbling with them, but her determination unwavering.

“careful, sweetie,” rin said, his voice calm and gentle as he helped her place a block on top of another.

she giggled, looking up at him with her big eyes full of excitement. “daddy, look!” she said, pointing at the small tower of blocks she had built.

“wow, you’re so smart,” rin said, his voice full of pride. he leaned in, giving her a kiss on the cheek. “that’s amazing.”

your daughter beamed, her face lighting up with joy at the praise. “daddy, again!” she said, reaching for more blocks. rin smiled at her, his heart swelling with love for the tiny person who had captured it completely.

“alright, let’s make the biggest tower ever,” rin said, picking up a block and carefully adding it to her pile. as they worked together, he couldn’t help but laugh when she knocked it over again, sending the blocks scattering across the floor.

“oops!” she exclaimed, giggling. rin chuckled and shook his head, watching her with adoration.

“you sure know how to make a mess, don’t you?” he teased, reaching down to gather the blocks back into a pile. she tried to help but ended up making it even more chaotic, her little hands eager but uncoordinated.

rin’s phone buzzed from the counter, and he paused for a moment, checking the time. just a few more minutes until you’d be home.

“you’re a handful, but i wouldn’t trade you for anything,” rin murmured, smiling down at his daughter. she looked up at him, her eyes full of trust and affection.

suddenly, she reached out for him, her tiny arms open wide, wanting to be held. rin immediately scooped her up into his arms, cradling her against his chest.

“my little angel,” he whispered softly, kissing her forehead.

your daughter snuggled into him, her eyes starting to close as she grew tired from all the play. rin held her close, feeling her small breaths against his chest. it was moments like this that reminded him how lucky he was to be her dad.

he couldn’t wait to see you again and share all the little things she’d done while you were gone, but for now, he cherished this quiet, peaceful moment with his daughter.

as she drifted off to sleep in his arms, rin smiled, knowing that no matter what the future held, this - being her dad - was everything.

summary: rin itoshi is a girl dad.

what did you learn after all this? rin itoshi is your man.

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[theclockonthewall]

Hello , could u pls do mark grayson with a tamaranean!reader girlfriend . Basically headcanons about their relationship and how he teaches her about earth .

A/n: thanks for the ask luvie😘 I'm not too well versed with tamaraneans so I hope this is good enough. This is my first time writing anything ever, so feedback is much appreciated and encouraged.

Word count: 418

Mark grayson x gn!Tamaranean!Reader

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Mark is immediately fascinated by you—your glowing eyes, vibrant energy, and your open way of expressing emotions.

You’re curious about everything on Earth, and Mark finds your enthusiasm adorable, even if it sometimes causes chaos.

Mark becomes your personal tour guide. Museums, amusement parks, fast food joints—he takes you everywhere.

You’re baffled by Earth customs. Why do humans shake hands? Why do they wear shoes indoors? Why is pineapple on pizza a controversy?

Tamaraneans eat everything. Mark is both impressed and terrified when you drink mustard out of the bottle and burn your pancakes on purpose to make them taste better.

Mark tries one of your native Tamaranean dishes and immediately regrets it—he tried washing the taste away for hours.

After a mission almost gone wrong you confess your feelings to him in a terrified state whiteout even realizing it.

You only understand what just happened when he shuts you up with a kiss.

You go on all kinds of dates together after that. From Mark showing you around the world to silent nights on rooftops.

You both love flying together at night—zooming through clouds, racing planes, or just hovering above the city lights.

You once mistook a blimp for a sky-whale and tried to “rescue” it. Mark had to explain it was just advertising a mattress sale.

Tamaraneans feel emotions deeply, and you’re very expressive—randomly kissing Mark mid-fight because you felt proud of him.

Mark gets flustered but adores how passionate and honest you are.

When you get angry, your powers spike, and Mark learns to help you calm down—not by logic, but by matching your emotion with gentle reassurance.

You’re incredibly affectionate with Mark in front of his parents. Debbie is taken aback but finds you sweet.

Nolan is... skeptical. But he relents when he sees how happy Mark is when he's with you.

You and Mark are a terrifyingly effective duo in battle. You’re more aggressive, and he balances it with strategy.

The Guardians of the Globe are shocked when you punch an enemy through a wall, then turn to Mark with the softest smile like “Did I do well, beloved?”

You’re the fiery, chaotic sunshine, and he’s the grounded, awkard, lovable boyfriend.

[nottslove]

i keep spamming vixen by ayesha at the gym

main character vibe

event; profile; nav; hi honey!! believe me, i squealed when i saw you participating in the event... i'd never heard this song before until now, and i actually like it.

totally gives off main character vibes. so, i figured, this song would have to describe two, extremely stubborn main characters, both fighting for the upper hand....

enter you and enter mattheo riddle.

warnings: slightly nsfw, fwb, toxic relationship

song: vixen, ayesha erotica slytherin boy: mattheo riddle.

YOU had always been attracted to danger, always liked the thrill of putting yourself in risky situations, perhaps that was why you found yourself fascinated with him in the beginning.

the dark lord's son, the boy who was feared by half of hogwarts, and envied and respected by the other half.

he had it all; the looks, the brains, the charm, and even the arrogance and big-headedness that came with having to deal with all of that.

you didn't know how you stood him. but then again, the rest of your friends in your group did act as good buffers.

you always hung out in a group, from first year, to seventh.

things began to change during the end of the sixth year.

pansy got a girlfriend, so she would hang out with her, instead of the rest of you guys.

the get-togethers still went on, and you would all sit by the fireplace in the slytherin common room, or in the local pub at hogsmeade.

draco was the next to leave after pansy. he too, got a girlfriend.

lorenzo left too, eventually, trailing after this hufflepuff girl he was smitten with.

still, you, mattheo and theo would continue with your meetups, until theo transferred his attentions to chase after another witch he had a one night stand with.

leaving just you and mattheo.

you did try to hang out with him in the beginning, but after the first ten minutes of him smoking a cigarette and you reading your book, filled with mindless chatter here and there, the awkward silence that filled the space grew suffocating.

eventually, you decided that you would rather hang out alone.

"doesn't make sense for just the two of us to sit in silence since there's no one else," mattheo had agreed with you.

your friends did inquire why the two of you didn't hang out— "we're too different..." was your answer.

your friends also asked why the pair of you didn't find romantic partners to hang out with.

"you know me— i'm a low commitment guy..." mattheo had shrugged with a smirk.

"edwards and i broke up again," you replied, mentioning your ex-boyfriend; surely, an uncomfortable topic. "i'm not looking for anything serious right now..."

edwards had been your first love; and you had been dating steadily for a few months, until you broke up once over a small fight. ever since then, it had been an on and off relationship with him, and you felt suffocated in the relationship after he kept cutting ties with you, then winning you back with some grand, romantic gesture.

your friends, feeling a little uncomfortable at the mention of edwards, never brought the topic of you and mattheo hanging out with each other, or with other people again.

and the first few times the rest of your friends left to chase after their own romantic interests, you and mattheo dispersed as well; you going to the library and him staying in the common room, you realized there were only so many places you could go without running into mattheo.

suddenly he was everywhere; your paths kept tangling.

in the library? he was there.

quidditch pitch? he was there.

even when you got detention, he happened to be there.

eventually, you stopped trying to fight the forces that brought you two together and embraced it.

turned out, you had a lot in common with mattheo. and you did get along pretty well, even though the dialogue mostly consisted of unhinged flirting, dirty jokes, constant bickering, dissing, arguing and laughing.

it was exhilarating, to say the least.

you couldn't recall the last time you'd had this much fun in detention, and mattheo made up his mind that perhaps you weren't the uptight girl he thought you were.

sure you did contribute a lot to your conversations as an entire friend group, but alone?

god, he never knew you were so witty and flirty.

it drove him insane.

especially when he insulted you and you retorted by harshly slapping his shoulder and using the filthiest curse-words known to man.

or when he teased you about the amount of books you read and you flipped him off.

the worst moment for him was when you wore those slutty, short skirts of yours and it would hike up slightly as you would sit down. that was when he would catch a glimpse of the lace garter strapped to your upper thigh, holding a tiny flask of what he was sure was not water or pumpkin juice.

whether you were talking, or in class, his eyes wandered down to your thigh more often than he would care to admit, and he would have to excuse himself to the men's room.

he was growing addicted to you, and he didn't know it. he constantly had to deal with his urge to pin you against every surface and fuck the shit out of you.

as the pair of you walked back from detention together, you decided you were having too much fun together to part ways once you got to the common room.

hence you both found yourselves in front of the fireplace in the empty common room, casually betting on whether or not professor snape and the new ancient runes professor were sleeping together.

before you knew it, mattheo had pulled out a joint and offered you one. placing it between his lips, he fished around his pockets for a lighter.

"shit, you got a light? can't find mine—"

you gave him a sultry smile, and an understanding nod. "don't worry, i got you covered..." and then, you placed the death stick between your dark, red lips, and before mattheo's very eyes, you undid one of the buttons of your blouse and dug your fingers into your bra, looking for your lighter, unaware that he was losing his fucking mind.

he had never seen anything hotter.

you didn't realize the effect your actions had on mattheo, until you saw the slight rise in his pants. you knew exactly what you were doing when you pulled out the lighter and used it to light the tip of your cigarette, which was still dangling from your lips.

it was still warm from your body heat when you gave it to mattheo, and him, just knowing it had been stuffed inside your bra, pressing against your tits was struggling to hide his growing erection, which was straining painfully against the zipper of his jeans.

he simply couldn't stop staring, and he did nothing to hide his painfully obvious boner.

you noticed.

"close your mouth, darling, you'll catch flies," you drawled, your voice dripping with confidence.

"did— fuck, doll— did that just come out from your bra?" mattheo asked, head spinning. he simply couldn't believe it.

"they don't stitch pockets in girls' skirts," you replied vaguely, fully aware of mattheo's gaze on your tits that peeked out from beneath your shirt. "you can keep it if you like..."

you trailed off lightly, your eyes flickering up to meet his.

he stashed the lighter in his pocket, patting it lightly as if it were his most valuable possession.

his eyes never left yours as he says his next words, fully prepared to catch you off-guard.

"is that why you carry a flask of whiskey strapped to your thigh as well?" he drawled.

your breath hitched, and your eyes widened. no one was supposed to find out about that.

still, you weren't going to let him know he had the upper hand here.

"been staring at my thighs, matty?" you whispered, leaning closer, at an angle that gave him a perfect view of your tits right down your shirt.

"more than you can fucking imagine," he muttered through gritted teeth, your little nickname driving him feral.

"now now, be careful—wouldn't want you to cum in your pants now, would we?" you whispered, fingers reaching softly to caress his bulge over his jeans, your long, manicured nails grazing against the material and causing him to hiss lightly through his teeth.

that was when all hell broke loose. he didn't ask for permission any more. he wasn't going to treat you like a gentle princess when you were right there, acting like a whore.

his mouth collided fiercely with yours, emitting a possessive growl as he pulled you into his lap, cigarette dangling from his fingers.

the cigarette smoke had definitely messed with your mind, because you were grinding against him whilst making out with him, and it simply wasn't enough.

you wanted more. you needed more.

your manicured nails were buried into his hair, the other clutching his shirt, skirt riding higher and higher as your gyrated your hips over his.

"i need more," he muttered, hand flitting to your garter, pulling it away from your thigh and letting it snap back into place, causing a slight sting of pleasurable pain to kiss your delicate skin.

"this is a one time thing," you warned him, before you gave him all control of the situation, knowing all too well he would satisfy your needs.

the amount of times his sexual conquests had been discussed in your friend group was too many for you to count.

"agreed," he replied, before he took you to his empty dorm room.

both of you never expected to do it again. you both assumed you merely needed to get each other out of your systems, but you were proved wrong the next time your friends left you alone.

it wasn't even one minute since their absence that the pair of you were already making out.

and then, you put a label to it.

friends with benefits.

it didn't end there. you swore to keep it a secret from the rest of your friends, but it was only a matter of time before they found out.

draco had forgotten his phone in the dorm room, and he had come in to get it, only to find the two of you in a very compromising position.

naturally, he had informed the rest of the group.

it was easy for you to contain your relationship with mattheo within the four walls of his dorm.

outside, you were friends. the benefits only came out when you were alone.

he didn't do relationships, or commitment, and you had just gotten out of a relationships; you weren't looking for anything serious.

until feelings began getting involved.

and until mattheo started behaving like a boyfriend outside the bedroom.

he would hold your hand, pull you into his lap randomly and make-out with you in public.

not that you minded.

he was so goddamn addictive.

when you started catching feelings, you tried to squash them, suppress them, but that proved to be difficult when he hung around you every waking moment of the day.

"we need to stop," you told mattheo one time, after he had pulled you into an empty classroom to slide his hand between your thighs.

"stop what? we won't get caught, doll—" he replied, fingers brushing against your panties.

"us. i can't keep doing this with you—"

and then you walked out.

he had helped you get over your ex. and though you hadn't been looking for anything serious, catching feelings for mattheo had made you realize how much you craved the feeling of being loved.

and to get your mind off mattheo, you began seeing another guy, hoping your feelings for your friend would go away.

they didn't.

you couldn't kiss him without thinking of mattheo.

mattheo was jealous. glaring at you from the distance, sitting on the table with all your friends around him.

"i think it's nice she's finally giving someone else a chance," pansy commented.

"shut the fuck up," growled mattheo.

"what's gotten your knickers in a twist?" scoffed theo. "thought you don't do commitments."

"i don't," replied mattheo. "that asshole doesn't deserve her."

"you should stop seeing him," mattheo commented later that evening, when you were left alone with him in the common room.

"yeah, like suddenly you know what's best for me," you replied dryly.

"oh, but i do," replied riddle, leaning in closer to your ear to allow his words to drip through, like venom.

"i know exactly where to touch you to make your toes curl. i know how how to pleasure you; until you're screaming my fucking name— does he know how to touch you? does he touch you like i do?" mattheo murmured, his hand sliding underneath your thigh, softly drawing circles on your thigh, fingers caressing your garter. "he doesn't know how gorgeous you look, screaming my name as i eat that sweet pussy..."

you slowly shook your head, your heart lurching.

and thus, mattheo knew exactly how to manipulate you.

the cycle began.

you kept calling things off, and he kept worming his way back into your pants, and your heart.

until you had enough.

"mattheo—stop," you told him, halting his hand from where it had begun to venture across your thigh. "i.. i can't do this anymore. please..."

catching the vulnerability in your tone, he looked into your eyes and distinguished the slightly glassy stare. "why not? what's wrong?"

"i just can't."

he didn't do relationships; telling him the truth would just make things worse.

"why not? because of the other guy? you still whoring around for him?" he scoffed, sounding completely pissed.

suddenly, a small sob cracked through your body, and you shook your head, completely hurt by his words.

"no," you replied back, your voice reflecting your hurt. "because i made the mistake of falling in love with an asshole like you."

instantly, he knew he had fucked up.

his heart stuttered with your confession, as dread slipped into his blood.

"doll—" he tried, trying to catch your wrist, but you slipped out of his grasp.

"don't doll me," you demanded. "we're over. i can't stand to be near someone who thinks of me as nothing but a whore."

he didn't apologize to you.

you stayed away from him; from everyone, in fact. you kept to your dorm room.

you couldn't face mattheo, or your friends. you couldn't deal with all their questions and sympathy stares.

your friend group was now split between you and mattheo; none of you hung together any more.

you were broken, and mattheo went back to picking up a different girl each night.

it didn't help that you were madly in love with him, heart clenching at the thought of him with any other girl.

eventually, you and mattheo had to talk. where you go back to tolerating each other's presence so your friends could hang out together.

mattheo was stubborn.

he had caught feelings for you; it was obvious. your friends knew, the teachers knew. everyone fucking knew.

he was just too fucking stupid and dumb to admit it.

every girl he brought back, he would moan your name. he would imagine you underneath him.

it was only until another guy asked you out that mattheo lost it all. he couldn't stand another guy touching you, being with you.

enough was enough.

"can we talk?" he asked one night, when your friends had thrown a party in the slytherin common room.

"no," you brushed him off, walking right past him.

"please, doll. one minute; that's all i need..." he begged, his brown eyes full of vulnerability. "i.. i know i fucked up. big time.."

"yeah," you replied, a dry scoff punctuating your words. "one minute only."

"i'm... i'm sorry for what i said," he admitted, after much difficulty. "i was.. i was jealous of the other guy; and pissed at him."

"you're the one who said you didn't do relationships," you quoted him. "so you shouldn't have gotten mad when i wanted one."

"that's the thing," mattheo breathed, raking a hand through his dark curls. "i didn't want a relationship until i met you."

your heart stopped. your eyes flickered up to meet his.

the rest of the party faded away.

the music dimmed, the faint beat of the woofer made the floor vibrate in sync with your heartbeat.

it was just you and him.

you, and mattheo.

"you— you... you drive me fucking insane," mattheo breathed. "i can't stop thinking about you— i love you—"

you didn't need to hear the rest.

your hands gripped his jaw and you crashed your lips against his.

the last thing you heard before you snuck away to mattheo's dorm room was his voice.

"i love you, doll."

"i hate you, riddle," you replied.

but you didn't.

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[aayakashii]

YALL REMEMBER THIS??! LMAO anyway here's the last part!! ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

Part 1, part 2, part 3 and part 4

How Tokyo Debunker boys react after receiving a cute little plushie from MC – Yuri and Jiro

Yuri – Hamster plushie

Literally how dare you think he is childish enough to appreciate something like A PLUSHIE

And of a HAMSTER of all things?!? WHAT ARE YOU IMPLYING??

Of a thousand words he says after he receives the plushie, not one of them is a "thank you"

In fact, you get kinda fed up with his brattiness and try to grab the plushie back, already regretting giving it to him

Imagine your surprise when he basically pounces over the toy, protecting it from your grasp as he grips it tightly over his chest

You two just...... stare at each other awkwardly for a few seconds, before Yuri clears his throat and puts the plushie on top of his chair (with a very obvious blush)

"Just because you have less than appropriate gift giving abilities, doesn't mean I will reject your handmade gift! Just do better next time" he stutters, poofing out his chest like a peacock, trying to keep a little bit of dignity

You see right through him anyway

Pursing your lips to keep yourself from laughing and frustrating him further, you just nod and leave his office so he can process the fact that you spent your actual personal time making something for him

Spoiler alert: he doesn't process it well

He keeps the hamster on his bed and still flinches and blushes profusely when he sees its little puffy cheeks and bright beady eyes

(Since he pulls so many all nighters, he actually haven't gotten used to it yet at all)

(When he does sleep, however, his arms unconsciously snake around the round body of the little guy, squishing it against his face with a satisfied sigh)

(It smells good. He can actually sleep properly without thinking about all the articles he needs to write and all the things he needs to do to prove himself to everyone around him)

(He can just be.)

Jiro – Dinosaur plushie

"It's not my birthday"

"I know"

"Hmmm..." a pause as he stares down at the green dinosaur you pushed into his hands "is it a holiday I'm not aware of?"

You sigh, shaking your head. "No Jiro, I made it for you just because. It's a gift."

"Oh. Okay. Thanks."

To be fair, you shouldn't have expected an effusive reaction from Jiro, of all people. It was still a bit upsetting though.

But at least he seemed fascinated by your craftsmanship, staring at every little detail and loose thread on the toy's body

You were unaware of it for a long time until you managed to spot Jiro on campus again, but he actually has been carrying his designated little guy everywhere

If someone is afraid of needles or of doctors, Jiro immediately hands them the little dino so they can hug it (even though his patients are usually not kids)

(He rebutts their embarrassment by saying that there are no studies claiming that adults can't be comforted by plushies now be quiet and get ready for the blood test–)

The way he carries the plushie isn't exactly the most gentle (he just holds it by its head, green chubby body flopping everywhere while he walks fast)

But you're more than happy to see that Jiro appreciated your little gift in his own way

(And you don't know, but when his illness catches him off guard, nausea gut punching him unpredictably, he uses the dinosaur as his only way of grounding – the soft fur being his only solace as he trudges his way back to Mortkranken.)

(Maybe he should ask you to make him a little white coat. It's his assistant, after all.)

[fortheb0ys]

I wanna dress Will Graham up all nice and pretty just to mess him all up again :3

BROOO YOU GOT ME THINKING!! Give me like two sentences and I could go on and on if I'm feeling it. So I offer you my ramblings🤲

Does anyone remember that one Criminal Minds episode where this lady collects human dolls?!?

Well, make that into male reader insert <(´･ω･`<)

CW Sorry, i realized I don't put these often : reader is a serial killer and will is profiling him, reader views people as objects, reader can't tell what's real and will uses that to his advantage, will refers to himself as a 'sex doll', murder (not too descriptive), reader loses his virginity, sex, stalking, kidnapping, obsessive behavior NOT PROOFREAD ENDING IS RUSHED!

FEM ALIGNED + MINORS DNI

You watched Will from a distance, become fascinated by Will's beauty. His curly hair, his facial structure, his build, his everything.

He haunted you. You saw him everywhere you went.

Will was different from the rest. A body of pure perfection. The others ones in your collection were unamusing, marred in compaison to him.

Once you've had gotten your hands on him, your collection fell neglected. Left on the shelf to collect dust. Disposed of them when they broke.

Will was your prized doll like one of those vintage Christmas Barbies.

Once you've finally gotten your hands on him you noted he wasn't in perfect condition. It was quite clear under closer eyes, a few nicks and scratches. You'd treat him better than anyone else would. You wanted to keep him from farther damage.

At first, Will was a bit hard to play with. His face model was always in a scowl. Brows knitted in anger.

You thought about redoing his face, scraping off the base and painting a new one. Thoughts about the last time you've done it deterred your decision. Their faces had always came out disfigured, never getting quite right.

His hard shell didn't deter your love for him. You treated him gently, bought things for him, making small conversations at your little tea parties. His anger was met with your kindness.

It took a while till Will's shell chipped away. His scowl disappeared, replaced with a friendly smile. Happiness to see you home from you doll hunting.

Soon he became the best doll you've owned. A pleasure to have company with.

His voice box sounded much different from the others. The other doll yelled crude obscenities. Of course, their angry words didn't last long as taking out their boxes quieted them down.

Will was kinder. He was more willing to carry a conversation. He'd let you play with him without protest. Let you play with him, brush his hair, change his clothes. The others were hard to move, their sticky joints refusing to move.

Of course, the hunt for new dolls didn't stop. Once Will met these new friends, he became cold. Back to the old Will.

Will never liked play to nice. Mean and unpleasant words were barked at the others. They broke quicker than anticipated. You'd find Will covered in red, broken dolls at his feet.

He'd plea that he was special. That you couldn't have any other dolls. He was the only one that's supposed to be in your collection. Red, teary eyes begging to be the only doll in your collection.

You pulled him into close embrace, feeling his pounding heartbeat against your chest. Whispered promises as he cried at your every word.

Your precious Will, beautiful yet so broken. You plege devotion solely to him.

Since than you only cared for Will. Every moment was spent with him.

He seemed to enjoy playtime as well. He'd sit quiet and pretty as you changed him. His hands always posed between his legs. His joints bent seamlessly as he shifted in his sit.

One day while picking his clothes for the day, Will made mention that he had working parts down...there. That they'd the react when played with.

He said he was a 'sex doll', that only he's the only one.

He guided you as you were inexperienced. Spoke you through each step. Your fingers nervously stretching him. Your eyes trained on Will's face, looking for any sort of discomfort.

Fingers still he's face contorts. You weren't sure if it was discomfort or pleasure. You weren't going to risk breaking your precious doll by testing which one.

Your hand begins withdrawaling from between him. Before you could do or say anything farther, Will's hand shoots forward to grasp your wrist.

"Don't fucking stop." Will growls as his grip tightly.

His eyes darken, a glint of something beneath them. Like there was a secret to be shared behind blown out pupils. It seems almost sinister.

Your heart skips a beat and your mouth goes dry and all you could do was give him a small nod. Sex brought out this side of an otherwise gentle Will. One you were not willing to challenge.

Once Will felt like he was fully prepped and ready, he made you withdrawal your soaked fingers. With shaking hands gripping your cock, guiding it to his ready hole. A hiss sounding from Will almost made you stop but you wouldn't dare to do that again.

It felt so fucking good. Stinking in inch by inch. His hole stretching to fit your cock. His insides warm and wet. Pleasure consuming your entire being.

Did all dolls feel like this? Why haven't you tried this before?

Once Will completely bottomed out, he gave you a slight squeeze. You had to hold yourself back, nearly cumming after only just a moment.

Your eyes shut tight as your head falls against Will's chest, trying to focus on breathing. Shaking breaths timed with Will's heartbeat.

A sharp kick to your side, a signal that Will wants you to move. Eyes snap open to look deep into Will's. That look still present, now even darker.

"Take it nice and slow." Will spoke sweetly behind a kind smile. He's gentle once again. Will's changes in mood were slightly off putting.

You began to move at a slow pace, sloppy as you tested the water. Thrusts were shallow and somber. Will's hand grip at your hips and begin guiding your movements.

"Follow my lead." He locked eyes while you felt the need to look away.

His hands push you forward establishing a rythm. Pushing in deep to hit something the made Will gasp and pulling out till your tip was the only thing in him.

You tried focusing on keeping the order as you roll your hips into him but everything felt so good your mind went numb. Will's grunts turned into moans as you kept nailing the spot in him that made him sing.

You push your entire weight onto, trying to reach deeper and deeper. Confidence is now yours when Will clenches around you. The heat is suffocating, sweat pools down your back.

One of his hands leaves your hips, guiding yours onto his weaping cock. Your fingers tightens around it, jerking it in rythm with your thrusts. White drips for his tip on his stomach. He's as close as you.

Your thrusts finally lose pace and your thrusts become shallow once again as you feel like the end is near. Will pulls you in a kiss, swallowing your little sounds, cumming together. White paints your bodies.

You pant as you collapse on top of Will. Your eyes fall heavy as you focus on catching your breath.

"Will you stay with me forever, doll?" You plead once the room had fell silent.

"Till time separates us."

You pull Will close, your head against his neck. In that moment he felt real, almost human. Like his heart beat just as yours. Like flesh and bone.

[lurochar]

Before It All

Alastor’s affiliation with deer goes back much further than his death.

Part 2 + Part 3

Human Alastor Headcanons

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No.

No way.

Were your eyes deceiving you?

“You summoned me?” You exclaimed with disbelief, staring at the adolescent boy with incredulity and he seemed just as surprised as you were. “You are just a–”

He interrupted you swiftly with a bitter voice. “If you call me a boy or a child, I’ll…” He clenched his hands, kicking at the dirt in a very childish manner before looking at you again. “I didn’t think it would work. I mean,” his voice lowered and he let out a scornful laugh, “demons? They aren’t real.” 

Your brow rose and you tilted your head. “You drew a summoning circle and somehow have access to the secrets of a ritual to summon a demon and you don’t think we are real?” You crossed your arms. “I know I probably am one of the least frightening demons you could have summoned, but still. What exactly were you trying to do here?”

The boy opened his mouth, but did not seem to have an answer. Instead, he took in your unique features and blinked when he seemed to realize just exactly what he was looking at. “Are…” He almost hesitated to ask when you sighed, clearly guessing what he was about to say. “Are those ears…?”

“Yes, these are deer ears, okay?! I’m a deer demon! I know, I know! Not very scary, is it!” You were flustered and the boy watched in fascination as your ears twitched and flattened against your head. “I’m still a demon though. And you’re just a human. Don’t make me remind you who is stronger here.”

“Can I touch your ears?” The boy asked, not even hearing what you had just said as you spluttered, almost backing up as the boy fearlessly moved closer towards you.

What the hell was wrong with him? Did he have a screw loose in his head?

‘This is happening. This is actually happening.’ You thought, standing stiffly as the boy stood in front of you, staring at you expectantly. He seemed rather tall for his age, there wasn’t too much of a height difference, that could not be an excuse to turn him down.

Well, if you really were going to let this human touch you…

“What’s your name?” You sighed, willing your ears back to their usual position and his eyes followed their path with clear interest. “Why did you summon a demon to begin with? How old are you to even be doing such things?”

“Alastor Hartfelt.” The boy, Alastor, shrugged. “I’m fifteen. Why I summoned you?” His eyes darkened so abruptly that you were taken back by the sheer hatred you could see within them. “I want you… to kill my father.”

Ah.

You should have known.

It was a typical request.

You reached out your hand, looking at Alastor for permission to touch him and though he hesitated for a moment, he nodded. You felt him unconsciously flinch when you grabbed his arm as gently as you could and slowly brought it up towards your head. “Please, just don’t pull or tug them too hard.” You placed his hand on your ears and they twitched at the touch of another other than yourself.

“They’re real.” Alastor blinked, as if surprised by that fact as he stroked your soft ears, causing you to sigh. It took a lot out of you not to bleat when Alastor kept on stroking your ears for quite some time before he had his fill and finally stepped back. “You’re actually a deer.”

“A deer demon. Yes, thank you for pointing that out for me.” You shook your head. “Are you aware of the consequences of this? If I kill your father, your soul is mine. It will be mine to do with whatever I please once you die and descend to Hell. Is that what you truly want?”

“I don't care, as long as that man dies. Just kill him! He hurts my Mama, he hurts me! He's a drunk waste of life!” Alastor trembled with rage at first, but then began to claw at his face when he felt his eyes sting with unwanted tears.

He absolutely froze when he felt your arms wrap around him in a warm embrace.

“Damn. I'm an awful representative of demons everywhere for even thinking this, but I don't want to condemn you to Hell. Just this once, I'll give you a pass. I'll make it look like your father died in some accident and you keep your soul, okay?” You pulled back to see Alastor’s wide eyes.

“Why?”

It was a simple ask.

Why indeed.

You weren't quite sure yourself. 

“Go home now. Take care of your mother. And most importantly, make it like you never met me. Forget about me.” You began to shoo him off, no longer paying him any attention as you began to plot the death of a human, made to look like an accident.

You didn't notice Alastor’s manic eyes staring at you until he could no longer see you through the foliage of the forest.

His fascination with deer festered.

~00~

“Oh my!”

Rosie placed her teacup down on its saucer, enthralled with the story. It wasn't often Alastor talked about his human life and even less so about his adolescence.

She was almost reluctant to ask, but she had to know!

“Have you found your sweet Doe here in Hell yet?” Rosie eyed Alastor’s expression closely, though, as expected, it did not change from its usual unreadable smile in the least.

“Hmm,” Alastor set down his empty coffee mug, “who can say?” His grin widened when Rosie pouted and he stood from his chair. “That's information I will not share even with you, dear Rosie.”

“I suppose that's fair.” Rosie also stood. “I'm grateful you trusted me enough with that precious story of yours! It must be dear to your heart.”

“What little there is left of it.” Alastor’s smile darkened for a second before bidding farewell to Rosie.

He had a rare day off from his hotelier duties tomorrow and he wasn't going to waste a second of it.

And while he wasn't one to believe in redemption–

–an entire day with his Doe sounded heavenly to him.