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rantaroamamifuturegf · 2 months ago

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hi!! i rlly like ur writing and wanted to request smth🥹

can i request byakuya, nagito, kokichi, rantaro and hajime reacting to reader being jealous? or the other way around💗 thank you!

A/N: Thank you!! And I love this prompt, I had a lot of fun writing this and thought it was really cute and funny on some parts so I hope you enjoy it as well!! And as usual spelling errors

Plot: Reacting to their S/O being jealous then them being jealous as well

Characters being used: Byakuya, Nagito, Kokichi, Rantaro, Hajime

Byakuya

When you're jealous:

Thinks you're being ridiculous, calls you ridiculous

He thinks there is no reason for you to be jealous, when you're the only person he actually doesn't mind being around Plus isn't it kind of impressive how he can separate the world from Byakuya and not Byakuya

He's does love you but that doesn't mean he won't keep his mouth shut, like start insulting you lightly tho bc he don't wanna hurt your feeling that much and questioning if you trust him when it comes to others and this relationship so have to explain to him that it wasn't him you didn't trust, it was the person he was around

Asks who your jealous of so he can distant himself from that person so you don't have to be jealous anymore but won't tell you that part

IF you're jealous of Toko, he'll be bewildered like HOW and WHY!? He thought it was pretty clear he disliked being around her so why are you feeling that way!? You better have a good reasoning, Since Toko/Jack does follow him wherever he goes. To keep you from feeling that way again, He'll bring you with him every time Toko comes around

Tells you never to be jealous of that imbecile or anyone of that matter as if you can control it like 😭

When he's jealous:

I don't think he'll understand it at first but give him a few minutes, then he'll understand it then hate it and blames it all on you.

Like he wouldn't straight tell you he's jealous of some lowlife you hang around, but would make up a surprising reasonable excuse of why you shouldn't hang around them like

If you ignore his excuse and continue hanging around the person he'll join as well despite whether it's a private conversation or not and would gladly argue if one of you have an issue with it

I feel like when Byakuya is jealous, he would obviously not tell you that he's jealous but try to give you reason on why you should stop seeing that person and will constantly be around you more than usual and if you question it he'll question you back asking if he can't be around his lover

You'll have to found out on your on that he's jealous and when you confront him about it, he'll at first try to deny it then try to explain it in a way so he doesn't sound jealous but instead it makes him sound like he's needy so then he'll just agree and tell you he's jealous but would be arrogant about it and tell you it's your fault for not being considerate about his feelings but he's just being a bit petty

You'll have to distant yourself from that person so he doesn't have to feel that way anymore

Nagito

When you're jealous:

He thinks it’s his fault why you feel this way.

Would apologize and tell you that he’s the worst for making you feel such a thing and would continuously insult himself while saying he’s even unworthy of being in your presence

You have to tell him he’s not the problem and it’s just you, yourself feeling this way against the person he’s hanging around

I feel like he wouldn’t really know what to do with your jealousy because despite what you said he still feels like it’s his fault for making you feel such a thing. So he would would ask if you want him to stop hanging around the person all together and he’ll do it gladly

He’ll literally start bashing you with compliments. He doesn’t want you to feel as if he’ll ever leave you since you’re genuinely one of the only people who would put up with him and the only single person who would actually surprisingly to him feels a romantic way about him

You would have to tell him that you don’t want him to lose a friend just because you’re feeling this way so since he doesn’t really not what to do other than comfort you and tell you you’re the only one for him and that you're his main hope in the world, he’ll distant himself from the person just for you

When he's jealous:

Wouldn’t tell you, feels as if he’s bothering you if he did tell you and thinks he should be grateful for the fact someone like you even looked his way

So basically in other words, you gotta find out on your own man. I feel like he’s the type to watch you and that other person talking from afar and if both of you look his way he’ll just smile casually and wave as if he wasn’t just debating whether to speak with you or leave the room

Despite all this I feel like he’s the type to distant himself from you rather than having to ask you to distant yourself from the person and wouldn’t actually discuss his feelings with you since he would feel like he’s bothering you.

So you had to pull him away in private and discuss with him about it, he’ll start apologizing and would feel bad for making you even waste your time discussing this topic with a “worthless trash” his words like himself.

You had to remind him that his feelings mattered as much as yours when it came to the relationship and you would grateful distant yourself from that person if it made him feel him better and would comfort and reassure him that your eyes only land and are only interest in him

he’ll try to started bashing you with compliments but you kept on shushing him and remind that you’re thinking about him right now not yourself

Kokichi

When you're jealous:

Thinks it’s the most funniest shit in the world and would make fun of you/tease you for feeling that way

I feel like he might be little toxic and just wants to see your reaction at times so he would purposely ignore you at time and give more attention to the person your jealous of just to see your reaction and would feel smug about it. But he swore he only done that only ONE Five TIMES

He does secretly thinks you being jealous is really cute and funny but would only mention the funny part. Would straight up make you confess why you’re jealous then he ends up fake pouting and asking if you don’t trust him with other people

Even if you do try to explain how you do trust him and it’s just the person, he already knows that and just wants to mess with you a bit

Exaggerated over the whole thing and tries to make you look like your in the wrong but you both know it’s just an act Would fake cry if you called him out on his act too early and would say you’re being mean to him

After once he’s finally done having his fun, he’ll try to comfort you while teasing you at the same time and would just tell you he won’t leave you unless you leave first or would tell he’s the most loyalist and truthful person to ever exist in your life Obviously a lie

He wouldn’t tell you but he would distance himself from the person your jealous of and would insult them/give backhand compliments so you can understand he’ll never feel a single thing for the person and only wants you obviously wouldn’t tell you none of the things he did, but you would notice it on your own

When he's jealous:

Wouldn’t tell you, wouldn’t even let you know. And if you do find out, he’ll continuously deny it and starts throwing random subjects just to change the topic

I feel like he’s the type to want more of your attention when he’s jealous, like he’ll be more teasing and bothering you more especially if you’re with the specific person he’s jealous of.

He’ll quite literally pop out of nowhere and bother you guys regardless whether he’s annoying you or not

He would fake cry and fake pout more than usual if you’re barely giving him any attention so he’ll do that just to get your attention

He’ll probably be more insulting/making fun of the person he’s jealous of even in front of you at times so you can realize how much of a annoying loser the person is and hang out with him instead

If you do defend the person at times from his insults, he’ll be secretly annoyed and gets more jealous but just acts it off and fake pouts at you

Once you do find out about his jealousy at this point he won’t even deny anymore and purposely over exaggerate with fake tears and fake pouts and say that you been knew about his feelings and was “purposely” trying to make him feel even worse

Even if you deny it, he knows you wouldn’t do that and just wants a reaction so for his sake every-time you hang around the person, you take him with you and slightly distant yourself from the person a bit

Rantaro

When you're jealous:

Once you tell him, he would specifically like to know what he’s doing with the person that is making you jealous so when he hangs out with other people he doesn’t do it again so you won’t jealous anymore

He thinks that you being jealous is really cute and lightly tease you about it but he does take your feelings seriously and would actually do something so you won’t feel that way again

He wouldn’t really distant himself from the person but would spend more time with you just to reassure you that he wants you and only you and not that person

He take you out on dates or bring you out to one of his travels or just you and him hanging you in general.

He’s not really the one to start PDA but doesn’t really mind it but if it’s for making you feel better and reassuring you and if you don’t mind as well then he’ll try to hold your hand or put hand arm around you a couple of times

But if you do want him to distant himself from the person regardless of the fact he’s spending more time with you. He wouldn’t really understand at first and questions you a bit but if it makes you feel better he’ll do it, but he won’t distant himself from the person for that long since he considers them as a friend

He’ll probably tell the person about your jealousy so they won’t think he’s purposely wanting to get away from them

When he's jealous:

He wouldn’t even notice that he’s was jealous, he’ll probably assume that he’s upset with the person for no reason and look past it since he isn’t the type to jump to conclusions

I think it’ll take like 2 days or less for him to realize that he’s jealous, like how to took him to bit to realize when he was gaining feelings for you.

So once he finally gets that he’s jealous, he wouldn’t really know what to do and would assume that the feelings would go away on its own. But at first He’ll try to be in most not every conversations you and that person and would feel slightly annoyed if you and that person hug at times.

He won’t beat around the bush about his feelings or keep it hidden away. So once his feelings goes a bit too high for his liking, he went and talked to you about it

He was glad that you were understanding and he didn’t want you to distant yourself from the person but you did it anyways just for him. He can’t help but wonder how lucky he is for you at times

Hajime

When you're jealous:

When you told him that you were jealous, he thought it was really cute at first but was also worried because he didn’t want you to feel that way

At first he wanted to make sure that he wasn’t the problem so he asked you if you trusted him with hanging out with others and you had to reassure him you did trust him and it was just the person he was hanging around

He would feel somewhat responsible if you been feeling this way for a while now and hasn’t said anything till now, so he’ll try to make it up to you by spending more time with you than with the other person

He even apologized once for not noticing your feelings sooner but you told him he didn’t need to apologize and it was just you feeling that way with that person

Would distance himself from that person. But if it’s Chiaki that you’re jealous of, he can kind of understand why since him and her spend quite a lot of time together and she usually tags along with the both of you during hangouts so he would talk to Chiaki first about it and she’ll obviously be understanding about it

She even went over to you and decided to let you know that she has no romantic feelings for Hajime and it’s only platonic. She thinks you and Hajime are a great couple and doesn’t want to get in between of that

He would reassure you and plan hangouts with you more than you guys often do just to make sure you know that he only loves you and only wants you

When he's jealous:

He realized his feelings right away and was so embarrassed about it and didn’t want you to know or find out. It’s not that he doesn’t like communicating with you it’s just he finds it a bit embarrassing being vulnerable in front of you at times so he’ll keep his mouth shut about his jealousy.

I think Hajime is the type to be a bit insecure when he’s jealous and wants to show you off more and impress you. Because unlike you, Hajime isn’t a ultimate and is just a reserve course and if it’s an ultimate he’s jealous of he would feel even more insecure because he would think they are quite obviously better than him and doesn’t want you leaving him for them.

First he would try to show you off a bit, and do more PDA if you’re fine with it ofc like holding your hand in public more or putting his arm around you more and hugging you Maybe kissing if you’re at that stage in the relationship would def do more PDA If the person he is jealous of happens to be in the same room

He doesn’t want to be that insecure of himself so he’ll talk with Chiaki and she should tell him to discuss his feelings with you but he told her how he didn’t want to result to that yet and instead she gave him a different kind of advice and that’s to win you over like a video game, despite the fact you’re already his

He’ll tried to impress you with his video game skills, like when all three of you are hanging out Chiaki would purposely like Hajime beat her in the video game just to impress you but you had a feeling something was up because Hajime never beat Chiaki in a video game before so why is suddenly beating her now?

You asked for some privacy with him and Chiaki left the room so you can talk with him alone, you started questioning him and he didn’t want to lie to you so he confessed about his jealousy and you went straight away and reassured him

You had to let him know that wouldn’t leave him even if he’s a reserve course and you’re not, you’re not going to leave him over something as silly as that. And told him he doesn’t need to impress you or win you over or anything because you’re already his

He was slightly flustered and embarrassed about your words but nonetheless he would feel grateful for you and your words as you hugged him. Maybe a small cuddle session but it was cut short because Chiaki came back in and he got embarrassed and moved away from you.

You guys went back to playing video games and Chiaki went back to constantly beating Hajime and you in the video games but we ain’t gonna talk about that

He didn’t need to ask you and you already put a distance with the person he was jealous of. Bro never felt so happy and in love with you in one single day

Hope you enjoy! - Manij

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colourstreakgryffin · 1 year ago

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Thank you for taking my request earlier <3

I again have a request if you don't mind ^^

Tsugikuni brothers (yes, I simp for them-) hcs (separately) with the s/o who is awkward with people at first but after getting comfy likes to talk alot and is an absolute chatterbox that barely shuts up? Like the reader also likes to make the people close to them laugh by purposely saying stupid things? But their friends sometimes exclude them or don't pay attention to them when they are trying to say smth?

TvT I mean that's literally who I am and that what's happens to me mostly so yea-

Let me know if you are not comfy with writing it or so ^^

Oooh! No, don’t worry. This very cute! I definitely will do this one too, and hey, I’m like this in real life tbh!

Michikatsu Tsugikuni and Yoriichi Tsugikuni

Yoriichi is a awkward and antisocial man himself so he isn’t that bothered nor pushy over your own shyness as he understands it fully. To him, you seem very nice and he won’t force you to talk to him, take your time

Michikatsu, on the other hand, is as quiet and antisocial as Yoriichi, but he is able to hold conversation so you’re own social issues is a bit annoying, not enough to make him despise you tho, just enough to make him scowl

Yoriichi and Michikatsu are equally quiet so when you start to open up more and begin to be much more talkative and shape into the chatterbox you are under that cute exterior. Both brothers are considerate and will never be rude towards you but act different

Yoriichi loves listening to you ramble on and on as long as you want, and he will always be your listener. He also really adores that you feel comfortable with him enough to talk your heart out

Michikatsu needs silence however but he just doesn’t have the gut to even ask you to tone it down. It’s half a annoyance and half a joy, he does likes hearing how excited you are and how you rely on him

The Tsugikuni Brothers are just raised polite and considerate so no matter what, you want to talk to them? They’ll let you talk and rant and even dump, the closer you are to them, makes them even more willingly to hear you out. It’s how they are by nature

Yoriichi is so flattered and flustered when you say stupid things and try your best to make him laugh. He may force out a laugh at times but that’s because he just adores you and your happiness is his to his core. Most of the time, your attempts make him genuinely laugh

Michikatsu is not much of a jokester, he is very serious but with the way you always say such stupid things and suspect him to laugh with waiting eyes, he always laughs. No matter what, to him, you’re adorable and he wants to make you happy

Both Tsugikuni Brothers are extremely protective over you and your health, so when you tell them about your friends excluding you, out of the blue, from conversations or ignoring you, they are equally outraged

Yoriichi calmly and politely discusses a plan with you, to talk to your so-called friends about their treatment over you since he just can’t stand you being upset or hurt. They don’t realise what they do to you so he must make them realise himself

Michikatsu won’t let that shit slide, god no, he is immediately going to your so-called friends and talking them down for mistreating you. You’re a pure being and he will protect your purity forever. He doesn’t tell you about what he does but it’s all for you

“Dokusha… are you okay? You look a bit upset? Would you like to sit down and have lunch with me, so you can also tell me about everything of today. I’d love to hear it and I’ll try cheer you up”

“Dokusha. I can sense you’re uneven and irritated over something? Aren’t I always the one you tell your issues to? Spill to me about every detail right now, don’t hesitate”

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mynicosensesaretingling · 5 months ago

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hi, I saw your latest Nico fic and I finally have the courage to request cuz I guess your requests are open

can you write something in the 2016 prize giving ceremony setting? some cute moments were him and reader are talking and giggling and its caught by the cameras, and when giving his speech after receiving his trophy he mentions some cute moments of him and reader racing related, and for the end can you write smth abt that one pic were his taking a photo of his trophy while in the car and reader is beside him? some moments between them interrupted by their chauffeur?

love your writing and thank you, there's no Nico Rosberg writers out there 💔

A Celebration of Hearts

Nico Rosberg x fem!reader

note: thank you so much for your request, I really enjoyed coming up with a story for this one!! (I just assumed this was for a fem!reader , but if I am wrong please tell me and I’ll adjust the pronouns!! ) And it’s my absolute pleasure to serve content for all my fellow Nico enthusiasts <3 i hope you enjoy the story , all the love to ya!

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The 2016 Prize Giving Ceremony was an evening of glamour and celebration. The atmosphere buzzed with excitement as the faces of the motorsport world gathered to honour the year's champions. Among the attendees was (Y/N), a relatively new journalist who had struck up an unexpected and endearing friendship with Nico Rosberg over the past season. Nico, having just announced his retirement days earlier, was the man of the hour, ready to collect his well-deserved World Champion trophy.

As the ceremony progressed, (Y/N) found herself seated at a table near the front, with a clear view of the stage. Given the circumstances, the evening was already a memorable one, but it became even more special when Nico walked over during a break.

"Hey," Nico greeted her, a warm smile lighting up his face as he came to a halt beside her chair.

"Hey yourself, Mr. World Champion," (Y/N) replied with a grin, craning her neck to look up at the blonde. "How does it feel to be on top of the world?"

Nico chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Surreal. But seeing a friendly face makes it a bit more real."

(Y/N) raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. "Oh, so now I'm just a friendly face? Last time I checked, I was the journalist who nearly outsmarted the World Champion at the Hungarian Grand Prix."

Nico laughed, shaking his head, before looking down at her again. "You really did give me a run for my money. I think you missed your calling as a strategist."

"Maybe," she replied, tapping her chin thoughtfully. "Or maybe I'm just good at keeping you on your toes."

"Mission accomplished," Nico said with a grin, casually plopping down on the sear next to her. "I never knew where you'd pop up next."

"That was the fun part," (Y/N) admitted, a mischievous glint in her eye, as she turned her body to fully face Nico. "Like that time in Brazil when we got caught in the downpour. I don't think I've ever seen you run so fast."

"Hey, I had to protect my hair," Nico retorted, running a hand through his perfectly styled locks. "But I do remember us squeezing under that tiny umbrella. I think I ended up more wet than dry."

(Y/N) laughed, nodding. "We both did. But it was worth it for the conversation we had. I think that's when I realized you're not just a champion on the track."

Nico's smile softened, a touch of warmth in his gaze. "Thanks, (Y/N). That means a lot coming from you."

The pair talked and giggled, sharing light-hearted banter and recalling moments from the season. At one point, Nico leaned in to whisper an amusing anecdote about a mix-up at the Japanese Grand Prix, causing (Y/N) to burst into laughter. Unbeknownst to them, cameras were capturing these candid moments, broadcasting their genuine connection to the world.

As the evening wore on, the time came for Nico to take the stage and accept his trophy. He rose from his seat, giving (Y/N) a quick, reassuring squeeze on her shoulder before making his way to the stage.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Nico began, holding the trophy aloft. "This season has been a dream come true for me. It's been a year of hard work, dedication, and unforgettable moments."

He paused, his gaze finding (Y/N) in the audience, and smiled. "I want to share a few personal moments that made this year so special. There was a time at the Hungarian Grand Prix when (Y/N) here – yes, our very own journalist – and I had a little race of our own. She was determined to get an exclusive interview, and I was equally determined to avoid it until after qualifying. It turned into a hilarious game of cat and mouse, and I have to admit, she nearly outsmarted me."

The audience chuckled, and (Y/N) felt her cheeks flush with a mix of embarrassment and pride.

Nico continued, "And then there was the time at the Brazilian Grand Prix when we got caught in a sudden downpour. We ended up huddled under a tiny umbrella, talking about everything from racing strategies to our favourite movies. To me, those are the moments that make this sport so incredible – the unexpected friendships and shared experiences."

With a final nod to the audience, Nico concluded his speech and made his way back to his seat, where (Y/N) greeted him with a beaming smile, a blush still decorating her cheeks.

"You did great up there," she whispered, nudging him playfully.

"Thanks," Nico replied, leaning closer. "I was just trying to impress a certain journalist.”

"Oh, really?" (Y/N) teased, raising an eyebrow. "And here I thought you were just being modest."

Nico leaned towards her, attentive eyes sparkling with mischief. "Modesty isn't really my style, you know that."

(Y/N) chuckled, shaking her head in amusement. "No kidding. But I think you pulled it off tonight."

As the ceremony concluded, they made their way out of the grand hall, the evening's excitement still buzzing around them. The cool night air was refreshing as they stepped outside, Nico's hand lightly resting on the small of her back as they navigated through the crowd of people.

"So, what did you think of the speech?" Nico asked, glancing at her with a curious smile.

"It was perfect," (Y/N) replied sincerely. "Heartfelt, honest, and with just the right amount of charm."

Nico's grin widened. "I'm glad you think so. I was worried I might have gone a bit overboard."

"No, you were just right," she assured him, her eyes twinkling. "And trust me, I would tell you if you were too much."

"That's what I like about you," Nico said, his tone softening. "You always keep me grounded."

Blushing yet again, (Y/N) redirected her gaze onto the dimly lit sidewalk in front of them.

Continuing their walk in comfortable silence, it didn’t take long until they reached Nico's car, a sleek black Mercedes, waiting for them by the curb. As they slid into the back seat, (Y/N) felt a flutter of nerves and excitement. The atmosphere was charged with a newfound intensity, their playful banter giving way to something deeper, something she had felt, but never acknowledged before.

"So, what's next for the great Nico Rosberg?" (Y/N) asked, her tone laced with teasing sarcasm, as she settled into the plush leather seat beside the blonde.

Nico pondered for a moment, lips forming a slight pout and his fingers drumming lightly on the armrest. "Well, after this whirlwind of a year, I think I deserve a break. Maybe some time off to travel, spend time with family, and... see where life takes me."

(Y/N) nodded, a gentle smile on her lips as she found herself touched by his openness. "That sounds wonderful. You definitely deserve it."

Nico turned to her, his gaze unexpectedly intense. "And what about you? Any big plans now that you've conquered the world of motorsport journalism?"

A soft huff escaped her lips. "Conquered is a bit of an overstatement. But I do have a few exciting projects lined up. Maybe even a book someday, who knows."

"I'd read it," Nico said earnestly. "You've got a way with words, (Y/N)."

A comfortable silence settled over them once again, as the car glided through the city streets. Nico reached for his phone, raising it to capture a photo of himself with his trophy perched on his lap. (Y/N) decided to lean in, her head close to his, both of them smiling for the impromptu selfie.

"Perfect," Nico said, lowering his phone. Twinkling eyes still focused onto the picture. "I want to remember every detail of tonight."

As they settled into the ride, their conversation flowed easily, filled with laughter and shared memories.

"Do you remember the first time we met?" Nico asked, a playful glint in his eye. "You were so nervous."

"I was not!" (Y/N) protested, laughing. "Okay, maybe a little. You were Nico Rosberg, after all."

"And you still are," she added, her tone turning sincere. "But now I know you're also the guy who runs from rain and takes goofy pictures with his trophy."

Nico chuckled, nudging her shoulder. "Guilty as charged. And you’re the journalist who somehow manages to make every moment memorable. Even though I am still not sure how you managed to sneak into my life like that."

Their chauffeur cleared his throat, and Nico glanced at him in the rearview mirror, then back at (Y/N). "Sorry, we were lost in our own world for a moment."

"Understandable," the driver replied with a knowing smile. "It's nice to see you so happy, Mr. Rosberg."

Nico's eyes met (Y/N)'s, a mischievous glint returning. "Well, I've got good company to thank for that."

(Y/N) felt her blush deepen, but she couldn't help but smile back. "Flattery will get you everywhere, Nico."

"Is that so?" he murmured, leaning a bit closer. "Maybe I should try it more often."

"You might just get away with it," she replied, their faces inches apart.

Nico's gaze flicked to her lips before he pulled back slightly, the tension between them palpable. "You know," he said casually, "I never did properly thank you for all those interviews and articles."

"Oh?" (Y/N) tilted her head, curious. "And how do you plan on doing that?"

"How about dinner? Tomorrow night," Nico suggested, his voice low and inviting. "Just the two of us. No cameras, no interviews. Just... us."

(Y/N) felt her heart race at the invitation. "I'd like that," she replied, her voice soft.

"Great," Nico said, his smile widening. "It's a date."

As the car pulled up to her hotel, Nico helped her out, their hands lingering together a moment longer than necessary. (Y/N) felt a mix of anticipation and reluctance to end the evening.

"Thank you for everything tonight," she said, her voice sincere. "I had an incredible time."

Nico's smile was warm and genuine. "The pleasure was all mine. I'm really looking forward to our dinner tomorrow."

(Y/N) nodded, feeling a flutter of excitement. "Me too. I’ll see you then, Nico."

He held her gaze for a moment, his eyes reflecting the same anticipation she felt. "Goodnight, (Y/N). Sleep well."

With a final squeeze of her hand, Nico watched as she entered the hotel, her silhouette disappearing through the revolving doors. He leaned back against the car, exhaling deeply. This night had been more than he ever expected.

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kazvha · 1 year ago

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Hi! May I request headcanons of Yoru, Gekko, and Phoenix (separately) trying to confess their romantic feelings to VP agent![Reader] [Gender Neutral], but some situations kept blocking their attempts to do so like last minute missions and other chaotic events that happen at the Valorant Protocol; then towards the end, they finally confess their feelings to them?

Summary: They want to confess to you, but they get interrupted.

Including: Phoenix, Yoru & Gekko.

Notes: Hi and thanks for the request! I'm new to the Valorant fandom and this is also my first time writing for it. I had some trouble bc of that, but I hope it's alright?👉👈 Enjoy!

Phoenix

• He's so down bad for you

• When you joined the Valorant Protocol the two of you instantly clicked, mostly because of his social and welcoming nature

• Since he was way longer in the Protocol, he showed you around and taught you all the different stuff

• It didn't take long until he fell for you after you spent so much time together

• And as impatient as Phoenix is, he wanted to confess his feelings to you as soon as possible

• But every single time, the odds were against him

• For example, one time you were in the common room in the early morning, eating your cereal when Phoenix joined you on the couch

• The room was deserted and you were in a good mood, which made this moment a perfect time to confess.

• This man got so nervous all of a sudden and asked you some random question instead of saying the three words. "Yoo, is the cereal tasting good?"

• You gave him a side glance and hummed because you had the cereal in your mouth

• Phoenix wanted to say more, but Jett walked into the room and started a conversation with you, ruining his opportunity

• He was losing his mind the more time passed

• So eventually, he decided to confess to you in front of your room in the middle of the night

• Before anything could happen he blurted the words out as soon as you opened the door. "I like you. I like you more than a friend."

• Instead of watching your reaction, he looked around as if he was waiting for something to happen.

• When nothing happened, he whispered a silent "Ohh yeah baby, I won this time!", which only made you more confused

• "So what's your answer?" He ran his fingers through his locks and gave you a professional smile

• "Phoenix, please, it's 3 AM. Ask me again in the morning, I'm too tired to think straight." You closed the door on him

• But after thinking about the things Phoenix said for a few minutes, you opened the door to give him a positive answer

• To your surprise he was still standing there

• "I like you too."

Yoru:

• It was how you treated him seriously and genuinely heard him out compared to the others

• When he first realized his feelings for you, he suppressed them. What good would come out of this?

• But he couldn't stop thinking about you. Every little thing reminded him of you. And it didn't help that you often had missions together.

• These bottled-up feelings would hinder his performance to the point he would panic every time on the inside when you faced an enemy

• It couldn't go on like this

• He tried to confess to you on the flight back from a mission. The others were in the front and you were the only two in the back

• "Listen, I-"

• Yoru couldn't say more since Brimstone had another mission for you

• "Mirrors have been sighted in that area. We have to get there quickly. Yoru, [A/n] make yourselves ready."

• A heavy sigh escaped him

• Next time he tried to convey his feelings to you in the range. However, Killjoy and Raze interrupted your moment to test out their new machines and bombs

• Even if they left you two alone again, you wouldn't be able to hear Yoru because of the ringing in your ears😭

• At this rate, Yoru got the feeling that he would never be able to find the right moment. This noticeably soured his mood for a few weeks. The other agents thought he lost a bet or smth

• In the end, he said it in the middle of the battlefield. He was done waiting, and you needed to know. So, before everyone went to their positions, he walked up to you

• "Hey, you're the person I like. So don't die on me now. I need to hear your answer later."

• With burning cheeks, Yoru fastly teleported to his position and left you with a surprised Pikachu face

• You also came clean after the mission. "Hey, I didn't die!", you smiled, "and I have feelings for you too. Possibly more than you can imagine."

Gekko:

• When Gekko joined the Valorant Protocol, he stuck to you and Neon like glue

• In addition to being assigned to various missions together, you three also spent most of your free time together

• When there was nothing to do, you hung out in each other's room, went to a boba place, sparred together, etc.

• You three and Gekko's little buddies, quickly became close friends

• With time, Gekko developed romantic feelings for you. Of course, Neon noticed this fact which resulted in you and Gekko spending more time together because she gave you two some space

• Whenever he was near you, he felt giddy and nervous. Even his little crew became more touchy with you

• He wanted to confess to you when you two were drinking boba in a cafe. He waited till you finished your drink. "[Name], I gotta tell you something big."

• You shifted your attention to him, curious about what he was going to say. But suddenly a man who passed your table spilled his coffee on your shirt

• Let's just say, it got heated between you and this stranger, and Gekko had no moment to confess

• Next time, you were chatting with Neon in the common room, and Gekko wanted to ask you if you could speak in private. However, Phoenix dragged him off, so that Gekko could see his new moves. "Pheonix can't you show me your moves later, I'm reaaaaally busy right now..." He dramatically reached his hand out to you, but you didn't see him

• At this point he lost all hope

• But, Wingman came to his rescue!

• When Gekko's bored, he draws in his sketchbook. This book had tons of sketches of you (with lots of hearts😏). Wingman ripped out a drawing to give it to you

• When Gekko realized this and ran after him, it was already too late. You looked at the paper with surprise in your eyes then you turned around to Mateo, who was a blushing mess

• "Did you draw this?" "Yeah..." He gathered up all of his courage and finally told you his feelings with a nervous grin. "You know, I liked you for a very long time now, haha."

• "I kinda noticed that because I feel the same. Let's go out?"

#valorant x reader #valorant x you #valorant x y/n #valorant headcanons #valorant fluff #phoenix x reader #phoenix x you #phoenix x y/n #yoru x reader #yoru x you #yoru x y/n #gekko x reader #gekko x you #gekko x y/n #valorant x poc!reader #valorant x black!reader

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phxntomsdusk · 10 months ago

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Can request smth with the chuckle sandwich boys? I think you’ve done one for them before but idk. Maybe with a reader who looks very sweet, soft and then Schlatt makes some joke and reader starts playing along and scaring the shit out of EVERYONE

Unusual - Jschlatt x GN!Reader

summary: the ask !! - i’m not that proud of this but.. it’s something

warnings: joke abt killing someone - going into description about it

tags: @ax-y10 , @joviepog , @pheliiaa , @idontreallyexistyet , @rqvii , @vibestillaxxx , @haunted-headset (ask to be added!)

word count: 263

Ever since you met Jay everyone thought you were polar opposites. You were meant to be the sweet ball of sunshine, and he was the gloomy asshole who was mean 24/7.

However during their newest episode of Chuckle Sandwich, they brought you along! It was one of their usual guest episodes, mostly asking you questions about your channel and personal experiences.

“I heard you killed someone.” Jay interrupted your conversation with Ted, a smile threatening to show on his lips as he raised his brows at you. “Is it true?”

Of course, it wasn’t. And most people knew you didn’t joke about this kind of stuff online.

“Well.. who told you? Was it Rachel? I told her that if she ever told a soul I’d come for her.” You spoke back in a sarcastic tone, watching as his face dropped in somewhat surprise. Ted couldn’t help but laugh, covering his mouth as he looked between you two.

“How’d you do it?” Jay leaned forward, closer to you as he lowered his voice. “Well.. I lured him into a shed. Stabbed him right in the jugular, and then fed him to my neighbor’s pigs. That’s the great thing with living near a farm.” You smiled innocently, before turning back to Ted in an attempt to pick up your previous conversation.

The way you completely dismissed your words was a bit confusing to Jay, leaving him to wonder if you genuinely killed someone. “You’re only joking.. right?”

You turned back to look at him, simply shrugging before smiling at the camera. “Rachel should know.”

#phxntomsdusk #phxntoms fics #jschlatt #schlatt #jschlatt x reader #jschlatt x y/n #jschlatt x you #schlatt x reader #schlatt x y/n #schlatt x you #jschlatt fluff #schlatt fluff

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sku11s1asher · 8 months ago

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hi! i loved what you wrote for my request 😭 it was so cute, i didn't really specify it bc i forgot but yeah u did it amazing <33

and yeah u can totally make a part 2! actually i was thinking about it bc i can imagine a meeting between furina and the natlan archon while neuvi and reader are just giving glances to eachother 😭 reader looking like a total meanace but in his mind like "damn he's handsome" almost burning his cheeks and the seat lmao

neuvillette x m! reader (part 1)

note: ngl i feel like i do good at posting then smth with school pops up and i don’t post for like a month.. sorry y’all. also please tell me im not the only one who’s been on and off sick for the past month, rn i have a runny nose and a sore throat AGAIN. i just got over that like, barely 2 weeks ago.

tw: y/n is a bit of a weirdo with his thoughts since he doesn’t understand anything w/ love, internal homophobia (not really but kinda?), y/n is all over the place

After centuries of fighting, killing, and not showing emotions to anyone, all that can end because of a guy with beautiful long hair. The more y/n thinks about it, the more embarrassed he gets. He’s known for being a fearless and intimidating warrior, just for that whole facade to disappear just over a man out of all things.

This whole scenario came into place because his nation archon just had to have a meeting with Fontaine's archon, Furina, at least y/n thinks that’s her name. The meeting consisted of figuring out how to make the justice system within Natlan better and a way to make transportation easier between the two nations. y/n didn’t pay attention to the little details, he was only there to ‘protect’ his archon and make sure things went smoothly.

However, he didn’t realize that the other archon would be bringing a guest with her until a day before the meeting. It did tick y/n off a little bit that he would get notified so late but does it really matter? All y/n is doing is protecting and making sure everything doesn’t go south.

Well, it did go a bit south, as soon as Furina's guest arrived, y/n's mouth went dry. That man did things to him that he didn’t even know could happen. Maybe it was the long hair on the other man that made y/n feel warm inside, it definitely couldn’t have been the slight scent he had. No, definitely not.

Okay, y/n takes that back, he feels like he’s getting intoxicated by the proximity of the other male. It wasn’t hard to figure out that the guest, was a dragon, all it took was a quick look and a secret deep breath to figure it out. He had it figured out, his body wasn’t used to being by another dragon, and he hadn’t seen one in what, centuries? This feeling would go away in maybe 20 minutes, hopefully.

20 minutes later and y/n feels like he’s going to light the whole place on fire. His whole body feels like it’s melting, and to no one’s surprise, it’s all due to the long-haired man in front of him. The stranger might genuinely be the hottest person y/n has ever seen in his entire life. That long hair makes y/n want to run his fingers through it, maybe brush it, but that might be a bit too much to think about.

Once y/n saw the man look at him, he quickly looked away, how embarrassing.. he got caught staring hardcore. He took a deep breath before listening back into the conversation, “Ah, yes, I suppose it would do both nations good to do something like that. Maybe combining a bit of power.” the lovey talk of archons, always talking about power; like it’s the only thing that matters to them.

Power is important though, y/n is in the position he’s in right now because of how powerful he is. In complete honesty, he’s probably too powerful for his own good, only knowing how to use it to protect his nation from people deemed as enemies; even if they aren’t in the public eye. Power rules everything at the end of the day, nothing can function without power.

The more he listens into the conversation, the more he realizes he was glad he was never born as an archon; he’s been around one most of his life and it’s always been boring. Listening in did provide small details though, like the mysterious man’s name.

While y/n was somewhat able to keep his focus off of the other dragon in the room, he managed to not burn anything. But, he had a feeling his archon caught on as they gave him a questionable look; it was a very subtle one that only he could catch onto but it was obvious they knew something. Nothing is going on though, right? The man can’t help it if he gets a bit flustered whenever he remembers Neuvillette is near him.

Gosh, y/n probably looks like a blushed teenager who just confessed to his crush. Well, he at least thought he did. To everyone else though, he looked like he was on guard and was going to fight anyone who even took a step too close to his and the Natlan archon's bubble. y/ns hand accidentally gazed at the chair near him, which caused the leather to burn where his touch was. Good thing no one was looking, right?

y/n couldn’t wait any longer for this meeting to be over, his brain was thinking too many things while he was focusing on every single move everyone else did. It would be overwhelming for anyone who wasn’t trained and as skilled as he was, but that tiny overwhelming feeling didn’t compare to how fast his heart was beating. y/n hoped the other male couldn’t pick up how he was feeling, thankfully Fontaine's archon seemed to be happy with the deal she and the other archon came up with.

In Neuvillette's mind, he could tell that the fire dragon was on edge. He could also tell how much the dragon was staring at him, it was a little nerve-racking. Once Neuvillette caught a glance at the chair that was touched, it made him a bit surprised but he didn’t show it. Maybe he would talk to the other male after the meeting, for work-related things of course!

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futurecorps3 · 2 years ago

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Hi!! I would like to request Kaz x f!reader

I’m so sorry that this is so long and if this isn’t making any sense I can’t explain things for the life of me😭 If you do write this, thank you so much, ily :)

Anyway picture this, a reader who is quite sneaky decides that it would be very funny if she snuck a little note with something like „I live for the way you smile so brightly” into Kaz’s coat when he’s not looking. She manages and when Kaz doesn’t bring it up at all, she sneaks another note in. This continues bcs the reader just thinks Kaz is ignoring it and automatically throwing out the notes without reading them or smth. Over the time the notes get a little bit more brave like „you looked very pretty today, Brekker” and become genuine copmliments. Now i have two ideas how could the ending go. Kaz just casually mentions in a conversations with reader the sweet notes which reader is completely shocked by Or reader finds themselfs curiosly looking around Kaz’s office and stumbles upon a little box on his table. Thinking it’s gonna be some kind of jewelry she opens it and sees ALL the notes she snuck into his coat. But uhoh Kaz steps into the office and his eyes widen when he sees reader standing over the box. Reader gets flustered trying to explain what the fuck was she even doing there but is greeted by Kaz’s silence. He’s embarrased about her now knowing that he has been keeping the little notes since the very beginning ijsksjdks istg I’m going insane

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Summary: The one where Y/N thinks she's being sneaky. Pairing: Kaz Brekker x fem!reader Warnings: None I think!! Word Count: 2.3K Requested: Yes

A/N: YES YES YES YES I LOVE THIS!!!! I wanted to use the one where he mentions it casually in a conversation but it all led to reader finding out by accident. Tysm nonnie, enjoy, I'm sorry about the huge delay. Tough couple of months, hope u understand and that I did justice to this beautiful prompt, ily2 <3

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It all started as some stupid game. One only Y/N knew about. Everything about it was very silly, the sneaking around, coming up with what the note would say and when to put it inside his coat's pocket. The first time, the girl snuck the neatly folded paper when he excused himself to go to the restroom and left his jacket behind. Easy.

It read 'Your smile lights up the room, Brekker'. Cheesy, untrue and quite simple. She'd bet all her kruge on it, though. That bastard had a wickedly expressive smirk, so his full smile must be as sentimental as his smirk, right? Maybe her note would make him giggle in the confines of his office, maybe Kaz would burn the paper or toss it in the trashcan he so neatly kept under his desk. Truth is, Y/N didn't have an explanation or reason as to why she started all this nonsense.

The prospect of making Kaz angry or laugh even when she wouldn't witness it was probably it. The girl happened to be a sucker for the adrenaline rush of delivering her teasingly sweet notes, too. She got bolder and more creative, even getting the chance to sneak one during a job where she and Kaz had to pair up.

None of the crows knew except for Jesper, and surprisingly, he didn't tease her about it. When he caught her tucking a little pink piece of paper into the inner pocket of his boss' coat, he scoffed with a little smile and downed his whiskey glass.

"What on earth does it say and... why?" Jes smirked as Y/N returned to her seat next to him. "Not relevant, my friend. Don't snitch," "I could never, love." He laughed at his friend's eccentricities and let it slide. Another little secret shared between them wouldn't hurt nobody. Plus, her favorite sharpshooter had plenty to say when he was there to see Kaz discover the notes.

"I'm telling you, he smiled!" "Jesper, I don't care if he did," the girl giggled. She did. She cared a lot. "Kaz Brekker doesn't smile" "He did that weird upside down frown, not quite a smile, but he wasn't exactly displeased." Y/N had to hide the blush creeping up her cheeks by turning around, downing her glass of scotch. Had she really made Kaz smile? Or, somewhat, change that angry expression he seemed to keep, like it was carved carefully and perpetually on the sharp features of his face? There has to be an award to that, she thinks.

That note she remembered; there was a playful banter happening like many times before at the slat between the crows. They were all sitting down at one of the tables after a long day of kicking out pigeons upset because they lost all their money, drinks and giggles shared in a tired, dazed stupor.

"There is no way we could've made it without him. I mean, imagine me trying to carry Nina's dead-weight down two flights of stairs and out of that house." Y/N laughed as they recalled how useful Matthias turned out to be. "He's my favorite" Nina smiled, kissing the Fjerdan's cheek as he smiled proudly with a light red tint on his face (could be from the alcohol but they all knew his girlfriend made him nervous).

"And Inej, dear, I know I'm yours" the grisha teased her friend, pulling her close as the Suli girl smiled, not confirming or denying the allegations. Then Wylan, a bit tipsy and, for some reason defensive, hugged his boyfriend and declared: "Well, Jesper's my favorite," downing his glass. Jesper pulled it aside, pecking his head lovingly. "Inej's mine".

Wylan perked up from his place in Jes' arms with his mouth agape, making everyone break in laughter as the couple argued, their demo-man leaving the table with his boyfriend chasing after him trying not to laugh "Wait, dear I-I'm joking!" "No you were not! Take the couch". After they all calmed down, Matthias finally spoke. "Demjin, tell us, who's your favorite?".

Theatrical silence fell over the group. Kaz's heart sped up a little and Nina could tell, but said nothing. Then, as he scanned the group with a light smirk and his eyes lingered on Y/N for a minute longer, it sped up even more to then recede. "Oh, I know," the heartrender laughed, grabbing her glass to pour more alcohol on it. "You don't, Nina. I don't have favorites. You're all pretty solid assets," he said, voice deep and Y/N wondered how it would sound whispered in her ear.

"That's the closest we're getting to an 'I love you', guys. Hate to break it to you" Inej joked as everyone agreed. After a few more minutes, too tired to keep going, they all went to bed. Kaz woke up the next day to a note on his doorstep that said 'you're my favorite'. It was a bit different from the others he kept in his office. The letter was cursive, written in a rush on a slightly yellow piece of paper. Black ink.

"You plan on ever telling her?" A voice came from his side. Jesper stood, still in his white sleep shirt and trousers. "No one makes you smile. You should tell her, you know, at least." He was greeted by his boss's silence and the sound of his door closing.

Now, of course he knew. In fact, he figured it out after the fourth note or so, but Y/N didn't need to know that. Selfishly, he had been keeping that weird aching in his chest the girl brought all to himself for almost a year and it was getting tiring. Until he figured it out. He just hoped, to anyone who was willing to listen, that the notes weren't some joke for her.

He hoped that all those nights they spent enjoying the silence, the conversations where he'd let the wounded boy talk instead of the bastard of the barrel and she would listen attentively, almost lovingly, meant something to her. And that the notes were her way of saying 'I'm here and I'm not planning on leaving anytime soon'.

Y/N knew the game she came up with ended up being a breath of fresh air for all the compressed feelings she had for the boy. She had no problem with it. In the end, she was telling him every single thought that crossed her mind when those icy blue eyes turned into warmth when they were alone and he let his guard down. The things she knew she'd never say to Kaz's face.

Or so she thought.

It was a big coincidence, like a butterfly effect. Y/N came back from one of her many investigations (a trip to the Geldstraat to gather some information) and was walking up the stairs to Kaz's office to tell him what he found out. "Turns out you were right, he has two kids" she began, entering to an empty room. She should've left, see if he was in his room or downstairs watching the tables. Yet she didn't leave. Instead, with a heavy sigh, she sat in one of the chairs in front of his desk.

It gave off more of the energy from a studio rather than an office. He seemed to appreciate neatness, from the bookshelves with books arranged alphabetically to the candles placed in the appropriate places so the room could be lit perfectly at night. So, of course, she was going to notice the rectangular red box sitting messily on top of a stack of papers right in front of her.

Again, would've, could've, should've stayed in the chair. She got up and peeked. A shock ran through her body, suddenly feeling so very cold she almost turned to see if the window was open. There sat all of her notes, some a bit more used, probably from him folding and unfolding them several times. At the top was the one she sneaked just that morning; "I sometimes wonder if you think about me just as much as I do. Probably not. Have a good day, though".

A million questions running through her head. Why was he keeping them? Did he know she sent them? And most importantly, why was she so stupid!? Y/N could've just... not! Just not write those stupid notes like she had some stupid teenage crush on stupid Kaz and keep her stupid feelings to her stupid self. But no. She always had to be too much, huh? Her words and emotions spilled out of her like a river. The thing was so big it showed over her wrist.

The creek of the door. She was so inside her head she didn't hear Kaz's steps. Shit. Shit. Shit. Hoping it was her imagination playing tricks on her, she turned around. Hope died and there stood Kaz Brekker, wide-eyed and pale as a corpse. She felt like she had to say something and saints she tried, but the knot on her throat only let a choked, unintelligible sound.

It could've been hours, really. Both of them just stared at each other. Kaz was so unbelievably embarrassed he wanted to ask Jesper to just shoot him in the head to end his suffering, begging on his knees for someone to come and help him. He was never this careless, not with things like the notes. He left them out, going through them for the fourth time that week, to get a drink downstairs. How did he miss Y/N walking through the door?

"Kaz I was just here t-to uhm tell you what I found out on G-Garson. I promise I didn't mean to snoop around l-like I wasn't looking through your stuff. A-anyway who a-are these from? They're very swe-" "You don't have to pretend, Y/N."

He knew. A new dread consumed her, and she dropped her eyes to the floor as quick as humanely possible. So stupid. So stupid. "So stupid" "What?" said Kaz, letting out a breath he didn't realize he was keeping in "I'm so stupid, I'm sorry, Kaz. I-I don't know why I wrote those". Was she truly apologising to him, her head bowed in shame? For what? He looked forward to discovering one of those sweet little notes every day, wondering what kind of message she had left him this time.

Hope. He remembered the hope. Maybe he was this upset because the notes would stop now that she knew he knew? His eyes widened even more when he realized Y/N was standing right in front of him, waiting for Kaz to step out of the way so she could escape this torture. "You're right. You shouldn't have. Y-you should've just told me"

"Tell you what, Kaz?" the girl asked, taking a step back and looking straight into his eyes like he was doing. Kaz Rietveld spoke before Brekker could. "Tell me I am your favorite, that I'm on your thoughts nonstop every single fucking day, and that you consider I look lovely even with my hair in my face. If it is true, tell me right up front. I don't think I could stomach it being some crazy game, so please tell me it is real." Perplexed, she stared.

Kaz wanted it to be real, and she knew damn well it was. "You know I don't like games, Brekker. I mean it. All of it. Every single word is just me trying to catch my name in a whisper in your reactions... counting on making you smile, or at least, to temporarily jolt your thoughts from the generally dreary state they seem to be in."

He led a leather hand to grab hers, tangling their fingers with his. The boy couldn't help but notice how beautiful her eyes looked under the candlelight, warm y/e/c welcoming him home. Making him feel at ease in that saint forsaken land, knowing that with her by his side, everything seemed to be just fine.

"Y/N, since you entered my life, I have been acquainted with a new kind of light. Your presence has brought a certain innocence and laughter that I have not known before. Your character is resilient, as if it has been shaped by the hardships of this city. In my eyes, you are the embodiment of light, and I cannot help but find you lovely at all times, too"

It was a love that defied all logic and reasoning, a love that transcended the boundaries of time and space. They had each found in the other a place of serenity, a sanctuary where they could be themselves and forget the chaos of the world outside. With every passing day, their bond grew stronger, until a little piece of heaven was crafted, right there in their midst.

It was their own personal heaven, a place where they could bask in the warmth of knowing glances and brief touches, and where the mere presence of the other was enough to soothe their souls. They had found a love that whispered "I'm here" in the moments when it was necessary, a love that made a home for a broken boy and a shelter for a scarred girl who would go to the ends of the earth for him.

And as they stood there, hand in hand, they knew that they had found something special. They had found a love that was strong enough to weather any storm, a love that would see them through the trials and tribulations of life.

Together with time, they had created a world that was perfect in its imperfection, a world that was full of love, laughter, and joy. And as they gazed into each other's eyes, they knew that they had found their own personal piece of heaven on earth.

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acesgarden · 7 months ago

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Hi handsome! I saw that you have your requests open so I thought I would ask if that's okay.

Could you maybe do some (bayverse) Donatello x reader? Something fluffy, possibly a friends to lovers confession scenario (I'm a sucker for those).

If not that's totally fine, either way, make sure to take good care of yourself and stay safe! Love ya <3

Hiiii 🤭 Oh do I loveeeeee friends to lovers ( but not as much as rivals to lovers.) This shit is so cute though 🙏. Came up with smth shorter for this so I hope you don’t mind. Also I love Donnie, I love all the turtle boys equally but he is a favorite. Anyway take of yourself too Anon. 🫵

Just Friends..?

Type ->

Imagine

Pairing ->

Bayverse!Donatello x GN!Reader

Warnings ->

N/A

Summary ->

You fell in love with a giant turtle mutant and now you are gonna confess. Little did you know that big turtle doofus did too. Well ain’t that something.

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It's been about a year since you met Donnie. And it was not in some great heroic way. No, you two stumbled upon each other on a rooftop. Bonding over your love for technology and the internet. You still don’t know if fate was genuinely toying with you that day.. but you won’t complain, you wouldn’t have had meeting Donnie or the friendship you both had any other way.

Yet, this needed to be perfect.

Donnie met you on a rooftop just a year ago. He’d been observing you, humans were still rather strange to him. But he had “accidentally” made his presence known and well that was that. Bonding over technology and the internet with the human he did know he’d grow to love.

Now with the chance to confess, he needed it to be perfect.

So what’s more perfect than confessing on the same rooftop they met at. Picnic style, red and white blanket and everything: a basket, food, utensils, etc. A thing you both hadn’t known was you both had been coming there over the week cleaning up the rooftop. No wonder it was so clean so soon!

Now you're pacing the rooftop, he should be here ten soon. And he might run a bit late, he could get caught up in something or he might have trouble finding his way here. He wouldn’t just not come, you know that.

You just sat and checked the time, waiting. Lost in thoughts till a thump from behind spooked you. Right on time, a big old haha at your brain trying to make you overthink this.

A small smile sent his way inviting him over, and a smile from him right back accepting it. Now you both sat together, in silence but a comfortable one.

“It’s a lovely day,” he started.

“It is.. just like you.” You whispered, a silence followed, “as a friend! You're a very lovely friend.” You add after a few seconds. Nice save me haha..ha. He looked at you curiously, like you’d become his next big tech to figure out age understand—not that you weren’t already—your eyes meet his.

“You're lovely too.” Both smiling, that turned into flushed faces who looked back in front of them at the sky.

“You-”

“I-”

A pause

“I think you should go first-”

“You should go first-”

Another pause but you speak first, “you hungry?” Pulling out food and plates, and utensils to use. You served yourself and fell into simple conversations. Laughing and talking about whatever came to mind. And as the sun began to set you two grew closer, the chilled wind sending you closer to your friend. That comfortable silence returned as four eyes gazed into the sunset. Yet you looked up, seeing Donatello looking right at you. His face illuminated by the sun’s light and his soft smile made you melt.

“Hey” a soft whisper.

“Hey” a reply that grew to a smile.

“I want to talk to you about something.. and it’s nothing bad! I just..” you pulled away a bit getting a better look at him, he looked nervous and flustered.

“Listen I like you, like really like you. You’re smart and kind and you always make me smile. Your presence practically lights up the room. I enjoy talking to you and debating on society's new technological developments. But, i’d understand if you rejected me because I am a mutant turtle-“

Before he could continue you pulled his head down with an easy tug to the top of his plastron and your lips connected. As you pull back he’s looking at you with a doopy smile and an even more flustered face. You laugh and smile before. A churring sound coming from him.

“I like you too, and I don’t care that you're a giant mutant turtle! It’s cool that you are! Who can go around saying that their partner is a giant turtle who fights crime!”You lean into him as you talk. Hand being thrown out in front of you to emphasize your point. Donnie couldn’t object to that.

Your eyes looking back over the sunset. It couldn’t have gone any better.

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electrosuite · 1 year ago

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ok so i’m gonna ask for smth super specific to my own sad little life but i’d love if you could write it

so essentially female!reader is plus sized and eddie takes a liking to her and asks her out when she’s at her locker but she’s been asked out as a joke before and made fun of her whole life so she doesn’t believe that he’s being genuine but he says he understands what it’s like to be an outcast and bullied and that he genuinely thinks she’s like gorgeous and so she says yes and they go out to dinner but she’s super nervous about eating in front of him

then fast forward like 2 months and they have sex for the first time despite her having given him a bj but never asked him to do anything because she’s afraid he won’t be attracted to her, but then she decides to finally take it a step further and she’s really reluctant to take her clothes off in front of him but he’s so comforting and he thinks she’s the most beautiful woman in the entire world

then after they have sex they talk and she reveals that jason and his friends followed her into the woods one day during lunch and surrounded her so they could bully her and just be really mean but one of her male friends saw them following her and stepped in

like i said it’s a sad story but this whole situation actually happened to me in high school but me and my bf have been together almost five years now so maybe it’s not all bad

warnings: swearing, mentions of bullying and harassment, dirty talk, oral sex, descriptive sex

word count: 4.9k

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a/n: oh my, i’m so sorry this happened to you. idk what possesses people to be so mean to others based off judgments of their appearance rather than their personality. i hope i do your request justice.

It was a normal day for you so far. It was Tuesday, which meant you had your painting, history, and math, as well as a free period. You intended to spend it in the library, so you stopped at your locker to put away most of your books and grab your backpack. You decided to look down at a page of your homework, going over what you needed to study.

But when your locker closed with a bang, you jumped and looked up and to your right. There stood Eddie Munson, a metalhead who hosted the Dungeons & Dragons club, also known as Hellfire.

But he’d become a friend to you as of late. And friends weren’t something you had many of. You weren’t very social, preferring to keep to yourself and listen to your music on your Walkman.

Middle school and high school weren’t easy for you. You’d always had issues surrounding your weight, seemingly unable to keep it off. And middle school kids and high school bullies immediately noticed. It was an easy thing for them to pick on, so they did.

You couldn’t catch a break, and the people who you thought were your friends made fun of you behind your back. So you gave up on trying to have friends and just decided to stop socializing altogether.

One day when you were looking for somewhere to sit at lunch, Eddie was standing at the end of one of the tables and making a speech to his friends about how people mislabel them as “freaks” and “Satan worshippers” when he spotted you. He thought you were pretty, and when the two of you made eye contact, he gave you a friendly smile and walked over, clearing his throat.

“Looking for somewhere to sit?” You nodded, both of you glancing around the cafeteria. The only open spot was next to Jason Carver and his basketball friends, and Eddie could see your aversion to joining them. “Wanna sit with us?” he asked, glancing over at the younger boys having a conversation about Dungeons & Dragons.

“Sure,” you said with an awkward smile.

He made some of the boys scoot down so you could sit next to him. You were sitting awkwardly as they hadn’t given you enough room to sit, and you hoped no one would notice besides you.

But Eddie noticed.

“You okay?” he asked, recognizing how uncomfortable you were. You simply nodded and gave a small smile, but he didn’t buy it. “Hey asshats,” he said, catching the attention of the three boys next to you. “Scoot over more.”

They did it without question and returned to their conversation with the rest of the group, and you were a bit taken aback at their lack of reaction. You scooted over and got comfortable, able to let out a sigh.

“Better?” he asked, raising his eyebrows and turning the corners of his mouth upwards.

“Better.”

And since that one, small interaction, you’d began sitting with them regularly. One day, he offered you a Hellfire shirt, even though you didn’t play.

“Normally I wouldn’t offer one to someone not in the club, but I really like having you around. Plus, you’d match better if you had one.”

Your cheeks got red at that, and you laughed awkwardly for a moment.

“I’d love one.”

“Great! What size?” You faltered at that, scratching the back of your neck. “What’s wrong?” he asked, genuinely concerned about why your demeanor changed so suddenly.

You shook your head. “Nothing. Um, a two-x. If you have them.”

“Why wouldn’t I have one?”

You shrugged. “I just... didn’t know if you had bigger sizes, you know?”

“Of course, I have 'em. I got some made in every size. They're in my van, I can get you one after school.”

“Cool.”

Another conversation that left you a bit stunned. You were used to not being able to find bigger sizes in the clothes you wanted, and you always felt judged asking for them.

But you didn’t feel judged when you told Eddie. It was just another transaction, and you thought that this is what it must feel like to ask him for a small or medium.

Turns out, a two-x was exactly the size you needed. It was a baseball tee style shirt so it was slim-fitting but not tight, and you couldn’t stop looking at yourself in the mirror the next morning. You’d never had a shirt that fit you like this — one that wasn’t oversized and didn’t make you uncomfortable. You also really liked how the three-fourths length sleeves made your arms look.

And so did Eddie. When you walked into the lunchroom he almost choked on his water before you made it into earshot, so you didn’t see his reaction.

“Hey,” you greeted, sitting in your usual spot next to him.

“Nice shirt.”

“Thanks. It’s very soft.”

He nodded. “Yeah.”

You noticed he was acting a bit off, but you paid no attention to it.

And this led to now, with him standing at your locker after closing it for you.

“Hi,” he said, leaning his shoulder against the metal surface.

“Hi.”

You held your notebook down in front of you, your arms straight and in a position to cover as much of your torso as you could. This was your natural stance now whenever you held something, trying to avoid stares.

“What are you up to?”

“Free period. I was gonna go to the library and study.”

“Oh sweet, I have a free period too.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I was probably gonna head out early.” He crossed his arms to be as casual as possible. “If you wanted to hang out or something.”

“I can’t, I have a really big test tomorrow.”

“Okay, well, what about tomorrow night, then?”

“What, like a date?”

“Yeah, if that’s okay.”

You furrowed your brows, questioning his intentions.

“Seriously?”

“Yeah. Seriously.”

“Is this a joke? Did someone put you up to this? Was it Jason?”

“What? Of course not. Why would it be a joke, and why would Jason tell me to ask you out?”

“Because he’s done it before. More than once.”

“What?”

“If this is a joke I will walk away right now.”

“Y/N, it’s not a joke. I want to hang out with you. I like you.”

You raised your eyebrows, still not fully believing him. “You like me?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay, tell me what you like about me.”

“I like that you’re one of the few people in this school that doesn’t think that I’m a freak.”

And that was when it hit you. Eddie was in the same boat as you were. The bullying, the mocking, the harassment. You’d both endured it for years, and you were the first girl who treated him like a person, not an outcast.

“Look, I get it if you don’t want to. Most people wouldn’t. But if you do, the offer still stands.” He turned to walk away when you reached out and grabbed his hand. He looked down at your hands then up at you.

“I’m sorry. It’s just... hard to tell if someone’s being genuine. I’m sorry I accused you of that, you’re not the type of person to pull something like that.”

“You don’t have to apologize.”

“Tomorrow night sounds fantastic.”

“Great.”

You pulled a piece of paper from your notebook and scribbled your address down on it, handing it over to him.

“Pick me up tomorrow after school. We can do whatever you want.”

He nodded. “Great. Dinner it is.”

As he walked off, you felt a sense of horror wash over you.

Dinner. Up until now, you’d only eaten small snacks at lunch in front of him, like an apple or peanut butter crackers. This was all on purpose, trying to avoid your regular bullies seeing you eat and approach to make fun of you.

But now the idea of eating an entire dinner in front of him made you queasy.

So when you two were in his van pulling into the parking lot of the local twenty-four hour diner, he noticed how nervous you were. He assumed it was just regular jitters, but he could tell something was wrong when you began looking at the menu.

“I think I’ll just get a salad,” you said in an unsure tone.

“A salad? That’s it?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Why not get something more filling?”

You shrugged. “I dunno, I guess I’m trying to eat better.”

He tilted his head and gave you a confused expression. He leaned forward and put his weight on his elbows. “Are you okay?”

“What do you mean?”

“As soon as I brought up dinner you got kinda... standoffish. I could’ve picked something else if you didn't want to eat.”

You shook your head. “I’m sorry. I’m not trying to bring down the mood or anything, it’s just... I usually don’t eat much in front of other people.”

“How come?”

“Because I get made fun of.”

“Made fun of? Why?”

“Eddie, come on.” When his expression simply said that he didn’t understand, you scoffed. “I’m not exactly thin.”

“Who cares?”

“I do. So does everyone else, apparently.”

“Well, everyone else are dumbasses.” You snickered at that comment. “Y'know, the first time I saw you, I thought you were the prettiest girl in Hawkins.”

“Oh, come on.”

“I’m serious! You can even ask Dustin, I brought it up at Hellfire.”

“What did you say?”

“He asked if I knew you and I said no but I thought you were really pretty.”

You’d never felt like this before. Sitting across from you was someone who had only nice things to say to you, not a lick of judgment in his voice. Someone was calling you pretty, and they were being genuine.

“Order what you actually want to eat. Don’t starve yourself for me.”

“Okay.” You skimmed over the menu again. “I think I’ll get a cheeseburger.”

“Sounds delicious,” he said, satisfied that he convinced you to order what you wanted.

And then, before you knew it, two months had gone by and you and Eddie were officially dating. But, of course, because of the rumors about him, you only faced more harassment. Notes in your locker from anonymous bullies calling you a “Satan worshipper” and “cult apologist”, but this was the first time that none of it bothered you.

You knew Eddie wasn’t any of the things that people called him, and you felt like you were walking on sunshine every moment you got to spend with him. He made you feel beautiful — something no one had ever been able to do. He made you feel comfortable, like you were home when you were wrapped in his arms.

But despite how beautiful he made you feel, the idea of him seeing you without clothes on made you more anxious than you'd ever felt.

So, to ease into the idea of sex, you decided you were going to go down on him, even if you weren't good at it.

So when you were listening to him play guitar in his van one day after school, you decided to make a move.

He was playing a song he'd mastered, Stairway to Heaven, when you crawled over and gently pushed the guitar out of his lap. He put it down next to the beanbag he was sitting on and smiled as you came up to his eye level to kiss him.

"What are you doing?" he chuckled through kisses.

"I wanna make you feel good."

"What?"

You ran one of your hands down his stomach and to his belt buckle. He reached down and stopped you.

"What are you doing?" he asked, this time in a serious tone.

"I wanna blow you."

His eyebrows raised. "Are you sure?"

"What, you don't want me to?"

He looked at you like you were crazy. "Oh, believe me, I do. I just... This is coming out of left field. I just don't want you to do it because you feel like you need to."

"I don't feel like I need to. I just... I want to do this."

He still seemed skeptical, but he let go of your hand and allowed you to continue. You undid his belt, then his pants, then you pulled them and his underwear down enough to allow everything to spring out.

Your eyes went big, not expecting but also not surprised by his size.

"Is it okay?" he asked sheepishly.

You did your best to suppress your nervousness and wrapped your hand around his length and licked the tip, making him take a deep, sharp breath.

Your lips engulfed him, sinking your mouth down and going until he hit the back of your throat. He involuntarily bucked his hips, the extra inch or two making you choke.

"Sorry," he said, pushing your hair out of your face.

You wrapped your hand around the base and stroked it as you bobbed your head, which made him throw his head back.

"Shit," he whispered, putting his right hand on the top of your head and guiding you along. "That feels so good."

You adjusted your tongue so that it laid flat against the underside of his dick, which apparently felt better because his moans instantly got louder.

"Y/N, I'm not gonna last much longer."

At this point, he was guiding you along more than you were actually doing anything of your own, so you just let him. You could tell that he was close to cumming, and you weren't planning on stopping until he was drained.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he moaned, and based on him thrusting his hips, you knew he was right on the edge.

Then, suddenly, you tasted something you've never experienced. It was salty and bitter, and there was a lot of it. The weak moans that left his mouth made you smirk the best you could with a dick in your mouth, but you slowed your pace and watched him breathe heavily.

When he looked down at you, you were swallowing the cum in your mouth, and his eyes widened.

"Did you swallow?" You nodded. "God, that was hot." He pulled you up to where he could kiss you and you giggled at his excitement. "It didn't taste bad, did it?"

"No, I don't think so. I don't know what it's supposed to taste like, but I didn't wanna spit it out."

He nodded. "Good. My turn."

He started sitting up, and you stopped him. "What do you mean?"

"I was gonna go down on you. Return the favor."

You shook your head. "That's okay."

He was confused. "What?"

"I'm okay. I'll let you know when I'm ready for that."

"Are you sure? I feel bad not doing it."

"I'm sure. And don't feel bad. I'm just not ready for that yet."

He gave you a small smile. "Okay. But I am going to rock your world when you let me."

That was three days ago. You hadn't seen Eddie much in those days as he'd been at his friend Dustin's doing a Dungeons and Dragons campaign, but as soon as their game was over he made sure you were the first person he saw.

He surprised you at your locker, splitting a candy bar with you. You sat together at lunch, which you ate outside at one of the picnic tables. He sat on the table, and you sat on the bench next to him.

"So I was thinking," he said, his mouth full from a bite he took from his apple.

"About what?"

"Tonight's Friday. Would you wanna stay at my place?"

Neither of you had spent the night at the other's place since you got together, so this was a big step.

"Your uncle would be okay with that?" you asked, knowing he lived with his uncle.

"He works night shift, but he wouldn't care either way. What do you say?"

You thought for a minute. "I'd have to tell my parents that I'm staying with a friend, but I'd love to."

"Yeah?"

"Totally."

"Awesome. I have tons of tapes we can watch."

You knew how tonight would probably end. And you were excited for it. But you were more nervous than anything. You wanted to go to the next level with him, even if it meant doing something that made you uncomfortable.

So when he kissed you during the movie you guys decided on in his room, you pulled him on top of you and wrapped your legs around his thighs.

"Eddie," you whispered.

"Mm?" he moaned softly into your neck, pressing kisses into your skin.

"I want to do this."

He looked at you, tucking your hair behind your ear with his right hand. "Are you sure?" You nodded. "I need you to say it, sweetheart."

That nickname always made your heart skip a beat.

"I'm sure."

"Absolutely sure?"

"Absolutely."

"Absolutely positively with a cherry on top?"

You laughed and pulled him in for a kiss. "So many cherries. As many as you want."

"Okay."

"Go turn the lights off."

He obeyed immediately, the only light coming from the television. When he returned, he got back into the same position as a moment ago, but he used his knees to push your legs back further.

You reluctantly reached down and pulled your shirt off, having to sit up a bit for a moment.

His eyes were glued to your body, unable to look at anything else. It made you feel awkward and your natural instincts were to cover yourself. But when you did, he wrapped his fingers around your wrists and pulled your arms away.

"This is what you've been hiding?" he asked, his tone full of love. "Goddamn, Y/N." His lips latched onto your chest, his hands on your hips.

"Is that a good thing?"

He made eye contact. "You're a goddess. Literally ethereal."

You couldn't hold back the laugh you let out. "I think that's a bit of an exaggeration."

"I'm speaking nothing but the truth."

Before he could do anything else, you reached under you and unhooked your bra, slowly removing it and throwing it to the floor. You could've sworn his eyes popped out of his head like a cartoon character at that, and he swallowed the spit in his mouth before littering kisses across your breasts.

"Take your shirt off," you commanded, which he did. He was so beautiful, and it made you bite your lip.

He leaned back down to kiss you and untied your sweatpants, which made the butterflies in your stomach go crazy. His hand slipped into them and his fingers found your clit, causing you to gasp softly.

"Is that okay?" he asked, breaking the kiss.

You nodded. "Yeah, it's good."

His fingers continued to work and you couldn't stop yourself from moaning into his mouth. But it only lasted a few more seconds before he scooted down on the bed and hooked his fingers under your pants, looking at you for permission.

You reached down and helped him, unable to muster a single word. He slowly removed them, and you could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter with every second that went by.

But reality hit you: you were about to be completely, one hundred percent naked in front of him. Sure, he could barely see you with his body blocking most of the light, but he could still see you.

So your natural response was to bend your knees and cover as much from his perspective as you could.

"Y/N..." he said softly, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your knee. "If you don't want to do this, we don't have to."

"I do want to. I've just never been naked in front of someone. Not since I was little and changed in the same room with my mom."

"Well, if it makes you more comfortable, you could always put your shirt back on. Me, personally, I like looking at you, so I wouldn't recommend that. But it's completely up to you."

You shook your head. "I need to get comfortable with it."

"You sure?"

"Yeah. I'm sure."

He nodded, and slowly spread your legs. Here, he had a full view of your body, and he only smiled. He kissed your thighs one at a time, settling down on his stomach. His mouth was so close to your vagina, and he knew it was driving you crazy.

The feeling of his tongue on your clit made you moan. Much louder than you intended. His hands wrapped around your thighs, holding them still on either side of his head.

Your right hand fingers tangled themselves in his hair, your left hand flat against the wall behind you.

"Shit, Eddie."

Your back was arching, your hips grinding into his mouth. His eyes were glued on you, wanting to see how you looked when he made you cum.

You knew you were grinding into his face quickly, but he managed to keep his mouth exactly where it needed to be.

Everything that was happening right now was making him hard as a rock, and resisting the pulsing and throbbing in his dick was driving him insane. But he needed to make you feel good. He needed to make you cum before he even took his pants off.

And it didn't take you long to get there. He could tell, too. Your moans had become desperate, needy. You were pulling his hair, which only turned him on more.

"God, I'm so close. Eddie, I'm gonna cum," you struggled to say. "Please. Fuck." You didn't know what you were begging for, as he was already getting you there.

And when you went over the edge, Eddie could've swore that the noises that left your mouth were the most beautiful sounds he'd heard in his entire life. Gasps, moans, cries, swears, and his name filled the room in a melodic song that even made him moan.

Tears dripped down your temples into your hair, your legs shook so hard that they felt like they were gonna cramp, and your eardrums rang.

You were in heaven, and you never wanted to leave.

He kept going so long that you felt like you couldn't breathe, and you had to physically tap out.

When he stopped, you were sweating and crying out of pleasure. He kissed your thighs more, giving you a moment to calm down before he got on top of you again.

When he returned to eye level with you, he kissed your cheek.

"Goddamn," you muttered, chuckling tiredly.

"You okay?"

You nodded. "Sorry if I was too loud."

"No such thing." He kissed you, and you could taste yourself on his lips. "Wanna keep going?"

"Of course, I do."

He rolled off of you and stood up for a moment to pull his pants down. He sat on the edge of the bed, reaching into his nightstand and pulling out a condom.

He tucked your hair behind your ear again, making you look at him.

"If you wanna stop at any time, tell me. Okay?"

"Okay. I will."

He kissed you for a moment, rubbing himself against the area you were most sensitive.

Once again, he used his knees and thighs to bend your hips more, really spreading you open.

"Ready?" he whispered.

"Ready."

He reached down and guided himself to your opening, slowly sliding in. You closed your eyes and your jaw dropped as he bottomed out, which made him weakly moan.

"Fuck," he sighed. "You feel so good."

"So do you."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. So fucking good."

Hearing your sweet voice talk so dirty was a major turn-on for him, as you learned when you blew him.

"You like being stretched out like this?"

"Mhm. Feels so good."

He slowly pulled out almost all the way before thrusting back into you, making you involuntarily moan. His mouth landed on your neck as he developed a steady rhythm, his left hand gripping the top edge of the mattress.

With his right hand, he cupped your cheek and pressed your foreheads together, making you look into each other's eyes.

"Eddie," you breathed, which made him grunt. "God, you feel so good. So fucking good."

"Yeah? You... fuck... feel good too. Really good. So warm and wet. God. I don't think I'll last much longer with you."

He buried his face in your neck, biting down on the skin hard but gentle enough to only leave a hickey.

The hand that was on your face reached down to the back of your thigh, almost to your ass cheek, and his fingers dug into the skin. This allowed him to bend your hip even more, your thigh pressing into the back of his bicep.

Every time you made a dirty quip, it only made him grunt and groan and moan even more. Every 'You're so deep' and 'You feel so good' awoke something inside of him that you didn't expect. He was pounding and slamming into you, but it didn't hurt. It felt amazing. If you knew he could make you feel this good, you would've blown him weeks ago.

His shoulder was pressed into your cheek, so you lightly bit down on it, but he didn't seem to notice.

"Fuck, Y/N, I'm gonna cum. I'm so close."

"Cum for me, Eddie."

When you kissed his neck, it sent him over the edge. His hips slammed into the backs of your thighs, his fingers pressed into your leg, and he cried out right next to your ear.

A few thrusts later and he stilled his movements, leaving the only sound being your unsynchronized gasps for air. Neither of you moved for a good thirty seconds, both of you laying there with your eyes closed.

"Holy shit," he mumbled, lifting his head and looking at you. Once again, he pushed your hair out of your face, which was spotted with sweat droplets, before cupping your cheek and stroking it with his thumb. "You good?" You just nodded. He placed his palm on your chest and chuckled. "Your heart is pounding."

"I wonder why," you joked, which made him laugh harder.

"I'm gonna pull out now." He slid out of you with ease and you softly moaned, straightening your legs to be more comfortable. He rolled over to lay next to you, pulling the full condom off and throwing it in the trash can next to the bed and grabbing a tissue to clean himself off.

He grabbed a clean tissue and propped himself up on his elbow. He gently cleaned you up too, kissing you when he was done. He sighed, looking over at you.

You were staring at the ceiling, still breathing heavy.

A few moments went by before you flipped onto your side, laying your head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around you and you bent your knee onto his leg. Once you got settled he kissed the top of your head.

"Can I ask you something?" he said softly.

"Hm?"

"What happened between you and Jason?" He could feel your demeanor change at the question. "You don't have to talk about it, but you didn't want to sit with his group at lunch, which I completely understand, and you thought he put me up to asking you out. What's all that about?"

You were silent for a moment.

"We were... acquaintances at one point. Not friends, we just knew each other. Not long after we learned about each other, he started targeting me. I'm sure you can guess what about. He would make fun of me at lunch for eating, or sometimes he'd even take my food and tell me I didn't need it. I thought maybe eating in the classroom during lunch would help, but the teacher almost never stayed in there so he'd find me and still do it.

"I tried to eat outside one day farther away from the school, but him and his friends followed me out there and surrounded the table I was at so I couldn't leave. I didn't know what they were gonna do, so I kinda just froze and let them harass me."

"What'd they do?" He was running his fingers through your hair and massaging your scalp, which he knew would calm you down.

"They took my lunchbox. They dumped everything out of the packaging and stepped on it so I couldn't eat it. They were assholes about it and kept calling me names." You took a deep breath and swallowed the spit in your mouth.

"Is that why you didn't want to eat in front of me?"

You nodded. "You're the first person I've eaten a whole meal in front of since then."

"Not even your family?"

"What, like they're any nicer?"

"Jesus. I wish I'd been there that day Jason did that."

"One of my friends at the time stopped them. He offered to buy me another lunch but I said no. I guarantee they only stopped because it was another guy that stepped in."

Eddie hugged you tightly, leaning his head down to kiss you.

"I'm sorry that happened. You didn't deserve that. Nobody deserves that."

"I've learned to just avoid him."

"Well, if he starts bothering you again, you come to me, okay? He already thinks I'm a freak, he doesn't phase me."

"Thank you."

You both turned back to the movie, watching what was left of it. About fifteen minutes later when he noticed you were asleep, he covered you up with his blanket and watched you for a few minutes.

He smiled to himself, thinking how lucky he got to find you.

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paddockletters · 2 months ago

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PLS WRITE SMTH ABT MARC BERNAL 🙏🏽🙏🏽

against the odds- marc bernal

paring:marc bernal x reader summary: An artist meets football star Marc Bernal, and their bond quickly grows. But with his demanding career and media pressure, their relationship is tested. author's note: Omg, I’m so sorry for the delay, but I hadn’t been around here for a while. You didn’t tell me what kind of story you wanted, but I tried my best to come up with something good. I hope you like it. Again, sorry for the delay. Well, as I always say... english is not my first language so pardon me if there are mistakes —feel free to tell me— and my requests are open!👀

The streets of Barcelona buzzed with the usual evening rush. People hurried through the fading light, but Elena moved at her own pace, her hands stuffed in the pockets of her coat. She hadn’t meant to end up here again—at her favorite café, a place she usually went to escape her own thoughts. Tonight, however, it felt different, heavier. She had recently broken up with someone she thought was "the one," and it had left her empty in a way she couldn’t explain.

As she settled into her usual seat by the window, her sketchbook open in front of her, Elena found it difficult to focus. The memories of her ex still tugged at her mind. The same questions—Why hadn’t it worked? Was she enough?—kept swirling in her head.

Just as she was about to pack up and leave, the door swung open. The warm glow from the inside illuminated the tall figure stepping in, and a wave of recognition hit her. Marc Bernal. One of Spain’s brightest football stars. His presence filled the small café, but what surprised her more was that he walked straight towards her.

"Hola," he said with a soft smile, his voice deep but gentle. "¿Te importa si me siento aquí?"

She blinked, unsure if she’d heard him right. “Oh, um, no… claro, siéntate,” she managed to stammer.

Marc smiled and took the seat across from her. The café was unusually empty tonight, so they were mostly alone.

“I’ve seen you here before,” Marc began, his eyes flicking toward her sketchbook. “Always drawing.”

Elena gave a shy laugh, glancing down at the pages. “Yeah, it helps clear my head, I guess. Not a lot of that happening tonight, though.”

"Lo entiendo," Marc said, leaning back in his chair. "Sometimes, no matter how hard you try to clear your mind, it sticks around. Los pensamientos."

She met his eyes, surprised at how easily he understood her. “Yeah, exactly,” she murmured, feeling the familiar weight of her unspoken thoughts. But for the first time in a while, she felt... seen.

Over the next few weeks, Marc and Elena began spending more time together. It started as simple conversations at the café, but before long, they were texting late into the night, sharing stories about their lives. Marc would talk about the pressure of being a football star, the overwhelming media attention, the constant scrutiny. Elena, in turn, opened up about her art and the lingering heartbreak that still haunted her.

It was during one of their late-night chats that Marc invited her to a match.

"Come and watch," he had said. "I’d love to have you there."

Elena had hesitated at first. It wasn’t like her to get involved with someone whose life was so public. But there was something about Marc, something warm and genuine, that made her want to say yes. And so she did.

The stadium was packed, the roar of the crowd like a living, breathing entity. Elena sat in the VIP section, feeling slightly out of place. But as the game started, she couldn’t take her eyes off Marc. Watching him in his element, commanding the field, was mesmerizing. His confidence, the way he moved with ease—it was intoxicating.

After the game, she met him outside the locker rooms. His hair was still damp from the shower, his smile easy and tired.

"¿Qué te pareció?" he asked, pulling her in for a hug.

"It was... amazing," Elena said, her voice breathless. "I didn’t realize how intense it all was. You’re incredible out there."

Marc grinned. “I’m glad you liked it. It means a lot that you came.”

But that night wasn’t without its complications. As they left the stadium together, cameras flashed, and reporters swarmed. Marc’s grip tightened around Elena’s hand, guiding her through the chaos.

"Lo siento," he whispered, his voice tense. "This part... it’s not easy."

She had known it was coming—the media attention—but it still rattled her. She wasn’t used to this. She wasn’t used to being in the spotlight.

As their relationship deepened, they found themselves struggling to balance their lives. Marc’s schedule was relentless. Training, traveling, games. Elena’s own artistic career was picking up speed, with exhibitions and commissions that demanded more of her time.

“Marc, we haven’t seen each other in weeks,” Elena said one evening as they lay in his bed, the glow of the city lights filtering through the window.

“I know, lo siento, mi amor,” Marc sighed, running a hand through his messy hair. "Es difícil. Sometimes it feels like I’m always one step behind.”

Elena turned to face him, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest. “It’s just... I don’t know how long I can keep doing this. I miss you.”

Marc pulled her closer, kissing the top of her head. “I miss you too. I’ll figure it out. I don’t want to lose this. No quiero perderte.”

But things weren’t as easy as either of them hoped. The distance grew, the missed calls piled up, and soon, Elena found herself questioning if she was enough for him—if they were enough. One evening, after a long day of work, she sat in her apartment, staring at her phone. Marc hadn’t called like he promised. Again.

Her frustration boiled over, and she dialed his number.

“¿Marc?” she began, trying to keep her voice steady. “We need to talk.”

There was a pause on the other end. “Elena, estoy en medio de una cena con el equipo. ¿Puede esperar?”

Her heart sank. “No, Marc. It can’t.”

Silence.

“¿Qué pasa?” he asked, his tone softening, sensing her distress.

Elena closed her eyes, the words she had been holding in for weeks finally spilling out. “I can’t keep waiting for you. This... us... it doesn’t feel like we’re a priority anymore. I’m always the one waiting, and I just... I need more.”

“Lo sé,” Marc said quietly. “You deserve more. Pero, I don’t know how to fix this right now.”

Tears filled Elena’s eyes, and she knew this was the moment. The moment she had been dreading. “Then maybe... maybe we need to let this go.”

Despite their deepening bond, cracks continue appering. Marc’s demanding schedule grew more hectic as the season progressed. The media was relentless, constantly hounding him, and it began to take a toll on their relationship. Elena tried to be patient, but the late-night phone calls and missed plans started to wear her down.

“Marc, you missed dinner again,” Elena said one evening, her frustration barely contained.

“Lo siento, mi amor,” Marc sighed, running a hand through his hair. “El entrenamiento se alargó más de lo previsto.”

“Siempre es lo mismo,” Elena replied, her voice breaking slightly. “I feel like I’m always waiting for you.”

Marc’s face fell. “No es lo que quiero para ti, Elena. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Then don’t,” she whispered, tears welling in her eyes. “I don’t need you to be perfect, Marc. Just... be here. Be present. I can’t do this alone.”

His heart clenched at the sight of her pain. “No quiero perderte,” he said softly, stepping closer. “Te necesito.”

“Then show me,” Elena whispered, her voice trembling.

For a long moment, they stood there, the weight of their love hanging in the air between them. Marc wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. He kissed her hair, her forehead, finally pressing his lips to hers, desperate to hold on to what they had.

The next few months were a turning point for them. Marc made sure to carve out time for their relationship, and Elena found herself thriving in both her art and her love life. They had found a balance, a way to be part of each other’s worlds without losing themselves.

One evening, as they sat together on the balcony of Marc’s apartment, watching the sunset over the Madrid skyline, he took her hand.

“¿Sabes qué?” he whispered.

“¿Qué?”

Marc smiled softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “I’m happier with you than I ever was on the field.”

Elena smiled back, her heart full. “Yo también.”

#marc bernal #marc bernal x reader #football imagine #football imagines #football one shot #barcelona

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whoreforhorror · 2 years ago

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hello! t’was i! the previous anon who requested billy x obsessed reader, back again :))

so if it’s not too much trouble 🤭, billy / stu x fem!reader (or gn) who’s like. super shy? kind of blend’s in with their dark hair and etc so often scared billy and stu when they just find them laying around somewhere, reading or smth ::3

if you can’t do it dw!! if u can, thank you!!!!!!! 🫶

This took so long for me to sit down and write, and I am so so SO sorry for that. I really like this prompt, and thank you for requesting again! I hate to make you late that long and I hope I didn’t make you think I didn’t want to write for you. Also, hope you like it!

Poly! Billy Loomis and Stu Macher with a shy S/O who’s quiet and blends into the environment

Billy and Stu didn’t even know who you were until there was a group project assigned in a class the three of you shared. Groups of three had to make a presentation based on a book, and you were the only person left to pick when the boys needed another group member.

In the back of their minds, they were just a little shocked they hadn’t seen you or heard anything about you until this point. Between the both of them, they figured they’d talked to everyone at least once. You seemed to prove them wrong.

Billy made the executive decision to do a project based on Carrie by Steven King because they’d already seen the movie and how different could it really be? Stu invited you to his place to work on the project with him and Billy, and from that point on they never left you alone.

Stu LOVES pointing you out randomly to bring attention to you, partially because he genuinely thinks you could be friends with a lot of people if you’d let them notice you and also because he likes seeing you get flustered when everyone’s attention is suddenly on you.

Billy won’t admit it but he really likes that you’re quiet because that means he can occupy more of your attention and be closer to you than he might normally be. He also thinks it’s funny to see you get flustered when Stu brings attention to you but will ultimately defend you if he deems that Stu is dragging it out too long.

As you start to hang around the boys more, they start to become aware of how unintentionally silent you can be. You can lay on Stu’s couch, reading while the two are off in another room and you’ll scare the absolute shit out of the two when they come back to the living room and you suddenly chime into the conversation. That, or, one of them will go to the garage to get more beer and you’ll come out to ask them a question, only to startle them and cause them to drop the bottles. They’ve started keeping score of who gets scared by you more often. (It’s Stu, by a lot.)

They’ll both joke about attaching a bell to you to let them know where you are. As your relationship progresses, it starts to become… less of a joke. The boys talk it over and decide to buy you a choker with a little bell on it like a cat’s collar. You best believe they’ll make you wear it every moment the three of you are in private. Wear it in public and the boys will get both very happy that their mild obsession with you seems to be reciprocated and very, VERY teasing.

Stu and Billy are watching a movie alone one night when Stu turns to Billy and asks “What if they joined us? Like, as Ghostface?”Billy is ready to shoot the idea down but thinks back to every time you’ve been able to get the jump on the two of them. Even as observant as Billy was, he would often forget you were sitting or laying down somewhere. You blended into your surrounding and didn’t draw any attention to yourself. You knew how to be invisible.

They’d think about it for a loooong time. They need to know with 100% certainty that you’ll accept before they even think of proposing the idea to you and revealing their attachment to the Woodsboro murders.

When they do tell you and you do accept, they wonder how they had done it without you before. You were absolutely perfect for stalking their next victim and breaking into their house to let the boys in. They still did most of the real dirty work but would hand a kill to you every now and again to see you in real action.

It also becomes a bit of entertainment for you to see if you can startle them while on the hunt. Is it a bad idea? Maybe. Could you get stabbed because they’re ready to kill and you’re aiming to scare them? Probably. Do you really care? Not at all. The boys hate it every time but still get a laugh out of it, presuming it’s not actually putting them or the kill at risk.

For Billy, your being able to sneak up on him both in and out of Ghostface attire gives him a reason to improve. It gives him something to be better at. He sees it as a weakness that he needs to fix before someone else finds out and takes advantage of it.

For Stu, he sees it as a source of pride more than anything. Look at his partner, able to sneak up on the terrors of Woodsboro without even having to try. His precious darling is so amazing and skilled and awesome!

#billy loomis #billy loomis x reader x stu macher #billy loomis x reader #stu macher x reader #stu macher #scream 1996 #scream #scream franchise #slashers #slashers imagine #slasher fucker #slasher x reader #requests #request

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lowcosmic · 1 year ago

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oh god i loved your jealousy writing with Kokichi, that was amazing i cried 😭 im requesting smth thats self-insert 🙏 and also I've requested this prompt before for someone else I was following but they're prolly busy 🥲 so sorry for the "copy request" in a way 🙏🙏

(kokichi with a s/o that's also a great liar) in which they struggle to differentiate their own lies and feelings for other people (I have a hard time realizing I genuinely like people and it takes me a long long time to even manage to tell someone I love them out loud)

more details;; I've been struggling a lot more with dealing with my habits, I'm more of a pathological liar than compulsive, i just have a hard time coping with my behavior from time to time and I start to self-deprecate mentally

thing is, i feel like he would totally hate my behavior 💔💔 wondering just how he would put up with someone like me, in a established relationship (I have no idea what genre it should be but could be hurt/comfort or general fluff, you decide 😭🙏) sorry this is so long lmao 🥲

—— kokichi ouma with a s/o who’s a pathological liar

— 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : ( read the request ) kokichi with a s/o who can’t differ between their lies and actual feelings for others.

— 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : fluff

— 𝐜𝐰 : none?

— 𝐚/𝐧 : I AM , and repeat , SO SO SO sorry if i messed this up. feel free to request again if i did, cuz the delivery of what i did is kinda -,, re - read it once.

kokichi knew, before you two established a firm relationship, that you were good at lying.

he definitely had a hard time picking out what was a lie and what wasn’t a lie, and during those times he grew emotionally attached.

the only thing that he was worried about was the fact that your lying was sort of an instinct and hard to pick apart. that you did it without any reason, that you and him were similar in a few ways.

this meant that distrust could ruin the relationship, and kokichi was not going to let that happen, from you or him.

so he had you promise ( as well as him ) to be completely honest to each other, or at least tone down the deceitful behavior when around the other.

so, usual conversations would be something like : “ sooo, did you like my cooking?~ ” and then you’d reply with: “ haha, no. ” … “ I mean - yes. yeah, i actually do.” and so trust and loyalty grew stronger in the relationship.

before the relationship, though, you two would tease each other a lot. and prank each other.

you’d pranked him once by faking a confession for him. it worked, but something inside you bubbled. like you were speaking from the heart.

you swore you could see a faint blush growing on kokichi's face.

you could feel your heart pang when you broke the truth to him, his face for a second growing sad, before breaking out into a smile and saying, “ wow, you really had me for a second there! buuuut, you’ll have to try harder than that. ”

you felt something for kokichi — you didn’t know if it was love or something like that, but you felt something.

like a warm feeling sprouting, or excitement whenever you were around him. it felt nice.

it felt like the sun blaring on you during a cold winter’s day, or the heater in someone’s house turned up to the max during a snow storm.

of course, you thought it was all in your head and that these feelings didn’t exist. it was just another lie to yourself, that kokichi made you feel this way. even so …

when you asked shuichi about this ( in a somewhat rude way ) he came to the conclusion that you liked, no, loved kokichi.

kokichi was having the ( sort of ) same problem. was he really falling for you? you wouldn’t like him back, would you?

and it took a long time for you or him to confess, but finally, kokichi did end up confessing.

his confession was the most uncharacteristic you’ve ever seen him, stuttering, blushing lightly, like who the heck is this?

but you, after lots of hesitation, agreed. and then he kissed you.

that gesture filled you with emotion. you now belonged with kokichi ouma, your lying counterpart.

during the relationship, whenever kokichi suspects you’re lying, he says the usual, “ i HATE liars ” thing. of course, he could never hate you, but it’s the way he was self taught to get someone to tell the truth,, as well as some other forms of communication from him.

you both are quite the pair with pranks on your unsuspecting classmates. you got them the first time SUPER well, making them think you both did ‘ it ’ with each other. lmao get fooled

whenever you’d lie about disliking his clingy actions or over exaggerated mushy behavior, he’d continue doing it. that’s the only lie he can easily see without confirmation.

also definitely validates you. if you gave him a gun loaded with self affirmation praises and love, nothing that would hurt you, he’d use it all on you.

he knows how hard it is to live like this. after all, he’s almost like you.

something big to worry about was disloyalty, cheating. of course, you both trusted each other well. but there were those moments that seemed pretty suspicious, especially when kokichi was trying to prank you with it. let’s just say, that situation was a stepping stone and you two banned cheating pranks from ever happening again.

overall, i think kokichi would help the two of you grow as a pair, to help each other be more honest and understanding - as well as pick apart feelings from lies and misconceptions about others.

trust me, both of you are mega liars. and God couldn’t have put together a better picture than two who would help each other out through their struggles.

please don’t repost , translate , or claim my works as your own.

#danganronpa #drv3 #kokichi ouma x reader #danganronpa drv3 #danganronpa v3 #drv3 killing harmony #danganronpa imagines #gender neutral reader #gender neutral y/n #fluff #kokichi oma #ouma kokichi #drv3 kokichi #kokichi ouma #killing harmony #danganronpa kokichi #kokichi oma x reader #lying

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