#like. absolutely no joke. if he doesn’t win it I’ll be as shocked as I was when they faked out Moonlight for La La Land

[emblazons]

Just saw “The Whale” and honestly being stabbed directly in the chest would have hurt less

[berylcups]

Hi hi, if you're comfortable with it, how would La Squadra react to reader (who they've been with long enough as to not kill them on the spot) playfully spanking them as they walk by? Pls and ty <3

Hello! This request sounds like a lot of fun 🤩 Your wish is my command 😌

How La Squadra reacts to getting a spank on the butt

CW: flirtatious behavior, suggestive content

Notes: I hope this doesn’t feel too rushed. 😅 I did this more as an act of flirtation and La Squadra already being somewhat on amicable terms. I hope this fulfills your expectations nonetheless! Enjoy! 💜 Beryl

Risotto

Ass rating: 7/10 very thicc but super muscular so no jiggle physics

“…Ahem.” He stopped in his steps. He couldn’t face you because his face was so flushed. “Y/N is there any reason why you assaulted my ass like that?”

“No reason.” You shrugged your shoulders and giggled. “Just felt like it.”

“You and Melone are lucky we don’t have an HR.”he dryly joked.

He’s shocked by your boldness. But he can’t say he isn’t intrigued! Give him a little more time to warm up 😌

Formaggio

Ass rating: 7.5/10 nice and soft. Bubbly even, very smackable but it’s on the smaller side.

“Hey now~ If you’re gonna do that, at least take me out to dinner first.” He chucked rubbing his ass. “I know a good sports bar we could go to…” he flirted back.

Uh oh, you caught his attention. Hope cool with a guy who works through his relationships fast! He might propose to you 3 months from now!

Illuso

Ass rating: 8.5/10 very thicc ass fit for a complete asshole 🙄 very bubbly but hides it behind those ugly ass clothes made from my Nanny’s duvet.

He could see your hand coming a mile away through a reflection in the mirror.

“Nice try Y/N.” He grabs both of your wrists with one hand and pins you to the wall.

“Think you can sneak up on me? I got eyes everywhere.” His free hand strokes your face.

“You want a piece of my ass then you gotta work for it.” He let you go and smacked your ass hard and squeezed a cheek.

“Hah that is fun!” He snickered. “ you better watch your back Y/N! I’m gonna be sneaking up on your ass now!”

Oh no! This big bully is gonna bully your ass now! Literally! But was it just me or did I sense some sexual tension back there? 😳 good luck!

Pesci

Ass rating: 9/10 this guy has a dumpy. Thicc- xtra THICC. Nice and soft. Perfect for spanking.

“Eeek~!” He lets out a loud high pitched screech.

“Y-Y/N?! W-wha w-what was that for???” He stuttered.

“Sorry I can’t help myself Pesci. You are just too cute!” You giggled.

“I’m cute?!” His entire face became flushed. He never had someone hit on him like that…literally or figuratively!

“Absolutely! I’m sorry for scaring you there.” You apologized. “ if you want…you can spank me back~” you giggled.

“Oh-oh my! I could never lay a hand on you Y/N! “ he stuttered out. “ besides-big bro told me I’m supposed to treat my superiors with respect !”

“Well okay…but remember the offer is always on the table. See you around big boy ~.” You winked

“Was Y/N flirting with me?! Is this real life? My heart won’t stop pounding! I need to man up and flirt back next time!”

Aww you raised his self esteem! He could use his own personal cheerleader! 😘 keep showing him your support and you might win him over!

Prosciutto

Ass rating: 5/10 small muscle butt, it’s pretty but not very smackable 😩 like smacking a brick wall

“That’s not the way a mafioso should behave…Y/N.” He has a good grip on your wrist as he takes a deep drag of his cigarette with his free hand.

He exhales the smoke in your face and smirks.

“You look like you could use some more training. I’ll tell Risotto that you need some private mentoring to help with that bad behavior of yours.” He purred.

Uh…good luck ! You’re about to receive some very intense mentoring or some aggressive brat taming 👀

Melone

Ass rating: 3/10 poor baby got no butt 🥲 you can hang a photo on his ass. But at least it looks pretty ☺️

“Hnnnng…spank me harder~” he purred while sticking his butt out towards you.

“I’ll be honest… I never expected you to make the first move but I can’t say it’s unwelcome” he confessed. “Now… it’s my turn~! Let me spank you next!” He says with a crazed look in his eyes and his hands making a grabbing motion.

It’s up for you to decide if you want to him to spank you or not. 😅 you better start running then! Remember you can’t outperv the pervert!

Ghiaccio

Ass rating:10/10 he has the holy trinity of a perfect booty bubbly, thicc, and muscular. 💯 absolute perfection 👌 his nerdy clothes conceal the butt but—thank lort for White Album. That stand doesn’t hide ANYTHING 😳

“Woah woah woah hey! Hey! What the hell was that?!” He rubbed his stinging cheeks. “Did you seriously just smack my ass?!” His face was redder than a tomato.

“Yes, yes I did.” You said proudly.

“Y-You can’t just do that!” He stuttered out of embarrassment.

“But I just did.”

“How would you like it if I did it to you huh?! Gasp-“. He realized the gravity of what he just said. “That’s not what I meant-“

“Ok, come here and do it~.” You giggled. “ Do you want me to bend over or..?” You egged him on.

“Wha—?! That- that would be—no! No! I’m not falling for it!” He stuttered with blood leaking out of his nose and freezing on his cheek. “You just want me to get in trouble!”

He stormed off as a blushing nose bleeding mess.

“Y/N is flirting with me??? Oh god what do I do? I just fucked up by yelling at them. Maybe smack their ass next time???” He nervously thought. “I hope I have the balls to do that!”

Oh boy you really let him have it! His poor brain blue-screened from that moment 😂 you might’ve been a little too intense for this intense man. Maybe be a bit less bold next time. Don’t worry you got this! 💙

[hockey-fics]

A Perfect Celebration - Brock Boeser

Word Count: ~3,600

Warnings: drinking, smut (that's the majority of it)

(This was requested after the game on October 11th, it should not have taken me this long to write, I'm very sorry.)

You couldn’t believe what you were watching. Not that you didn’t believe in Brock’s skills. But when you watched the fourth goal go into the net you couldn’t help but feel overjoyed for him. Brock. You had been friends for years and you had seen him go through so many struggles relating to his career. Painful days, helping him deal with the aftermath of surgery, of injuries. But moments like these, you knew the excitement he would be feeling, the happiness, relief, that it would make all those other days worth it. 

When the game ends you can’t wipe the giddy smile off your face. An 8-1 win in their first game, with four of those goals coming from Brock.

‘wanna come for a couple drinks to celebrate?’

You can tell from the lack of details he was rushing to get the text message to you. You weren’t shocked though, you were sure there was a lot going on for him. ‘Absolutely’ 

‘Bayside?’

‘Sounds good’

‘I’ll be out of here as soon as I can’ 

‘Take your time’ 

Slowly you make your way out of the arena, heading to your car where it was parked so far away you feel like you should have just walked to the arena. Knowing that you’d have some time before Brock made it to Bayside you head home, leaving your car there in favour of getting an Uber to the bar. 

Shortly after arriving at the bar Brock is at your side. His hair is still damp from his shower, his lips pulled into an intoxicating smile. You’re sure he’d heard a million congratulatory comments already at that point but it doesn’t stop you from throwing your arms around him. “Starting off hot, hey?” 

Brock chuckles, a comforting sound that fills you with happiness. He pulls you in closer, his arms tight around you. “I’m glad you were there tonight,” he mumbles. 

“Me too,” you whisper. Breathing in you’re hit with the familiar scent that always lingered on Brock, his soap, shampoo, cologne, you didn’t know what it was but you loved it. You loved him. But that was something that you could barely even admit to yourself. “I’m proud of you.”

Brock pulls back, his hands falling to your arms, not letting go of the contact between the two of you. “Thank you,” Brock breathes out, his eyes lingering on you. 

“Are you guys coming?” Quinn nearly yells, suddenly appearing at your side. Flinching you pull back from Brock, realizing you weren’t actually having a private moment with him. 

Following the group of people who had come out for a few drinks to celebrate the win you slide into the booth beside Brock. The table is small and you have to press yourself into Brock in order to not be teetering on the edge of the booth. 

“Do you have enough room?” Brock asks you, lifting his arm up to rest on the back of the booth behind you. 

Wiggling in a little closer you give him a reassuring nod. “Yeah, I’m good…unless you don’t want me this close,” you joke. 

“You can get as close as you want,” Brock tells you, his voice suddenly lower, his eyes locked on yours. You didn’t want to read into it, didn’t want your stomach to fill with butterflies. But you couldn’t help it. You couldn’t stop the heat rising to your cheeks as you stare up at Brock. 

Clearing your throat you quickly turn your head to look at the drink menu in front of you before Brock could notice the reddening of your cheeks. “Do you know what you’re going to drink?” you ask, pushing the drink menu between the two of you so you could both look at it. 

“Probably just a beer,” Brock chuckles, eyes scanning over the list of craft cocktails. 

Giggling you turn your head to look back up at him. “You’re so predictable.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

“Not necessarily,” you whisper with a shrug. You didn’t want to tell him that you wouldn’t mind him being a little less predictable. A little less predictable if it meant moving your relationship away from always being just friends. 

“You’re going to get the cucumber jalapeño margarita,” Brock states with a playful smile. 

“How did you know that?” you ask, eyes widening. 

“Because you’re predictable,” Brock teases, his hand falling to your shoulder, squeezing it gently. 

Rolling your eyes you push the drink menu back towards the centre of the table. After putting in your drink orders the conversation picks up, loud and rambunctious. Laughter filled the air frequently, a joyous energy around the table. After your third, or maybe fourth, margarita you could feel yourself gravitating closer and closer to Brock, even though you didn’t think it was even possible to do so. Before long you have one of your hands sitting on the top of his thigh, his arm that was once sitting on the back of the booth now wrapped around your shoulders. 

“I’m going to the washroom,” you tell Brock after finishing off your last drink, sliding out of the booth. 

“I have to go to too,” Brock mumbles, standing up after you. The two of you make your way to the bathrooms at the back of the bar. After using the washroom you touch up your hair and makeup the best you possibly could in the mirror of the dim bathroom. 

Stepping out of the bathroom your eyes fall on Brock, leaning against the hallway wall across from you. “You didn’t have to wait for me,” you tell him. 

“I wanted to.” Brock shrugs, reaching out and grabbing your hand, pulling you to stand in front of him. You’re shocked by the sudden contact but you don’t pull back, don’t want it to stop. “I’m glad you came tonight.”

“Me too,” you tell him with a smile. “You’re being kinda sappy,” you tease, shuffling a little closer. Maybe it was the jalapeño margaritas pushing you closer to him but you weren’t going to deny the confidence the tequila was giving you felt good. Because you had feelings for Brock, very strong feelings. You just never had the courage to act on them before. 

Brock pulls his hand away from yours, reaching over and setting his hands on your hips, pulling you closer. “What are you up to?” you whisper, fingers moving up to rest on the front of his chest. 

He doesn’t answer you, at least not verbally. Slowly he leans in, till his lips are nearly touching yours. 

“Brock,” you breathe out, your eyes settling on his lips, so close to yours. 

“Sorry, I didn’t-,” Brock mumbles, slowly pulling back. 

Before he can get far your fingers curl into the fabric of his t-shirt, pulling him back to you. As you do you lean up to press your lips to his. There’s a palpable hesitation but it lasts only a few seconds. Till his hands are fumbling on your body, desperately pulling you closer. Till you’re sliding your arms over his shoulders, tangling your fingers in his hair. Till his tongue brushes against yours and you have to hold back a moan as your body tingles with desire. 

You pull back only when you sense movement in your peripheral. Quickly stepping back from Brock your cheeks redden as a woman sheepishly hurries by, slipping into the bathroom. Once the bathroom door falls shut you turn your attention back to Brock. “That’s embarrassing,” you mumble. 

“Kissing me?” Brock teases. 

Rolling your eyes you place your hands on his chest again, leaning up to press a gentle kiss to his lips. “No,” you whisper. “But I’d like it if we had been in a more private location for it.”

“We could be,” Brock offers, his hands coming to rest on your waist. 

As the insinuation behind the suggestion hits you inhale a sharp breath, your lips parting slightly. You can feel your heart racing, your eyes bouncing from his eyes to his lips. “Yeah,” you whisper. “We could be.”

Brock places his fingers under your chin, tipping your head back to lean down and kiss you. It’s gentle and slow, lasting only long enough to leave you longing for more. “Should we?” Brock asks. 

“Yes,” you reply quickly, nodding. “Now or do you want to hang out and celebrate longer?”

“Now,” Brock tells you eagerly, making you giggle. 

You follow him back to the table where he tells everyone he’s heading home, making up some excuse about feeling pretty tired. Of course everyone just assumed you would leave with him. You only ever spent time with this group if you were with Brock, so your departure at the same time didn’t raise any eyebrows. After he pays the bill, despite your insistence that you wanted to pay for his celebratory drinks, you head back to his apartment. 

You’re barely through the door when Brock has his hands on you again. After kicking off your shoes you spin around in his grasp, fingers sliding up his chest. Leaning up you brush your lips over Brock’s the tension in the room building to an almost unbearable level. A second later Brock is pressing his lips to yours. The kiss is filled with passion and lust, desperate and longing. Your fingers curl into the fabric of Brock’s t-shirt as he pushes you back into the wall. Your back smacks into the wall, harder than you were expecting. 

“Sorry,” Brock mutters against your lips, his hands sliding down to your hips. 

“Don’t be,” you whisper, your arms sliding up over his shoulders. “Kinda how I like it.”

Brock’s breath leaves his lips with a shaky groan. His hands grasp at your hips, pulling you into him. “Are you sure about this?” Brock mumbles. 

You hesitate for a second, your brain scrambling for the right answer. Of course you wanted it, you wanted him, more than anything else right now. But you could also see how easily this could come back to bite you. If this was all this was, a casual hookup, you were certain that was going to hurt you in the long run. Regardless you couldn’t bring yourself to stop, giving him an affirmative nod. 

“I want you,” you whisper, leaning back up to kiss him again. His hands move from your hips to your waist, warm hands pushing underneath the bottom of your shirt. His fingers brush along the bare skin of your sides, warm and comforting. Pulling his hands back a minute later he breaks away from the kiss, fingers grasping at the bottom of your shirt to tug it off of you. The air in the apartment is cool, your skin erupting in goosebumps. 

“Guess I need to warm you up a bit,” Brock mumbles, voice low. 

His hands find your waist again, pushing you from the entryway of the apartment and into the living room. He sits down on the couch first, hands sliding behind your thighs to guide you down on top of him. Your knees settle into the couch on either side of him, your hands resting on his shoulders. Pressing your hips forward with a playful smirk you can feel Brock tense beneath you, his breath shuddering. Your kiss is quicker now, hands grasping at him as you rock your hips into him. His body is warm, heat radiating into you. 

His hands make their way around your back, fingers making quick work of the hooks of your bra. You pull back from the kiss only to let him slide the bra down your arms. His eye darken with lust when they drift to your exposed chest. “Holy fuck,” he groans, his hands sliding up your sides and around your body, large roaming over your chest. 

Giggling you lean a little closer, till your lips are hovering over his. “I could say the same,” you whisper before kissing him again. His tongue brushes against yours, a quiet whimper of desire slipping past your lips. Pulling back you grasp at his shirt, yanking it over his head and tossing it to the side. Your fingers run down his now bares shoulders, taking the opportunity to touch him in ways you had only every imagined. 

Your breathing is shaky as you push yourself off the couch, sinking down onto your knees in front of Brock. Your hands land on his belt, slowly unbuckling it, your eyes locked on his. 

Brock groans quietly, his hip shifting forward and you can’t help the teasing smile that spreads on your lips. When you get the belt unbuckled you move your hands to the button of his jeans, only slowing down further as you watch his growing impatience. 

By the time you get his jeans unbuttoned and unzipped Brock’s breathing is shaky and he quickly lifts his hips sliding his jeans off. Leaning forward you run your fingers up his torso, a teasing smile on your lips as you stare up at him. 

“Baby,” he groans, his fingers running through your hair. Hearing him call you baby fills your brain with hazy pleasure. Baby. It didn’t mean much, not in a moment like this, but you couldn’t stop yourself from letting the word play over and over again in your mind. 

“Yes?” you whisper, staring up at him as you slide your body back down to kneel completely in front of him. 

Brock’s lips curl into an amused smirk, chuckling lowly. “I never would have imagined this outta you.”

Curling your fingers under the elastic of his underwear you slowly begin to inch them lower. “Do you imagine what I’m like in bed often?”

Brock lifts his hips, quickly sliding his underwear off. While leaning forward he places his hands under your chin, his lips on yours. His tongue rolls against yours and you push yourself closer to him, hands grasping at his arms. “How could I not?” Brock mutters before sitting up straighter, watching you closely. 

Your body is hot with desire, desperate for more. Reaching up you wrap your hand around his cock, moving your hand so slow you’re sure Brock would say something. But he doesn’t. He watches you intently, breathing raged. You’re tempted to tease him longer but the heat in your core is increasing and you don’t want to be patient any longer. Leaning over you slowly bring him into your mouth, revelling in the groan it draws from his lips. 

Before long you’re moving your head with a steady rhythm, keeping your hand around the base of his cock, thick saliva building in your mouth. You’re not able to continue for much longer before Brock is telling you to stop. 

When you pull back Brock reaches down, his thumb brushing over your your bottom lip, wiping away some of the saliva from your lip. He stands up a second later, taking your hands and helping you to your feet. “Let’s go to my room,” Brock suggests.

Your mind is hazy, nodding eagerly before following Brock to his room. His hands find the button of your jeans, leaning down to kiss you as he unbuttons them. He pulls back to slide them down your legs, his hands slowly trailing back up your thighs. “Lay down,” Brock tells your. 

Your breath hitches in your throat and you turn to walk to the edge of the bed, laying down on your back. Brock follows you, his hands on your legs, pulling you to the edge of the bed as he sinks down between them. You watch him press his lips to your inner thigh, gently, teasingly. His eyes are locked on you as you prop yourself up on your elbows to watch him. When you feel his tongue run along you your body jolts, heading tipping back. His tongue explores your body, led by your moans and whimpers. “Oh, fuck,” you breathe out as his tongue flicks against your clit. “Like that, please.”

Brock doesn’t stop, your head spinning with pleasure. Your fingers curl into the duvet on the bed, breathing heavy. “Fuck, Brock, please, I-,” you stammer. “I’m close,” you tell him, desperate for him not to stop. A moment later you feel your muscles tensing, hot pleasure rippling through your body as you cry out in pleasure. 

He moves up onto the bed, hovering over you as he presses his lips to yours. You can taste yourself on his tongue, a strangled moan leaving your lips. “I want you inside me,” you whisper when you pull back, desperately trying to catch your breath. 

You watch Brock get off the bed, propping yourself up to watch him pull open the drawer in the nightstand. He takes out a condom, putting it on with record speed. He’s back on the bed just a moment later, his body warm as he hovers over you. “Are you sure?” Brock asks.

“Yes,” you reply with an obvious eagerness in your voice. “Please,” you add with a quiet whimper. 

Brock moves himself closer, reaching down to guide himself into you. His movements are slow, gentle. Bringing his hand from between your bodies he runs it along your thigh, pulling you closer as he thrusts deeper inside you. 

“Oh my god,” you breathe out, head spinning. Your fingers dig into Brock’s back, pulling him down closer to you. Between heavy breaths you exchange messy kisses, punctuated by moans and whimpers.

You can feel your body flushing, your skin red hot under Brock’s touch. His hands slide up your thighs as he straightens his body out. Your hands move up to his torso, fingers roaming up towards his chest, his skin sticky with sweat. 

Brock reaches down quickly, fingers circling around your wrists as he presses them down into the bed above your head. Your breath catches in your throat followed quickly by a string of moans. 

“You like that?” Brock ask, his hips quickening, each thrust seeming a little harder than the last. 

“Yes,” you choke out, nodding eagerly. “You feel so fucking good inside me,” you whisper, eyes locked on Brock. 

Brock groans loudly, letting go of your wrists to lean down to brush his lips against yours. “I’m close,” Brock tells you. His lips are pressing harder to yours, tongues brushing together, sloppy and wet. You bite back a whimper when Brock pulls away, his own quiet moans filling the room a second later. 

His movements slow, pulling himself out of you just a minute later. You watch him leave the room, disappearing into the en-suite bathroom. 

You try to steady your breathing and heart rate while attempting to slow your racing mind. Laying on your back you stare at the shadows creeping up onto the ceiling on the other side of the room. 

“Guess I really gotta keep playing like that now,” Brock says, breaking the silence as he lays back on the bed beside you.

Turning your head to look at him you giggle quietly, your eyes meeting his. You feel his hand grasp at yours, fingers slipping lacing between yours and you squeeze is gently. “Hope it was enough of a congratulations for you.”

Brock chuckles, giving you a nod. “More than enough.”

The silence returns for a moment as you toy with his fingers absentmindedly. “Brock,” you whisper, hesitantly interrupting the silence again. 

“Mhmm?” Brock hums, watching you carefully. 

“What, um, what does this…mean?” you whisper, voice shaky. “I mean-,” you breathe out, sitting up and pulling the duvet which was bunched halfway down the bed up to cover your bare chest. “Was this just…like, a meaningless, casual hook-up?”

Brock’s fingers brush along your spine, making you jump at the sudden contact. “No,” Brock says, quiet but definitive. “Is that, uh, what you want or-?”

“No,” you interrupt, angling your body to look back at Brock, watching him carefully. “But, um, what does that mean then?”

Brock slides his hand across your back to grasp at your hip, pulling you back down next to him. Rolling over you prop yourself up on your elbow, your free hand resting on his chest. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.”

“To have me in your bed naked?” you joke, a playful smile on your lips. 

Brock chuckles, running his hand up your forearm. “Well, yeah, but I mean…like…us, together, in bed like…this.”

“So exactly what I just said?” 

“No,” Brock groans, shaking his head. “I’ve just, you know-.”

“Use your words,” you tease. 

“I love you,” Brock blurts. 

His words catch you by surprise and you pull back slightly, eyes narrowing. Did he really mean that? Obviously it wasn’t just love in a friendly way…not after what just happened. But it was so sudden. Or maybe it wasn’t. Maybe you just hadn’t picked up on anything that would lead up to this. 

“Okay, I used my words,” Brock says, voice filled with apprehension. “Maybe, uh, you could also say something?”

“Are you, um, are you…serious about that?”

“Yeah,” Brock breathes out, sitting up to lean against the headboard. “But, um, if you don’t…if you’re not, you know, in the same boat or whatever, we could just forget I said anything, I don’t want-.”

Quickly fumbling closer you slide your arms around him, bodies pressing together. “I don’t want to forget about it, Brock,” you whisper, pulling back to look into his eyes. “I feel the same way.”

Brock swallows heavily, his eyes bouncing from your lips back to your eyes. He looks like he’s trying to think of a response, something, anything to say. The room is quiet, your bodies so close you could feel his chest rising with each breath, hearing his quiet exhales. Brock lets the words escape him, opting to pull you closer, pressing his lips to yours again. It’s different this time, it’s slow, it’s passionate, it’s full of years of feelings and longing. It’s perfect. 

[rainbowspinch]

Alright Spinchers get ready cause I’m about to dump all my SB AU stuff/SB headcanons because I’ve got The Rot in my brain.

I’ll probably edit this later because there’s definitely stuff I’m forgetting. Anyway

Ok let’s seperate this into sections.

GLAMROCK FREDDY:

-“Superstar!”

-He really, really tries to be a stickler for the rules but it honestly doesn’t work. He tries so hard. But if he needs this door down and it won’t unlock, he’s going to call Monty to bash it in

-‘no swearing’ rule but there is absolutely exceptions

-Regularly uses “by the power invested in me” before sentencing the others to punishment (“by the power invested in me I sentence you to 15 minutes in your least favourite corner”)

-So much more patient and trusting than he reasonably should be

-Can, will, and does pick up the others simply because he’s able to

-Whenever Freddy is waiting for someone/something with Roxy, he looks extra hard to try see it before Roxy does to ‘beat her super eyes’. He wants to see it first and never does. Sometimes she pretends not to see to make him feel better

-Whenever they go on stage, Freddy and Monty Bro Hug It Out so no one knows they’re gay.

-⬆️Everyone knows.

-Goes out of his way to try and make the day better when it seems to be going south. He especially does this with Monty because he’s just about always having a bad day

-Was a little distant from the others, especially Monty, after Bonnie was put away for good. He focused way more on his definitely very important duties as the face of the Pizzaplex than interacting with them. This backfired on him completely because it just made everyone talk to him More.

-Has the weakest battery of everyone and needs to charge more frequently. He’s usually pretty good at making sure he doesn’t collapse in front of customers

-He knows they’re programmed to be good with kids and all but he still finds himself feeling all soft and mushy watching his friends get along with the young ones

GLAMROCK BONNIE:

-“Rockstar”

-Was always kind of grouchy in the mornings, but was fine after they had their first show

-Can drink 7 milkshakes in one sitting and postpone the regret for later

-he’s got a super sense for bowling. He Knows when someone is bowling like shit and they will be dealt with

-Had assigned bowling balls for each of his friends

-When Bonnie was randomly found mangled and broken, the staff had no idea what to do and kind of just- hid him away so they wouldn’t have to deal with it. The last person to talk to him was Roxy, who laid next to him while the Staff Bots tried to assess the situation.

-The Pizzaplex’ s Band originally started off with just Freddy and Bonnie, to imitate Fredbear and Springbonnie

-Shockingly, the one most adjusted to Bonnie’s sarcasm and occasional bad attitude is Chica, not Freddy. She became accustomed to his behaviour pretty quickly, and swiftly learned to level him out

-He goes and lays on Roxy’s carpet when he’s unhappy and she’s pretty much just gotten used to it at this point. She’s got no idea why he chose her room specifically but she’s adjusted.

GLAMROCK CHICA:

-Regularly hangs around the food court, shock horror

-Chica is super flexible. It makes the stretches and fitness aspects of Mazercise easier on her joints- however it does also mean she could fold herself into a ball if she really wanted to.

-If Chica is winning on the raceway, she’ll purposely slow down to let Roxy win

-While she comes across as very sweet and friendly, she’s definitely an enabler of chaos. She can and will encourage Roxy and Monty’s bickering.

-That being said, she does know where to draw a line. She knows how to tell when her friends are getting genuinely irritated, and she knows when things will actually be taken to heart instead of as a joke. She’s a good mediator, and a good calming agent

-Likes to bring snacks to the daycare for the little ones. After a gentle scolding here and there from Moon, though, she’s learned to bring snacks early on, and not too close to nap time, lest the sugar keep the kids up.

-Absolutely decimates in the arcade. She and Monty love to compete

-Adjusted to Monty taking Bonnie’s place the easiest. She loves Bonnie and treasures him dearly, but she wasn’t about to let her grief make Monty feel unwelcome. The two remain very close to this day

-She loves her friends but she’s not huge on sharing food. She thanks god every day that Roxy knows this and orders them seperate pizzas whenever they get them

-Absolutely the type to learn Tiktok dances and trends, and if she had a phone, would absolutely partake. It’s not uncommon to find TikTok’s filmed in the Pizzaplex that she jumps to participate in

-Hums a lot. Was pretty unhappy that they forbade her from singing, and started humming a lot to make up for it

GLAMROCK FOXY:

-“Laddie/Lassie”

-They aren’t supposed to store things in their chest compartments unless instructed to (like cakes, piñatas, etc), but Foxy tends to stash toys and merchandise in there and try get away with it. He usually gets caught

-Roxy was initially introduced as a prototype. She was small and child sized, and given to Foxy to train her up. It was supposed to be to test his aggression levels due to some recent bugs with Bonnie, but he got extra attached and kept her as his own.

-Following the previous, when Roxy was taken away from him, he was told she would be dismantled. Foxy was later taken from the stage and the band for maiming a staff member.

-Foxy is stashed behind some cutouts and other bits and pieces in Kids Cove. He won’t come out for fear of being decommissioned permanently. The others bring pizza and activities to do with him, so he can still be included.

-Uses the excuse of having ‘unspecified ailments’ when he doesn’t feel like performing. Depending on which technician is checking in with him in the morning, it sometimes works.

-Got a couple of broken parts that are lovingly held together by duct tape

ROXANNE WOLF:

-“Speedracer”/“Racer”

-Roxy gets along really well with the staff bots and caution bots. She’s like a celebrity to them, and she thinks they’re just funky little guys. She appreciates that they always make sure they’re clean before touching her (which they continue to do because she likes it)

-Whenever she walks by a caution bot, they always reach out to try touch her tail. This is especially endearing when she walks by a group and they all reach out

-Roxy brushes her tail exactly 200 times every morning. If she loses count she has to start again

-She and Chica go on lots of food court dates, going to get pizza and ice cream and such.

-Roxy spends a lot of time hanging around Mazercise waiting for Chica. She’s not shy about her favouritism

-Prefers older kids over the younger ones because younger kids can be a little messy, and she’s not one for mess. However, Cassie is her exception in all cases.

-She knows full well that by advertising and programming she’s supposed to be a winner, to be the epitome of sass and style. It’s exhausting to try be that perfect all the time, and she only feels worse that it makes her exhausted

-She deeply values her beauty and struggles to see her value beyond that. She needs to be good at everything, being average isn’t good enough.

-Used to struggle with giving compliments and often still does, but Chica has extraordinarily helped with this issue. Roxy loves her too much to not compliment her

-She’s actually quite the history nerd! She takes a lot of interest in older locations and older models, and will jump to get any information she can from whoever will give it to her

MONTGOMERY GATOR:

-“Champ”

-Monty is exactly as he’s described in the books. Dramatic and loud, but otherwise harmless

-Monty has a couple fried circuits; is prone to headaches, mood instability and light sensitivity as a result, hence his irritability and short temper

-He frequently visits the daycare, both as a helping hand and just to hang out. Sun and Moon insisted he has to dress as a clown if he wants to help out; they were joking but he took that 100% seriously and dresses the part if he intends to help care for the little ones.

-Roxy is like an older sister. When he was newly introduced, they quickly made the ‘new kid’ connection and she took him under her wing pretty swiftly.

-tail wags, hissing and swimming

-likes to ‘trade noises’. He’ll make a sound, normally a hiss, and usually whoever he’s with will return a sound (Chica with bawking, Roxy with a small howl, and Freddy tends to boop his nose to make the squeak sound. Bonnie is still pretty new to this and hasn’t exactly figured out a sound to make yet.)

-Tends to skip shows when he decides it’s too much, and goes off to hide.

-Following the previous, he used to hang around up on the catwalks in Gator Golf. However after being knocked off by the Hurricane hole-in-one, he’s since refused to even touch the steps up.

-Monty can easily be allured with the jingles of keys

-Used to address Freddy as ‘Captain’, but suffered through every stage of grief the day Freddy called him ‘Comrade’ in response. He hasn’t done it since

-Keeps track of regulars on his golf course and often gets along with them

-Spontaneously breakdances in the West Arcade

SUN & MOON (AND ECLIPSE):

-Sun was SO shit at being a daycare attendant after being moved from the Theatre. He was very used to seeing kids from a distance most of the time, and didn’t know how to handle taking care of them for long periods of time.

-Moon tends to jingle miserably across the floor whenever he’s up while the lights are on. Having been set up as a sleepy time animatronic, he has become quite nocturnal. Does that stop him from being up and about while the lights are on? No. Will he be tired and complain about it the whole time? Of course!

-Moon laughs at kids when they fall and Sun has to tell him off

-Moon throws ball pit balls at Staff Bots and gets told off for that too

-Before the events of SB, Sun and Moon were really close, damn near inseparable

-Sun and Moon used to share a body (which they resented a little bit). They took a nasty fall and the people who did the repairs went “you know what? Might as well” and separated them into two seperate bodies instead. The old body was left in parts and service, and later became Eclipse.

-At the start, Eclipse was a blend of Sun and Moon. They inherited both negative and positive traits from both ends, which created a balance of function and flaw. However this withered away a bit, and by Ruin, Eclipse was only taking on the positive traits. They lost Sun’s anxiousness and uptight personality, but maintained his patience and gentleness. They lost Moon’s pessimism and self preservation, but kept his playfulness and consideration. This has made Eclipse 100% In Denial Of All Bad Things, which does more bad than good.

-Moon doubles as a security animatronic. It’s his job to make sure everyone else is in their assigned station at night, which is why he can confidently leave the daycare, but Sun does not. He doesn’t care much for this job however and usually doesn’t do it.

-Sun tends to find a lot of the human staff incompetent. Between Moon’s bugs and twitches, the power issues in the daycare, the generators in the play equipment, and things regularly breaking down, he’s come to be impatient and exhausted with the maintenance crew. He quickly becomes exasperated when Moon starts to twitch out, because it means the past people to fix him did a shit job of it. Again.

-Sometimes ghosts of the past come to visit. Not to cause trouble, but just to check out how Freddy’s is doing. Charlie, being 3, is often snatched up by security and put in the daycare. Sun cannot figure out for the life of him how she keeps escaping so quickly whenever she’s brought in.

-Sun hates it when things are untidy. It’s just annoying to have stuff all over the place, and he prefers to keep it clean. Things being too much of a wreck can make him feel overwhelmed

-Sun occasionally calls Moon ‘Starlight’, and Moon regularly calls Sun ‘Sunny’ or ‘Sunshine’

-Sun manifests genders at Moon and he’s only very vaguely aware of it

-They both have a bit of merchandise, usually from staff bots handing it out near the daycare and Sun going ‘OOO we should have this!’ Sun has a Roxy graphic tee and Moon has one for Monty. It doesn’t fit the clown aesthetic but they wear them occasionally nonetheless

DJMM AND MAPBOT:

-Map Bot has the entirety of One Direction’s ‘You Don’t Know You’re Beautiful’ memorised

-DJ’s station is decorated with lots of maps, because Map Bot offers him a map every time he visits, and he accepts it every time

-Map Bot scares guests on purpose and thinks it’s hilarious

-DJ’s main body doubles as storage. That’s where all the mini men go.

-DJ tends to lose mini men because there’s too many for him to keep track of. Some have names. Some don’t. If he loses one, so be it. It’s every infant for himself in the Pizzaplex.

-Map Bot often carries Caution Bots around like they’re his babies. They enjoy it

-This might be the dumbest one yet but- DJ and Map Bot are possessed by Phone Dude and Phone Guy respectively. It started as a joke because we thought it was funny but now it’s stuck. They don’t remember ever being people, and nobody questions why Map Bot is significantly more expressive and talkative than the other staff bots.

-DJ gets along really well with the band members and occasionally talks them into performing along to his mixes. Roxy and Chica are most prone to caving, Roxy because she loves the attention and Chica because there’s no staff to tell her she’s not allowed to sing. They always have a good time

[lowlylux]

I am a Sinner (You are a Saint)

Chapter Three | Old ‘Friends’

Ship: HeiKazuScara

Rating: E

Status: In Progress

Word Count: 4.1k

Description:

“You shall be cast out of the heavenly realm indefinitely.”

Kunikuzushi feels arms grab his own as he is forced to his feet. He struggles, keeping his eyes on his mother only. “Mother! Don’t let them do this!” The guards continue to drag him away, even if it is a struggle. “Mother!” He knows the gate to the human realm is growing closer to him. The more time passes, the less chance he has to escape. But the divine never back out of their decisions…never. He looks to his mother one last time, hoping that she at least looks at him. But her gaze refuses to meet his own.

When he is finally cast out, the air rushing past his entire body, he could only visualize his mother’s pained expression.

He has never felt so alone…

Ao3 Link

“Clothes shopping?” Scaramouche asks incredulously, staring at Kazuha in shock.  He knows that his clothes are a tad bit…ripped, but he didn’t expect the human to suggest such a thing.  “Why?”

Kazuha nervously laughs, glancing at Scaramouche before immediately turning his gaze to the wall.  Scaramouche finds this strange, although he decides to brush it off.  Humans are strange creatures that he has no hope in understanding any time soon.  “There aren’t any clothes here that would work with your wings,” Kazuha says, stepping a bit closer to Scaramouche.  “Not to mention, your current attire is absolutely dreadful…sorry.”

Scaramouche looks down at him, taking in what he is wearing.  All angels wear long tunics, as they are the most comfortable.  They are the easiest articles of clothing that angels can access in abundance, so many just wear them and avoid any other clothing unless absolutely necessary.  Scaramouche is no exception, wearing a long pure white tunic that goes almost to the ground.  

Well, it would be pure white if he was still in the heavenly realm.

After his fall, the tunic got stained, so the once pure white clothing is now splotched with grass stained and mud.  Even with his limited knowledge on human technology, he is fairly certain that most of the stains will forever be there.  The stains are not even the biggest issue, as small holes litter the clothing as well.  Overall, Kazuha is correct, Scaramouche’s current attire is unacceptable.

So, with a small sigh of reluctance, Scaramouche says, “fine, I’ll go with you,”

“I wasn’t really asking, but great,” Kazuha says with a laugh, only to pause when Scaramouche looks at him in confusion.  The human proceeds to wave his hands around in panic, “bad joke, sorry.”

But Scaramouche continues to stare at him for a moment before starting to laugh.  It’s not loud, Scaramouche doesn’t even know if Kazuha even knows what he is doing at first because of how quiet he is laughing, but he still laughs.  He didn’t view what Kazuha said as anything negative, however the almost immediate panic was hilarious.  “It’s…fine.”  Scaramouche has a hard time even choking out those two words.

When Scaramouche stops his chuckling, he looks up toward Kazuha, who is staring at him in confusion.  At least he doesn’t look panicked anymore, so Scaramouche counts that as a win.  “What was so funny?” Kazuha asks.

But Scaramouche doesn’t really have an answer for that.  So, he shrugs in response.  “I think it was your expression…it was funny seeing you all panicked like that.”

“Oh…”

Scaramouche looks himself over for a moment, looking back at Kazuha.  “I suppose I can’t go outside with the wings, right?”

“I think I can get something to cover them up a bit-“

“There’s no need,” Scaramouche says, closing his eyes for a moment.  He’s always hated hiding his wings.  They’re a part of him, and hiding a part of himself always feels as if he has completely severed ties with it. When he had to hide his wings a few weeks prior in an attempt to investigate a few things, he was stuck in the heavenly realm for days afterward, internally screaming even when his wings came back.  He doesn’t even know what it looks like when his wings disappear, as he never looks.  He can’t stand the sight of it.

When he opens his eyes, he is greeted with the sight of Kazuha looking at him in shock.  “Woah…” 

Scaramouche’s knees feel weak, and when he tries to send a look to Kazuha for help, he at first doubts the human would even be able to decipher it.  He feels his legs go out, and braces himself for the inevitable of the floor.  However, it does not come.

Scaramouche quickly looks to the source of the arms currently keeping him upright, giving Kazuha a confused look.  Yet Kazuha doesn’t seem to notice, instead dragging him toward the sofa so that Scaramouche can comfortably sit down.  “Are you okay?” Kazuha asks.  Honestly, Scaramouche is shocked.  He expected more questions about his transformation, not about his well being.  

“Transforming like that uses a lot of energy,” Scaramouche replies, hugging himself over the feeling of his lost wings.  “Sorry for worrying you.”  He feels a hand ghost over his shoulder, but he refuses to look up.  When the presence disappears and he hears footsteps rushing up the stairs, he finally feels like it is the right time to lift his head.

He doesn’t know at first where Kazuha went, but when the human comes back with a small pile of clothes, he can guess the last location of him.  “Since Heizou is taller, I thought it might be best to lend you some of mine for the time being.”

“The height difference between you and Heizou is practically negligible.”

Kazuha smirks at that, his shoulders bouncing slightly as he fights off a chuckle.  “Don’t tell Heizou that…he loves bragging about how he’s the taller one.”

“You both are short so that’s to be expected.”

“You’re quite literally shorter than both of us.”

“….”

Kazuha drops the clothes into Scaramouche’s lap with a grin.  “Just get dressed, okay?”  Scaramouche nods, attempting to pull off his tunic only to be immediately stopped by Kazuha.  Kazuha holds onto Scaramouche’s wrist, a blush settled on his face as he shakes his head.  “Not…wait until I leave the room first at least.

“Oh.”

●•·•●

Heizou hates the feeling of plastic gloves on his skin.  It has always been uncomfortable, and whenever he has them on, he can always feel them.  However, if he had to choose between the gloves and blood, he’d choose the gloves every time.  He always hates the feelings he gets when he first enters a crime scene.  It’s the feeling of dread that he tries to brush off once he leaves that weighs him down the most.

But, he has to live through it.  He has to continue on, because if he doesn’t, a murderer gets to go free.  Heizou must look at everything and leave no stone unturned.  It is his duty as a detective of the Inazuma City police department.

“What’s the story Sanada?” He asks, observing the deceased.  A young woman lays there, completely still with a pair of scissors lodged into her throat.  Blood is pooled underneath her, staining the carpet.  Her eyes are forever open as she stares at the ceiling in a forever state of shock.

“This is Nanako Hayashi.  Just an hour ago, we received a call from a panicked Andou Hayashi, saying he found his wife like this.  When we arrived at the scene, she was already deceased, and her husband seemed shaken up.”

“And we believe him?”

Heizou glances at Sanada who shifts uncomfortably.  Sanada isn’t usually the one who works with Heizou on cases, the person who usually has that honor is currently unavailable unfortunately.  “Sir, it’s Andou…why wouldn’t we-“

“Anyone is capable of murder, it would be best if you remember that.” Heizou says, kneeling toward the victim.  “Where’s the coroner?  It’s disrespectful to just leave her like this.”

“He’s…stuck in traffic.”

Heizou lets out a breath, deciding to investigate anyways even if it makes him uncomfortable just how little the rest of the department have done.  “Is Andou in custody?”

“Sir-“

“It’s a yes or no question Sanada.”

“…yes.”

“Excellent,” Heizou says at once, staring at the murder weapon.  There is something odd about it in a way that he cannot put his finger on.  This entire case is odd to him.  Andou Hayashi has always been a good detective, and is usually the person who works with Heizou in murder cases.  Now, while Heizou is completely aware of people acting differently behind closed doors, he was quite sure Andou loved his wife.  So why would he murder her?  “Sanada?”

“Yes sir?”

“I need files on any murder in the last ten years that involve scissors as the murder weapon, mainly those that involve a spouse murdering their significant other.”

“Sir?”

“Did you misunderstand me?” Heizou asks, glancing at Sanada in a way that makes the officer jump.  “I have a hunch about something, and I intend to follow it through. Also,” Heizou pauses, glancing at the brand name on the scissors, "cross-reference how many of those cases have scissors that belong to Dottore industries.  If you can, I also need any information on when the victims or their spouses purchased the scissors.”

Sanada looks at Heizou as if he was insane.  “Sir, I’m not an assistant-“

“You work with me, you are an assistant.  Have a complaint?  Tell Sara Kujou about it, maybe she will move you back down to petty crime.  If she does, say hi to my boyfriend next time you investigate an attempted theft case at the Crux, will you?  He hates it when you all avoid being friendly.” Heizou says this all at once, keeping Sanada’s gaze.  He doesn’t hate the guy, but he will be damned if he isn’t taken seriously.

And, unsurprisingly, Sanada nods.  “I’ll get to it right away,” he says before attempting to scurry off.

“And Sanada?”  The other detective pauses, looking back to Heizou in confusion.  “When you give me all the files, I want everything in regards to the murder of the Kaedehara family from twelve years ago, am I clear?”

And Sanada, luckily, doesn’t question this, only nodding and leaving the scene.  Heizou looks back at the victim for a moment before walking out himself.  Of course, he will be visiting the scene again when the time is right.  However, right now, he needs to figure out exactly what is going on and why he is being greeted with a case almost identical to the one he thought closed two days ago.

●•·•●

“Okay, so I’m thinking tanks might be the best thing to go with,” Kazuha says, a firm grip on Scaramouche’s arm.  Obviously, Kazuha doesn’t know all the details in regards to how Scaramouche is feeling, however that does not mean he cannot be concerned for the guy.  “What do you feel like wearing?”

And Kazuha feels Scaramouche shrug in response.  It’s honestly not that hard to know what the other person is doing when you are quite literally holding onto them so they don’t fall.  However, Kazuha is starting to doubt that Scaramouche even needs the help anymore, as the weight being put on Kazuha diminishes.

“Scara, you have to tell me what you want.”

“Scara?”

Kazuha shakes his head, disliking how normal it felt to call Scaramouche that.  “Sorry, I got into the habit of shortening people’s names after Heizou started doing it.” Kazuha shakes his head, deciding to start over, “anyways, tell me what you wanna wear.  I’ll make it happen.”

Scaramouche shifts uncomfortably, avoiding Kazuha’s eyes, which doesn’t go unnoticed by Kazuha himself.  “I really don’t want to use all your money…”

“Oh don’t worry,” Kazuha says, letting out a laugh that is closer to a huff.  “We’re using Heizou’s card.  I snatched it off of him before he left for work this morning.”

“Is that even legal?”

“I’m the boyfriend of a cop, anything’s legal as long as he doesn’t bring the law into it and try to prosecute me…which he never will.”

“Does he know you’re spending his money?”

“I told him we were going shopping today, so in a roundabout way, yes.”

“That doesn’t sound like a yes.”

“Look,” Kazuha says, grabbing both of Scaramouche’s shoulders so that he can get the angel’s full attention, “don’t worry about money alright?  We’re well off, trust me.  Just get what you need.  I don’t want to have to cut holes into my hoodies just so I can throw out that dress of yours.”

“It’s a tunic.”

“It is a pile of fabrics.”

Scaramouche lets out a sigh, finally looking around the store.  However, when he pauses and just stares at something, Kazuha cannot help but follow his gaze.  A white mannequin stands there, sporting some sort of high-rise jeans.  But what Kazuha assumes Scaramouche is looking at is the pure black backless shirt.

He can’t help it, he really can’t, but Kazuha imagines Scaramouche in the shirt.  Suddenly, he feels a blush creep onto his face before he can even realize what is going on.  He lets go of Scaramouche at once, instinctively wishing to hide his face.  He is not dealing with this today.  

“Are you okay?”

Kazuha opens his mouth to respond, but thanks those above…wait can he think stuff like that anymore?  Before, he would think of stuff like that and just think of a fictional being, however now that he sees a literal angel right in front of him, he wonders if that is the best move.  Either way, his phone starts to ring with the sounds of trumpets which happen to be the same ones from the Pirates of the Caribbean theme.  Kazuha lifts a hand, answering the phone immediately.  “Beidou!  Can you give me a second,” he puts a hand on his microphone and just looks at Scaramouche, “just look around, I’ll be right back, okay?”

Scaramouche’s brows are furrowed in confusion, which makes Kazuha regret his awkward actions in the first place.  But, Scaramouche does seem to accept it in the end.  “Okay, take you time,” he says.

Kazuha takes that as an okay to run off, so that is exactly what he does.  When he gets far enough, he immediately puts his phone back to his ear.  “Beidou, I fucking love you.”

“What did I do this time?”

“Saved me from an awkward situation, that’s what.”

“Wha- Where even are you?  You never call out twice in a row!  I’ve been worried sick about you kid.”

Kazuha shifts his phone, maneuvering out of the way so that a couple can move past him.  “I had something come.  I’ll be in tomorrow, alright?”

“And what’s this about an awkward situation?  What?  Were you and Heizou fighting?”

“What?” Kazuha says a bit too loudly, which results in him quietly apologizing to a shopper nearby.  “Heizou and I agree on everything, you know that.”

“Then what was it?” He hears a gasp from the other end of his phone, which he assumes is Beidou.  “Did you see a cute boy somewhere?  I hear people around so I’m assuming you’re out.”

“No, I did not meet a cute boy at the mall,” Kazuha says, stretching the truth a bit.  Scaramouche is cute, that much he will admit.  “Not to mention, Heizou and I are in a very loving relationship.  Why the hell would I ignore that just for a random hypothetical guy?”

“Kid, you’re poly, remember?”

“What does that have to do with anything!”

A sigh is heard on the other end of the phone.  “Look, I need to look after the shop.  We’ll talk about this tomorrow, yeah?”

“There’s nothing to-“

“We will finish this conversation tomorrow Kazuha, end of story.”

Kazuha pauses before letting out a sigh of his own.  “Yes ma’am.”

“What did I tell you about calling me-“

“Gotta go!  Bye!” Kazuha quickly hangs up the phone, placing it back into his back pocket.  He really doesn’t want to deal with the wrath of his former legal guardian when she feels as if she is being treated like she is over thirty.  She is over thirty, but she really doesn’t want to admit to that.

After running a hand through his hair (it is an action he started doing to ground himself), Kazuha decides to go back to Scaramouche.  The poor angel is probably struggling to find what he needs.  However, when he goes back to the place he last saw him, Scaramouche is gone.  The only one standing in the middle of the store is Kazuha himself.

●•·•●

Scaramouche really wanted to wait for Kazuha, he really did.  However, he just had to leave the store.  In the corner of his eye, a few moments after Kazuha ran off to take a call, he noticed a head full of familiar ginger hair.  While he is sure there are many beings with that kind of hair, he still decided to investigate.  And, when he did, he found exactly who he thought it was.

“Tartaglia…”

The demon in front of him grins as he sucks on a lollipop.  “Kunikuzushi!  It’s been…what?  Three weeks?  How are you?”

Scaramouche cringes at the usage of his angelic name.  It’s only been a short time since it was his only name, yes, but he was just getting used to his new one.  However, that is not the important thing.  “What are you doing here?”

“I live here?” Tartaglia says with a grin, gesturing toward the mall.  However, Scaramouche considers that Tartaglia senses his confusion, resulting in the demon extending out his hand (the one without the candy in it).  “Childe, the demon formally known as Tartaglia that was the human formally known as Ajax at your service.  I stay here in the human realm now.”

“You’re a demon.” Scaramouche says with a straight face.  “You have to be summoned to stay here.”

“I have to be summoned to get here, big difference.”

“What human would want to keep something like you here?”

Childe feigns offense, putting a hand to his chest dramatically.  “Kunikuzushi, you’re so mean!  Plus,” he licks the lollipop again, tilting his head as he grins, “the human that is keeping me here is in love with me.”

Scaramouche turns up his nose in disgust at the thought.  “What are you doing with a human?”

“Oh please,” Childe says while rolling his eyes.  He takes a bite, reducing the candy to merely a stick.  He then throws it toward the trash can, but it doesn’t land in the trash itself, merely next to it.  “I saw you staring at that human in there.  You of all people should know it’s fine.”

Scaramouche feels his face growing hot but he decides to ignore it for now.  “Even if I was looking at a human in a romantic way, which I wasn’t, I’m not a demon.  It would be different.” He crosses his arms as if he has accomplished something before pausing.  “Wait, can demons even feel love?”

Childe’s grin drops as he stares at Scaramouche for a moment.  “Yes, for information we are completely able to love.  Unlike angels, we demons used to be humans.”

“Hundreds of years-“

“It doesn’t matter if it was thousands of years ago, we still feel everything a human does.  I honestly don’t like the assumption that I am using my human, I genuinely like him.” Childe says, genuinely looking hurt at the comments Scaramouche was making.  “And even if I didn’t like him romantically, which I do, why do you care who I fuck on my free time?”

Scaramouche scrunches up his face at the thought, quickly pushing away any mental image of the demon in front of him doing anything.  “Why did you need to say that?”

“To get your reaction, little Kunikuzushi-” 

“Don’t call me that.”

Childe just grins in response, but gets distracted almost immediately.  Scaramouche observes how the demon eyes the crowd before his entire expression just…brightens.  It’s a strange phenomenon, seeing this being so genuinely happy.  “Diluc!” Childe yells out, beckoning a human over.  

The human is interesting.  He has fairly long hair pulled into a messy high ponytail.  But what shocks Scaramouche the most is that the human feels powerful.  Every witch has an aura about them, which can tell any other being how powerful the human is.  Since it is fairly useful in regards to angels interacting with hidden witches causing mayhem, many of them call a witch’s aura a danger aura.  This human…yeah he has a pretty big aura.  It’s almost suffocating.  “Childe, I thought you were at the arcade.”

“I got distracted by this guy,” Childe says while pulling Scaramouche closer to him.

“Don’t touch me.”

“Remember the little angel I told you about?”

“Don’t call me that,”

“I remember you running off and then telling me that you finally did something nice,” Diluc says with his arms crossed, eyeing both Scaramouche and Childe.  “I don’t think he likes you touching him.”

“I don’t-“

“Oh please, I do this all the time, it’s fine,” Childe says, waving his hand as if that will actually do anything.  “Anyways, now the angel is back!” Childe turns Scaramouche around so that Scaramouche can fully look at him.  “Now tell me, when is the angelic realm going to come in here and stop the possessions?”

Scaramouche shifts uncomfortably, looking away from Childe in that moment due to how embarrassed he feels about the entire situation.  “The divine didn’t believe me.”

“What?” Childe lets go of Scaramouche’s shoulders, shaking his head in disbelief.  “No, no they were supposed to stop this stuff,” Childe says, looking to Diluc as if he is supposed to change anything.  “You heard Zhongli say that if we had another angel talk to the angelic realm, that it would all be fixed.  He said-“

“You’re in contact with Morax?”

Childe’s eyes widen at Scaramouche’s words.  The demon begins fidgeting with his hands, looking to Diluc in a mix of panic and from Scaramouche can tell, fear.  So, Scaramouche looks at the witch, expecting some sort of answer.  So, the witch clears his throat, avoiding Scaramouche’s stare.  “Zhongli told us an angel was cast out…we didn’t expect…”

“So Morax knew?”

“How did you think I knew about the possessions?” Childe asks, walking over to Diluc so that both of them can face Scaramouche at the same time.  Scaramouche presumes it is due to how nervous Childe is acting.  “Zh- Morax told us about them.  He initially popped in because I was staying in the human realm for too long, needed to make sure I didn’t kill Diluc or something.”

“Demons can’t kill their summoners,” Diluc says with a straight face, almost as if he had that statement memorized.  Honestly, with how Childe acts, Scaramouche assumes the witch probably does have it memorized.  

“Anyways,” Childe says after sending his witch a look, “he realized that I meant no harm and just wanted to stay here.”

“He didn’t have a problem with it?”

“Oh he did…that’s why he kept showing up afterward.  And, eventually, he screwed Diluc so now we all have a weird thing going on.” Childe says casually, even though Diluc hits his shoulder immediately.  “What?”

“I don’t like my sex life being broadcasted.” The witch flips his demon off in that moment before taking a deep breath and continuing on where Childe left off.  “Zhongli told us that we needed to investigate the possessions, only because the divine refused to.  He also suggested that if an angel ever comes down, we should convince them to inform the divine.  Zhongli said it might convince the divine.”

“So I was cast out, because of Morax?” Scaramouche asks quietly before laughing.  He’s far more stressed out than when he first entered this mall, and even before that he was stressed far beyond belief.  “I was cast out based on a hunch?”

“Hey, the human realm isn’t too bad!” Childe says awkwardly, looking to Diluc for help but the witch just shakes his head in response.  “There’s great food, the music is much better than what you guys have up there, and you can be yourself!  Just a few weeks ago you were complaining about not being able to be yourself, now you can!”

“But it cost me my home!” Scaramouche snaps, holding the side of his head as he tries to ground himself.  “I don’t have anything anymore…my name has been stripped away, I’m not allowed to return to the angelic realm, and my own mother couldn’t even look at me properly…you ruined my life.”

“You know what,” Diluc says with a sigh, grabbing Childe’s arm.  “I don’t know what it’s like for angels when they’re cast out, and I’m really sorry that happened, but this isn’t the place to be yelling about it.  Both Childe and I are continuing to investigate here in Inazuma City until further notice, so you need to scream some more, find us later.” He faces Childe for a brief moment before beginning to tug the demon away.

Childe looks at Scaramouche, waving at him as if the entire conversation just didn’t happen at all.  “Bye Kunikuzushi!”

“It’s…Scaramouche,” Scaramouche says quietly, but the duo is already gone.  He wants to just hide in a corner, but Scaramouche realizes just how long he has been gone.  He really doesn’t want to worry Kazuha, so any feelings he has at the moment can be pushed aside.

And after all this…he still doesn’t know if he likes shopping.

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[johnwickb1tsch]

You are hiding behind a boulder with Tex, his steady arm around your shoulders, holding you upright, if you’re being honest. Bradford’s unkind methods of keeping you immobile rendered your limbs into an unreliable fucking mess.

One last distance to cover, Tex claims, before you reach your getaway vehicle, and with any luck, freedom.

You hurt everywhere, and all you want is to go home.

“What was that, rattlesnake?”

You realize you accidentally said that part aloud, and you sigh, banging your head back against the rock. How insane is it, that your idea of home now is a soft bed with Tex and John wrapped around you?

You should be enemies.

You should be fighting this tooth and nail, trying to find your own escape that doesn’t involve Bradford, the Bratva, or your assassin Beaus.

But the fact is…you don’t want to, anymore.

The system that was supposed to protect innocents like you instead fucked you royally, exposing the true corrupt underbelly of the way the world actually works. You’re beginning to grasp that it’s all a construct to keep the little people like you in line. The elite need a complacent workforce, after all. And that makes you question everything else you’d ever thought was wrong, or right, or something in between.

Tex is looking at you intently, even through his swollen eye, a warmth in his gaze that makes your insides melt. Fuck it. You all might die today. Maybe you should tell him. “I said—”

A hail of bullets cuts you off, Tex shoving you down nearly into the ground. He returns fire with a pistol he picked up from a dead Russian, and you press your hands over your ears, already half deaf from all the explosions and gunfire. Apparently the FBI had descended on the Bratva in what they thought was an ambush, and John…John was killing everyone.

You’d seen a glimpse of it from a distance while Tex had been pulling you to safety. The absolutely savage beauty with which John killed. It was like watching a vicious deadly dance, the artful way that man could seemingly effortlessly unalive a group of armed and dangerous people was a sight to behold.  

“I know it’s you, Tex!” rises a hoarse voice from the darkness beyond.

“What’s it to ya, Bradford?” answers Tex, checking his clip to see how many shots remain. He frowns at the one bullet he has left, and he slides it home back into the gun with a menacing click, racking the slide to feed it.

“Slick trick you two played. Well done.”

“Thank you kindly!” Tex looks down at you, making a jerking-off motion with his hand and rolling his eyes. It makes you giggle quietly to yourself, winning that heart-stopping devil-may-care grin.

The fact that the two of you can joke at a time like this probably means you’re both half insane. You’re probably in shock, which is your excuse. You’re afraid Tex doesn’t have one.   

“Give me the girl and I’ll let you go!” offers Bradford, winning an incredulous scowl and a shake of the head from Tex. The FBI agent sounds haggard. Desperate. Tex hopes he can take advantage of that. He peers around the boulder and squeezes off a single shot.

This is answered with a full-on barrage, and then the clicking of an empty gun. “Fuck,” you hear off in the distance.

“Stay here,” Tex mouths silently at you. You shake your head, clinging to him, desperate not to be left alone in this chaos. Gripping your chin none too gently, Tex kisses you hard, stealing your breath, and your senses. His hand possessively runs up your thigh, to your bare ass, squeezing you with his fingers maddeningly close to your center. With a devilish glitter in his eye he licks his fingers, whispering, “Keep that warm for me, darlin’.” He renders you into a befuddled little puddle of molten desire, then disappears into the night.

Fuck fuck fuckity fuck!

You hear more gunfire, then grunting, the sound of flesh striking flesh. You dare to peek out from your hiding place to see Tex and Bradford fighting with fists, grappling on the ground. Tex gets the upper hand, straddling the FBI agent. Between punches he snarls, “Did I—” punch “hear you,” punch “lay hands” punch “on my woman” punch “over the phone?” punch “You piece,” punch “of pig-fucking shit?”

By the time Tex is done with him Bradford can’t give an intelligible answer, just groans with excruciating pain through broken teeth and bloodied lips.

Tex spits on him before standing, and delivers a kick to the man’s ribs for good measure. Bradford grunts again, coughing blood. You run out from behind the boulder on shaky legs, and Tex loops his arm over your shoulders again, pulling you in the direction of your escape route. You’re not sure who’s leaning on who more now.

You look back at Bradford one last time—and see he’s pointing a gun in your direction, specifically, at Tex’s broad back. “Tex!”

You don’t know why you do what you do. It just happens, and you are throwing your weight with what little strength you have left against Tex’s body. “Wha—”

It seems simultaneous. The report of Bradford’s last shot, and a searing pain in your side. It burns, and you whimper in Tex’s arms. He’s shouting something at you, maybe your name, or bawling you out for being stupid. Your ears are ringing, and you watch as though through a tunnel as John—dressed in a black western-style shirt a-la Tex—emerges from the shadows, and shoots Bradford in the head.

“What fucking part of keep her safe and I’ll do the rest did you not understand?” snarls John, going to his knees beside you, his laser-like stare fixed on your side.

“I was!” protests Tex, equally as worried as they examine you. “Goddammit, woman, why did you do that?”

“Shut up,” you manage weakly, winning yourself a grin despite everything.

John produces a black handkerchief, folding it and pressing it to your wound. It hurts. “Keep pressure on it. Time to go.”

They help you to your feet—but your legs aren’t really working. You almost fall again, but Tex hoists you in his arms. “I got you, honey. You’re ok.” You’re not sure who he’s trying to reassure more—you, or him. But you nestle your cheek against his collarbone, and your thought from earlier returns. Home.

Through heavy lids you are vaguely aware of the boys—your boys—loading you into some kind of 4x4 vehicle. As it starts with a mean grumble and you pull away with tires spinning in the dirt you pass out.

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Murmuring voices. A beeping machine. So annoying.

Hands on your side, pulling, prodding. You wish it would stop.

Voices speaking rapidly, not in English.

The bright flash of treetops and sunlight speeding past.

Palm trees. Blue skies. Birds singing.

Fingers sliding through your hair. “You’re gonna be fine, sweetheart. Promise.”

Promises, promises, promises.

When at last you wake, you feel as though you’ve been dreaming for days.

Your vision focuses selectively. First, upon the sloping contours of a muscled bare back adorned with black ink. The chiseled cut of a bicep, and raven-dark waves of hair. Beyond that you see a gauzy curtain waving in the breeze, the shimmer of impossibly blue water just visible beyond. You hear waves, and the plaintive call of sea birds. You can smell salt on the breeze.

Oh. So you’re not dead. Isn’t that nice?

There is a furnace of a body behind you as well, a heavy hand upon the curve of your hip.

The warmth you feel, not just on your skin, but kindling in your heart…is a wonderful, damnable thing.

You lift your head a little, winning a grumble of protest from behind you.

Then you notice dark eyes shining from behind the curtain of that mop of hair on the pillow next to you. “Hello, beautiful.”

“John?” Your voice sounds like you swallowed a cup of borax, like you haven’t spoken in a week. You reach out to touch him, and find that even that makes your side ache.

“Next time,” advises your assassin boyfriend no 1, kissing your fingers, “Just let Tex take the bullet.”

“Hey,” grumbles Tex from behind you, nuzzling his nose into your hair. “That’s not nice.”  

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ahhhhhhhh sorry this is long I had some free time today! So…I kind of made the executive decision that we needed a beach vacation??😂 Nothing like the time honored tradition of outlaws running away to Mexico, LOL. Or the Caribbean. Or south America, shit, whatever u want. If you really wanted to write more action you can do flashbacks OR I can delete the end part @sweetwolfcupcake @tammykelly @treedaddymcpuffpuff. Just let me know. I was on a role and this felt right for the pacing. We can keep ol’ Igor in our back pocket for later conflict? 😈 Or maybe john killed him. Maybe John killed them all…ur choice. 😘 Please enjoy this setup for mushy angst and smut LOL.

Yandere Tex Johnson x Witness!Reader x John Wick Imagine WIP Part 6

@treedaddymcpuffpuff @sweetwolfcupcake @tammykelly

Just thought I'd set this up for whoever wants to go next...😘😘😘

[moemoemammon]

Following that "least favorite" request could we get their reactions to being to told that they're their favorite, but to not tell the other brothers so their feelings don't get hurt? Maybe because they relate to them the most or just get along really well. Thanks!

You're My Favorite! But Don't Tell the Others-

(Feat. GN!MC and the Demon Bros)

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Lucifer

There are no words to explain the overwhelming satisfaction ion Lucifer’s face after you tell him that. Of course, it’s only natural that he would be your favorite, all things considered.

The Avatar of Pride won’t ever forget this moment. He carefully considers your words and agrees not to tell anyone, as much as he’d love to bring it up, because he knows more than anyone what kind of chaos would ensue should the others (especially Mammon) find out.

But they can tell something’s up when the eldest has been heard humming all day. He moves about the house with even more grace than usual, and hasn’t scowled even once.

But the REAL shocker was when Mammon tried hiding a bill right as Lucifer walked in... and the eldest let him off with a warning. A WARNING! The brothers thought the Devildom must’ve frozen over, but you and he knew different.

“MC, I would like you to accompany me to Le Pluvier this afternoon, once you've finished your studies. I've already made reservations, so be sure to get ready on time. I've made sure to consider the things you might like to eat, so I'm sure you'll enjoy yourself. Don't be late." "...I'm grinning? I don't know what you're talking about."

Mammon

The gigantic grin on Mammon’s face is so bright, it could rival the sun. You’ve seriously made his day. No, his year. Actually, he’s pretty sure he could ride this high for the next millennia! There’s nothing in this world that could dampen his spirits right now! 

He feels like he just won big at the casino! Of course he’s your favorite! He WAS your first demon, and now he’s gone and claimed his rightful spot as your number one! Good luck trying to keep him from saying anything. Mammon’s gonna throw it around in everyone’s faces for as long as he can milk it.

And you thought he was clingy before, just wait till you see how he treats you after hearing that. Despite always calling you his ‘servant’ or his ‘human’, you’d  think your roles were reversed. Mammon spoils you every chance he gets, buying you clothes and trinkets, filling the spaces in your room with the things he knows you like, monopolizing you completely until nearly everything you own is a gift from him.

Your words also help soothe that jealousy of his a little. Only a little, though. It’s easier to watch you talk to other demons when he knows he’ll always be your first man.

“Didja really have to stay after class that long? I know you were talkin' to that demon that lent you a book, but you outta ask ME for stuff! Tch... you're lucky I'm in a good mood today! But I guess I don't have to worry about some low level demon like that, seein' as I'm your favorite!"

Levi

Wait wait wait....Come again? Did you seriously just say what he think you said..? That had to be a mistake! Some kind of...uh..verbal typo! Because there’s absolutely, positively, NO WAY in all of the nine layers that he could be your favorite demon. And yet you still insist that you’re telling the truth, and Levi feels like he’s died and gone to heaven. 

Red faced and stammering up a storm, Levi looks like he might die. Is it really okay for a shut-in otaku to feel this giddy? Seriously, he hasn’t felt like this since he got his hands on a signed copy of a Ruri Hana audio drama! No no, this definitely beats that!

You’ve managed to inflate his nearly nonexistent ego, and now he feels like there’s nothing he can’t do! Maybe he could even go to Majolish right now?? THAT’S how good he’s feeling!

Almost as bad as Mammon in keeping it a secret. He doesn’t tell anyone right away, but they’re suspicious when they notice how much time he’s spending out of his room. And then when he and Mammon get in another petty argument, he drops the bomb that he’s your favorite demon in the entire Devildom, and you can guess how things go from there.

“Uuuoooo...!!!!! I've decided..! Since I've got a serious stat buff, I'm going to open a booth at the next convention coming up..! I'll sell my Ruri-chan fan art and spread her influence all over the Devildom! I'd never have the guts to do it normally, but I feel like I could do anything right now! Y-you'll go too, won't you MC?"

Satan

You nearly made this man spit tea all over his book, and now he’s coughing and spluttering and trying to figure out what could’ve prompted what he’s taking as a confession. You.. do realize what you’re saying, don’t you? And you know the kind of effect your words have on him?

Satan isn’t the type that wears his heart on his sleeve, so you have to look for his subtle expressions to tell how he’s feeling. But there’s nothing subtle about the redness of his ears and how he’s begging you not to look at him right now. For the sake of his sanity, give him a minute to recoup.

When he does recover, he agrees to keep it a secret for obvious reasons. And it’s hard to tell that he’s in a good mood, other than the fact that he hasn’t tried to pull any pranks on Lucifer lately. But Asmo sees all, and literally hounds him into spilling the tea.

He tells him a lie of course, but now the other brothers are noticing just how happy he is. Satan's smiling way too much today, isn't he? And he didn't even get mad when Beel got whipped cream on his jacket! Well, not THAT mad, anyway.

"Haaah... everyone's been harassing me all day, claiming I'm smiling a lot. I'm sure I look the same as I always do, but I'll admit that I've been happy ever since you told me that this morning. Wait.. you did think I've been grinning too, do you? I have??"

Asmo

Asmo always jokes about being your favorite and announces it as if the two of you are married, but when you actually confirm that his longing for you isn’t one sided, he ends up smearing lip balm across his cheek in shock. Did you... really say that just now? He knew it all along, but hearing it like that is just...!

Ooooh, he’s so happy he can hardly contain himself! Asmo throws his arms around you, peppering your face in kisses until you feel sticky from lip balm, wipes your face clean, then marks it up all over again. Good luck getting rid of him, because he might never let go.

Immediately posts it to Devilgram. Did you really think he’d let such a momentous occasion go unannounced? You must not have been paying attention to the kind of person he is! Asmo would put you on a pedestal in front of the world like a precious jewel if he were able, but this’ll have to do. He won’t hide his love at all!

Of course, the others don’t take too kindly to it, not that he cares. He never leaves your side, pampers you like crazy, and has even attempted to get you to move into his room. Lucifer put an immediate stop to that, though. Boo...

“I just can't get enough of you, MC! Just being near you gets me so excited that I can hardly stand it! You'll take responsibility for what you're doing to me, won't you? And in exchange, I'll take my time showing you just how much I love you. After all, you're my favorite, too!"

Beel

Beel never has a problem with choking while he eats, and it comes as naturally as breathing. Unfortunately neither of that applies right now, since you just made him choke on a meatball sub.

He usually takes your words with quiet acceptance, but this might be the most emotion you've ever witness from the stoic demon. His eyes are wider than that time that laid on an entire gingerbread mansion, sparkling up with such deep emotion you wouldn't be surprised if he cried. Instead he softens up and immediately embraces you.

...And doesn't let go. Sandwich long forgotten, he's been carrying you around all day, and ignoring any questions or protests from his brothers. Also insists on feeding you throughout the day. The food tastes better when he can enjoy it with you, so why not just bring you everywhere?

When he isn't carrying you, he's following you around subconsciously, either close up against you like a protective wall, or just far enough that you're within his line of sight. As far as not telling anyone, he... tells Belphie immediately. It was an accident though, since there's not much he keeps from his twin.

"MC, I won a meal ticket for Godevil Chocolatier. Let's get something for dessert today. Ah, you can get as much as you want, too. I really want to see what things you choose. They might become my favorites."

Belphie

There's nothing in this world that can wake Belphegor from his sleep, unless he allows it. No loud noises, no amount of shaking or smacking, and not even dragging him around the house. But the moment you whisper that he's your favorite demon, the Avatar of Sloth is wide awake.

Hey, you're not just saying weird things to get a reaction, are you? Because if so, this is a new level of cruel. Yet you confirm that you mean it and swear him into secrecy, and Belphie tries his best not to show how happy he is. A smile keeps creeping up on his face that he struggles to force down. It's annoying...

As funny as it’d be to tell everyone the news, he's good at keeping secrets. Instead, you've noticed that he's been sleeping a little less that before. When he does take one of his hundreds of naps, he finds some way to be closer to you. He's even been seen sleepwalking to your exact location somehow-

It's hard for him to believe that you're not teasing, though. How could HE be your favorite demon here? Belphie doesn't do anything special to win you over, yet after everything he put you through, you like him enough to deep him your favorite?

"You're weird, MC. I mean... me? I won't deny that I'm really happy though, but I guess I'm in disbelief. You should spoil me even more until I believe you. Lend me your lap for a few hours, okay?" "...I wonder what Lucifer would think if I told him, heheh."

[chubbygirlfics]

Human love | Loki laufeyson

Warnings. Plus size reader!

Summary. Loki winning a date with you

When you first met Loki you were sure that you two would never get along….He was a arrogant, self centered, prick.

At least that’s what you thought, but you just kept all your hatred towards Loki inside because you and Thor were very good friends. You and Thor met the first time he came to earth, you worked with Tony stark on his suits, you didn’t have powers, just a very high iq and Tony liked having you around.

You and Thor hit it off pretty quickly, cracking jokes and making each-other laugh really, most of the time he spent on earth he was with you, making a lot of people believe you two were dating, including Loki.

Then not too long after Loki came, trying to take over the damn world, which he clearly didn’t succeed at.

After that Shield and the avengers kept him locked up so he couldn’t do anymore damage.They had someone always give him food and check up on him for a while until he scared them away.

That’s when Tony sent you to give him and food and talk to him, mostly because you were a very good person talker and you were tough so whatever he said wouldn’t get to you.

“You know Thor doesn’t really like you right” his accent rung through your ears “hm, why’s that loki?” You asked thinking he meant as friends “he could never love someone like you, he’s only ever dated slim girls on Asgard, but I could I treat you right, I could treat you like a queen and I cloud her your king” he stated

“Loki.. what ever have you the impression that me and Thor are dating? And that I would ever be with a disgrace of a man like you?” You laughed

“Oh really y/n? You and my brother are always in each other’s presence, if you think anyone is under the impression that your just friends, your wrong” he responded

“You must let me take you on a date before you judge me y/n” he pleaded

“Me and Thor are not dating and I don’t need a date with you to judge you, you literally tried taking over New York” you scoffed and left the room, leaving Loki defeated in trying to win you over

Eventually, shield let him out because he wasn’t a threat to earth anymore

He still tried getting you to go out with him for months, even being nice to the rest of the avengers just to get your attention, finally you just gave up

“M’lady y/n, I will only ask once more, will you please let me take you on a date” he begged

You didn’t know why he wanted to get with you so bad, like he said if his brother only dated slim girls on Asgard, he probably did too, and he was very good looking, so he probably got all the pretty lady’s

“Okay, Loki I’ll let you take me on a date” you finally give him

He seems shocked, finally after months you say yes, “great! Uhm, can you meet me at 7 downstairs?” He says like a little kid walking into a candy store

“Yes I can” you smile

The avengers let him stay in the tower as long as he promised to stay out of trouble and not make any problems for them, which he agreed too but only for you

Finally 7 o’clock hits, and your dressed in a skin tight black dress with black matching heels, you have natural makeup on and your hair done

you want to look good for Loki,so you can flatter him

You walked downstairs and see him waiting in a black tuxedo, you didn’t know where he was taking you, but he’s Loki so it’s somewhere fancy

He sees you and his jaw drops, you look so beautiful and your dress hugs your curves in all the right places, he thought if this wasn’t your first date he’d take you then and there

“Y/n you look absolutely stunning, I’m almost at a loss of words” he stammered

“Thank you Loki, you look quite handsome yourself” you compliment him, he sticks his hand out so you can grab onto him

After that he drives you too a very beautiful and fancy restaurant, you spend the rest of the night talking and getting to know each other.

You definitely regret not going on that date sooner, especially if you knew he was suck a gentleman

[chiruba]

JJK BOYS' REACTING TO S/O IN A BUNNY OUTFIT !

req. hiii bestie !! i can smell potential in this account, so i'm here for a request ! jjk boys' reaction to their s/o wearing a bunny girl/boy outfit (they lost a bet) ?? maybe with... megumi, inumaki and gojo ?? thank you and i give you all my love and support for your work!!!❤️❤️️

an. HII BESTIE!! i loved this req omg and thank u for supporting me!! hope i did this req justice <3

ft. gojo, fushiguro, inumaki x fem!reader

wc. 1.5k

genre. fluff

tw. a lil suggestive but like 99% sfw

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GOJO SATORU ►

— this mf would be so cocky and teasing about it

— definitely the type to whistle and wiggle his eyebrows

— he's probably the one that made the bet with you

— and of course he made it knowing he'd win

"satoru!" you whine from behind the closed bathroom door, thoroughly embarrassed. "are you kidding? i'm not wearing this!" well, to be fair, you were already wearing it, but coming out of your sacred space the bathroom in it? absolutely not.

"come on!" you heard him say, his tone clearly teasing and excited. "you lost the bet, after all!"

"and you cheated to win!"

"baby-"

"no."

gojo let out a dramatic sigh, and you could practically imagine him pressing an exaggerated hand to his heart. "fine!" he said, letting out another sigh, "i guess our bets mean nothing to you."

"it's a stupid bet, satoru-"

"i understand, don't worry." you groaned, rolling your eyes at your boyfriend's usual childish antics. you could hear him shuffling from the other side of the door, "i'll just go to bed." you let a sigh, glancing to the large mirror to your right, your reflection staring back at you. you felt your face get hot at the thought of showing this to gojo. i mean, you could use it to try and get back at your boyfriend for all the times he'd teased you, and maybe even fluster him a bit? impossible, but a girl can dream.

"...fine." you grumble so quietly you're unsure if he even heard it - until you hear the giddy squeal come out of your boyfriend's mouth from the other side of the door, catching you so off guard that you can't help but let out a snort. before you even have a chance to do so yourself, gojo swings open the door and catches you as you stumble out.

he grins at you cheekily, one eyebrow raised and a low whistle sounding from his lips. "you were already wearing it?" he asks, and before you can respond a bright light flashes in your eye, and you realise he's taking pictures.

"satoru!" you go to cover your head, immediately regretting your decision. "i'm changing back right now!" you exclaim and try to rush back into the bathroom, only to be stopped by him pulling you back gently, his chest colliding with your body.

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI ►

— BLUSHY BABY!

— he'd be so embarrassed even looking at you LOL

— doesn't mean he won't look though

— would probably be like "what are you doing?" all grumbly and annoyed

— but his eyes stay trained on you and the outfit

you didn't think last week that your saturday night would be spent waiting on your boyfriend's bed, dressed head to toe in a bunny girl outfit while you waited for him to get done showering. it originally began when nobara showed you a funny tiktok of someone else pranking their significant other while they were dressed in a bunny outfit, and you'd both joked about doing it to your respective significant others. you had teased nobara, doubting that maki would be flustered even by such an outfit, which then led her to tease you about how fushiguro wouldn't even bat an eye at it. and, well, here you are.

you want to blame nobara for this entire fiasco, but you can't help the scratch of curiosity you yourself have about your antisocial boyfriend's reaction. if you're being entirely honest, the thought of making him flustered makes you a bit giddy. you decide to wrap yourself in his bed covers, seeing that fushiguro's designated showering time is ending soon, and then duck your head under the covers like a child hiding from a monster. the door lock clicks, and you hear the familiar sound of the sliding door.

"what are you doing?" fushiguro asks, closing the door behind him as he makes his way over to the mound on his bed. you giggle and hug the covers closer.

"take a guess," you tease, and you were sure if you could see him he'd be rolling his eyes.

"i don't know," he responded bluntly, "are you cold? i'll warm you up." you could hear the slight grumble in his voice at the last part, clearly still getting used to voicing his affections. it made your heart flutter a little, and you decided to stop teasing, mostly because it was the first time today you'd be able to see your boyfriend's face. you quickly pulled the covers back, sitting up on his bed as you stared up at fushiguro with an innocent grin.

"wha?!-" fushiguro spluttered, pink immediately beginning to stain his cheeks. his mouth hang open as he stared at you, eyes rapidly glancing around your outfit. "what are you doing?" he asked, gulping obviously after his sentence.

"what do ya think?" you teasingly asked, deciding to stand up and give a quick spin around, only flustering fushiguro further. "maybe this should be my halloween outfit? oh, we could even match! you could be a magician-" fushiguro let out a noise similar to a growl, and the next thing you knew, you were back in his bed, covers one again wrapped around your body like a cloak.

"no." he said plainly, and you had to hold back your laughter.

"no? no what, love?" he scrunched up his face at the nickname, but you could tell he liked it just by the simple fact that he'd never told you to stop. your teasing smile dropped when he leaned in closer, his breath ghosting on your ear as he whispered,

"i wanna be the only one to see you that way."

INUMAKI TOGE ►

— he got so flustered at first omg

— and said the one word that came to his mind - "wow."

— inumaki has such great control when it comes to his speech, he already knew it would be a safe word

— what he doesn't have great self-control over is, honestly, his love for you

— inumaki's just so amazed at how you're his s/o

— after he gets over his initial flustered reaction, he tackles you in affection <3

you were sure that you've never been more embarrassed in your life than now. nobara had suggested the grand idea of playing 'truth or dare' for girls' night, and sadly, your turn had ended up in maki's hands. you thought that maki couldn't come up with anything too bad, especially not this late at night, and so you went with the dare.

...and now here you are, dressed in a bunny girl outfit, standing in the middle of your boyfriend, inumaki toge's, room. the outfit was bought last halloween as a complete joke between the three of you, and you had completely forgotten about it afterwards, keeping it in the deepest part of your closet. how had maki even come up with that on the spot? damn her brains. your phone pinged, vibrating on inumaki's desk where you had put it, and you glanced over to see nobara's text;

'he's coming!!'

the simple message made your heart pound, your head frantically snapping back to look at the door as you waited for your boyfriend to come through. you held your breath when you heard a key being inserted into the door, and a small noise of surprise when inumaki realised the door wasn't locked. he quickly understood that you were most likely in his room.

"kombu-" inumaki froze, quite literally froze. it reminded you of the times he'd unzipped his collar and whispered the words "don't move,", his enemies bodies going rigid just as his just did.

you began to speak, and then realised, what the fuck were you meant to say in this situation? you'd been so focused on when inumaki would come through the door, you hadn't even thought about what to say when he did. you quite literally felt the way your heart fluttered when you heard inumaki let out a quiet breath, and you heard him whisper,

"wow."

it was already rare to hear your boyfriend's soft voice, even when he was simply speaking in onigiri ingredients, and you were shocked that you had caused this much of a reaction from him.

inumaki finally took back control of his body as he dropped the plastic white bag full of late-night snacks he was out getting, quickly shutting the door behind him and rushing over to you. his arms snaked around your waist, and you stumbled when he pulled you from the middle of his room to his bed.

"toge!" you yelled, arms wrapping around him automatically. you giggled when he began bombarding you in kisses, kissing you on the tip of your nose, the corners of your mouth and continually along your jaw, each a sweet peck full of affection that was more than enough to convey inumaki's feelings. "toge," you whined, now lowering your voice, "maki and nobara are probably right outside the door!" inumaki continues to hold you close while he reaches into his shorts pockets, pulling out his phone and typing a quick message, still giving you sweet pecks as you read his text.

'too bad. ur mine now <3'

ill give u a kiss goodnight if u reblog <3 

©  2021 sinrinyoku — please do not repost, translate, modify or plagiarize my work! i will beat the shit out of u (maybe)

[ohthemis]

headcanons for when rosa says to each boy he's like a brother to her 💀

tot boys when you tell him he’s like a brother to you

characters: all

ARTEM WING

he’s definitely more shocked than anything. he thinks he’s been giving you strong hints already, but maybe he’ll just have to try harder!

artem is very shocked, and he he’s going to be a lot more expressive around you after that. but you have another thing coming when celestine finds out. flowers on the weekly, chocolates, more cases that require you to work with artem. celestine is figuratively pushing your faces and shouting “kiss”.

but celestine’s hard work aside, artem takes this very sincerely. he isn’t going to beat around the bush. maybe a few weeks after, he’ll simply pull you aside and tell you how he really feels. while it may have taken years of his life to muster up all that courage, he still pushes through with it.

he’s sincere and he’ll take what you give him. although, he’d definitely like it a lot more if you loved him too <3

“while, i do appreciate your intentions, you may have misunderstood me.”

“mr. wing?”

“i’ll make sure to be more upfront with you from now on. then, maybe you’ll understand my affections.”

LUKE PEARCE

critical hit!! luke has never felt more attacked. kind of offended, but he saw it coming! you’ve known him all your life, after all. 

he’s come to terms with the fact that you thought of him as a brother at one point, but it’s a whole other thing for you to say it out loud!! although he may never recover from this, he’s not gonna let it beat him down too hard because if luke is anything, he’s resilient!!

 he’ll take you out to dates and he’ll call them dates, too. no more subtle luke, time to go all out!! although for a good while, he avoids going to places you two hung out around a lot when you were kids just in case itg makes him seem like more of a brother figure. 

to be honest, if you still don’t like him even after all that, he has no idea what he’s going to do.

“b-, brother? you see me as a brother figure?”

“luke..?”

“well, some things from our childhood have changed! tomorrow let’s go out! i’ll show you how i’ve grown up, so you have to be ready!”

MARIUS VON HAGEN

asks you if you’re joking. he’s absolutely bewildered! how can his missy not see how whipped he is for them?!

tries to reason with you. unknowingly confesses to you, but if you can ignore how much he’s flirting with you already, i’m sure you can look past his mini confession. he’s trying to change your mind and make you take back your words. ( there’s no way you actually see him as a brother. right? right?! ) << marius

but after that, he makes a splendid recovery!! it’s insane how quick he can put his mind to something. what do you want? roses? chocolates? dates? a ticket to your favorite band’s concert? whatever it is, marius’ll provide it!! maybe now you can see how much he’s willing to spend on you. after all, he just likes you that much!

he’ll be very sulky, though. ( i mean, isn’t it obvious how much he likes you?! sigh, why’s it always gotta be him... ) << marius’ inner thoughts. 

“miss, you know i only call you 姐姐 to tease you right? i don’t actually see you as a sister!”

“marius, you-”

“this time i’ll definitely make you see how i feel!”

VYN RICHTER

not that bothered, actually. he takes it as more of a challenge than anything. his composure doesn’t waver a single bit.

he’s more impressed on how oblivious you are than anything else, to be honest. you’re just so interesting!! i mean, who else could look past the obvious flirting other than you? but if you’re going to be this naive, then vyn will just have to up his game and meet you there halfway!! 

he’s not unreasonable, after all. if you ignore his past flirtings, then he’ll just have to bring in the real courting. he’s definitely pulling out all the stops though (not that you’d know, he’s still as calm and graceful as ever). he’s willing to compromise to win your heart over <3

although he is a bit shocked that you were able to turn a blind eye to his usual hints, he’ll make sure to show you how he really feels properly this time

“if that’s really how you feel, then i guess i have to be clearer with my intentions.”

“dr. richter..”

“there’s an event i’ve been invited to. would you like to come...as my date?”

[muffindaddystyles]

Someone hurts Y/N at work; and Harry’s owner of the company.

Angry young man CEO!H very protective of his lovie :)))))))))))))

It was Tuesday. Tiring Tuesday is what Y/N calls them to be because they lurk in the middle of week and drags you after a Monday. Today, it’s the worst fucking Tuesday since the day she started working at this company.

Harry offered her. More to say tried to convince her with his sweet puppy tactics, tried to lure her in with his seductive begging and would mumble the same thing in her sweaty neck while balls deep in her, “Please sweet toots ... promise I wouldn’t be there to take ye' interview, please work in my company.” He squished her sides in desperation. Y/N whined, mind too occupied in the way he’s leaking into her, the head of his cock angled to rub at her spongy wall making her hug herself into him.

“I could be a very hard boss in my office, ‘s all ‘m saying.” He wiggled his brows at her playfully, hissing when his double joke earned him a tight fit around his prick and he was soon forgetting all of it when she canted her hips to let him slick deeper inside her.

It’s not that; Y/N doesn’t wants to work at his company. When her boyfriend asked her so sweetly and stout-heartedly. Call him a sap but he actually wants to be closer to her in every possible chance he gets – she gives him an unyielding amount of comfort and happiness when she’s with him.

There’s this silver of pride he wants to take (since he’s the biggest narcissists) in being a power couple, because in the end everything will be theirs.

But she doesn’t want to seem like she took advantage of him. She didn’t study and worked hard many years to be called dependent on her boyfriend. She wanted to find her first proper job herself – feel all the odds and jitters of her firsts after UNI.

Harry called the battles off knowing his little stubborn baby’s too much a wiggler and he believes in her and he’s very proud of her previous achievements, he just wants to see her happy working with him or not.

She indeed got it. She was finally a design editor at a grand magazine company, excited to meet her boss who’s one of her absolute favourite graphic designers in the industry.

Harry and her celebrated her baby step towards her success by going out at this cafe which had cats you can pet and love on.

He was blissed to see her this happy, considering it a win win situation. But she doesn’t need to know? Does she? And Harry didn’t do anything suspicious? Did he? Nobody even know who she's! And if Y/N wants that, he’ll have it that way.

Soon her enthusiasm deflated like a sorrowful balloon whirling in the air for seconds before falling on the ground and getting it’s existence neglected, because, her boss was the meanest bitch alive.

At the moment, Y/N forced the pertinacious lump of pathetic tears down her throat, not blinking to dry out the moisture threatening to fall from her waterline feeling humiliation creep up her skin and making her want to shrink into herself and never show her face.

She listens patiently and optimistically as her boss practically screams at her for not liking the designs Y/N worked to modify for damn 62 hours and the Karen still had an audacity to degrade, Y/N.

Y/N gasped, stumbling back in fright shock when the file that had her precious designs composed in it flew and hit Y/N, the ragged corner of it scratching Y/N’s delicate skin and her boss was spinning away from her to stare coldly at the bustling city outside through the window drowning into fumes and anger.

Y/N opened her mouth, guppy like. Wanting to say something back and call her out on her act but she felt like her voice got strangled into her chest.

ShitShitShitShit.

Hammering in her brain when she felt something warm oozing from her skin and she’s panicking, wiping a vicious streak of blood from her jaw with her trembly fingers and scuttled straight to the washroom before anyone was able to see her in such vulnerable condition.

She had enough of it and left out of there without a word to anyone, not even to her cubby mate. She bottled all the emotions that were rattling against her bones to flood out of her each pore, until she could reach her home and once she did she was having a humongous and ominously scary breakdown, glad that Harry was stuck in meetings and the house was all of hers to cry ugly.

Once she was all blue lips, puffy and swelled up cheeks and eyes, nest of a hairstyle and all burned up lungs she was calming herself down with deep breaths just Harry taught her.

Scrubbing and cleaning herself off then going to bed without waiting for Harry, something very rare and the right hit in the nail for him to know she isn’t feeling well.

He was welcomed by silence. No dinner, just leftovers in fridge and his insides became all crummy and not very pleasant when he tailed to the living room and wasn’t met by his lovebug; either cramming her head to sketch down designs with an ipad in her lap while a buzz of random Netflix show accompanies her, dossing off cutely with hundreds of her study journals and magazines messed around her on the floor, or her in sleeping pyjamas with food already set up on the coffee table and brightening the whole room with her squeals when Harry announces his presence.

None of that instead he finds her in their bedroom, drowned under layers of blankies and her stuffies with room lit dark.

He coos softly, mattress dipping down from his weight and his heart expands and melts all around his other organs at how adorable she looks sleeping in his hoodie. He chuckles shaking his head at the way she has the strings of the hoodie squeezed around her head, not sure how she’s able to breath at how tight it seems around her neck.

Doing his own routine he was slipping into the bed, sighing from the warmth and how toasty she has made the bed already.

He bunched her against his chest and kissed her head then spooned her up in his arms, lips fluttering into a smile when she hummed and sniffed basking into his scent.

“Oi sleepy.” He whispers down at her cupping her neck and giggles softly when she whines mushing her cheek against his chest only to grunt sleepily and muffle her yelps into his sweatshirt.

Harry’s brows shoots up into slight bafflement then dips down into a frown when he slipped his calloused palm under her hoodie to cradle her jaw and felt something graze against his thumb that was about to press into her soft skin to bring her for a night kiss.

“Hey...” He perches himself on elbows, switching on the lamps and ignores her groans grasping the blanket she was about to pull over herself, huffing at him to let her sleep but Harry’s more stubborn than her if it involves assuring himself she’s okay and right now she’s not and Harry was already feeling it in his bones.

“Lemme see.” He persists gently, peeling the blankets and the hoodie off her head while she’s still stirring into sleep not able to open her eyes how much she tries because of the exhaustion dumped on her from whole day.

He stares at the wound she did a shit effort to cover with a gauze messily over her jaw and tiny bit area of her neck, a long bandage reaching to her ear and Harry tries to think rationally and not freak out as he touches it with cautious fingertips.

“What ... the –- fuck, Y/N what is...is this?” His mouth falls slack. His ears buzzing for a moment and he wraps his arm around her shoulder to bring her up as he leans them against the bedhead.

He feels bad when she knuckles at her eyes warily and mumbles something that’s barely audible.

“What happened, baby? Talk t’me? How did y'hurt yourself so bad?” Worried and fearful. He bombs her with questions not waiting for her to be fully awake and his heart breaks miserly upon focusing his gaze on her face, her angelic face that’s now soaked with sadness –- she’s been crying.

His loves been crying and he wasn’t there for her.

“Who did this to you?” Y/N's eyes widens abruptly. The alertness in them vivid for Harry to see under the lamp glow and she gasps, nose twitching and lip wobbling as Harry grabbed her chin and ducked to her eyelevel to ask her tenderly with a layer of strictness under his tone, “’M asking, Who did this to you, Y/N?” Her fragile heart could already take so much and she strangled out a sob lowering her head down in embarrassment.

“’M.. I’m —-.. no –..not telli –-..telling you,” She hiccups breathlessly, shaky fingers fisting onto the blanket thrown over Harry’s lap and he holds her hands kissing them gently, “I’ll know it one way or another baby. Don’t force me to get outta my way to find —–“ His soul stabbing glare was enough for Y/N to ramble and at first he thought he didn’t heard her right, that she was mumbling too much but when the reality seeped in gradually Harry almost froze in his spot.

“I know it’s very shameful —..” Y/N stammers barely able to get in a breather and Harry’s head snapped at her words, removing his nails away from making little graves in his palms and his jaw which almost felt like breaking from the hinges from how painfully furious he had it set relaxes as he tries to calm himself down and not to grab his keys and drive to that bitch's house to trash her place.

Because how fucking dare she treat anyone like that in his own fucking company.

“Hey, hey. Now none of that toots. Look at me darling, oh my sweet moppet ... shh.” It slices his heart in pain to see Y/N like this -- so small and disheartened. How dare she hurt his such delicate, sweet, loving girl like that? How!?

“You shouldn’t be ashamed of yourself moppet. She should be, fo’ being such a heartless prick.” He spat, his guts full of bitter and hatred. His skin hot, his grip on her tightening protectively and his chin quivers trying to lock all his anger inside and not to burst out like a pressure cooker.

“I’ll deal with her tomorrow.” He nods curtly to himself, poking his tongue to wet his grimacing lips and Y/N was too woolly to get what’s he’s saying.

His gaze flitters back on her. His demeanour turned incredibly soft and gentle for her smooching a big generous kiss to her salty lips and then to both of her cheeks cared in both of his palms, “Are y'okay? D'you want me to take you to hospital?” She shakes her head mewling and melting and caressing herself into his wrist.

“Why didn’t you call me baby?” He asks her doing anything in his power to mask the hurt in his tone and sighs touching his forehead to her's when Y/N sniffled, “Didn’t wan’ you to worry.” He slid his forearm under her bum and scooched her atop of him, patching tiny careful pecks to her jaw.

“But, that’s love moppet. Worryin’ bout you, takin’ care of ye' and beating anyone raw who even dares to have evil intentions towards you,”

“Remember the time y'snubbed that one guy’s oh so expensive shoes who was very rude to me at one of your graduations party?” His simper turning into a proper ironic grin when she giggled hoarsely nodding along and the tension in his muscles released watching her getting better.

“Proper broke his big toe with your heel darling.” He giggles with her and then Y/N realised how sad and awful Harry’s feeling, how it’s hurting him the same way it hurt her an year ago.

“How about we have a glass of milk .... it’ll help us sleep less grumpy y'know.” He murmurs in the crook of her neck, elbow cocooned safely around her shoulder blade as he kisses the side of her head again and again nose buried in her hair to smell her treacly smell.

.

In the morning he was tragic to hear Y/N sound so heartbroken and dejected as she told him, “I’m going to resign and accept your offer.” Her smile small and sad, hugging him looping her limbs around his torso lazily.

“’kay baby, but first eat your brekkie.” He kissed her hair and squished her pout when he moved away to make some calls to his assistant.

Y/N had no-idea what he was upto. Glad that he was driving her to the company and that he was immensely supportive of her decision, her insides pooled with warmth and giddiness when he tried to cheer her up with his silly jokes and singing along the radio murmuring rubbish whenever he forgot the lyrics.

She was utterly confused when upon reaching he was giving the keys to valet boy to park his car and interviewing their fingers in a strong grip before leading her inside, even though she should be the one to do so.

She sputters a, “Huh?” when instead of telling her he’d wait for her in the lobby he’s rounding the corner towards the elevators and turns his wrist to push her infront of him to keep her closer to himself all the time.

When the doors are sliding apart the people scurrying outside halts for a moment, not looking Harry in eyes and keeping their heads low.

Phones were already rung in the building that Mr. Styles will be coming un-announced and everyone should be prepared to face the consequences if they stumble upon him – because well he isn’t in such a nice mood to start with.

“Harry.” She pokes him in ribs feebly, stepping away from him feeling timid due to few pair of eyes in elevator watching her awkwardly and maybe judgingly.

The tension in space could be cut through knife, as if everyone’s holding their breaths and she pouts taking a good look at Harry who’s smirking smugly confident in his element.

Do they all think her boyfriend’s way too intimidating and out of reach for them? They should know he’s such a sweetie!

Y/N huffs. Folding her arms over chest when Harry paws at her hips and pulls her back against his chest resting his chin atop of her head with a shit eating grin.

In all seriousness. Showing them that’s she’s his's and belongs under his wings, which will keep her safe and protected till his death.

“How did you know my boss's office’s on tenth floor?” She squints up at him suspiciously.

“Hmm. Dunno, moppet. Magical powers or summat?” He teases her, putting a hand at the small of her back to nudge her forward making her blush pink and ducks down to whisper in her ear, “You got this toots.” Biting her earlobe playfully to stroke down her anxiety upon sensing her hesitancy to step in the hallway that has cubicles lined up.

He already got this. He ordered his assistant to get the resign letter ready and showing her who’s the boss here’s not much of hurdle for him.

It’s weird. Bloody weird. Y/N wants to turn back and run away because the moment they step inside the whole damn hallway falls eerily pin drop silent and everyone’s peeking up from the short walls of their cubicles and then diverting their eyes immediately in embarrassment and apology seeing Harry behind her.

The ones who’re standing bows their heads lightly in respect for him and scurrying away to give him a way and that’s insanely surprising and weird.

Harry on the other hand was no stranger to those bogey looks. Of curiosity, uneasiness and dread when he passes through the crowd of his employs. Y/N is.

Slowly perhaps. It starts to sink in— jumbled and disoriented when she looks back at Harry. He’s keeping his head held high and shoulders tilted back with poise and conceitedness, hands stuffed into the pockets of his pants and because though it makes him look like a proper snob— he is their boss and the owner of this company, he should act like one.

“Mr. Styles.” Y/N’s boss assistant Marina who’s usually very chirpy (and undeserving of all the yelling she gets from her boss) turns pale at Harry’s presence. She’s the only person Y/N's very keen of, now she’s fretting towards them with her head lowered and tries to stammer something but Harry’s walking past her with his lips pursued as he goes inside without knocking.

“Harry...” Y/N tattles behind him, lunging to clutch onto the hem of his suits coat, to scold him to stop babying her and let her handle it herself, too late since she’s already meeting with the sight of her overly stressed and upset boss.

Her knees almost gives in when Harry snaps his fingers for the employees that were inside to give them privacy and takes in the most relaxing breath of oxygen, feeling a gag of bitterness in his mouth from even looking at her.

Y/N gasped. Her boss (which she’s not sure is her boss anymore) gasped. The sweet assistant Marina gasped. When Harry told her in the most composing way– though his blood’s boiling absolutely sheathing through his veins.

“You’re fired.” His demeanour cold and voice monotone not giving a fuck how much she shakes and cries for his forgiveness.

“Mr. Styles. I..I can explain–-" She stammers rushing from the back of her desk and stops obediently when Harry gestures her to not to take another step forward.

“There’s no excuse for abuse. I don’t want your lame explanations, I can’t have an abusive asshole running my company for me ... we might be strict on our employees but we aren’t monsters.” He grits, his eyes flaring piercingly with rage and showing no empathy towards her as she pleads him to forgive her mistake– those bricks of money makes you work baby.

“You hurt someone so dearly to me ‘n think I’ll forgive ye'?” The assistance eye’s blows away at newfound information, Harry Styles love of life’s none other than Y/N. The girl she used to have smoked sandwiches and milkshakes with in their lunch breaks.

“I didn’t know ...” He chuckles ironically at her hypocrisy and that’s the last straw for him before he’s threatening her to call the security and she’s getting out of there cursing him under her breath but Harry grabs her from elbow roughly, conceding his brow at her dauntingly.

"Apologise to her right fuckin' now."

"Sorry, Mrs Styles. I'm very ashamed of what I did." She says nervously and Y/N nods not able to speak from the butterflies that are flapping around her stomach, which sure didn't go unnoticed at Harry's side and he smirks at Y/N.

When they’re left alone. Jovial cackles are bouncing against the walls and he’s pressing his hip to the desk, securing his hands around his triceps as he folds his arms infront of his chest entertaining himself to the cute and fuzzy reactions of his girl at what just happened.

“See. Told ya, nobody could defy my bossiness at work.” He grins at her, jerking his hand towards his chest to usher her closer to him and boops her nose smacking an obnoxiously loud kiss to her mouth when she toddles in his arms.

“The offers still there,” He looks down at her cheekily and she shakes her head, a small smile kicking up her lips at his determination and devotion.

“Couldn’t say no to you, could I? What will you be owning secretly next time?” She nips at him, planting her palms firmly against his midriff feeling the crispiness of his shirt underneath his jacket.

“A bakery shop ....?” He muses in the most pondering voice and she scoffs at him through pattering of giggles, “Suck it up Mr. Styles.”

“Hey! I know my prick’s huge but not tha’ much for me to suck it myself.”

Y/N chokes onto her own spit. Shaking her head at him.

“Your innocent employees knows how vulgar you’re?”

“Uhmm. Infact, She gets very hot hearin’ me like tha'.” He bobs his head grinning at her wickedly and she smacks his shoulder, “Harry!”

“Yeahhh! Tell everyone how good I make you feel babbbyy—....” Y/N clamps her hand around his mouth to muffle his lewd fake moaning.

“You’re so embarrassing.” She grumbles wiping his spit sticking to her palm down her skirt and spins around to head for the door expecting him to follow her.

“You don’t talk to boss like that!” He trails behind her, “Boss my ass!” She quips out a squeal looking around to make sure that nobody saw it when Harry slapped her bum.

“Boss someone’s ‘bout to get a pink ass.”

[tsukishumai]

Do I make you nervous? - Atsumu, Tsukishima, Sakusa

a/n: inspired by a tik tok (surprise surprise) but I can’t find the link pls ): it’s been forever since I’ve done some HCs, hope u enjoy <3

Atsumu doesn’t know how he got roped into an all-out prank war with you.

It’s a heated debate every time the two of you try to trace back its origins.

You said it was when he dropped a lizard on your head during lunch in your first year, but Atsumu claims he only did that because you spilled glitter in his gym bag. Although you swore up and down that was an accident, you would mention that the ‘glitter’ mishap happened after he told your crush that you still wet the bed. (Atsumu smiles at that memory fondly)

“He never talked to me again after you did that,” you grumbled while arranging your books in your locker.

Atsumu laughed from his spot next to you, leaning against the wall with one shoulder, hands shoved in his pockets. “Yeah, that was kind of the point.”

You scoffed, smirking to yourself before slamming your locker shut and facing Atsumu. “There are other ways to get a girls attention, you know. Bullying girls stopped being cool after grade school.”

Atsumu sputtered out, “Well, yer not exactly the easiest girl to approach, are ya?”

“Why?” You asked, suddenly taking a step – closing the distance between you two, “Do I make you nervous?”

Atsumu gulped, trying to ignore the fact that he can suddenly smell your shampoo, “Are ya dumb? Of course not.”

“Oh?” You reach out, and place a palm on his chest, “Then why is your heart beating so fast?”

Atsumu stopped breathing, cursing the fact that he could feel his pulse all the way up to his ears, and trying not to melt under your intense gaze.

Suddenly, you gave him a smack on the chest, bursting out laugh, as you turned to walk away.

“Get a grip, Tsumu!”

Atsumu clenched his fist, staying rooted in his spot as he tried to regain his composure.

“I’ll get ya back for that,” he called out, and you simply waved a hand.

He doesn’t know how he got roped into this prank war with you, but he’ll never admit the countless nights he’s spent plotting on just how he could grab your attention next.

“Let’s get this over with,” Tsukishima grumbled, marching his way over to the library. You struggled to keep up with him, his long legs giving him a much wider stride than you.

“Come on, Tsukki –“ “Don’t call me that.”

You rolled your eyes at his prickly attitude. Tsukishima was the last person on earth you’d want to be partnered with for this project – the resident grumpy cat of your class who has never so much as smiled in your direction no matter how hard you tried — yet the gods of fate had other plans for you.

But you were never one to dwell on your misfortunes, so you resolved to make this as pleasant as you possibly could.

“Can’t we at least get our work done at the café?” You asked, finally falling into step with him, “The library is so boring… so quiet.”

Tsukishima just rolled his eyes at you. “That’s exactly why the library is better. Less pressure to...” But Tsukishima stopped himself.

Your ears perked up at his choice of words, seeking an opportunity to give him a hard time.

“Less pressure?” You asked, fighting the smirk trying to make its way onto your lips, “Pressure for what?”

Tsukishima ignored you as he kept walking forward, but you’ve already sunk your claws into his words.

“Come on, Tsukishima, why won’t you go to the café with me,” You pouted, cutting off his path by standing directly in front of him, “Do I make you nervous?”

The way Tsukishima froze in front of you makes you think you’ve struck a nerve, but that thought was cut off when he closed the distance between you, your chest practically pressed against his.

“Do I make YOU nervous?”

Your tongue felt so dry in your mouth, you nearly choked. You didn’t back down, but you could practically see yourself shrinking with every second you spent under his intense scrutiny.

Tsukishima scoffed, stepping around you to continue his trek to the library, leaving you with your mouth hung open, and heart beating a thousand times per minute.

“Don’t ask stupid questions,” Tsukishima called out, hoping desperately you didn’t notice the blush that crept onto his face.

It’s been a long time since Itachiyama has had a manager, so you made sure to fulfill your duties correctly.

You showed up before everybody else, your notes were immaculate; you always had things done before anyone could even think to ask for it.

It was almost like you were made to be a volleyball team manager (Not really, you just wanted your college apps to look good)

So as much as possible, you tried to stay out of the way of one of the top three aces in the country. You gave him his water bottles, handed him his towels, but you never really tried to look him in the eye.

You weren’t sure why – you got along with the rest of the team just fine, but when Sakusa entered the room, the atmosphere always changed drastically. He had an air of dignity and refinement about him that you were absolutely sure you would just taint if you tried to approach him.

You didn’t think he’d notice, but actually it was you who didn’t notice – the way his eyes always followed you around the room, how he seems to try to give you a smile, but you always looked down at your feet, or how he used to always bring his own water bottles to practice, yet stopped so he could use the one you hand to him.

He’s tried to brush his fingers with yours as you hand him a towel, but you’d always just scurry off to another corner, where you’d laugh at a joke his captain said, while he stood to the side and wondered why you were ignoring him.

It was when the team went out to celebrate winning the Tokyo Qualifier match, and you sat down next to his cousin and actively looked at anywhere but him that Sakusa decided he’s had enough.

“Do you hate me?” He cornered you after practice once, and you nearly dropped the volleyballs you were trying to collect into the cart.

“What?” you asked, shocked and confused at the Sakusa’s sudden inquiry, “Why… why would you think that?”

“You talk to everybody but me,” he commented, noting the way you fidgeted in your spot and clutched to the volleyballs in your arms, “Do I make you nervous?”

You bit your lip, and looked down at your feet. “Honestly… you kind of do.”

Sakusa nodded, mulling over your words before taking the yellow and blue mikasa ball from your hands. “Don’t be.”

You weren’t exactly sure how to respond when he dropped the balls into the cart, and walked out of the gym without another word

“Komori,” you whisper-yelled to the libero that was watching from the corner, “What the hell was that??”

Komori snickered, staring at the spot that used to be occupied by his cousin. “I… think that means he likes you?”

[hikarimiyanaga]

how would the Dimitrescus(and Donna) react after finding out that their S/O is actually a God(maybe Thor and Loki's youngest sister) when both of them visit/scold us because they're worried after not hearing from us for so long #protectivebrothersmode

I didn't put any ship on my previous one since I had this on stand-by.

Am I getting faster writing on my phone? Maybe.

Do I still prefer physical keyboards? ALWAYS.

I still love writing this requests and crossovers.

1st Part

Alcina Dimitrescu / Lady Dimitrescu

You arrived at the Castle a year ago. Meaning it's been five years since you left your old world. You've been dating Alcina for over 6 months now. She just captured your attention when you arrived at the Castle and she attacked you. You weren't fazed, after all you were a Goddess.

Today was the day Hela was going to check in on you. You whip your phone out and go outside the castle. Hela answers and you could tell from her tone that she was nervous.

"Hela, why are you-? Did something happen?" You didn't want to go back but if there was an emergency situation then you would go. Gladly.

"No... Just both Thor and Loki are looking for you." You let that sink in for a few moments then you groan.

"Just tell them where I am. I'll wait for them." Hela agrees then you hang up. You look up at the sky and yawn as thunder can be heard from it.

"Miss Y/N. Are you going inside? I think there will be a storm." You shake your head at the Grand Chambermaid.

"There's no storm. That's just my brother." She tilts her head at your statement.

"Wha-" Just then a bolt of lightning strikes in the middle of the courtyard and Thor's figure emerges. You sigh.

"Hey, big brot-" You don't finish your greeting as you get attacked by Stormbreaker. You stop it with your hand. You grit your teeth. "Thor! What is-" Just then he strikes you with lightning. You shield yourself then hear the door behind you open. You knew that Alcina and her daughters have come out of the Castle.

"Y/N!? Who-" You lunge at Thor before he could even lay his eyes on Alcina. You notice for a split second that Loki is just watching on the sidelines and you growl. What is the meaning of this!?

"What is your problem!?" Thor holds out his hand and Stormbreaker comes to him.

"You! You are my problem!" He takes a step forward. "Why did you leave, Y/N? And why didn't you tell either me or Loki?" Now that pisses you off. They were both gone. Both you and Hela knew that they were alive, yes but shit their whereabouts? You absolutely had no idea. Were you worried? Of course, they were your brothers.

"Shut up!" The Earth rumbles as you shout. You hold out your hand and a sword forms. "You were both gone! You went to space! Loki travelled through time! So don't be a hypocrite!"

Thor stops at that but it was too late. You were already beginning your onslaught. He desperately defends himself from your vicious attacks.

You weren't the Goddess of War for no reason.

After wearing him out, you kick him over the edge. You hear his scream but knew that he was okay. You kick Stormbreaker in front of Loki who just smiles at you.

"Are you next?" He shakes his head and just goes to Alcina. You see Stormbreaker levitate so you hold out your hand as well. You knew Thor was trying to call it so you were trying to get him to you. The Stormbreaker stays in mid-air as Thor lands on the courtyard again. You stop your hold on the Stormbreaker so the ax hit Thor and he flew towards the gate.

Loki chuckles at your display. "You're really showing him, Y/N. Nice work." You glare at Loki who shrugs. You roll your eyes as you wait for Thor. "She really likes toying with him."

"And who exactly are you?" Alcina asks and Loki bows to her.

"I am Loki. God of Mischief and older brother of Y/N. The one she is fighting right now is also a brother of ours. The God of Thunder himself, Thor."

"I am Alcina Dimitrescu. One of the Four Lords of this Village." Loki nods then smiles at her.

"I am glad Y/N has found you, Lady Dimitrescu. It seems that she would do anything to protect you."

"What?"

"Earlier, if Thor had seen you, I would imagine he would strike you with lightning so Y/N lunged at him."

"Why would he strike me?" He chuckles.

"Because you are the only reason why my sister would stay here, no?"

Just then Thor lands in front of them and you were cracking your neck as you wield Stormbreaker.

"Thor, just stop this. We both know you can't win against Y/N." Thor scoffs at Loki then stands.

"I am her older brother! I can win!"

"Are you sure? Because she's kicking your ass right now and wielding your weapon." Thor splutters as you hold your fist out to Loki who bumps it with his own. You throw Stormbreaker in front of him.

"You're not even the King of Asgard anymore, brother. Give. It. Up." Thor sighs then nods. You roll your eyes then raise an eyebrow at him. "Now what in Father's name was that!? You see me then just attack me!? The fuck is wrong with you!?" He smiles then pats your head.

"I wanted to make sure you were okay." That should have calmed you down. But instead it pissed you off even more. Your eye twitch then you use Stormbreaker to strike him with lightning. It doesn't affect him but it did make you feel better.

After that, you introduce the both of them to Alcina who is shocked but is pushing it down because she needs to look composed in front of your family. They leave for the day, but remind you that they'll check in too. You remind them to do it yearly, not monthly.

When they leave, Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela immediately flock to you and ask you questions. You answer them.

At night, when you and Alcina were alone, you were nervous.

You never told her because you wanted to be treated as a normal human, not a Goddess that can either make or destroy stuff... which you can do but still.

"I'm really sorry." You say before she can even open her mouth. "I know I never told you, and I'm really sorry for that." You sigh. "I'm just so sick of being treated like I'm above others when... I just wanted to be treated like a normal person, that-" She doesn't let you finish as she kisses you. You blush as she smiles at you.

"So you're literally a Goddess." She purrs and you gulp. "I knew you were beautiful inside and out." She whispers and you shiver.

Did you let her sleep at all that night? No.

Donna Beneviento

You were with Donna when Hela had called. She even greeted Donna. It's been a year since you started dating her after all.

You and Donna were having tea when you heard a familiar sound. Thunder. You excuse yourself from Donna and she raises an eyebrow as you go outside. Angie follows you.

"Y/N! Why are you going outside?? Is it gonna rain??" You groan as you look back at Angie.

"No. But someone is coming." She tilts her head at you.

"Who??" You sigh as Thor and Loki land in front of you.

"My brothers." Angie looks at them with shock as you walk up to them.

"Y/N! Long time no see!" Thor hugs you and you free yourself from his grip.

"Got it, Thor! No need to squeeze! Damn it!"

"Y/N." Loki hugs you briefly and you smile at him. Donna opens the door and you three look at her.

"Y/N?" Thor pulls you behind him and you can't help but groan. Their overprotectiveness is showing again. "Who is this?" You quickly get in front of Donna and stop your brothers from doing anything.

"She's Donna Beneviento. She's my girlfriend." They look at each other then relax. You let them meet her.

When they both leave, both Donna and Angie look at you. You grin at them.

"Surprise?" Angie smacks you while Donna just holds your hand.

"TELL US NEXT TIME!" You agree then laugh as you get inside the house.

Bela Dimitrescu

You were just walking around the village with Bela when you hear the familiar sound of Thunder. You look up then groan.

"How the heck did they find me?" You hadn't even told Hela where you were. You pull Bela behind you as Thor and Loki lands in front of you.

"Y/N!" Thor tackles you so you push Bela out of the way. You land with a thud since your brother's strength is no joke. Loki looks at Bela and tilts his head.

"My, my Y/N." You look at Loki who is now helping Bela stand. "Control your powers, will you?" You blast Thor with said powers and fuss over Bela. She assures you that she's fine then you apologize profusely.

"Y/N?" You ignore Thor's call as he dusts himself off. "Who is that?" You sigh then turn to him at that. Right. Not even Hela knows who Bela is yet. Your relationship with her is new, after all.

"She's Bela Dimitrescu... I am currently courting her." You try to break it to them softly as the two can get very protective of you.

"Courting! Ah! Congratulations!" Thor pats your back and you endure through it while Loki just nods with a knowing smile.

You promise the both of them to check in once in a while and they both leave with a promise to get to know Bela better.

When they left, you feel Bela pinch you and you explain what you are... you know, a Goddess.

She squeals then drags you back to the Castle so you could tell her more.

Cassandra Dimitrescu

You were sleeping with Cassandra outside on the courtyard so you don't even notice the sound of thunder from the sky.

Thor and Loki lands and you were still sound asleep... with another girl besides you.

Their voices were loud though so you rub your eyes open then see them still half-asleep. You smile as you sit and even Cassandra stirs awake.

"Thor! Loki! Morning." They both chuckle at you.

"I think it's already afternoon, Y/N." You shrug.

"What are you both doing here? Am I dreaming?" Thor laughs as Loki chuckles at you.

"We heard from Hela where you were... And since we haven't seen you in a long time.."

"You came to visit!? Nice!" You stand just as Cassandra sits on the spot you were both sleeping on.

"Y/N?" She asks and you turn to her with a smile.

"Cass. Morning." You kiss her and she smiles. "These two are my brothers." You gesture to Thor and Loki.

"I am Thor! God of Thunder." Cassandra stops at that then looks at you.

"And I am Loki. God of Mischief." Loki bows and she glares at you.

"Uhhh. Surprise??" She rolls her eyes then stands to introduce herself to them.

You all talked before your two brothers left.

Cassandra ignored you for the rest of the day. She doesn't like secrets and she would rather you tell her everything.

You spend the next few weeks, making it up to her. You just really hope she forgives you.

She does and you tell her everything about who you really are.

Daniela Dimitrescu

You were at the library with Daniela. She was telling you all about her favorite novels while you take notes in your mind so you would know what book you should get her.

When all of a sudden you hear a loud thunder. You tried to ignore it but your gut says otherwise. You excuse yourself then go outside and sure enough Thor and Loki were there. They were ready to attack Lady Alcina who was the first one to hear them, you guess.

You quickly go in front of her by jumping from the second floor. Thor stops at the sight of you and he hugs you. Daniela gets curious and looks from the second floor. She quickly gets down when she sees Thor hugging you.

You push him back and sigh.

"What are you both doing here?" They look at each other and was about to answer when a swarm of flies tackles you. You don't fall down but Daniela materializes behind you.

You look at her and she was glaring at Thor. She must be jealous. So you introduce them to her and Lady Alcina. They look at each other. You have brothers??

Thor laughs loudly as he roughly pats your back, singing praises of your 'adventures' as the Goddess of Water.

Adventures he exaggerated that's for sure.

You groan and promise to talk to them if they leave now. They both nod and remind that they'll check in as well.

You nod in defeat and sigh in relief when they left. You look back and see Daniela glaring at you while Alcina just smiles and gets inside.

You tell Daniela why and what you didn't tell her.

After that, you spend days and days, recalling everything from your adventures.

And spend every day right by her side.

A/N:

I- Can you guys guess who is my favorite?

Is it hard?

I am loving this ex-avenger/Goddess scenario. I think I'm going to write more on this.

Comments and thoughts are always welcome!

Thank you for reading!

If you can, please buy me a coffee.

[tennessoui]

would you ever do a hunger games au? like anakin and obi-wan in the arena and doing a katniss and peeta thing where they both survive? anakin maybe killing the competitors so obi-wan wouldn't have to? (just thinking that child killing is in character for him) anyway no pressure or anything I just haven't stopped thinking about a hunger games au of obikin and. I thought maybe you could do something with it!

i need you to know i shamefully snorted at the child murder thing i'm sorry and i'm also sorry this took so long and it's a bit all over the place and doesn't actually get into the Games at all (+ it's been years since I read the books so all inaccuracies should be tastefully ignored pls) this may not be what you asked for tbh but here you go!!

(content warnings: hunger games typical discussion of child murder, but nothing graphic)

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Anakin’s first emotion after his name is called is a strange sense of relief.

Good, he thinks. I’ll get to go with Obi-Wan. He won’t be alone.

He dutifully steps forward out of the crowd towards the stage, where the announcer is waiting next to Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan who is looking at him with an expression of naked devastation.

Anakin tries to convey that it’ll be alright, that it’s fine, that they knew this was a possibility. Sure, it’s Anakin’s last year eligible to be in the Games. Sure his nineteenth birthday is in two weeks, at which point he would become too old to qualify as a child to the Capitol, but what’s done is done.

Obi-Wan will be his mentor, because Obi-Wan has been the mentor for District Four ever since he won his own Games seven years ago when he was sixteen and Anakin was twelve.

That year’s known unofficially as the most boring Games in Panem history, but the Capitol loves how handsome Obi-Wan’s grown to be. So what if he didn’t kill his competitors messily or with a bloodthirsty joy? He’s so polite in his interviews all these years later, and look at those dimples!

It makes Anakin sick, every time Obi-Wan has to leave District Four and travel to the Capitol to be fawned over and stroked and used. His nightmares are always worse the weeks after he gets back, and he never lets Anakin hold him during them.

And it’s even worse during the actual Games, when Obi-Wan is put in charge of two children’s lives only to see them brutally murdered on screen a week later. The cameras always show his reaction when the competitors from District Four die. They must think he cries pretty or something.

Anakin hates the Capitol. He hates them for what they’ve done to Obi-Wan. What they’ve made him into

As he gets close enough to the stage, he notices that Obi-Wan’s hands are shaking slightly.

He doesn’t even listen to the name of the girl being called. She’s not important. She’ll be dead in a few days time. What’s important is Obi-Wan. What’s important is comforting him, is reassuring him. Is coming back to him.

This is the moment when Anakin resolves that these Games will become known as the quickest in history.

---

The girl is understandably sullen and upset on the train. “I should get a different mentor!” she demands. “It’s obvious you’re going to play favorites with him.”

Anakin doesn’t snap back because she’ll be dead in a few days. Though she really shouldn’t use that tone with Obi-Wan.

“I’m not playing favorites,” Obi-Wan insists. “I don’t have favorites.”

“You literally just wiped sauce off his mouth with your finger,” the girl points out. “And then he licked it!”

Anakin smirks at her. Of course Obi-Wan has favorites. Of course Anakin is Obi-Wan’s favorite. It took him years to wear down Obi-Wan until he allowed him this close, and years after that until he finally got to kiss him for the first time, just a few months ago.

If she thinks he’s going to give up any of his Obi-Wan time so she can get her hopes up about not dying in a few days, she’s got another thing coming.

But Obi-Wan shifts away from him and he looks guilty.

If Anakin could get away with killing the other person from his district, he would. But it’d probably make Obi-Wan sad.

“Is whining part of your strategy?” he asks waspishly instead. “I don’t think it’ll make you many allies.”

She has the nerve to look offended.

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan chides. Underneath the table, he squeezes his knee.

“Everyone in the district knows about you two,” she glares at him. “You haven’t exactly kept it a secret.”

Anakin hasn’t exactly tried to keep it a secret. The first night Obi-Wan had kissed him, he went straight home and told his mother, his neighbor, his schoolmates, his cat, and his ex-girlfriend.

(No one had been surprised, except maybe the cat.)

“It’s not fair,” she cries. “Who can I talk to to get a different mentor for me?”

“The ethics board,” Anakin smiles, all teeth, settling back into his seat and slinging an arm around Obi-Wan’s shoulders.

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan says again, this time more exasperatedly. “Robin, I promise I will be the best mentor you can ask for. It is my wish to see you survive as long as possible in the next few weeks.”

The girl jumps to her feet in outrage. “You can’t even say you want me to win!” she yells. There are tears at the corners of her eyes. If she were a little less annoying, Anakin would feel quite bad for her. Obviously Obi-Wan doesn’t want her to win. Anakin’s right here.

She storms out of the train compartment, her face in her hands. Anakin barely waits for the door to close before he’s slipping into Obi-Wan’s lap and throwing his arms around his neck with a groan. “God, I thought she’d never leave.”

He isn’t pushed away. Obi-Wan must realize they only have a handful of days left to be together before he goes into the arena.

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan says wearily, even as his arms encircle his waist.

Anakin presses a kiss to his nose and then another to his cheek. “It’s alright to have favorites, Obi-Wan,” he murmurs. “And she should know there’s no way she’s winning anything. Don’t waste your time.”

“I will do everything I can to make sure she survives as long as possible,” Obi-Wan repeats. “I don’t think I can survive anything else.”

Obi-Wan’s voice sounds shaky, so Anakin presses their lips together. Best not to talk for awhile.

------

“We should discuss strategy,” Obi-Wan says later that night through frantic kisses. “Sponsors, story, training--”

“I have a strategy,” Anakin murmurs back as he moves further down the bed, rucking up his partner’s shirt. “Win.”

----

“You look absolutely radiant,” Anakin tells the girl in an undertone while they’re in line for their interviews. She turns around to glare at him. The designer for their district has gone for the typical fish designs that people always associate with District Four, and they’ve dressed her up in a shimmering iridescent gown that flares at the ends like a fish’s tail.

Anakin’s own outfit is mostly a fishing net draped over one shoulder and a pair of tight pants. The designer, much to Obi-Wan’s embarrassment and Anakin’s satisfaction, had taken one look at his shirtless chest and decided to dress him in as little clothes as possible.

“Weird braid,” is all she says.

Obi-Wan had done it late last night when both of them had tired each other out and Anakin had curled up on his chest. After his Games, Obi-Wan’s hands like to do something. The repetitive motion of braiding and unbraiding Anakin’s hair soothes his demons.

It’s one of the reasons Anakin’s grown it out to his shoulders, much longer than is practical for his district.

Obi-Wan had gone to unbraid it, and Anakin had stopped him. He wanted to keep it. To wear it into the Games.

“Thank you,” he says generously. “I saw your score. 7’s not too bad.”

She sneers at him. “Did you celebrate your 11 with your boyfriend?”

“Oh sorry,” he winces. “Did you hear us? I’m just so bad at biting my tongue when he does this thing with his.”

She scoffs in disgust and turns back around. “I hope he has to watch you die.”

Anakin glares at her back. He knows he can’t kill her himself. But there has to be a way to hurt her and her chances and still have plausible deniability.

When it’s her turn for an interview, she’s vapid and pretty. She laughs and touches the interviewer’s arm.

“I’ve never spent much time in District Four,” the interviewer says jovially. “But tell me, really. Is everyone there as beautiful as the people you keep sending us? I mean. Obi-Wan Kenobi, ladies and gentlemen, am I right?” The audience laughs and hollers. Anakin hates them all. “And now you, Robin, and Anakin Skywalker. Damn!”

Robin--Anakin needs to stop forgetting her name--giggles high in her throat. “It was a very, very enjoyable train ride up,” she says with a stupid wiggle of her eyebrows. “Just this side of too long.”

The audience loses it.

Anakin loses it.

He can’t believe she’s sitting there publicly suggesting that Anakin shares Obi-Wan with anyone. With her. The nerve.

The camera pans to Obi-Wan in the crowd, who looks shocked, embarrassed, and deeply troubled.

Anakin won’t let this stand. He just hopes Obi-Wan forgives him.

The interviewer greets him excitedly when he walks out, and Anakin gives him a sheepish sort of smile.

“Lady killer Skywalker!” the interviewer says. Anakin laughs along with him. “All the girls back home must have been heartbroken to see you leave.”

“But I’ve heard they love watching me go,” he jokes with a charming smile. If that girl--Robin--can do it, he can do it much better. “There’s really only one person for me though,” he murmurs, letting his smile die.

“Oh?” The interviewer asks, leaning forward with interest.

“But sometimes I wonder if they’re only using me for my body,” he says, casting his eyes down. “I love them. Heart and soul, everything I am. But when I told them, they just laughed.”

This is technically true. The first time Anakin had told Obi-Wan that he was in love with him, the older boy had laughed his confession off, saying he was too young to know what he wanted.

“Oh, to be young and in love,” the interviewer sighs theatrically. “So your plan is to win the Games and then win her heart when you get back home?”

Anakin makes himself look sad. Tragically sad. Like he can’t bear to go on.

“They came with me,” he says.

If the audience’s reaction to Robin’s fake confession was huge, its reaction to Anakin’s words is even bigger. Of course they think he’s talking about the girl. That’s exactly what Anakin had wanted. Now he’s the broken-hearted boy and she’s the vapid, self-absorbed bitch. She'll have a hard time finding sponsors now.

It’s very, very hard to hide his smile, a task made exponentially more hard when he sees Obi-Wan bury his face in his hands.

“It’s alright,” Anakin tells the interviewer, without taking his eyes off of Obi-Wan. “I’ll survive.”

[gojology]

— Gojo and Nanami | Their Insecurities

pairing : insecure gojo x gender neutral reader, insecure nanami x gender neutral reader warnings : unedited, probably some misspellings, maybe some cursing, i probably dont make sense at all wordcount : 1703 a/n : this is so bad dear god please forgive me for deeming this as content

GOJO SATORU ‧₊˚✩彡.

☆ Gojo’s insecure about his lack of bodyhair. His lack of facial hair and arm hair worries him. Being babyfaced wasn’t something positive in his eyes- no, he wishes he was physically more masculine.

   Your eyes meet his, the sun rays bathing both of you in an orange filtered light. His mouth is slightly opened, skin flush to the touch. After a night of intimacy, your ready for another round, pushing your palm towards his forehead. “Good morning, Satoru.” you say, voice slightly wavering even in the most private presence, without the formalities and what not, he’s surprisingly normal, and it’s taken you a bit to adjust to that. He’s warm, but it’s the good kind of warm, and it shows on his silly, dopey smile.

    You guess it wasn’t the time for more sex, so you resist your urges, directing the energy to something else.

    Gradually, your palms find themselves on his cheeks, and you pinch them slightly, giving him a look you hope is loving- because you really do mean it. Your rest assured, as the curve to his swollen lips grew even wider. The sounds of bird chirped as your fingers danced across his jawline, finally at your final stop, his chin. 

    You tip his chin up, and sure enough, hickeys are adorning his neck. A feeling of joy and honor fills you for a brief second, you were the one that was allowed to see him vulnerable, given the pass into his locked up heart. He finally breaks the silence between the two of you, pushing away your slack hand delicately. 

    It’s peculiar, there’s a tremble to his lips, like he’s scared, or about to burst into a fit of tears. You think it should be the other way around, but here you were, arms held close to your chest, looking at him with a mixture of curiosity and anticipation, bated breath preventing you from questioning the sudden change in tone. 

    “Hey, um, Y/N, weird ass question, but, am I hairy? Like, wooly mammoth hairy?” 

    You can’t tell if it’s sarcasm or not.

    Trying not to make a face, you shrug your shoulders. “Well, I mean, not really. You’re actually pretty nonhairy, in terms of uh... The average-” you pause, realizing how drastically his face fell. “-But I do like non-hairy guys! Who would wanna date a wooly mammoth anyways? Hey, baby..” you coo, giving him a tiny peck on the cheek, fluttering your eyelashes.     “What’s this about? Hey, you know, you can just be straightforward with me, I don’t mind.” 

    He doesn’t take a moment of hesitation, exasperatedly blurting out, “Does my lack of.. Hair, bother you?” but it seems he regrets it, your cheeks puffing up, stifling a giggle. Yet, he maintains the bone-chilling eye contact, his eyes are as vivid as ever, so blue it looked like the entrance to heaven. Your immediately lulled, whatever he was going to say was definitely urgent.

    “W-What? Are you being serious?” covering your mouth, your voice is muffled, but his face looks absolutely terrified, and you relish in how funny he looked. It wasn’t everyday that he was genuinely frightened, well, maybe he didn’t show it often.    “Of course not! Why would I be even remotely worried about bodyhair when I have something way more eye-catching in front of me?”

    The shock turns into a sheepish smile, returning for a second time, your heart melting instantly. He takes a long, deep breath, exhaling the tension away, tugging at the covers to go over his chest. You hadn’t realized that he had stolen more than half of the blanket for himself, but you don’t make a fuss about it. 

    For all the weight he carried on his sagging shoulders, you’re sure the warmth is appreciated. 

NANAMI KENTO ‧₊˚✩彡.

☆ Nanami thinks he’s a boring person, through and through. Outside of work, he doesn’t see why anyone would want him. Some days, he wonders if he should pick up on Gojo’s personality, telling jokes and being sarcastic and what not.

   The fine, white porcelain Nanami had gifted you was beautiful, to say the least. Nanami frequently shone it until it glimmered in the light, wiping any smudge or speck of dirt that dared to get on his beloved tea set that he gifted to you a few months prior. Gold trim, alongside depictions of birds fluttering about, and your favorite flowers. It’s perfect for you, and that’s why he had gotten it. His eyes had instantly brightened, picturing your beaming face as you served the two of you some tea.

   But he wonders, would you be happier if he perhaps gifted you something more up to date in comparison to the porcelain? He had enough money to buy you the world, bags, jewelry, he’d often used to hear stories of his co-workers giving their wives expensive, well, anything, and they’d be over the moon. A sudden realization grew inside of him at the thought of this:    

   Was he too out-of-date?    

   The thought went rampant in his usually collected mind, twisting and turning at night, only the sound of you, deep in sleep, could calm the troubled man down. As a consequence to his overthinking, he got little to no rest, and if he got little to no rest, his eyebags would turn their ugly, sneering faces in his direction.

     And so, as he’s baking tea cakes to go along with the afternoon tea the two of you would routinely drink, he’s going deep into depth of himself. He’s a good worker, good at...

     What was he good at? Aside from work, he can’t see why he’d be of use. Nanami acknowledges he’s stoic, which may be good in some cases, but often, everyone runs away from him because he appears as scary with those cold, calculating eyes. As opposed to Gojo, everyone enjoyed how lenient of a teacher he was. Well, Nanami isn’t sure on that, maybe aside from Megumi, Nobara, and Yuuji, everyone hated that. Regardless, him and Gojo don’t share something in common.

     Gojo has humor, and he doesn’t. 

     So why did you like him? 

     Nanami’s subconsciously drumming his long, bony fingers against the counter, eyes studying the ceiling like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do. Steadily, an acrid smell completely overwhelmed your senses- now, you’re hacking into your arm, and finally, Nanami comes back to Earth. 

     He blinks a few times, like he’s drinking in his surroundings, before he realizes the tea cakes are completely burning into a crisp.

Now, he’s on heightened alert, yanking open the handle to the oven and fanning out the flames with a random oven mitt he had hastily grabbed for. Beads of sweat are developing on his skin, before finally, you rush in, still hacking up a storm with a large pot of freezing water in your shaking hands.

     Nanami curses himself for ever appearing as informal, but then he remembers he’s infront of his significant other, he didn’t have to put on an act. His face relaxes, and he opens his mouth to speak, to apologize, but he’s paused- by you. You raise your palm up at him, the other hand opening up a window looking over the garden.

      “Nana.” he freezes completely, the affectionate nickname was specially reserved for confrontations like this. You spoke softly, which, for some reason, was significantly worse than you screaming into his ear. Your eyes follow suit, staring at his collar, loosening his tie. He winces, but Nanami’s not sure why he does. You had touched him millions of times, so why was it now that he didn’t accept it?

     “Yes, my love?” he finally breathes out, wrapping a strong, gentle arm around your waist just loosely. You place your thumb just below his lower lip, your index finger rubbing his plush lips all at the same time. The exchange is purely affectionate, yet, he’s still tense. 

    “What has gotten into you?” you murmur. 

    “I- Nothing, darling, I’ll bake another-” 

    “No.” is all you say before you grab him by the chin, unwavering. Usually, those piercing eyes of his are emotionless, something shocking. The eyes are the gateway to the soul, so why is it that it’s blocked off? But you guess it wasn’t the case here, he stared back with the same level of intensity, fear and peculiarity. You stay in that position for a little, savoring just how much you must mean to him, it wasn’t everyday he was vulnerable and let you inside.      Your breathing is heavy, eyelids heavy as well due to his routinely ruckus every night, but you’re determined to erase any trace there was left of that.       You kiss him. It’s sloppy, yet chaste. A fight for dominance usually occurs between the two of you, and almost routinely, Nanami wins, but this time, he lets you do the work. 

   Your lips never once trail away from his own. Heavy breathing through nostrils, hands roaming where it shouldn’t at such an early time, but who gave a fuck about the rules? It wasn’t a workplace, and you’d never let it be one. He clings onto your figure, you savor his muscular physique. Not once do his hands not roam, your flesh was his, and his was yours. 

    Finally, you pull away, heat rising to your cheeks, tears are beginning to dawn on your glassy eyes. “I’ve listened to you roll around in bed every night, mumbling shit about how you don’t see why I’d want you. You better donate your eyes and brain to charity right now.” 

   This wasn’t the reaction, or beatdown he was expecting. He flinches at the vivid image he got of you gouging out his eyeballs. “...Why must I do that? 

   “Because, you don’t use them, obviously. If you took a fucking second of your life to look deeper into your personality below the surface level, you’d see how fucking amazing you are and I love you for that.” 

   Shaking your head furiously, you shush him up yet again when he finally decides to speak up, tears are beginning to spill down your cheeks. “Shut up, Nana. Shut. Up.” pulling him in for another kiss, your hands grabbing at his shoulder like he was going to let go. 

   But he never did. 

[waka-chan-out]

for the mini event: 23 and atsumu please! congrats on 300 you deserve every one of them!

300 Follower Event

Miya Atsumu

Prompt 23: “Wanna make a bet?”

this fic was part of my 300 follower event. check out the rest of the submissions here.

post-timeskip, obviously.

word count: 1.5k

content warnings: established relationship, gamer!atsumu, teasing, hand job, blowjob, atsumu miya continues to be a stubborn bastard and i love him for it

thank you so much anon 🥺 that’s so sweet of you to say. i’m sorry this took a while to write, but i hope you enjoy :)

“I’m telling ya, you’re not gonna beat me.”

“Yeah?” you said, then shoved at Atsumu’s arm. His cart on the screen went flying off of the road and he yelled in frustration.

“You’re cheating’!”

“Street rules, ‘Tsumu. Anything goes.”

“Physical violence wasn’t part of the deal.” He slowly gained speed as you crossed the finish line. You smiled as the screen scrolled through highlights of Atsumu falling off the map and getting hit.

He let out a frustrated groan and jumped on you, pinning you against his couch.

“I don’t like playin’ with you.”

“Why? Cause you lose?”

“A little.”

You ruffled his hair and he buried his face into your chest. He let out another groan, then propped his chin up on your sternum.

“I’ve got an idea.”

“Yeah? What’s your idea?”

He grinned.

“Wanna make a bet?”

You carded a hand through his hair.

“What’s the bet?” you asked.

“We play another three tracks. Whoever wins gets to be in charge.”

“In charge of what?”

He smirked.

“You know what.”

You raised your eyebrows.

“Can I distract you?” you asked.

“Yes, but I’m going to do the same. And you aren’t allowed to interfere with what the other person is doing. Offense only. No defense.”

“Oh, easy. I’m winning.”

He pushed himself off of you and braced his arms on either side of your head.

“How can you be so confident about this?”

“Because I’m very good at this and you aren’t. I’m going to win.”

“I wouldn’t be too sure about that, sweetheart,” he said. He ran a large hand up your side to gently squeeze around your neck. “I’ve got some tricks up my sleeve.”

You smiled.

“Prove it.”

He rolled his eyes and sat up.

“I will. Don’t cry when ya lose.”

“I don’t think I need to be the one worried about that, ‘Tsumu.”

“Shut up and let me start the game.”

You settled next to him as he opened up the game.

“What track are we playin?” he asked. You leaned over and placed a hand on his inner thigh.

“I don’t care. You choose.”

He glanced at you out of the corner of his eye.

“It’s cheatin’ to start early.”

“Says who?” You sat up on your knees and leaned in, placing a few quick kisses on his neck.

“You’re a pain,” he grumbled.

“You made the deal, babe. Now pick your stupid character.”

He grinned and you groaned.

“Not Waluigi this time!”

“What? I always play him.” He laughed to himself. “Scared the shit out of ‘Samu when we were little.”

“Fine. Remember that when you have to listen to his defeated yells.”

“So competitive. Are you going to be a sore loser when I kick yer ass?”

“You seem confident, babe, but the game is about to start and you haven’t even picked up your remote.”

“Shit!”

Atsumu scrambled to begin as you pulled ahead immediately, laughing as you went.

He shoved you a few times and managed to knock you off of the track once, but you maintained a comfortable lead.

“I don’t think I thought this through,” Atsumu said.

“Why’s that?”

“I can’t do anything while I’m playing besides push you around a little.”

You smiled to yourself and took your hand off of your controller.

“Are you sure about that?”

“I need two hands to play, stupid.”

You grinned and set your hand between his legs.

“Are you sure about that?”

“Jokes on you, now I’m gonna win,” he said. You began to rub him with your hand. He took a deep breath. “Keep that up and you’ll fall off the track.” You laughed.

“I don’t think I’m the one who needs to worry about that.” You steered with one hand and continued moving your hand against him. You could feel him getting hard quickly. He always was eager about this kind of thing. Your palm kept consistent pressure on him while your fingers shifted, touching him everywhere you could. He swore and leaned forward, like he was trying to speed up his cart with his mind.

“How the hell am I still behind you?” he said. You smiled and tilted the remote to go around a curve.

“I’m incredibly talented. Give up yet?”

“Absolutely not.” He cursed and fell off the track. You laughed as you rounded the curve to the finish line. He threw up his hands in disbelief and yelled. “How do you do this?”

You set your remote down in your lap and laid a kiss on his shoulder.

“I told you you weren’t going to win.”

“Bullshit. I’ve got you in the next two.”

“Sure you do, babe.” You reached over into his lap and started to unbutton his pants.

“Woah, what’s up?” he said, catching your wrist. You sat up so your eyes were level with his.

“No defense, Miya.”

His face screwed up into a frown and he moved his hand away. You finished undoing his pants and pulled down the front of his boxers.

“Doesn’t this feel like cheating?” he asked. You shook your head and licked your hand. He took a deep breath. “Not at all. You decided on a game. I’m just playing.” You wrapped your hand around him. He swore and made a frustrated face.

“Fuck you. Now I have to win.”

“Good luck with that.” You repositioned the remote in your other hand as the next race started.

Atsumu had a significantly harder time with this track. He ran into wall after wall and fell off the map repeatedly, all while trying to hold in small gasps as you slowly pumped his cock. You did as well as you could while having to keep a steady pace between his legs. It was so fun to watch him squirm, to see his thighs trying to close but realizing that wouldn’t help at all.

You passed the finish line first and pulled your hand away. He gasped at the lack of contact and turned to face you with frustration in his eyes. He opened his mouth to speak, but you cut him off.

“Before you say anything.” You held your hand up between you. “I have a proposal.” He raised his eyebrows.

“What is it?”

“We play an all-or-nothing round.”

He leaned away from you, unsure.

“What’s the catch?”

“New rules. I try to distract you. If you can win against the computer, you win the bet. You don’t, you lose.”

“You’re not playin?”

“Close your eyes.” You avoided the question and he hesitantly complied. You adjusted the settings and handed the controller back to him. “Go ahead and choose the track you’re best at.” He frowned and did as you asked. For the first time in a long time, Atsumu looked nervous.

“Comfortable?” you asked.

“I guess so.”

“Good.” You slid off the couch and settled between his legs.

“You’re kiddin’ me, right?”

“Start the race or I’ll accept my win.”

He inhaled deeply and pressed start. As the countdown began, you wrapped your lips around the head of his cock.

He inhaled shakily and began steering over your head. You closed your eyes and ignored the obnoxious sounds of music and rotating boxes. You didn’t hesitate in setting a quick pace, your lips making lewd noises as you moved. He tried to hold back and pretend it didn’t affect him, but when you ran your tongue around the head again he let out a quiet sound and his character nearly stopped moving.

You had to stop yourself from smiling as you continued, moving your mouth and tongue exactly the way he liked it and hearing him respond as unenthusiastically as he could. You’d never seen him so stubborn, so determined to not show how you affected him.

“Almost . . . done,” he groaned. You quickened your pace, just enough to throw him off. His hand fell from the remote into your hair and tugged slightly. You hollowed out your cheeks and his grip tightened. You were starting to think he might finish until you heard the familiar sound of the race ending. You pulled off of him and wiped your mouth. He stared down at you with pink cheeks and glazed over eyes.

“How’d you do?” you asked. He shook his head lazily like even he didn’t know. You turned around and looked at the screen. You smiled. “First place?”

He ran a hand through his hair.

“Pretty good for a guy gettin’ head.”

You smiled and kissed his leg.

“I have to agree with that.”

You moved upwards and straddled him.

“I think I’m okay accepting your win.”

His brows raised. He looked genuinely shocked.

“Are ya serious?”

You pressed a short but heated kiss against his lips. His hands settled on your hips. You pulled back and smiled.

“You won, didn’t you?” You leaned in so your lips were barely brushing his ear. “Now have your way with me.”

“Oh, fuck,” he whispered. He looped an arm around your waist and threw you down on the couch, following close behind.

You didn’t tell him you had adjusted all the settings to easy.