#next time cute awkward dorks

[killerlookz]

Olive Green Couch | Spencer Reid

description: when your best friend drags you to a party to meet a boy she's been fawning over, you find yourself completely bored and unimpressed- good thing you've stumbled upon a strikingly handsome (yet awkward) young graduate student named Spencer who seems equally as unhappy to be there to share your misery with.

pairing: grad school! spencer reid x f! reader

content: uhh mostly fluff, drinking, reader is described as wearing a mini skirt and wearing high heels.

word count: 4,242

If I have to hear one more Weezer song I'm going to be sick. You think as the slow drums of Undone pour out over an all too expensive speaker system for a frat house.

The MIT frats were nothing like you experienced before, they were- for lack of a better term- a complete and utter sausage party. You can't remember the last time you'd seen this many men in a single room. If you weren't so bored maybe you would appreciate this as a reprieve from the usual maintaining "ratio" of the state school frat parties you'd been to. But even now you'd prefer that if it meant you wouldn't have to deal with another sloppily drunk man explaining the plot of The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy to you. Rich, pretentious, too smart for his own good MIT frat guy or dude-bro, alpha male, business major state school frat guy- it didn't matter; they were the same side of the same misogynistic coin.

You look down at the shot-glass sized solo cup in your hand, staring at the clear liquid inside. Maybe just one more shot and you'd finally start to enjoy the state you were in. You hoped maybe six shots would be the perfect number of drunk to enjoy yourself. You screw your eyes shut and throw back your head as you lift the cup to your mouth. The cheap vodka burns the second it touches your tongue, and you wince as you feel it travel down your throat and to your stomach. Your body shivers involuntarily as the warmth in your belly grows.

You face forward again, looking across the living room for your best friend- the one who dragged you here in the first place. You had suggested bar hopping or trying to get into a club, you didn't buy her a fake ID for no reason. But she insisted on coming here instead. Here- to this sweaty house filled with... well... dorks. She came here looking for some guy- Michael... Matthew... Miles.... shit, you couldn't remember. It didn't matter, you were here now, and she had ditched you to fend for yourself.

You take a step forward and all the alcohol you had drank prior seems to hit you a once, "Woah" You can't help but say out-loud as you catch your balance and wait for the room to stop spinning.

You take a few more wobbly steps forward before acclimating to your new, tipsy state. You make your way through the dimly lit house, trying to find your friend amongst the crowd and rowdy conversations. Observing the bodies that populated the house you suddenly felt insecure, and insanely overdressed- why was everyone wearing jeans and a t-shirt? Maybe a mini skirt was the wrong choice for tonight.

You make your way to a back room of the house, occupied by maybe only 10 people by your inebriated brain's estimate. There's an ugly looking olive green couch in the middle of the room- it' had obviously been through a lot but and you hated to imagine what had happened on that couch over the years, but right now it looked like the most comfortable thing in the world. You walk over and plop yourself over onto the couch, the cushions having a lot less give than you expected.

The beginning riff of Someday by The Strokes plays just outside of the room, and you groan- turning to the guy who you had just realized was sitting next to you.

"Do you know who's Dj-ing this fucking thing- can you tell them to play some Britney or something?" The words fall off your tongue, sloppily.

The boy sitting next to you turns to look at you, a confused look drawn upon his face, "Huh- me?"

Shit. He's kind of cute- In a dorky sort of way. His brown hair is perfectly unkempt, and small curls form at the back of his neck. His jawline is sharp, and his hollow cheeks accentuate his prominent cheek bones. His eyes are dark, and he looks a like he hasn't slept in years- you figured with the workload MIT students probably have- it would make sense if he actually hadn't slept since getting there. Truth be told, all things combined he looked a little sickly- he was obviously lanky maybe scrawny was a better word- his button up shirt seemed a little ill-fitted for his body, and his tie poorly tied. Still- you couldn't help but notice he was hot. The first hot guy you'd seen all night.

"Yes, you, pretty boy." You smirk.

His face reads as even more confused upon your clarification.

"Oh um," He looks down at the half-drunken beer that sits between his legs, shakes his head before looking back up at you, "I-uh I don't know the DJ, and I- um, also don't know who Britney is." He responds, a small nervous tremble in his voice.

"Spears?" You let out a small laugh, "You know like- Hit Me Baby One More Time." You half sing.

"Oh-" He looks off to the side, "No" he faces you again.

"Go figure," You scoff, still, keeping a smile on your face. "Say- are you in this frat?"

He shakes his head, "Oh- no, I'm a grad student."

"A grad student?" You respond, your eyes widen in shock no shot the man you were looking at right now was any older than you. "How old are you?"

"21" He responds, almost nonchalantly- like it wasn't some insane feat. "Well," He clarifies, "I'm actually in my third graduate program, I already have a PhD in mathematics and chemistry, from Cal Tech. I'm working on my engineering one now."

"Jesus," You smile, "So what, you're like some sort of genius, huh?"

"Well, I don't believe that intelligence can be accurately quantified- but I do have an IQ of 187, and an eidetic memory, and can read twenty thousand words per-minute."

You stare at him in awe for a moment, "So, a you are a genius?"

He gives you a small smile in response, "Yeah- I guess." He nods.

You're suddenly intrigued, only twenty-one years old and already a doctor twice over.

"So what brings you here Doctor...uh..."

"Reid," He nods and presses his lips into a line. "Oh! But, don't call me doctor you can call me Spencer."

"Well then, what brings you here, Spencer?" You correct yourself with a smile.

"My friend- uh he wanted me to come with him, he's meeting some girl here and he didn't want to go alone. I kind of got dragged along."

"Well," You grin, "It must be fate that we're here together on this ugly green couch, because if you could believe it- I'm here for the exact same reason except my friend- she's uh, meeting a guy here."

Spencer takes a small sip of the beer he had been holding, wincing as the liquid touched his lips. You figured he probably wasn't much of a drinker, he probably had things much more important on his plate than getting drunk and partying.

"Not much of a partier?" You ask to confirm your suspicions.

"Mhh," Spencer hums, mouth still full of beer, he shuts his eyes tight as he swallows thickly. "No." He shakes his head violently. "What gave it away?"

"Oh!" You bite your lip... "Nothing!" You say, innocently, voice steeped in sarcasm.

"It's okay," He laughs, "I know I look like a dork."

His laugh is infectious, and you can't help but smile in response. And Damn- he's really cute.

"Oh! Don't say that," You swat your hand at him, "I'm sure you get tons of ladies."

Spencer tilts his head to one side, in obvious disbelief of what you just said,

"I don't really appreciate the sarcasm," He says, his eyes narrowing at you.

"Sarcasm?" You pout, "No- I mean it Spencer, what you're like a genius. And I mean- you're not bad to look at," You bite your lip, "Not at all."

Spencer shook his head, "I was a child prodigy in a Las Vegas public school, and until now, I've always been way younger than everyone in college- my experience with girls is practically in the negatives."

"Oooh!" You smirk, "Vegas," You raise an eyebrow.

"Mhm," He takes another sip of his beer, his face more relaxed this time.

"You think I'd make a good showgirl?" You wink

"Oh- um," Spencer is suddenly blinking rapidly as his head scans you up and down. You can't help but feel a little bad at the way you have him flustered,

"I'm kidding! You don't have to answer that." You reassure. "Negative experience with girls, hm?"

"Yeah- I-uh, I haven't even had my first kiss yet." He says, looking down at his lap, refusing to make eye contact with you.

"No?" You say, still shocked, even given his prior explanations of his experiences with women, "Well..." You start, pausing for a moment, "If you ever want that to change let me know." Maybe that last part was meant to be a joke, but truth is you kind of really hoped he said yes, right there, right now.

"What?" He looks back up at you, eyebrows furrowed, "No- I don't need a pity kiss. I don't even know who you are."

"It is not a pity kiss, and I'm y/n, I go to UMASS, the Boston campus- like 15 minutes away. I'm 20, and uhhh... Well, the rest you can find out later." You wink, "Now you know me!" You smile, perking up from your spot on the couch.

"Well- uh. Nice to meet you y/n" He gives you an awkward tight lipped smile. "Are you- um- enjoying your night."

"God no," You scoff. "Does that make two of us?"

Spencer nods, side moving his eyes to look around the room. It had gotten significantly more crowded since you'd came in here, you hadn't noticed, you'd been too focused on getting to know Spencer that you kind of forgot you were at a party to begin with. It didn't seem to matter now anyway, you were intrigued beyond belief and wanted to know more about Dr. Reid.

"So, why'd you leave Caltech? The weather is certainly a lot nicer than it is here," Your body physically recoils at the thought of having to go back outside to the brisk New England fall after the party was over.

Spencer shrugged, "You can only get so many degrees at one place before you need a change of scenery. I've been at CalTech since I was like- fourteen."

"Fourteen?" Your eyes widen, thinking about what you were like at fourteen. You certainly weren't CalTech material, that's for sure. "When did you graduate high school?"

"1993," He smiles and nods, "Twelve years old"

Spencer had a charming humility about him, he was the smartest person you'd ever met but he spoke in a way that made it feel like it was every day that someone could graduate high school at 12 and have two PhDs by 21.

"What do you plan on doing after college with that pretty head of yours?" You ask, your slightly intoxicated brain unable to stop you from instinctively reaching out and fluffing his hair. Spencer's eyes flick up towards your hand and he gives you an awkward smile paired with a small laugh.

"Well- I uhh... I've been in contact with this guy- well from the FBI, the BAU... Behavioral Analysis Unit. We came into contact after my second dissertation, he was shocked at how young I was, having done so much- he suggested I come to the academy when I was done with this one." Spencer explained, he talked in a way that made him seem unsure of himself, like he, himself didn't fully understand how it happened.

"God," You muse, "The fucking FBI? Could you get any cooler?"

"You know," Spencer remarks, "I think that's the first time anyone has ever used to word "cool" to describe me." The tone in his voice is light, it's clear he's happy about that fact, but you can't help but feel your heart break at the statement.

"Cool even sounds like a little bit of an understatement to me. But you know... I think I'm a little too intoxicated right now to think of a synonym, so cool it is!"

"Do you have any plans for after college?" Spencer asks, nervously running a finger around the rim of the glass in his lap.

"Nothing as cool as the FBI," You shrug, "Actually, nothing concrete, really. Has me feeling a little inadequate in a room full of geniuses."

"Oh trust me," Spencer scans his head around the room, "Not all of these guys are geniuses."

"Well- they're complete nerds at the very least." You giggle.

"I think I qualify as a nerd too." Spencer smiles back.

"Oh you definitely do," You say, scooting closer to him, taking the beer glass out of his hand, "But you haven't tried to talk down to me about some movie everyone's seen, or some album everyone's heard like I'm some dumb idiot bimbo yet." You huff, finishing what was left of the liquid in the glass with a single gulp. You slam the cup down on the coffee table in front of you, "And even if I was a dumb idiot bimbo- what makes them think I'd care about whatever they'd have to say about OK Computer. We've all listened to Karma Police, big deal!" You realize you're getting a little heated over this and cut yourself off, "Anyways," You smile, "What I mean is you don't seem like some self important loser."

"Oh," Spencer furrows his eyebrows, "Thank...you?"

"Do you want to get out of here?"

"Y-Yeah, Yeah we can go." Spencer nods.

You stand up from the couch, wobbling a little bit as your legs lift you up. The room, is blurry, for a moment all you can see are vague blobs of color instead of people. You shut your eyes tight, blinking them open to fix your blurry vision. You glance over toward Spencer, who's grabbing a tan suit jacket that had been draped over the back of the couch. He slinks the jacket on over his thin frame.

"You alright?" He asks, concern in his eyes. He must have been able to read the drunk all over your face.

"Y-Yeah I'm fine, lets go," You nod, reassuringly. You could handle your liquor, besides you hadn't drank that much tonight.

The two of you head for the door, wherever it is. Spencer was leading the way, and you hoped he had a better sense of direction than you did. The music is suddenly a lot louder as you exit the room you were in, and you suddenly feel a lot drunker. The sudden change in feeling causes you to stumble a little, bumping Spencer in the back. High heels and alcohol were never a good mix.

"Oh- hey," Spencer stops suddenly, turning around to smile at you, "Are you sure you're alright?"

You look around the room, at the hoard of people, the room thick with a combination of weed and cigarette smoke. You've never felt so lost in your life when did it get so crowded in here? The obnoxious yelling of frat guys mixed with the music turned to a volume you were sure would get the cops to show up is absolutely ear-splitting.

"Can you hold my hand?" You ask Spencer, needing his guidance more than you realized.

"Uh, yeah, yeah." He nods. You reach your hand out for Spencer to grab, and it takes him a few times to correctly slot his fingers between yours. You smile a little, watching him try to figure out the perfect hand-holding position. He couldn't be more pathetic if he tried- it was kind of adorable.

Spencer's hand is warm, a little sweaty against your palm. But his grip is tight and reassuring as the two of you walk the rest of the way out of the house.

As soon as the front door opens a brisk wind hits you, nipping at your exposed flesh. Goosebumps already dot up and down your skin, the only warmth you feel is Spencer's hand wrapped around yours, and you knew that warm sensation would end as soon as his hand got cold too.

With a little hesitance, you step outside to brave the cold. Your heels click as you carefully make your way down the concrete steps in front of the house. You stare down at your feat as you make each movement, fearing accidentally rolling your ankle or falling. You'd probably take end up Spencer down with you.

"Hmm," Spencer hums, noticing your trepidation, "Here," Spencer untwines his hand from yours and places an arm around your back, reaching to your other side, but barely touches your other arm, just holds firm enough for you not to fall.

You reach the bottom of the stairs, thankful for Spencer's help,

"You don't have to hold me so far away you know, you can pull me a little closer." You turn your head to look at him, "I mean it is kind of chilly out."

"Oh-uh," Spencer's arm pulls to hold you just a little bit closer, "Better?" His grip is still pretty weak around you, and you sigh.

"You know, Spence, I'm still pretty cold." You frown, staring down the suit jacket he was wearing.

"Do you want to go back inside? I didn't even have a full beer the entire time I was there- I can go get my car real quick and drive you home if you want. It's only a block or so away." Spencer responds, his voice quick, and nervous- it was obvious he was eager to solve the problem of you being so cold.

"No," You laugh, shaking your head, "I'm cold is kind of girl-code for, you should give me your jacket."

"Oh!" Spencer laughs, "Oh- I'm sorry, yeah- here, here have it." Spencer speaks earnestly as he slips the jacket off of his shoulders. He shivers as the loss of the fabric leaves him in only a thin button up and you can't help but feel a little bad for asking him to give it to you. But he hands you the jacket with a smile on his face, which lingers even after you put it on. It provides a marginal amount more of warmth than what you felt prior.

"Better?" Spencer asks.

"Mhm," You nod, "Thank you."

Spencer only gives you a tight lipped smile and a nod in response.

"So," Spencer starts as the two of you begin walking, his hand slipping into yours almost instinctually, it catches you a little off guard, and you feel your cheeks run hot at the gesture. "Where are you headed?"

"Oh- uh, back to Boston I guess," You squint your eyes, thinking, "I usually take the bus, the stop is up that way." You point up ahead in front of you.

"Let me go with you," Spencer says quickly, "I mean- not to your place, but let me ride the bus with you, I don't want you going by yourself."

"Why not? I'm a big girl, I can take care of myself." You retort, trying to hide the fact that secretly, butterflies are growing in your stomach at his eagerness to take care of you.

"I just want to make sure you get home okay." His hand grips yours tighter.

"Okay," A small smile draws at your lips, you don't want to fight him on it anymore, truth was you'd love nothing more than to spend a little bit more time with him, even if it was a short bus ride.

The streets of the city are utterly dead, not a sound to be heard except the whistling of the wind and collision of your high heels and the pavement. You wonder what time it even is, how long had you even spent at that stupid party?

The bus is just as empty as the rest of the city. When it arrives, nobody but you and Spencer are on, the two of you sitting patiently under the bright fluorescent lights for the bus to move. The lights are straining on your eyes, and the horrendously carpet-patterned seats might hurt your eyes even worse.

"What stop do you get off at?" Spencer asks, being the one sitting the closest to the button to let the driver know when it's your stop.

"University Drive."

The lights dim as the bus driver pulls away from the stop you'd been picked up at, and you're able to relax your eyes once more. You let your eyes relax until all of a sudden they're closed and then-

"Hey," You feel your head being jerked, "We're here."

"Hmm?" You grumble, slowly opening your eyes.

Your stomach drops, and you're absolutely mortified to see your head is rested on Spencer's shoulder. You whip your head off from where it laid and quickly stand up from the seat.

The bus ride was fifteen minutes, you couldn't believe you fell asleep. Much less fell asleep on some guy you barely knew. You're a mess of worry as you exit the bus, thinking about how awkward you probably made Spencer feel. You're so caught up in your thoughts you barely notice how cold it is as you step outside.

"Hey, look, I'm right over there." You say, pointing to the large dorm building behind you.

"I'll walk you to the door." He smiles, and your panic immediately slides away.

You walk with your head down, looking intently at the sidewalk under you as you head forward to your building, trying your best to keep in a straight line. You had to admit, you were pretty upset your time with Spencer would be ending in just a few short minutes from now. You tried to scheme up a plan to get Spencer to stay longer, but no ideas would stick to your brain. You sigh, crossing your arms across your chest as you approach the front door.

You whip around to look at Spencer who's trailing just a few inches behind you.

"Well," You sigh, "I guess this is it." You pull your mouth to one side in a small pout.

"Yeah- I-uh, I guess so," He shrugs, "I had a nice time tonight, thanks for, making my first party experience a lot better than i was expecting." Spencer's hands are shoved into his pocket, and he rocks back and forth while he talks, unsure of himself as his eyes dart all around you.

"Of course," You grin, letting your hands drop down at your sides, "Say," You cut yourself off, and shove your hands into the pocket of Spencer's coat, fishing, until you find what you were hoping for. You pull out a pen from one of the coat pockets, and grab Spencer's hand. "I want to see you again before you become some big tough FBI agent." You smile, scrawling the digits of your phone number on the back of his hand. "Call me sometime?" You hold his hand up for an extra moment, before letting it drop back down.

"Mmmhm, yeah," Spencer bobs his head up and down vigorously.

"Okay, good. Goodnight Spencer," You smile, giving him a small wave.

"Goodnight y/n" He smiles back, as the two of you turn around to go your separate ways.

You notice as you turn back around that you're still wearing Spencer's jacket, part of you has the urge to call out to him to give it back, the other part of you wants to keep it- if he wants to get it back, he'll have to come see you again.

"Wait! Y/n!" You hear Spencer from just behind you. You frown a little, thinking your plan to keep Spencer's jacket had been foiled and he was calling to get it back from you.

"Yeah?" You whip your head back around.

"Did you mean it when you said to let you know if I wanted to have my first kiss- and that you'd change that I've never um-"

"Uhh..huh," You responded, a little to eager as an uncontrollable smile began to tug at the ends of your lips, "Are you asking me to kiss you Spencer?"

"Maybe," His voice breaks, unable to look you directly in the eyes.

You raise one eyebrow, "Maybe?"

"Ahem. Uh- I mean- yes."

Before you know it, you're tugging at his tie, pulling him close to you. Your lips are on his, just a peck at first, Spencer is hesitant. He is unsure of what to do with any part of his body, his lips move carefully, his hands unsure of just where they should be, they rest on your hips- before they move right under your shoulders. You make the decision to tilt your head and deepen the kiss. Spencer's lips are soft with inexperience, he has absolutely no clue what he's doing, yet you can't get enough.

The two of you pull away slowly, neither one of you wanting to give up the kiss- but you eventually have to surrender to the night and to the cold. You place one final peck on Spencer's lips.

"Now you have to call me." You giggle, unable to hide your excitement.

"Yeah-yeah," Spencer nods, eyes wide, his lips are shiny and his cheeks a pretty shade of pink. "Absolutely."

"Goodnight Spencer." You say once more, before turning around to head inside.

A/N: whew! when I tell you I spent all day writing this i mean all day! that's okay though... im obsessed with grad school! reid. anyways..... thinking about making a (potentially smutty) part two to this ;-)

[xiao-come-home]

Argenti relationship headcanons;

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✰ Characters: Argenti x reader.

✰ Words: ~1k.

✰ SFW ; gn!reader, no mentions of pronouns. fluff.

Warnings: might be slightly sug/gestive here and there. i tried but he's too hot :pensive: written with jp voice in mind

A/N: I'm honestly so surprised there's so little Argenti content that IM OFFENDED. i need MORE OF HIM BEING CUTE AND LOVING ME. i cant pull him now but i next time he wont escape me

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Argenti:

He absolutely wakes up looking like a princess. Sun rays illuminating his face so beautifully, his chest slowly rising up and down (and his um, chest muscles being also blessed by the sun rays if you get me), his lips parted ever so slightly, hair sprawled out, but still looking untouched by the nights sleep.

His long eyelashes flutter open, and his emerald eyes scan the room drowsily; once the knight sets his eyes on you, he smiles to himself and turns to his side to face you.

He admires you sleeping, for... quite some time. Even if your hair is not perfect at all, or there's a drool running down your face - he's mesmerized. and I truly mean it, he's trying to calm down the butterflies in his stomach. Argenti can't help but cup your cheek and caress it gently with his thumb; his sleepy smile growing even wider when he feels you stir in your sleep.

even though it's never in his intentions to awaken you (he actually kinda wishes you kept sleeping so he could still admire you lol), he takes advantage of that and begins to place warm and slow kisses on your face to wake you up. his hair shields you from the harsh sunlight, faintly tickling you here and there.

hear me out, it surely looks nice from your angle, but his back muscles..

depending on your mood, these kisses may trail somewhere else. i mean.. can you imagine him between your thighs. because i can and it's not making me feel well.

"my brightest rose, good morning. seeing your magnificent eyes once again fills me with happiness and energy for the upcoming day." wipes off your drool sexily

he sleeps SHIRTLESS (you told him you were cold. he pretended to believe it).

random dances across all the planets at (seemingly) random times. he doesn't care whether you can dance or not, but he'll be honored to teach you if you wish. argenti would absolutely get you to dance whenever you feel down just to make you laugh; wrong moves don't matter - it'd probably hurt you more if you stepped on his armor...

listen. he doesn't care if it's cringe, but he will hold a rose between his teeth and dance with you, if that's what makes you laugh.

has probably thought once or twice if you're the truest manifestation of Idrila. He's never been so mesmerized by someone's beauty, so... maybe? ... *rubs hands and smirks*

does NOT give a single sheet if he's in public or not - but he always, ALWAYS kisses you like it's your last kiss. They're so passionate, intimate, and sensual, that it makes people flustered at the sight of you. He pulls you close by your waist, swiftly switching his hands to cup your cheeks; the knight puts his forehead against yours and whispers a few silly words before finally connecting your lips together. The kiss, although as simple as it could be, leaves you hungry for more - it takes a while for him to finally part, but just enough to refill the air in your lungs.

now, it wouldn't be as awkward to other people if it took you a few minutes, but argenti TAKES HIS TIME. he has to kiss you (or makeout at this point lol) until your lips are swollen from his kisses. then he moves on to his duties like nothing happened.

he truly wants you to hold him by his waist when you two kiss, or at least have your hands on his chest. he'll put them on the desired place by himself if you don't do it. what a dork.

touch is just so, so important to him. he has a hard time getting rejected, no matter if it's a hug or kiss, it makes him feel unwanted. he won't show it outside much, but he might be less... dramatic and excited than usual.

he SO SHOWS OFF FOR YOU it's almost reckless sometimes. "My lady, fear not, as I am here to protect your beauty until my very end!" Argenti kisses your knuckles before parting to defeat the enemy with ease.

Calculated how to fall just enough to dramatically appear on his knees and put his hand on his heart before you, "Beloved, the evil has been obliterated with the power of love my heart stores for your beautiful soul!"

He KNOWS his cheesy lines either make you cringe (with love), laugh or you're just an adorable soul who genuinely likes lines like these, he RAMPS them up like crazy.

just throwing it out there so we're clear: to argenti, consent is a must, regardless of the activity. no consent, he's moving on. thinks consent is se/xy. HE'S THE EMBODIMENT OF CONSENT.

his hair probably smells really nice. a faint smell of strawberry, perhaps..

the beauty knight usually wants you to stay out of battles, but holy sheet if he sees you kick someone's ass so good, he's impressed and proud. probably needs a bathroom break also..

"oh, how much do i wish that was me instead..." - argenti probably

actually wouldn't mind to have friendly spares with you from time to time - it's a good opportunity for both to test your skills. or maybe give argenti an opportunity to straddle you... that's also an option.

remembers every date that's important for you. in return, he doesn't really care about his, but might tear up when you show up with a gift.

he'd actually love to help you dress up! nothing sexual involved, just pure intimacy of helping his beloved. his moves are precise, careful not to harm you in any way with his armor; he relishes in the feeling of your skin being so tender compared to his.

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is it possible for you to make any sort of shinsou related fics? I think it would be really cute to see him take the reader on a date or maybe a valentines special eventually?

Valentine’s Day with Hitoshi.

1,700 words~

"Isn't it so cute!" Mina exclaimed hugging a teddy bear to her chest. You both were walking back to the dorms after the conclusion of classes.

"Yeah, it's a pretty fluffy guy," you said smiling back at her. Mina was overjoyed to show off the teddy bear Eijiro had gifted her earlier in the day as a Valentine's gift.

"Do you have any plans for today?" she asked, releasing the teddy bear from his suffocating hug.

"Yeah, I do...," You answered already prepared for the several questions that were bound to come next.

"WHAT!?! WITH WHO?! DOING WHAT!?! WHEN?! TELL ME EVERYTHING!" Mina demanded.

You laughed at her predictable behavior, "I'm supposed to meet Shinso in about an hour," You answered.

"HU?! Shinso?! Wait- the purple-haired boy from general studies?! NO WAY! He asked you out?! You can't just leave me hanging without any details! When did you two even talk?!" Mian asked surprised.

The truth was you were surprised too. Hitoshi was in the general studies course, so you hadn't really crossed paths with him during your time at U.A., despite that you found a letter stuffed into your locker a few days before Valentine's Day.

You unraveled the letter from your pocket and handed it to Mina who took the liberty of reading it out loud.

I apologize for doing this informally. However, I am unsure if we will cross paths in time for me to ask you directly. I've been interested in getting to know you better for some time now and was hoping you'd be interested in meeting me after class this Wednesday. If you are, meet me at the stairs of the main entrance of the school at 7 pm. -Shinso

Mina cried out loud after finishing the letter, "This is so romantic! The dork could have left his phone number though."

"Yeah, I thought that too- it would have been nice to confirm with him but- that's all right. I'll get ready and, meet him over there," You answered.

"You have to text me right away after! He seems so mysterious- such an interesting quirk. I wonder what he's like. OMG! What if he brainwashes you, good thing you told me! If I don't hear from you by 9 pm I'm calling Aizawa.," Mina spoke, causing you to laugh.

"You're always so dramatic," You laughed as you both entered the dorms.

"You can never be too careful!" She spoke before giving you a wink. "Good luck! I'm off to meet up with Kirishima!"

You gave her a wave and made your way to your room.

Once you finished getting ready you made your way back to the school. You were shocked to see Hitoshi was actually waiting on the school steps, hands in his sweater pockets and backpack at his feet. His eyes lit up as soon as he spotted you.

"Hey," You greeted him nervously unsure of what to expect. You had never talked to him one-on-one before.

"Hi!" He greeted you back, unable to keep the smile that erupted on his face. It excited him to see you had come- and that you weren't afraid to talk to him in spite of his quirk. "I uh- apologize for asking you out in such an informal way- I would have liked to ask you in person but, I hadn't run into you at all the last few days," He explained.

Truth be told you don't ever remember running into him. Were you crossing paths with him before without noticing? He certainly seemed to be noticing you.

"Informal? What do you mean? A letter is as formal as it gets," You laughed, hoping to lighten the awkwardness and break the ice. "I didn't mind it at all, in fact, it was pretty thoughtful."

"I'm glad you think so, and I'm glad you came... you didn't have any other plans?" he asked, hoping he wasn't prying too much too soon.

"Mm no-," you said glancing to the side, slightly embarrassed that no one else had taken any interest in making plans with you this Valentine's Day.

Hitoshi tried to hide the smile that threatened to break through on his lips at hearing you weren't seeing anybody. "Well, I uh- got you something," he said leaning down to pick up his backpack and search inside. He pulled out a purple plushie cat with a pink bow tied around its neck. "Hope it's not too dumb," he said holding it out to you.

A squeak escaped you at seeing the adorable stuffed cat, "This is so cute!" you exclaimed, grabbing it eagerly and squeezing it.

"I'm glad you think so," He spoke, blush tinting his face at your excitement.

"I got you something too," you said reaching into your bag.

"Hu? You didn't have to-," he replied, a stunned look on his face.

"Of course I did, it's Valentine's Day and you were sweet enough to want to spend time with me so- here," you said handing him the chocolate bar you had picked out at the store.

"That's really nice of you," he spoke a full blush on his face now as he grabbed the bar from your hand. Hitoshi cleared his throat trying to get his composure back, "I uh- wasn't sure what you'd be interested in, so I had a few ideas but- are you ok with walking to the cafe to get something to drink?" He asked.

"That sounds fine to me," You smiled hugging the stuffed cat in your arms and you both started the walk to the cafe.

"I've uh- been admiring you for some time now," Hitoshi disclosed, as you both walked down the street.

Your face flushed, you'd never met a boy to be so honest and straightforward before. "Really?" You manage to squeak out.

"Mhm-" He nodded. "You work so hard in your courses- I know you'll be an admirable hero one day."

"Oh, thank you- I'm not really sure how to take that compliment," You laughed nervously. "You're in the general studies course, right? What is that like?"

"It's fine I suppose- but I'm working hard training with Aizawa to transfer into the hero course," He answered.

"You're training with Aizawa!?" You asked shocked.

"Yeah- he's your teacher, right?" he asked, as you both approached the cafe, and he held the door open for you.

"Yup!" You nodded happily, entering the cafe. "If he is training you, I have no doubts you'll be transferring to the hero course in no time!"

Hitoshi smiled and glanced at the floor flustered by your praise. "Thank you for that- it's nice to have the approval of someone like you," He spoke causing you to fluster slightly.

Hitoshi ordered your drinks and you both started the walk back to the dorms.

"What do you mean someone like me?" You asked curiously, still taken aback by his comment.

"Hm? Well- I suppose I put a great deal of importance on the hero course so... hearing that a strong hero student like you thinks I have what it takes to make it... It's nice. I'm not used to that. Most people are scared to talk to me because of my quirk or say it's a perfect quirk for a villain," He explained.

"Oh- well don't pay too much attention to those people. Your quirk is amazing and could definitely make for a powerful pro hero. So- just stay focused on your training and maybe I'll see you in my class before I know it," you said encouragingly.

Hitoshi smiled, "I would like that... to be in the hero course but also, to see you more often."

"Oh-," You exclaimed feeling your face get hot again. "I've never met someone so blunt as you- it's refreshing," You spoke hoping your cheeks weren't too obvious.

You both approached the dorms and came to a slower pace. "I don't have any problems expressing my true feelings- if I wasn't training so much with Aizawa I would have liked to ask you out sooner. These are your dorms correct?" He asked.

"Yeah..." You said a little downcast that you were back and already going to part ways.

"If it's ok with you- I would like to take you to eat after classes on Friday," he said. Hitoshi felt his stomach flutter at the way your eyes lit up at his invention. He had admired you from afar for so long that it was overwhelming to see how much you appreciated his attention.

"Yeah! That sounds good," you said excitedly, the stuffed cat bouncing in your arms due to your excited rocking on your heels. "Oh! Why don't you let me give you my number-" You offered holding your hand out.

Hitoshi fished for his phone in his pocket and handed it over. He couldn't help but grin at the careful way you kept the stuffed cat in your arms as you typed out your number.

"Here you go!" You said handing it back to him. "I uh- thank you this was really nice."

Hitoshi nodded in agreement.

"I guess I'll see you Friday then," You spoke feeling hesitant to walk away. You wanted to spend more time with him and get to know him more. You stared at the floor waiting for him to give his farewell and walk away.

"Mhm- I'll see you then. You can let me know wherever you want to go...," he said, and you both silently waited for the other to make the first move to leave.

Hitoshi let out a small chuckle, "I guess neither of us want to go do we?" He observed.

You blushed slightly and looked at the stuffed cat giving it another squeeze, "This was nice- I uh feel calm being around you." You spoke, giving a Hitoshi another flutter in his stomach. He was used to hearing he put everyone on edge because of his quirk. It was intoxicating to hear you felt the opposite.

"Friday will come soon," He spoke and stepped closer to you closing some of the distance. You stared at him with doe eyes, as he moved closer placing a kiss on your cheek. "See you then," he smiled and left making his way back to the general studies dorms.

Tags: @unofficialmuilover @maddietries @fiannee @derangedmango

[squiddy-god]

kny maine trio with s/o who likes to do stupid things

Re-upload from terminated blog squid-god-supreme

Tanjirou 🌊

Chukles lightly and shakes his head at your dumb jokes

Thinks you are so cute telling nezuko jokes even when she’s inside her box

Honestly was so worked up about the fact he didn’t realise he loved you as more then a friend

Poor baby waited untill he was absolutely sure you liked him back befor he confessed

Won’t stop apologising for it

Would never want you to be awkward around him so he trys his best to be as considert as possible

Dad jokes to make you happy

When you play with nezuko and make her laugh (as much as she can) it just snatches all his UwUs

He worries a lot about you, especially if you go on a mission without him, he might have a heart attack

Wants a big family one day and jokes about it with you

Mother hen worrys 24/7

You wher walking down the dirt path to your next mission with the idiot squad™, you where behind tanjirou and could tell that the adorable demon nezuko was awake. You didn’t want the cute girl to be bord so like always you started to tell her your “best” jokes. “ hey nezu, did you hear about the scarecrow that won a award?” Tanjirou could feel himself dieing a little inside the more you told this joke, but he thought it was so cute how you got along so well with his sister. “He was outstanding in his feald!” He loved you but some times, you’re such a dork. It was a calm and genuine thing, and his smile never faltered.

Zenitsu 💡

Literally dies because you remind him of inosuke so much sometimes

Takes most of your jokes seriously

So jealous of inosuke because you spend so much time pulling pranks with him

The pranks are on zenitsu

Realized he loved you more then just a crush when you made a joke about having kids

It got him thinking a lot

Confessed constantly but his s/o’s dense ass didn’t take it seriously

Untill he was chased by inosuke and ran into your arms wineing about how that bore monster was gonna kill him before he made you love him

Poor baby is self-conscious a lot and needs harsh reassurance that you love him

He thought the pranks on him would die down but he was soooooo rong

S/o was training with Tanjirou when they Hurd the familiar sound of screaming heading their way. Tanjirou sighed for the one hundredth time today “when will those two stop fighting” “no idea but-” the (h/c) demon slayer grunted when the familiar blond mop of hair baroled into them. “ s/o!!! That monster is going to kill me!!!” Zenitsu hollered as inosuke stopped his charging at the piñata haired male. “Dear lord zen-zen what would the children think of their father if they saw you like this hahaha” the (h/c) haired demon slayer laughed as zenitsu looked up at them, shocked and odly warm in his chest. It was a loud and chaotic thing, but he would never regret asking you.

Inosuke 🐗

Thought you were really kewl

24/7 you guys radiate crack head energy

It sometimes scares zenitsu because hes beby and you two torcher him

Gets all fuzzy when you laugh at his dumb Sananagans or when you give him praise

Him realizing his feelings is… Complicated

Asked literally everyone, even Shinobu what it was

When they told him it was a crush he didn’t believe it

That didn’t last long because he almost lost it 3 times

The first was when you and Tanjirou were training, he saw Tanjirou takle you because it was simple hand to hand, and oh boy did it make him JEALOUS

The 2nd time was when he made you laugh so hard milk came out your nose, he felt proud the HE made you laugh to hard

3rd time was when you yeeted zenitsu into the lake cause he was being annoying, and Inosuke nearly lost it

He didn’t believe it.He, the grate Inosuke, the future beast pillar having a crush? Impossible. But why did it make him so angry to see you with gonpachio. You were under him and breathing heavy, and that made him mad. He wanted to headbutt tanjirou but ensted simply walked away. Why did it make him feel fuzzy when you laughed so hard like that. He had told a dumb joke and you being the idiot you were, laughed so hard the milk you hand been drinking shot threw your nose. It made him fuzzy to see you laughing at HIS jokes that HE made. The last straw was when you threw zenitsu into the water. The pinata haired male was being quite annoying and you had enough of it, so you picked him up and threw him in. He admired you for your strength, humor, kindness, and the patience you had with him, so one day while you were sitting down doing nothing but heal your wounds. He sat behind you and pulled you into his lap. It was a silent thing, but he was confident enough to know it was a good thing

[somanyratsinthewalls]

Congratulations on 700!! May I request Magenta Rooster? Our lovely Corazon is so clumsy to begin with and I really wanna see how clumsy he can get during drunk/high sex (I'd love to see him high af tbh) some fluffy smut would just be 🤌🏼 chefs kiss

When I read this request from @firefistussy I screamed because it's the cutest thing I've ever heard in my life. As a stoner who loves dorks and high sex, this was the perfect set up.

Under The Influence (18+)

Pairing: Corazon x Fem!Reader

Prompt: Drunk/High Sex

WC: 2000

Warnings: I wrote this high on 20mg of edibles (I felt it was appropriate for this occasion, but sorry babes if it sucks ass) high sex, marijuana usage and mention, p in v sex, unprotected sex, OKAY JUST LIKE A BRIEF SECOND OF BUTT TO V BUT DONT DO THAT, ITS FUNNY FOR THE PLOT, fingering, creampie, breeding, clumsy idiot cora, awkward sex, cute cora tho.

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It was a hell of a day. 

From sun up you had been busy with paperwork and handling purchase orders for the Don Quixote family. You hated being associated with such an infamous family, but they always paid your salary on time and that was what mattered. Being a member of a notorious pirate family came with another perk… you never had to worry about running out of weed. The Don Quixote family was dealing in markets much darker than marijuana, so they had no problem keeping your supply full. 

All you wanted was a hot shower and to lay up on your couch with an obscenely large joint. And so, you made plans to do that after retiring to your quarters for the day. You rolled yourself the perfect marijuana cigarette and set it down on your pink mirrored tray (a “gift” from your boss) next to the lighter. Next, you stripped yourself of your sweaty clothes and started the shower. 

Once hot enough, you stepped through the foggy glass door and submerged yourself under the water. You let out a long sigh as the hot water soothed your tired body. You take the time to tenderly massage your scalp while you shampoo and condition your hair. Once the products were rinsed out, you lathered your body in the sweet vanilla scented body wash that the men around you always commented on. 

After your shower, you hopped out and dried off before you wrapped yourself in a short, black terrycloth robe. You towel off your hair and return to your bedroom where you flopped onto your loveseat and grabbed the lighter. You bring the joint to your lips and light it carefully so that it burned evenly. 

You throw your head back against your velvet throw pillow as the first clouds of smoke hit your lungs. You kick your feet up entirely so that you can recline on the couch as you continue to smoke. You weren’t sure how many minutes had gone by before you heard a gentle knock on your door. 

*tap tap*

“Come in…” You shout as you exhale smoke. 

The door opens but you don’t turn around. 

*thunk*

“Shit-“

You hear the lamp on your end table rattle. 

“How did you know I was up, Rosi?” You smile and take another hit off your joint, knowing exactly who it was without sitting up and turning your head.  

“The whole place can smell that you’re up. You’re not exactly discrete.” Corazon says with a smirk as he walks towards the couch. 

“I wasn’t trying to be.” You grin and tilt your head back on the pillow so you were looking up at his imposing figure upside down. You hold the joint straight up so that it was near Corazon’s face. “Come take a hit?” You asked. 

Corazon shook his head but didn’t back away. 

“I shouldn’t. I’m still on the clock.” 

“You’re always on the clock… with that monstrous brother of yours… come on, a few puffs won’t hurt.” You coo as you wiggle the marijuana closer to him. Corazon sighs before plucking the joint from your fingers. 

“You know I can’t say no to you…” He huffs as he sits opposite your reclining form on the loveseat. His large stature requires you to put your legs up and crossed on the back of the couch to make room for him, your robe riding up your nude thighs a bit. Corazon catches himself ogling your exposed skin and adjusts his gaze. He takes a long drag from your joint and you raise your eyebrows expectantly. 

He starts coughing immediately, violently.  

“Gods, Rosi take a drink.” You giggle as you hand him your glass of wine. He chugs several sips and then catches his breath. 

“It’s been awhile…” Corazon chuckles and tries to cover for his inexperience. 

“You’re so cute. Just shotgun it from me.” You smile and take the joint from his large, outstretched hand. His huge fingers made it look comically small. 

“Just… what…?” Corazon looks up at you with his brows furrowed. 

You laugh again and sit up to cross your legs in front of you on the couch facing the blonde man. 

“I’ll smoke, and blow it in your mouth. It’s less harsh for you that way. Come here.” You say as you straighten up and beckon him closer. 

Corazon looks nervous as he leans closer to your much smaller frame. 

You suck in a large hit and reach out to grab the back of his head and gently pull his mouth to yours. You breath the smoke out slowly into his open mouth, lips just barely ghosting each others. Corazon inhales the smoke and breathes it out much easier this time. 

He pulls back and smiles down at you. 

“That was better…” He laughs. 

“I liked it too… come here.” You whisper as you take another long drag. You pull Rosinante by his hair back to your lips, pressing them together lightly this time before exhaling the intoxicating smoke. 

“If I was speculating… I’d say you were trying to get me high, Miss y/n.” Corazon says as he breathes out another cloud of smoke in your face. 

“Hmmm and what would be so bad about that?” You muse as you prepare to give him another hit. You deliver the thick smoke straight to his lungs while darting out your tongue to swipe across his bottom lip, teasingly. “Afraid you might not be able to resist your subordinate with your guard down?” You whisper into his lips. You unfurl your legs and rest them on either side of Corazon’s body. 

Corazon blows out his smoke. He shifts his body so he’s hovering over you. 

“Who says I’m resisting?” Corazon smirks. 

“Kiss me, Rosi.” You softly plead in your dazed state. You drop the almost finished joint in the ashtray beside you. 

Wordlessly, Corazon presses his lips firmly onto yours as he cups your cheek gently with one hand, the difference in pressure sent your mind swimming. He tasted like both tobacco and marijuana. He slid his tongue past your lips to explore the rest of your mouth sensually. You sighed in approval and he slipped his hand up your bare thigh to rest at the juncture of your leg and body, squeezing your flesh teasingly. 

You buck your hips with need. 

“What do you want, y/n?” Your massive blonde lover asks you. 

“Touch me…” You say quietly as you spread your legs fully beneath him. 

“As you wish…” Corazon whispers as he moves his hand from your hip bone to swipe two fingers down your slit and back up, wetness from your hole coating his large digits. He circles your clit gently, and you whimper, the marijuana heightening every sensation. 

“M-more, Rosi.. w-want to feel you inside…” You plead as he teases your clit with soft pets. 

“You know how I feel about saying no to you…” Corazon smiles before plunging those two fingers into your quivering hole, a deep groan leaving you as he crooks them upwards immediately into your favorite spot. 

“Shit.. yes… just like that…” You say as you grip the blonde locks at the back of his head, bringing his head closer to your chest. Corazon uses his other hand to rip your robe open as he balances carefully on his knees, he then delves into your right breast with an eager mouth. He suckles desperately at your erect nipple as you melt into his touch. 

“Just a little more, yes, fuck Rosi!” You thrust your hips up into his palm so that it would rub against your clit while the pads of his fingers hammer into your g-spot. “Shit, right there… I’m gonna cum, fuck!” You pull harshly on Corazon’s hair as you see stars and gush all over his large hand. 

You breath heavily and loosen your grip on the back of Corazon’s scalp. You sooth over the patch that you pulled on with soft strokes of your hand. 

“Good, love?” Rosinante pulls away from you and asks. 

“Yes, just take me to bed now, please.” You demand with a wicked grin. 

Without needing another verbal reminder of how he’d always tell you yes, Corazon picks you up in his strong arms and carries you to the bed. 

“Fuck-“ Corazon huffs as he trips over your discarded high heels and flops the both of you onto your purple comforter unceremonious. 

You can’t help but giggle up at him, shocked he’d survived this long on earth with how clumsy he is. Choosing to ignore his misstep, Corazon attacks your neck with nips and bites, sending you immediately back into the mood. Your head was still so fuzzy from the weed and now the orgasm, that you shivered under his rough kisses. 

“Turn around for me, baby.” Corazon whispers into your skin.

You gladly obliged and sluggishly toss your robe off and position yourself on your hands and knees on the bed. It took far longer than it should, due to your inebriated state, but it gave Corazon the time to strip himself of his own shirt and pants. He comes up behind you wearing nothing but his pink love-heart printed boxer shorts. Swiftly, he tugs down his underwear and lets his painfully erect cock spring free and prod at your soft skin. Corazon’s head was swimming with intoxication and arousal as he smoothed one large hand over your spine and nudged the head of his cock into you with the other. 

“Fuck me, Rosinante…” You coo as you push you ass back into him. 

“Yes, mama… Anything you want…” Corazon pushes his hard member into you and sinks about two inches in before you yelp and push your hands back against his abs. 

“Cora! Wrong fucking hole!” You grit out as you whip your head around at him. 

“Gods! Sorry! Fuck!” Corazon jumps back in surprise and pulls himself out of your ass, even though he had just dipped his tip in. 

“Lower!” You hiss out. 

“Right, shit, sorry baby…” Cora grips his hard cock and shifts it lower and finds your drooling hole without any more difficulty. 

“Yesssss…” You moan out as Corazon bottoms out inside your wet walls. 

“Fuuuuck…” Corazon groans as he begins to thrust his hips against yours, lost in the feeling of your pussy sucking him in. 

“Harder! Fuck, Rosi, harder!” You yell as your eyes roll into the back of your head. 

“Anything for you… OOF-“ Rosinante grunts as he loses his balance on top of you and ends up pinning you to the mattress on your stomach, slipping out of you in the process. 

Frustrated, you groan. 

“Get on your fucking back.” You push him by the shoulders and flip his body over. You straddle his waist and align his weeping cock up with your clenching hole. 

“Please give it to me, mama…” Corazon whines at you. 

It was such a beautiful sight, high out of his mind, drooling on himself trying his best not to slam his hips up into you. You oblige and sink yourself down on his massive cock. You grin stupidly as your pelvis reaches his, his public bone tickling your clit. 

You brace your hands on Corazon’s massive torso as you begin to grind yourself back and forth on top of him, making sure his length was rubbing against your g-spot with every movement. You couldn’t help but moan as you begin to get closer and closer to your second peak of the evening. You grunt like an animal as you grind yourself to the edge of another orgasm.

“I can feel you getting close…” Corazon whispers out as he grips your ass with one hand and wraps the other gently around your throat. “I’m close too… want you to cum so you can milk me dry, baby… just let go… use me…” 

With those filthy words you finally snap and release all over Corazon’s thighs and abdomen. 

“Fuck!” You cry out and throw your head back. 

“There it is, stay there and take all of it…” Corazon grips you by your shoulders and pushes you impossibly far down on his cock, causing you to whine at how it pushes against your cervix. 

“So… full…” You sigh as you collapse into Corazon’s shoulder. 

You can hear laughter rumble from your lover’s chest. 

“I’m tired, too.” Corazon says. “Best we go to sleep before we raid the kitchen.” 

You immediately pick your head up from the crook of his neck. 

“Oooh, kitchen?” Your eyebrows raise. 

Corazon rolls his eyes. 

“I’ll fix you a snack.” 

— — 

Hope you enjoyed!

Xx Mo 

[weebsinstash]

Ok but fuck the people who mentioned abo stuff and omega Miguel to me specifically because I'm over here trying to think of-of- of other ideas that have some meat in them and now I'm just thinking about him becoming absolutely baby crazy in the freaky primal way only omegaverse shit can provide

-normal ass Reader meeting ABO people in the Spider Society and you have no idea what the actual hell any of them are talking about half the time but wouldn't it suck if you still felt some sort of effects from them and affected them too. But. Alpha Miguel obviously 🤌 somehow you make him purr however briefly bc he'd probably get embarrassed and be a dork but you just hear that motor kick in and it's like '👀 oh yall ain't HUMAN human? Idk that's kinda scary but... hot too'. Next thing you know you're finding out about Alphas having knots and you're having inappropriate thoughts about your boss. Also, what if scenting isn't just rubbing necks and such, what if it could be done from smaller touches too, so, suddenly you're sitting there "oh was he scenting me when he touched me on the shoulder" and you may or may not remember how people would often be nervous or avoid you on those days, or be polite but servile, one could day non-threatening, no competition

Alpha Miguel hearing you don't want kids like "I can fix them uwu". One day you realize "oh is he like, courting me" and you're confronted with the terrifying mortality of "holy shit does he want to date/have babies, idk if im ready for something that serious 😳" and also just, him having all these biological advantages over you like he eventually figures out how to tell your emotions by your scent and things like that, you hug the wrong person and suddenly he's in a foul mood and "wanting to speak to them" because their scent transferred onto you

-normal Miguel finding out about an Omega Reader and "no, I'm just studying them for science though--" *suddenly has terabytes of notes about you, your biological aspects, info from your home dimension about Omegas, plenty of personally written 'research notes'* he's just utterly obsessed and fascinated. He learns you're just basically a guaranteed baby machine amd suddenly he's astral projecting himself into another reality, man reads a factoid on how Omega typically have 3 or even more babies and he's sitting there thinking about the two of you with four daughters. Maaaaybe one son but, he loves the idea of all girls, he's just baby crazy for a daughter specifically and he's like "but wait, I could have multiple". But papi, four quinces sounds expensive lmao, lucky he's got that CEO money

-But of course, I'm growing especially fonder of female Alpha Reader and Omega Miguel and like. You're both kind of socially awkward and feel 'out of place', and being atrracted to each other is weird because you both lowkey hate yourselves and aren't sure how you two would work out. What does it mean for you to be an Alpha? Isn't he more dominant than you? Should he... act more submsisive towards you, like, you're both so confused and not sure how to act and also kind of being social recluses. One day you have your whole aha moment where you realize it's kind of a perspective thing and suddenly you cant thinking about him holding a chunky little newborn or having a tea party with his daughters and how, oh wouldn't he be so cute with a baby on his hip

Alpha Reader "I want to see him holding my babies and i wanna love n support him" vs Omega Miguel "I want to cuddle and kiss her while she carries our babies and protect her and love her 🥰" like fjfjff the nuance is THERE

-then there's the juicy idea or "alpha Miguel from a dimension without really any Omegas meeting an Omega Reader for the first time" and he's just kind of head over heels for you (and so is everyone else really). He starts realizing how powerful your "abilities" are when one day you're called into his office to see him throwing things around and shouting about "another hole in the multiverse" and Peter B is like silently begging for you to try and calm him down and you just. Panic and hug him! And you're hugging him and he can get a whiff of your scent and you hit him with the boo boo eyes "It'll be ok, please don't be so stressed 🥺 I'm sure we can figure something out. You're strong, you'll get through this"

Peter B and Jess just like exchanging knowing glances as you get him to settle into a chair and he's still grumbling and irritated but like significantly calmer now and you're just rubbing his shoulders and offering to get him a coffee and giving him a little pep talk amd being very, you know, gentle and nurturing :) totally disarms him and calms him right down, he goes from a red faced screaming mess to purring in a chair as you force idle chit chat about "are you hungry? When did you eat last? Or sleep?" And suddenly he's imagining being at the breakfast table with you and the pups he can easily see you two having together and from then on, Peter B knows to keep you nearby at all times to help calm the big bad Alpha down next time he's about to get an ulcer from stress

[minniesmutt]

♡ ━━━ DORK

♡ ━━━ SS + WC: 9 + 0.3K

♡ ━━━ CONTENT: KIDNAPPING JOKES, PORN MENTIONS

     Y/n put her phone in the pocket of her jeans as she walked up to the café. She opened the door and was greeted by the staff. Since it was one of the popular hangout spots for the students, most of the staff knew her by name like the rest of the students. 

     Y/n smiled at the staff before looking around the cafe for her date. Her eyes caught the dorky grin waving her over. She returned the kindness and walked over to the small table. 

     Chan stood up to greet her as she approached the table “Hi,” he greeted 

     “Hey,” Y/n replied with a smile, “Are you blonde still under that baseball cap?”

     “For now,” Chan replied as they sat down, “I think I’m gonna dye it back to black soon.”

     “But it looks so good on you,” Y/n noticed him blush at the compliment 

     Felix was right. Chan was a bit on the shy side when you first started talking to him. But it wasn’t in a bad way, it made him cuter in her eyes. Once they got past the awkward first date small talk, it was easy to talk to him. Chan was a nice, pure gentleman and had a very cute laugh. the type that made you want to laugh with him. 

     The date was only about an hour and a half before Chan paid for their drinks and pastries and offered to walk her home. Just to spend a bit more time together. 

     “You start school soon, right?” Chan asked, hands in his hoodie pockets.

     “Unfortunately,” Y/n sighed

     “Maybe we can meet up between your classes, if you’re not busy.”

     “I’d like that,” Y/n turned and smiled at him as they got to her building

     Chan smiled back, “Can I get your number?”

     “Yeah.” Y/n grabbed out her phone and opened it to give to him to put his information in as he did the same. The two exchanged information before handing each other their phones back. Y/n thanked him before heading up to her unit.

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[ 16 ] COSTUME ROOM SHENANIGANS

status : unedited, written 01/17/24 ☆ word count : 1.3k

Y/N’S POV ⟡ COSTUME ROOM

the days leading up to the next play practice had been pretty normal which had you on edge.

life had ways of making you miserable and you were at your limit from the events that had taken place 2 weeks following today.

there were many things that made you nervous about attending play practice but the main one was a certain grey haired male who recently become the one most frequently occupying your thoughts.

even if it was just a cat reaction picture, you managed to muster up the courage to reply to cyno’s sudden confession.

however, you still felt awkward and it didn’t help that the simplest of things would make you think of him.

posters about the play while walking to your next lecture of the day? your mind drifted off to visualize him in the costume you had sketched the other day.

hearing someone mention the compsci department? you would wonder what he would look like wearing blue light glasses.

making eye contact with someone with a familiar red gaze while walking to the costume room?

wait a familiar red gaze? oh fuck no please no—

“—y/n? hi?? hello???” cyno said, slowly waving a hand in front of your face.

how you managed to disassociate for so long, you had no clue but that was an issue for later.

“y/n…?” he asked again.

cyno was now looking at you with a worried expression on his face.

he looks pretty even when he’s worried.. god definitely has favorites….

you quickly snap back into reality and focus on the man in front of you.

“i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to ignore you or anything. i’m just really out of it today i swear,” you frantically explained while nervously fiddling with a measuring tape.

when did i pick up a measuring tape…??

cyno nodded understandingly at your reasoning and started to speak again.

“so… my measurements..?”

“oh you’re right, i’m sor—” you started to apologize again.

“you don’t have to keep apologizing.” cyno interrupted.

you immediately shut up. cyno in person is so much more intimidating than the cyno who called you cute last weekend…

his face immediately contorted into a slight grimace.

“sorry… i didn’t mean for that to come out so harsh. tone is hard”

that made you giggle in amusement. there was the same feeling you had felt when he messaged you.

“slash gen?” you said while biting back a smile from overtaking your face.

cyno’s eyes seemed to lighten up at your small joke.

he was such a dork, you almost swooned right then and there.

he let out a small chuckle and nodded. “yea..”

the nervous knot in your stomach unraveled and you finally felt at a feeling of ease overtake your senses. that was the first time that had happened in a couple weeks.

“hey cyno, are you okay with standing still for me for a couple minutes? i swear i won’t take too much time” you asked, holding up your measuring tape.

“it’s fine, take as much time as you need,” he said stepping towards you.

you tilted your head in confusion at his words and he’s quick to explain.

“i’m not really needed until the scene 5. they’re going over scene 2 right now and it’s going to take a while since it’s technically the first official practice,” he rambled.

his behavior suddenly become more and more visibly nervous. the way he was tightly wringing his fingers looked painful.

you smile at the sight; not because you enjoyed seeing him like this, but because it reassured you that you weren’t the only one who felt nervous interacting with the other.

“you don’t have to explain yourself, just focus on standing still,” you said while extending the measuring tape and wrapping it around his bicep.

you see cyno tense and stiffen in place and while it was extremely amusing to see him act so out of character, you still had a job to do.

“cyno you can relax, i don’t bite you know?”

“i apologize i don’t—“

“why are you apologizing?? i said you can relax..” you sigh, retracting from him and folding your arms.

this only seems to make him even more nervous.

he can’t even look at you properly and this makes you think about what could make him feel less awkward.

it didn’t take long until you thought of something. sure, maybe you could possibly make a complete fool out of yourself but you didn’t have any energy left to face the wrath of ms lisa.

“knock knock”

cyno looks at you confused.

“i said knock knock,” you repeated.

“who’s there…?” he finally responds back.

“boo”

“boo who?”

“don’t cry, it’s a joke”

cyno freezes at this and looked away again.

you start to contemplate if it was really worth your last sliver of dignity trying to get him to become more comfortable with you until you saw the hand that was covering his mouth, the way his body trembled, the soft giggles that escaped, and the slight flush of red creeping up his neck.

“cyno??” you shifted to get a good look at his face.

he turned his head and you made eye contact.

that was when he burst out into full blown laughter.

it was your turn to freeze now; you didn’t know how to react or what the appropriate reaction would even be.

was this really the guy who had you nearly shitting yourself from getting cornered against a wall just a week ago??

his laughter was pretty, something you couldn’t find yourself ever get tired of listening to. unfortunately, but also not so unfortunately, it was just as contagious as it was pretty.

you found yourself laughing along with him and now the two of you were leaning on each other trying desperately to regain your composure.

except the two of you kept failing because you’d make eye contact and immediately get thrown back into another fit of mutual laughter.

this cycle continued another 4 or 5 times, give or take and by the end of it, you were gasping for air.

cyno was the first to recover and had taken it upon himself to hold onto one of your arms so you wouldn’t collapse.

“THE JOKE—” you wheeze. “—WASN’T EVEN THAT FUNNY”

“it was,” cyno shook his head in disagreement, now rubbing circles on your back in an attempt to help you.

“are you sure?? it was so corny,” you said, now feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over you.

before he could answer, you had pulled away from his grip on your arm and began to search the floor for the measuring tape you had managed to drop.

cyno frowned a bit but shook it off.

spotting the measuring tape, you grabbed it and approached him.

“i hope that was enough to help you relax,” you went to wrap the tape around his wrist. “i’d be kinda disappointed if it wasn’t”

cyno mumbled a small apology to which you let out a small hum in response.

you tapped one of his arms, gesturing at him to lift them so you could get his torso measurements and he complied.

you took the tape and wrapped it around his waist, tightening it till it was snug against the fabric of his oversized shirt.

cyno shifted a bit and you almost instinctively went to grab his wrist to warn him from moving; something you had picked up since your friends had a habit of running off in public.

with one holding the measuring tape in place and your other one wrapped around his wrist, you heard cyno’s breath hitch.

you pulled away from him and decided to busy yourself with “writing down his measurements” in your notebook that was already filling up with nervous scribbles.

cyno let out a nervous cough and then turned to look away.

perhaps the lack of air ventilation in the costume room was getting to both of you.

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AUTHOR’S NOTE : y/n’s secret spam is inspired by those indian men spam accs ppl use on insta to avoid getting caught stalking ppl😭 i saw a whole comment section full of them and immediately started laughing bc i had no idea how common it was???? on another note, my recent emojis are DESTROYED… it’s tragic and i never want to see the eggplant ever again

☆ backstory on y/n’s priv and why it’s like that — they originally were using it to troll ppl from their school and then ended up using it as a priv bc no one suspected it would be them behind the acc cause it looks like a bot LMAOO

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[mustainegf]

Walk me home pt 4 with Brad getting expelled and James getting to take reader to prom? 😁❤️

I APOLOGIZE FOR THIS BEING EMBARRASSINGLY LATE!!!

This was supposed to come out a long while ago, but it was only half written and I was so caught up with other stuff, but it’s finally here!!

𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊 𝐌𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟒 ¹⁹⁷⁹

— 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟏

It was prom night and I was so fucking nervous. I was shaking as I stood outside her house, clutching my corsage for what felt like forever. I took a deep breath and knocked on the door. Her mom answered, beaming, "James! Come on in."

I followed her into the living room and was hit with a wave of emotion as I saw her standing there. She looked absolutely gorgeous. I was just in awe of her for a moment before I remembered to say something. "Wow," I said, sounding like such a dork. She laughed at me and I blushed, looking down.

"You look so handsome," she said, walking up to me. She had never looked more beautiful. She was wearing a stunning yellow dress that went perfectly with her hair, and her makeup made her look even more beautiful than usual.

"Thanks," I said, handing her the corsage. She put it on and then did the boutonniere for me. We looked at each other, both of us laughing a little.

"Okay, okay, you two, we have to get a picture of you," her mom said, getting out her camera. We stood there awkwardly, looking at each other and laughing. It was one of the most awkward moments of my life. We managed to get a few photos together, though. I couldn't believe how gorgeous she looked.

"Okay, lovebirds. You should head out," her dad said, clapping me on the shoulder. "Have a good time." We smiled and thanked them and headed out.

We both had a bit of a laugh as we got in the car. We were both just so nervous.

I got behind the wheel of my old piece of shit car and started the engine. She sat next to me in the passenger seat, fiddling with her hands. "You look so perfect," I said, taking my eyes off the road to look at her for a second.

She blushed and smiled at me. I felt a warmth in my chest as I looked at her. I knew this was the girl I was meant to be with.

"Thanks," she said, smiling. "You look pretty handsome yourself."

"I don't feel like it," I admitted. She laughed at me.

"You're such a dork," she said, rolling her eyes. "You're so handsome." She grabbed my hand, squeezing it. I felt like I was going to die from how cute she was. We drove the rest of the way in comfortable conversation.

We arrived at the hall where our prom was being held. There were tons of people there, all dressed up and looking good.

"Ready?" I asked her. She nodded. We got out of the car and headed inside. We were immediately hit with tons of people saying hi to her. It was funny, she was so popular, and I was just some random band nerd. But she didn't seem to care. She always made me feel important.

We headed to the entrance, where they were taking our picture. We smiled and put our arms around each other. I couldn't help but laugh when they asked us to kiss, but she was always down for anything. She leaned up and kissed me lightly on the cheek and I blushed.

We walked into the prom and I was immediately hit with a wave of music and people. I felt a little overwhelmed. She seemed to be loving it, though. She was already greeting some of her friends. I stood awkwardly behind her, trying not to look like a loser. She grabbed my hand and squeezed it. "Come on," she said, smiling. "I want to dance with you."

I blushed as she said it right in front of all her friends. She dragged me to the dance floor and I felt my face go red. "Okay, okay," I said, laughing.

She laughed and stood there next to me. I looked around at everyone dancing and felt awkward. I had no idea what I was doing. She could see I was nervous and smiled at me, taking my hand. "Put your hands on my waist," she said, smiling. I put them there and she took her hands and put it on my shoulder. We swayed a little to the music.

I felt my heart pounding. She was so fucking beautiful. I can't even believe she's my girlfriend.

She smiled at me and kissed me lightly on the lips. I blushed. We danced together for a bit, smiling. She was so sweet to me.

After a few dances, our friends came over to join us. They all laughed at me for my terrible dance moves, but she never did. She just smiled and laughed with me. She was always so good to me. I didn't know what I did to deserve her.

About forty five minutes later, we were still dancing together. I was feeling a lot more relaxed. My arms were around her waist and she was holding onto me, resting her head on my chest. The music changed and we started slow dancing again. I was so happy to have her in my arms.

The music changed to a romantic song and she leaned in to kiss me. I felt my heart pounding. I loved this girl so much. I just wanted to do anything for her.

"Hey," she whispered, looking up at me. "I love you."

I felt my heart skip a beat. "I love you too," I said, smiling. She smiled back at me and leaned in for another kiss. I kissed her, feeling so happy. I couldn't believe how lucky I was to have her as my girlfriend. I felt so lucky.

After a little bit longer of dancing, we decided to get some food. I was fucking starving. I followed her over to the table and we loaded up our plates.

She laughed at me as I put a ridiculous amount of food on my plate. "You're such a dork," she said, smiling.

"Hey, I'm starving," I said, grinning at her.

"Well, you're going to explode," she said, giggling.

She poked at my stomach. I laughed. We walked over to a table and sat down to eat. We chatted a little bit about nothing in particular. I just liked spending time with her. She was always so adorable. I just wanted to make her happy.

I loved her so much.

We slipped through the front door as silently as possible. The house was dead quiet except for an occasional upstairs creak. My stepbrother was probably passed out as usual, which was perfect. No distractions tonight. It was just me and her, and I liked it that way.

We tiptoed down into the basement, where my room was. It wasn't much, but it was a mattress on the floor, with posters covering literally every inch of wall space, and stacks of records. But she always seemed to manage to make it feel like home. I flicked on the lamp casting light over the room as she twirled around once more in her dress. God, she looked amazing. I was trying to sear the image into my brain, her in that prom dress, spinning, laughing like we didn't have a care in the world.

"One last look before we ditch these huh?" she teased catching me staring.

I grinned, tossing of my blazer and unbuttoning my shirt. "You make it hard not to stare.”

She went pink and her teeth bitten into her lip as she slipped out of her dress, which fell onto my chair. She was quick with an old shirt of mine that hung loose upon her, and I kicked off my pants, not bothering with anything other than basketball shorts. We climbed into bed, sinking into the warmth of the blankets, her body instantly curling into mine.

We started talking in low tones, the conversation meandered between jokes about prom, griping about the idiots at school, and random shit that didn't matter. It was like we could go on this way, just lying like that, arms wrapped around each other, her head tucked against my chest. I ran my fingers through her hair, she traced shapes absentmindedly on my stomach. Peaceful, almost hypnotic.

And it felt like, um, after ten minutes, it was the right time.

"I've got something for you," I said quietly, but with an undertone of trembling that showed how excited I was.

She flipped her head back against me, her eyes aglow. "Oh yeah? What is it?"

I nodded to the bedside table. "Look in the drawer."

Still giggling, she leaned over me to open it. When she saw what was inside, the giggling ceased and ended with a gasp.

"No way…" Her eyes were wide as she pulled out the brand new record, "Paranoid" by Black Sabbath. The one I'd promised her months ago. The one that Brad had snapped in front of everyone, trying to humiliate me. Of course he got what was coming to him, but I was more pissed about the record.

Her eyes shone with excitement as they met mine. "James… this is perfect. I just can't believe you got it again. I thought… "

She didn’t say the rest of her sentence, as she literally flung herself on top of me, pressing kisses everywhere on my face. I laughed loudly as I wrapped my arms around her tightly while she showered me with affection.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" she whispered between kisses.

I smiled, observing her under the soft light. She looked so happy, and it made everything worth it. "You know I had to," I murmured, brushing a piece of her hair back.

She nodded, her face lighting up all the more. "Let's play it."

I leaned over and gently set the record to the turntable. The instant that needle hit vinyl, that familiar haunting melody of "Planet Caravan" filled the room, floating through space like a dream. We slid back under the blankets, wrapping ourselves even closer together, as the music hugged around us.

It was silent for a while but for the music and our steady breathing. Her lips found mine in slow, lazy kisses, and I could feel her smile against me. Much needed to be said between us, yet that seemed irrelevant at this point in time. It was one of those moments where words really didn't matter, just us with the music and that warm feeling in knowing we'd had one another.

“God, I love this song," she whispered, her head against my chest, her fingers tracing circles on my arm now.

I kissed the top of her head. "And I love you."

She looked up at me, eyes soft, and kissed me again, this time slower, deeper. When she pulled back, she whispered, "I love you too...”

We stayed like this, wrapped up in each other, the music fading into the background as we went drifting off. Her breathing slowed, her body relaxing even more against mine, and I knew she was falling asleep. I kissed her forehead, placing my hand gently upon her back as I closed my eyes, the last notes lulling us into sleep.

Nothing else in the world mattered at that moment, me, her, and Black Sabbath playing softly in the background. It was perfect.

[lfghughes]

Can I request going to the NHL awards with Jack and like matching I just want something cute and fluffy with them celebrating

a/n: but remember when i jinxed his win guys. this is my redemption post

This was your first time at the NHL awards and your first time on a red carpet in general. Before coming here you were definitely nervous but you weren’t going to give up your plus one spot that Jack had offered to you. As you looked at your boyfriend, a small smile spread on your lips at his suit that he was wearing. “I was ready to fight you if I saw you in a tshirt for this.” You teased which caused him to roll his eyes at you. “You’re never going to let me live down the all star red carpet are you?”

You quickly shook your head, maybe if you had gone with him to that you could have convinced him to at least have worn a nice button up. Once you were both ready you met up with his parents and immediately Ellen started gushing as she took in the two of you. “Look at my two babies.” A smile grew on your lips at her words and how easily she had accepted you into the family. “I’m so happy you’re wearing a suit and not a tshirt.” She pointed out which caused you to laugh. Glad everyone was on the same page as you.

At the red carpet it was exactly how you had pictured it. Cameras were everywhere, Jack was being stopped pretty regularly to get interviewed and to sign things. Every once in a while you would get into a photo with him but mostly you stuck near his parents. You would be lying if you said you weren’t in complete awe of your boyfriend and the way he acted like a natural even though you knew he wasn’t a fan of interviews. “I want to get a photo of you two, go stand with him.” Ellen ushered you forward and you did exactly as she asked.

“Mom, should we do an awkward prom pose?” Jack teased as Ellen snapped away on her phone. When she got her pictures, you went back to her to see the photos she had gotten. “Babe, look” Jack got your attention and you couldn’t help but laugh as he pretended like he was snapping photos of you on an imaginary camera. “You’re such a dork.” You shook your head as you watched him go up to the next interview. During this one they had asked what made him a gentleman and his response about holding the door open made you laugh.

“That’s your son.” You pointed out to Ellen who was shaking her head at her son. “He sure is.” You were glad to get inside into the ac and to finally be able to sit. “I can’t wait for us to go celebrate on broadway after.” Jack whispered to you as he sank down into his seat next to you. You were definitely looking forward to that too but first you wanted to see Jack win his award. Except well when it came around to it, he hadn’t won. Your hand went to his leg, giving him a reassuring squeeze as he shrugged. “It’s okay.” But you could tell he was a little bummed about it.

The rest of the night felt like it dragged a little but this was still an experience you would do all over again. When the night came to an end, Jack and some of his friends still wanted to go out and you definitely weren’t going to turn down a night out in Nashville. “Alright, you kids be safe. Okay?” Ellen warned the both of you. “Of course mom, we will.” He told her, giving her a hug goodnight. “Also baby, I’m proud of you always.” Your heart grew ten sizes as you watched your boyfriend with his mom before he came over to you. “I’m proud of you too and you are my favorite gentleman.”

[icycoldninja]

If the DMC related requests hasn’t been filled to the brim yet: So there is this character in this anime called Spy x Family, and this character is named Yor Forger. She’s like this insanely strong and agile assassin who can kill a hostile cattle like a bull with just her fingers.

That’s basically what I want Y/N to be in my request! 😊

So, I want to see how the Sparda Men + V would react to a female Y/N who just so happens to be their lover, who is an insanely strong, intimidating assassin who is also a socially awkward person.

Oh yeah, I know her; I love that anime!! Here ya go and enjoy 💜

Sparda boys + V x Yor Forger-like!Reader headcannons

¤ Dante ¤

-When Dante first met you, he thought you were some regular old, socially inept klutz--cute and silly.

-He never in a million years expected to watch you break a demon's neck with one hand and then use its' corpse as a springboard to tackle another demon into the ground, shattering your spine.

-Dante was honestly quite intimidated and wondered if there were more secrets you were hiding from him.

-When you confessed the truth, that you were a trained assassin, and that unlike most, you weren't cold and calculated, but just yourself, his fears melted away, mostly.

-He trusts you and knows you wouldn't do anything to hurt him, but he wonders if you might break his bones by accident when you're fooling around together or cuddling.

-Well, if you do, his demon regeneration will take care of that, he reasons, right before tackling you to the floor and demanding a wrestling match.

■ Vergil ■

- Vergil initially thought of you as weak, thanks to your awkward demeanor, and his inferiority complex.

-When he saw how easy it was for you to leap from platform to platform, dodging and incapacitating demons as you went, he was shocked.

-Next came an interrogation. Who were you really? Were you a demon? Why are you so skilled? Are you planning to kill him? Why are you so self conscious if you have this much POWER, shouldn't you be confident in your invincibility?

-It took you a while, but you explained who you were, why you were the way you were, and so on. Vergil begrudgingly accepted this as the truth, but was still suspicious.

-With time, however, the cold and MOTIVATED man came to understand that some people don't change their personalities when they gain power--a lesson he would do well to learn.

-He frequently invites you to train with him, just so he can get a taste of your abilities.

□ Nero □

-When Nero first met you, he felt like there was something a little off about you, but attributed it to your timid, socially awkward personality.

-Then he happened to accompany you on a mission and got to see your true power. How you managed to twist off the demon's limbs was astonishing--you were doing everything Nero did, but somehow, faster.

-He was shocked, yes, but not angry, just awed. He wanted to learn everything he possibly could about you, but was kind of nervous to ask. What if your whole personality was fake? What if you were a truly horrible person on the inside?

-After you revealed the truth to him, he understood this really was the way you were, his mind now at ease. He liked you the way you were.

-Now he happily takes you on missions with him, the two of you kicking demon ass all day, every day.

-He also challenges you to arm wrestling battles every now and again, just to test your strength.

● V ●

-V met you and was intrigued; after all, you're as much of a dork as he is.

-He most absolutely did not expect to be tossed over your shoulder like a sack of potatoes and carried out of harm's way faster than he could blink.

-While his mind processed how you managed to lift him so quickly, he begins to wonder how you managed to lift him at all, given he's a rather tall man.

-After the danger was over and you'd decimated all demons, you sat down and revealed the truth about yourself, shocking him, in a good way. This whole time you were an assassin?! So cool!

-V was glad you revealed this to him because now he had one less thing to worry about. Having a ridiculously strong assassin bodyguard would be such a blessing.

-One thing to bear in mind: Don't be too rough with him, such as yanking him too hard in combat, even if you mean well, because his bones are fragile and with your strength, you could easily break them.

[aesterblaster]

How Awkward Are The Blue Lock Boys In A Relationship?

Gender neutral//No Warnings

-1- Not Awkward At All

Maybe it's because you're friends beforehand or maybe it's because he's been in relationships before but he settles right in. You two just clicked from the first date and now you're connected at the hip. He doesn't care if you see him all sweaty and gross after practice or if he has a habit that kind of grosses you out. He bares it all from the get go and has a sort of charm you can't deny. PDA is a must and you swear he doesn't know the meaning of the word "cocky" with the way he peacocks and shows you off to everyone he knows. Even when he isn't the life of the party he makes sure to look out for you and assure you're having a good time wherever you two go.

Shidou, Oliver, Lavinho

-2- Not Bad, Not Bad At All

He tries to hide at least some of his more stupid habits from you. Except for the fact that he has a before game good luck ritual. And yes you do have to participate. He's the type of boyfriend to show up where you work just to surprise you with flowers. He has a sort of calming aura to him that makes you feel safe and at ease, even when you meet his parents. It's obvious to everyone around him that he loves you with all his heart and he isn't afraid to show it. You know each other inside and out within the first few months of dating because he's just that open and honest.

Bachira, Tabito, Nanase

-3- Only A Bit

Honestly didn't expect you to go on a second date with him. Between his busy life as a professional athlete and his love of egoism, he didn't expect to ever be in a relationship. But then you came along. His personality kind of saves him from being awkward, or at least percieved as such. All about communication, if he's feeling jealous or neglected he'll tell you outright. He honestly doesn't realize the absolute vice grip he holds on you or the way you stare in awe as you watch him train for his next big match. If anything, he'll make you feel awkward as you try to explain to him just exactly why you love him so much.

Sae, Snuffy, Kaiser, Chigiri

-4- Has A Healthy Dose Of Nerves

He probably waited a while to ask you out and got the final push he needed from his friends. Insanely thoughtful and compassionate, but also a bit of a dork sometimes. He is a bit more guarded about how quickly he lets you in on his innermost thoughts and probably gets nervous that you might leave him easier. Deep down he just knows how lucky he is to have a partner like you and he takes that seriously. He warms up to you quickly though and soon you find yourself getting up to all sorts of stupid antics with him. He holds your hand a lot just to feel your palm against his.

Kunigami, Chris, Naruhaya

-5- You Can't Tell

He isn't awkward in the steriotypical, blushing and easily flustered way. It's more introspective than that. He just learning how to be with you, slowly but surely. And the growing period that comes with that can feel awkward at times. You can just tell from the way he holds you and tries to get closer to you that he doesn't want to force you to do anything you don't want to do. Honestly, he'll probably be a bit more comfortable if you take the reins and tell him what you need. He'll gladly comply

Nagi, Gagumaru, Ego

-6- Bad Enough To Get Sweaty Palms

You absolutely undo him. Your laugh, your smile and praise, everything about you has his heartbeat speeding up. This man does not know how to act around you. Anyone who tries to hit on you will immediately get hit with an "Excuse me, is this guy/girl bothering you?" and a glare, but outside of that he is almost weary of announcing that you guys are together because he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable. His text messages are all mini paragraphs that could win prose competitions and it's equally funny and sweet.

Loki, Reo, Kuon, Kenyu

-7- Doesn't Know The Meaning Of Relaxing

Let's be honest, it's probably because you tease him. You just can't help it! He's so cute when he's struggling to come up with a response to your compliments and sly comments. At the beginning, he didn't expect it to turn into a serious thing at all, which is why he's utterly unprepared when the relationship turns more romantic. When you tell him you love him he freezes up a little bit. But every single time you start to worry your love is unappreciated he manages to gather the courage to wrap his arm around your waist and stare at you with a look of adoration that says it all.

Zantetsu, Ness, Lorenzo

-8- A Concerning Amount

He's a little bit pathetic. It kind of bothers him how nervous you make him. He's a world class athlete damn it! He's at the top of his field, anyone in their right mind would pay money just to date him for a week! And yet people are shocked when you mention you two are an item because he's so damn stiff standing next to you. When you two are in private he shows his love mostly through quality time than anything else. You can feel the way he relaxes and breathes a little bit easier when you lean up against him. It's a miracle you aren't just after his fame and money or he'd go broke just to please you.

Noa, Barou, Rin

-9- Seconds Away From A Heartattack

During your first kiss he accidentally hit your teeth against his and that just set the tone for the whole relationship. You wake up to a notification in the middle of the night that he liked one of your posts from years and years back, and then just like that it disappears. He accidentally drops the expensive gift he meant to give to you for your anniversary. He is the definition of fail cringe and yet he managed to snag you anyway and he will never stop wondering how. He somehow forgets that he's never missed a date, never failed to be respectful and nonjudgemental and overall has been the best boyfriend you could ever ask for.

Sendou, Hiori, Isagi

-10- Even Anxiety Meds Can't Help Him Now

On the field he's a beast, a master of trash talking and trickshots and yet when he talks to you he finds himself lost for words. He feels his mouth go dry when you ask him anything and he finds himself mesmerized by your eyes at inappropriate times. Please initiate plans with him, please talk to him often or he'll get confused and think you hate him. The type to almost start crying if you try to play mind games with him. While on the outside it sometimes looks like you're constantly pushing him to even be social, it's impossible to deny how much he loves you when you see him searching for you in a crowded room, completely lost without you by his side.

Raichi, Kurona, Niko, Ness

[adidastain]

just you and me

90s matt stone x fem reader

warnings: implied smut, alcohol use

notes: first person perspective (I, me, my, etc.)

word count: 2217

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“Oh, Trey! Ah!”

I looked over at the man sitting next to me. He was pinching his nose bridge, groaning slightly.

A laugh escaped through my nose as the sound of steady thumping filled the room. My friend and I were over at her boyfriend’s house to watch football, and she sort of ditched the living room with her boyfriend to go fuck upstairs. Now I was left alone with Trey’s roommate, Matt, who seemed just as awkward as me.

My friend practically screamed, before I could hear Trey shushing her. I shook my head and Matt took his glasses off to run his palms over his face.

“Jesus Christ,” he exhaled, laughing slightly. I giggled and stood up to make my way towards the kitchen.

“You want a beer?” I asked, rummaging through their refrigerator.

“No thanks,” he huffed, standing up as well.

Matt joined me in the kitchen to toss an empty beer can in the recycling. Their kitchen was quite small, so he sort of had to shimmy past me and I swear I felt our hips brush together.

“Can you hand me that cheese?” he said.

The only cheese I could see in the fridge was a little bag of shredded cheese, labeled “Four-Cheese Mexican Blend.”

I watched him as he poured a pile of chips onto a plate, before sprinkling cheese on top and throwing it all in the microwave.

“Did you see me on Master Chef last season?” he asked, grinning. Thumping continued steadily upstairs.

“I knew you looked familiar,” I said, playing along with his joke. Matt giggled and looked down at his feet, shuffling in his position.

I watched him nibble at his fingernails as silence filled the room. He seemed so shy all the sudden; I guess that was just from the fact that we didn’t really know each other and only just met a few hours ago.

My friend had told me about him a couple times and suggested I go out with him. I think she just wanted someone to go on double dates with. It sounded pretty ridiculous, but I guess after actually meeting him I’d maybe feel better about it.

He seemed like the funny type; I could tell he and Trey were practically inseparable. They were perfect for each other. But Trey was loud, and Matt definitely wasn’t.

“It’s been five minutes now,” Matt said, looking at his watch.

“They usually go for about twenty,” I added. “Supposedly.”

Matt laughed softly. He had a cute laugh, sort of. The gap between his front teeth really did a lot for him as far as charm went.

Suddenly, the microwave beeped and he presented his award-winning dish to me. The cheese melted into one big glob that bound a bunch of chips together as well.

“Nachos,” Matt beamed.

I giggled and rolled my eyes slightly. This guy was a total dork. My friend did tell me it was time I gave dorky guys a chance, since all three of my previous boyfriends were either jocks or models. But they all sucked, so maybe she was right.

Matt picked apart the glob of chips and cheese, snacking idly. He never went back to the couch though, so long as I was still in the kitchen. I could hear Trey groaning loudly above us, while my friend whimpered and moaned with each thud.

“Great game, huh?” I asked, breaking the silence so we wouldn’t have to listen to our friends having sex for the next, who knows how many minutes.

“Yeah,” Matt said. “The uh, Ravens are really kicking ass tonight.”

He somehow kept a straight face. I guess I was a little buzzed and delirious after having one beer, but to be honest, anything was funnier than listening to people fuck.

“I don’t know anything about football,” I admitted, picking at my fingernails.

“Me neither,” he snorted. “I like basketball. And hockey.”

“Hockey’s cool,” I agreed.

Silence again. Except for the thumping and creaking and moaning.

“Oh my God,” I whispered, gripping my face with my hands. I ran my fingers through my hair, leaning forward to sort of curl up like a shrimp.

“They always do this when she’s over,” Matt sighed, his voice hushed. “Wouldn’t you think, y’know… maybe they’d get bored of it?”

I threw my hands up. “Exactly!” I huffed.

“I guess I can’t really say anything, though,” he mumbled.

“Why not?” I asked, rubbing my forehead.

Matt bit his lip, staring down at his feet. “I wouldn’t turn down getting laid.”

“Well, duh,” I snorted. “But would you ditch your friend to have sex? At a stranger’s house?”

Matt shook his head.

“Exactly,” I whined.

“If you wanna leave, I can drive you home or something-“ Matt offered.

I shook my head. “It’s fine. They’ll be done soon. Hopefully.”

“Okay,” he laughed.

I sighed again, letting my gaze linger on him for a few seconds. I studied the way the fabric of his shirt hung from his shoulders, which were slightly slanted and very broad. The fabric caught on his collarbone and clung to the muscles in his chest, which weren’t huge, but still prominent. The rest of his body seemed to drown in the shirt; he looked skinny but his chest and arms were fairly toned.

Matt’s eyes caught mine and I actually blushed. He simply smiled like a dork. He really was quite cute…

That’s when I got my brilliant idea.

“Wanna make out?” I asked, taking a step towards him.

Matt’s eyes widened and he snorted. His body shifted to the side, shoulders shrugging as he stepped closer. “Sure.”

I bit my lip and carefully grabbed his hands, letting my body naturally gravitate towards his while I stared into his eyes. I could see now that he had dark green irises behind those big glasses.

Before I knew it, his lips met mine in a very gentle, ghostlike peck as he tested the waters. Matt reached up to caress my neck; his hands felt absolutely colossal in comparison to my slim frame. They were warm too.

I was shocked at how gentle he was being. We kissed so carefully, barely grazing each other’s lips and taking our time.

However, after moving my hands from his arms to his waist, I pulled him closer by the hips and stood on my tiptoes, attempting to deepen our kiss and build more passion between us. I wanted to feel his desire and see just how good he was at this.

It was then that Matt started holding his breath. As I kissed him deeper and opened my mouth slightly, I could feel his muscles tense up and he became hesitant to move. It seemed he focused most of his attention on moving his mouth in time with mine, strangled exhales escaping his lips every few seconds when we’d pull away in between kisses.

My hand slid up his torso to caress his face as I leaned back and looked into his eyes. His face was slightly pink and his lips were parted.

“You’re a pretty good kisser,” I smiled, glancing at his soft, warm lips.

Matt grinned, tooth gap on full display. “Not so bad yourself,” he said softly.

I let my hands fall to squeeze his biceps. “But you’re all tense,” I told him.

“Am I not allowed to be a little nervous?” he laughed sheepishly. “I barely know you.”

“Aw, you’re nervous,” I whispered. I kissed him again. “How sweet.”

“Yeah, kinda,” he said defensively. “You’re pretty.”

I hummed, pulling him back in to shut him up. This time I backed up so that the counter was digging into my hips and he could press his body against mine as hard as he could.

Matt grunted, before briefly pulling away. “Is it cool if I put my hand here?” he asked, placing his warm hand carefully on my waist.

I nodded, sliding my arms around his long neck to pull him back in. Once Matt had a good hold on my torso, I could feel a warm, tingly sort of sensation deep in the pit of my stomach. I could still hear thudding from above and I thought about quickly fucking this dork in the kitchen before they were finished upstairs. The thought was quickly pushed away, however.

“Mm… this feels dangerous,” he mumbled in between kisses. I could feel his lips curl into a smirk against my lips as he spoke, his warm hands massaging my waist.

“What do you mean?” I asked, panting softly.

“I might have a thing for you after this,” he exhaled. “You’re so good…”

I swear I didn’t mean to, but I let out a very soft, barely audible moan as he said this to me. The last thing I expected was for him to talk like that, but it kind of drove me crazy.

Fuck.

Matt pulled away and looked me in the eyes, seemingly flabbergasted by the sound I made. The eye contact was so intense. My heart was pounding in my chest, even faster than the thudding from upstairs.

Between the few seconds we spent staring at each other, Matt leaned closer and closer, letting his forehead rest against mine. It was oddly intimate, but I honestly loved it. Something about the fact that he was practically a complete stranger to me, yet still able to make me feel so flustered and anxious but comfortable at the same time, drew me closer to him. I felt need, like if I didn’t have him now, I’d never have him again.

I can’t believe I proved my friend right again.

But I couldn’t. I couldn’t do it. I can’t hook up with this guy here. Not right now. I felt insane for even thinking about it. I felt reckless.

My fingertip grazed over his lip, before leaning in to kiss him again, softly. I kissed him like I needed it to breathe, but not so much that I would die without it. Like I was kissing him just to kiss him. Taking time to breathe in between each kiss, letting my lips linger for a few seconds. The kind of kiss you’d share after having sex, when you’re exhausted and trying to catch your breath.

Eventually, we heard a loud, high-pitched whine echo from upstairs. We pulled away, giggling softly as the two lovebirds were seemingly finished doing their deed. Sadly, this meant my time with Matt was spent and I’d have to wait until our next meeting to do anything else.

“Hey,” he whispered, lifting my chin up so I’d look him in the eyes. “We should hang out sometime. Just you and me.”

I raised my eyebrows, laying my palms flat against his broad chest. “What would we do?” I teased, knowing damn well exactly what he had in mind.

“I dunno,” he giggled. “We’ll see how it goes.”

I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. Even if he was a sweet, dorky guy, he was still a guy. But who am I to judge? I almost tried to fuck him on his kitchen counter a few minutes prior.

“Okay,” I laughed.

Matt kissed me again, this time caressing my throat as he opened his mouth and licked my lips. I gasped and practically froze, immediately accepting the gesture by parting my lips and letting my tongue slide against his.

He tasted like tequila and the feeling of his hot, wet tongue against mine was absolutely intoxicating.

Unfortunately, after a minute or so, we heard footsteps coming down the stairs, and Matt let go of me. His warmth left with him and I felt cold as his body moved away. Aside from that, my face was on fire as my heart was racing and my lips still tasted like him.

Trey came downstairs alone, face probably just as flushed as mine and Matt’s. He let out a breathy “Hey,” before reaching inside the fridge to grab a cold beer. Matt and I responded in sync and I only felt my face grow warmer.

“Oh shit, Ravens are kicking ass. Sweet,” Trey said as he left the kitchen. I looked at Matt, who was biting his lip to stifle a laugh.

Eventually, my friend came back downstairs and we all gathered in the living room once again. Her and Trey were glued to each other of course, but instead of Matt and I sitting on opposite ends of the couch, I managed to squeeze in between him and the armrest.

Inevitably, my friend gave me that look, and I gave her the look. No words were said and none were needed. I couldn’t help but smile slightly, crossing my arms as I let my body ever so slightly lean towards Matt’s.

“When does hockey season start?” I whispered to him.

“It’s still going, I think,” he said quietly, looking down at me.

“Good,” I hummed, looking back towards the TV. Matt scoffed and I could feel him staring at me for a few seconds.

As the night went on and more drinks went around, my friend decided to sleep over with Trey, so Matt drove me home. Which was perfectly fine, because he ended up spending the night with me too. Though, to be honest, we spent very little time sleeping.

[yujipg]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧︱ YANG JUNGWON [정원] HCS — him as your gamer bf.

fluff (wow 😲😲😲 me writing pure fluff for the first time? we all cheered!) contains slight swears & terms of endearment, jw’s a dork tbh. read until the end for a small surprise!

gamer!bf jungwon would share his earphones with you on the way to school.

he’d play songs that remind him of you and always make sure that his hands hold yours tightly because it puts him at ease ꉂ(ˊᗜˋ*)♡

personally i don’t think he’s a big fan of pda, he’s the subtle type bc he wants to be careful as to not make you uncomfortable especially in public

more under the cut!

although, jungwon is surprisingly kinda clingy especially when it’s just the two of you!! (っ◞‸◟c)

he doesn’t want to admit it because he thinks its dumb, but when you two are in private he’d lean on your shoulder a lot.

when you’re around and he’s playing a few rounds in valorant, jungwon makes sure that his games end quickly so he could make time for you

coffee!!! dates!!!! Σ(￣□￣)！

jungwon also doesn’t use terms of endearment much because he finds it awkward using it on you! he’d be lying if he said he didn’t want to use them on you but he’s just so used to calling you “bro” or something like that (*」>д<)」──

“i love you man” “aw i love you too!”

awkwardly cute but he has good intentions

would teach you how to play games at first, so he’d have someone to play with if his friends are off :(((

you’d apologize a lot when you end up messing up / not understanding the instructions at first but jungwon would console you

“shh, don’t worry. it’s alright to mess up, you’re actually doing pretty good! take your time, i’m going to carry you anyway.” ♡

would brag about you to his friends with no shame 🥱🥱🥱

“oh yeah, did you know my s/o literally aims better than sunghoon in valorant? plus it was their first time too!” // “shut up jungwon!”

has multiple albums of you on his phone

puts a polaroid of you behind his phone case (bought a clear one on purpose so he’d look at it every night before going to sleep (*´ω｀*)

overall, gamer!bf jungwon is veeerry. cute. hehe.

❃.✮:▹ GAMER JUNGWON SHENANIGANS!

𓆩♡𓆪 — a small lil drabble for you guys! ;>

“hey, i finished my game,” jungwon announces proudly, plopping right next to you. he wraps his arm around your shoulder and gives a quick peck on your cheek. “i hope it didn’t take too long. missed you, a lot.”

chuckling, you lay your head on his shoulder. “i missed you too, my love. don’t you think you just played for such a short time? you must be bored,” you remark.

jungwon raises an eyebrow. “oh please, i wouldn’t want to be too occupied. plus, you always come first before my games. it’d be rude of me to ignore you… dear.”

there’s a short moment of silence.

“uh,” jungwon clears his throat, “ahem. i’m sorry. i don’t know if that sounded natural… i really don’t know how to use terms of endearment. i’m sorry if i made you uncomfo–”

you break into giggles due to your boyfriend’s awkwardly cute intentions. “jungwon… you’re my boyfriend. you don’t have to force yourself to use those terms if you don’t want to. plus, you sounded very natural. i’m proud of ya.”

“but like, wouldn’t it be weird if i still called you stuff like “bro, man, dude” in a relationship?” jungwon rubs his neck, chuckling. “it’s not like i didn’t want to call you those terms, i.. i’m just not used to it.

but like, you still are my dearest — my love. all that lovey dovey shit.”

“please, jungwon, you’re cracking me up.”

“hey! not even an “i love you?” hmph.”

“are you seriously sulking right now?”

“whatever. i am so, so, so beating you at mario kart!”

“dude, shut up. you can’t even beat me at cooking mama.”

“oh really? that’s going to change today!”

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[ultrone]

⋮ 🎯 ⌗ 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐱 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠

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cw. none

wc. 1.6ish k

It was a Thursday afternoon, and you and your friends had nothing to do after school, which rarely happened during the week, so you decided to go to an arcade nearby to have some fun.

As you and your friends walked into the arcade, the sounds of beeping machines and loud music filled your ears. You looked around and saw rows of flashing arcade games and ticket dispensers, each one beckoning you to come and play.

Chad and Mindy immediately rushed to the Whac-A-Mole machine, both trying to impress their girlfriends by winning the big teddy bear.

As Tara heads over to the claw crane, you and Amber join Wes at the photo booth. You all cram into the small space and start snapping pictures. You can't help but notice the discomfort between your girlfriend and your best friend. It's not like they hate each other, but you've always known that there's been some underlying tension between them. Wes has always thought that Amber is too possessive, and Amber, on the other hand, gets jealous easily when you spend time with Wes rather than with her.

"Come on, Ambs, smile!" you say, trying to get her to loosen up, as she seemed a bit stiff.

"I am smiling!" Amber retorts, her expression serious.

Wes looks awkward and uncomfortable, not sure where to put his hands. You, on the other hand, are goofing off and grabbing both of them, trying to make the picture as silly as possible.

"Hey, don't be so tense, Wes," you say, teasing him. "Just pretend Amber isn't here."

Amber shoots you a look, clearly not amused by your joke. You all manage to take a few more pictures before the machine spits out the strip of pictures.

You quickly grabbed the strip and examined the pictures. As you looked at them, you burst out laughing. Amber and Wes looked awkward while you looked all cute and happy in the middle. 

"Wow, we really know how to make an awkward photo look good," you teased, holding up the photo strip with a grin.

Amber rolled her eyes playfully, "Speak for yourself, I look like a total dork."

Wes nodded in agreement, "Yeah, I don't know what's going on with my hands in that last one."

Amber rolled her eyes jokingly as you snapped a picture of it with your phone and uploaded it to your Instagram story. "Of course, you have to share it with the world," she teased.

"Well, it's not every day we take such a stunning family portrait," you joked with a grin, putting the photo strip back in its sleeve.

As you all walked around the arcade, you could hear the competitive shouts of Chad and Mindy as they continued their Whac-A-Mole match.

"Take that!" Chad yelled triumphantly as he hit yet another mole.

Mindy rolled her eyes and tried to catch up, but Chad was too quick. Liv and Anika cheered them on, but you could tell they were secretly rooting for their respective partners. 

After a few more rounds, Chad emerged victorious, proudly claiming the giant teddy bear as his prize, and handing it over to Liv. Mindy pouted for a moment, but then a mischievous grin crossed her face.

"Fine, you win," Mindy grumbled, holding up her hands in defeat. "But don't get too comfortable, I'm still the reigning champ at air hockey." She grinned slyly at Chad, challenging him to a rematch. Chad grinned, accepting the challenge, and the group headed over to the air hockey table.

As you kept playing different games for the next hour, you began to feel hungry. You looked around at your friends and noticed that they were starting to get a little restless too.

"Hey guys, are you getting hungry?" you asked, “All that gaming has left me starving,” you said, rubbing your stomach.

"Yeah, I could go for some food," Chad replied.

"Same," Mindy chimed in. "I could really go for some fries right about now."

Liv, Anika, and Tara nodded in agreement, and you all decided to head towards the food court.

You made your way through the arcade until you finally reached the food court, and you all split up to order your meals. Chad, Amber and Mindy went for burgers and fries, while Liv and Anika opted for some sushi. You, Tara and Wes decided to try out the new pizza joint that had just opened up.

As the three of you sat down at a table with your steaming slices of pizza, you couldn't help but take a big bite of your slice, moaning in satisfaction. "Damn, this pizza's good as fuck," you said with your mouth full. Wes nodded in agreement, his mouth also stuffed with pizza. Tara followed suit, agreeing with the both of you.

Just then, you noticed Amber and the others approaching your table with their food. "Hey, babe, try this," you said to Amber, offering her a bite of your pizza.

Amber hesitated for a moment before leaning in and taking a small bite. Her eyes widened in surprise as she tasted the pizza. "Wow, this is really good," she said, giving you a kiss on the cheek in appreciation.

You grinned, reaching over to grab one of her fries without asking. She rolled her eyes at you in a playful way, clearly used to your antics.

As you all sat at the table enjoying your meals, Mindy brought up the topic of the Stab movies.

"Okay, but can we talk about how shitty Stab 7 was?" Mindy said, shaking her head.

Chad nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I mean, I couldn't even finish it."

Wes spoke up. "Yeah, Stab 6 is still the best one out of all of them."

Amber looked at Wes with a serious expression. "No, it’s not. Stab 5 is clearly the best one," she argued.

Wes raised an eyebrow. "What are you talking about? Stab 6 had a way better plot and the acting was way better."

Amber chuckled, almost teasing, "No way, Stab 5 had better character development and a more interesting storyline.” She continued, "Come on, Wes, you can't seriously think Stab 6 was better. It was so predictable and cliché," Amber said, “Besides, it-”

You kicked Amber under the table as you noticed she was getting a bit too heated. Giving her a look, you signaled her to calm down a bit.

"Whatever," she muttered, taking a sip of her drink.

Anika spoke up, trying to ease the tension. "I think all of them are good in their own way." 

Liv nodded in agreement. "Yeah, they're all pretty cool."

Mindy chimed in, "All except Stab 7. That one was a disaster."

Chad nodded in agreement, "Yeah, second that. They should have stopped after Stab 6."

You all laughed, relieved that the debate had ended on a humorous note. The group then started discussing their plans for the upcoming weekend, debating between a beach day or going to the movies. As you all finished your meals, you continued chatting and joking around, enjoying each other's company. The arcade hangout had been a great idea, and you made a mental note to plan another one soon.

After finishing your meals, you all decided it was time to head home. As you walked out of the food court, you and Amber made your way to her car. You got into the passenger seat and she started the engine, pulling out of the parking lot.

As she began to drive, you noticed the way Amber's hand instantly found its way onto your thigh, something that had become second nature to her by now. You smiled at her and leaned your head back against the headrest, enjoying the feeling of her touch. You placed your hand on top of hers, interlocking your fingers. 

As you sat in the car, you couldn't help but ask Amber about the debate earlier. "Hey babe, what was that about with Wes and the Stab movies?" you asked curiously.

Amber rolled her eyes, "Well, it's not my fault he has such bad taste." She replied sarcastically, a slight grin on her face.

You knew there was more to it than just the movie, though, so you pressed on. "Come on, you just did it to mess with him, didn't you?" You said, giving her a knowing look.

Amber denied it, but you knew better. "Babe, you literally made me watch Stab 6 two days ago because it's in your top 3," you pointed out.

Amber chuckled, "Well yeah, but 5 is still better."

You sighed and said, "Baby, you have to stop being so mean to Wes. He's actually trying to get along with you, you know?"

Amber relented, "Fine, I'm sorry. I'll try to be nicer to him from now on."

You couldn't help but notice how cute Amber looked when she was being stubborn. You knew that apologizing didn't come easy for her, so you smiled at how adorable she looked when she finally gave in. As she stopped at a red light, you turned to face her, gently grabbing her chin and turning her head to look into her eyes.

"I really do appreciate it, babe," you said, your voice filled with sincerity. "I love you, you know that?" you said, looking deeply into her eyes.

Amber's cheeks flushed as she smiled back at you. "I love you too," she replied softly.

You leaned in and pressed your lips against hers in a sweet kiss. It felt like time stood still as you savored the moment, feeling the warmth of her lips against yours. When you finally pulled away, you rested your forehead against hers and smiled. As the lights turned green, Amber shifted the gear and continued driving into the night. The streetlights illuminated her face, casting a warm glow over her features. You leaned back in your seat, feeling content and at peace, as the city passed by in a blur outside the car window

[a-libra-writes]

Ello! may I please request some of the Lackadaisy characters reacting to a ridiculously tall male reader joining their crew?- like hit their head on every doorframe tall?/jk- but in all seriousness, maybe like 8ft or something?

okay im going for like 7ft or so because that SLIGHTLY more reasonable but not by much; idgaf tho this is funny. Also if you will please imagine this as a lanky ass oriental cat a la Pangur of pangur-and-grim fame. also featuring lots of bi cats, because I say so.

Lots under the cut!

♣️Rocky - Oh!! That's a big one! He makes endless "how's the weather up there" jokes (some are so weird) and has lots of ... stories ("St. Louis' very own creature from the river bottoms, only arising when the fog is heaviest!"); it really brings him back to his circus barker days. The first time you picked him up he was momentarily stunned, also he may or may not have climbed up you like a kitten when something startled him. It only happened once, okay? He's also fond of swatting at your absurdly long tail, as in it distracts him mid-sentence and he just has to take a swipe. Look, this probably won't awaken anything in him.

♣️Freckle - First thought? Terrifying, even when you bonked your head pretty bad on the doorframe. Okay, well, you were a little less scary after the third time. He's used to being smaller than most men, but something about you just towering is nothing short of creepy, especially if you have a more tough or intense personality. If you're a kinder soul, Freckle relaxes much faster. When you both have to pile into the back of the car, he feels really awkward about how you have to contort and twist yourself. Jeez, that doesn't look comfortable ... and somehow it makes him feel a lot smaller, which he doesn't appreciate.

♣️Ivy - Omiiigossshhh, the girls at school are not gonna believe this. She beelines to you right away, delighted with the novelty she's discovered. Naturally she wants to dance, and she'd be so shocked and delighted if you were elegant in spite of your lankiness - that'll get her a crush right away. Don't worry, if you're more clumsy, you're still cute! She thinks everything you do is "cute", even if you have the face of a thug and the body of a furry noodle. Having to scoot into cars, towering over the bar when you sit on a stool, your shirt sleeves nearly going to your elbows? Cute! She'd love to buy you something real fancy that fit, she just knows you'd look sharp.

♣️Mitzi - Oh. Oh my. Not her usual taste, but with the right clothes and some pomade, well, you'd be a proper gentleman. Mitzi is already plotting to get you a nice suit made, and good naturedly notes you ought to eat more or the wind will knock you right over. She already feels small next to Atlus and Viktor, but that's doubled with you. Sometimes it makes her a little uncomfortable, but she knows you don't mean to cause the discomfort. If she got you a real nice suit and a gun, you'd be an excellent guard for when she's out and about ...

♣️Viktor - He tries to recall the last time he was this much shorter than someone ... When he was twelve, perhaps? He feels zero intimidation from you, though. Viktor's confident he could snap you in half if need be. Hm, if they got some muscle on you, you might be able to handle some serious firepower... He thinks on it. Oh, and now he isn't the only one having to dodge doorframes. If you're a less violent-inclined person, many times he's growled at you to stop being so slack-jawed and try to look scary, especially when you both are supposed to be guarding.

♣️Zib - Wow yeah okay this is awakening something in him for sure. The musician gets a little hot under the collar when you stand really close and he has to look up, or god forbid, you bend down to his eye level. He has no idea why he's feeling both aroused and terrified, and what that's supposed to mean. Once you said "good boy" as a joke and he nearly tripped and fell off the stage. He's this hopeless even when you're a dork; if you're actually a smooth operator, he's doomed.

♣️Atlas - Yeah, it's not hard to figure out how you stood out to him. You were offered a job, and though you're much lankier than a triggerman out to be, Atlas has plans. Just some fattening up, some practice with a gun and a well-made suit (your Christmas present, in fact), and you cut quite a shadowy figure. The suit is probably the finest one you own, and the only clothing that's fit in years. Mitzi helped choose the color.

🏵️Serafine - She's intrigued right away, which is no surprise. Most people notice you right away, and it's even better if you work for the Marigold gang and she gets to have plenty of time to flirt and bother and amuse you. Serafine is doubly entertained if you're a more clumsy or nervous sort. She loves calling you "le fantôme" or "le boogeyman", and very much admires when you use your height to frighten someone they're having a "talk" with. She has absolutely grabbed your long-ass tail to get your attention.

🏵️Nico - Listen. He's been with men before - not as much as women, mind you, and he's always preferred those who are smaller than him, which is most. But look. You're a tree, he's a squirrel. No shame, you're cute and he'll say it. He can probably pick you up just fine (which he's very proud of) and laughs if it embarrasses you. He's very interested in how you might fight, and has given you several tips on how to use your unusual size to your advantage when going hand-to-hand with someone.

🏵️Mordecai - Yes this is definitely awakening something and he doesnt want to think hard about it also why is EVERY damn person around him a tree -- You drive him up a wall for many reasons. You slouch all the time, your clothes never fit right, you don't carry a gun that would work best for your long fingers. The Savoys joke about you being Mordecai's "project" because he keeps fussing over you. Though they must say, it's a lot easier to get information out of their targets when they have Mordecai's signature glare and a terrifying cryptid looming over him.

⛰️Wick - Oops! All those feelings he's repressed since boarding school are coming out. Note you could be awkwardly trying to get through a doorway or climb out of a car, with clothes that don't fit quite right or trying to finesse a gun that's too small and he is just, totally enamored. If you have more of a scary demeanor - or you put on that act when you're working as Mitzi's bodyguard - then he's still enamored, just with a dash of fear. So. That's confusing.