#u made a wrong turn somewhere honey

[c4tbr4t]

I absolutely adore when i run into findom accounts claws theyre all like "oooh u wanna send me money ooo im so hot your so pathetic send me money ooooo" and im just sitting here with 0.73 in my bank account like "ma'am I couldnt even if I wanted to." 😊😊😊

[lenislenii]

𝐑𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬, 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐫𝐲

Synopsis: teasing him? Tsk how foolish Warning: Brat Taming, Degradation, edging, p in v but no female pronouns are mentioned! NSFW MINORS DONT INTERACT Author's note: this man does stuff to me, love u anon!!

Calcharo x gn!reader

request: Brat taming with calcharo from wuthering waves pretty please<333

You only wanted to sneak for a festival for a little, to tease your partner, after all Calcharo seemed like a busy man how bad could things turn? Right......wrong.

You we're taking a walk on the forest, collecting fruits for the upcoming spring also because soon the city was gonna have a festival and you wanted to make some food for the people, Cacharo wasn't a party person so when you told him you we're going he tried to convince you to stay but to no avail you ignored.

Your partner didn't like your misbehaving in the slightest, you should listen to him and stay, not go to a sad excuse of a festival to share....food?

Calcharo observed with a frown on his face, you walked closer to him the pink cherry blossoms dancing with the wind "I'm done, let's go home" you smiled, he scoffed but began walking back to your shared home together "Honey should you really go to that festival?" he asked a frown on his face.

"Calcharo we spoke about this before, i'm going you like it or not" you smirked as he gave a small "tsk" oh how you wish you knew how bad you've messed up with those words

. . . . .

The time to the festival came you dressed a beautiful dress made your hair and makeup "why are you dressed up so nicely to give out food on the festival?" you smirked "nothing, is a festival can't you see? i need to be- wait!" your chest was pressed against the wall, your partner smirked.

"what? what happen with the attitude that you had a few minutes ago darling? don't look to cofident now" *he said with a deep voice that made your legs go weak.

"C-calcharo hm! let me go, i'm gonna be late" you whined "fuck that festival, you can't listen to a simple order now you will suffer the consequences." he said smacking your rear stealing a yelp from you.

he ripped that dress off of you with his teeth, the dress falling on the floor, rolling your hair on his hand making you look at him "i'll make you behave, whore." that made you whine as he threw you over his shoulder "i can walk you know!" you scolded "after i'm done with you, i'm sure you won't."

As you reached the bedroom you yelped knowing what was coming, he puts you on the bed, the white haired sat on the bed as he told you to lay down on his lap, you complied "now...count with me"

Slap

"one..."

Slap

"t-two"

Slap

"three"

Slap

"fi- no w-ait i mean f-four"

you whined feeling the wetness between your legs growing "tsk, we just started and you're already failing? let's restart and this time no more second chances ." he warned, the process repeated itself, until you reached twelve

"t-twelve!" you moaned at the harsh slap "wrong..darling it was eleven" he said with a smirk taking you off his lap, you heard him unzip his pants.

"Now let's go to the fun part, one moan and i'll stop and leave you wanting, do you hear me baby?" he smirked as you nodded "all fours fast" he commanded as you complied, he grabbed lube putting some on his own member, he slowly removed your underwear throwing it somewhere on the room, his fingers played with your pussy lips and clit, teasing you, you bit your lip trying not to moan, as he kept his little game on your private part he smirked "good, see is not hard when you know how to listen to orders"

you feel the head of his cock touch your lips as he thrusted inside you with no warning, you let a yelp slip "tsk, can't praise you so soon can i?" he said "you wanna be like that fine" he said moving his hips fast and with force making your head spin "C-calchar-" he grabbed your hair "who?" he smirked as he noticed the small tears on your eyes "s-sir!" you moaned "ngh~ please" the man let his head fall back with a chuckle "good"

As you were close to your climax he quickly pulled out with a smirk making you whine at the loss "nuh uh whore, you don't deserve to cum after that behaviour, now hold on pretty"

He was sure that after he was done with you, you wouldn't step onto that festival again.

Reposts are appreciated!

[satrs]

oh my god hii!!! I need part 3 with “where’s your ring?” and I’m begging you to sneak sae in there🙇‍♀️ I just loved the idea sm!! have fun writing and keep up the good work!!! ♡

a/n: HIII I'M RLLY GLAD U LIKED ITTTT (∩˃o˂∩)♡ TYSMM AND HAVE A NICE DAY LUV!!!

𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨? PART 3!

SYNPOSIS; pranking your bf by taking off your engagement ring!

FEATURING; Itoshi Sae. Bachira Meguru. Shidou Ryusei. Itoshi Rin.

TAGS; 100% fluff and crack. Them being them.

All Characters are 18+ (proplayers).

ITOSHI SAE.

GETS SOOOO MAD BRUH OMG

It seemed to be just another ordinary day for both of you. You were in the shower while Sae was occupied with something different in your shared bedroom. Then you think about starting your mischievous plans. 

"Sae! Come here! Quick!" Your call alarmed him, swiftly rushing to the bathroom. Your head peaked out of the shower, giving him a soft smile. "Can you hand me the towel please?" He rolled his eyes at that. "I thought you slipped or something. Why would you scream like that?" You just giggled, watching his figure approaching you with said towel in hand. Now is your chance.

You intentionally rested your hand a bit longer on his, hoping he would catch onto your missing ring. To which he did. His brows furrowned, causing you to bite your lip, trying to hold in your laughter. His expression resembled a mean girl in school, staring down the people who would pass her in the hallway.

He didn't say a word about his discovery, only switching his glance to your face. "What? Something wrong with my face?" your question caused the man to scoff in return, mumbling under his breath. "Something wrong with your hand for sure." You caught his rambling but still act like you didn't. "What did you say?" He turned on his heels, intending to walk out of the bathroom. "Nothing."

You chose to uncover your antics. "Sae." The sound of his name made him spare a glance at you. "Can you pass me the ring on the sink too?" By the cheeky smirk on your face he already knew that you played your tricks on him. 

He was quick to hand you the ring, placing a quick kiss on your temple, startling you. "This pranking will bite you in the ass one day." 

BACHIRA MEGURU.

my poor baby.

"Oh my God Y/N!" His loud voice not only caused you to turn to him, but also all the people in the aisle. "Meguru what- Not so loud!" he had a serious expression, halting the shopping cart you were currently moving. " I do not care. Where is it?" His chin motioned to your hand embracing the cart.��

You looked down at your hand, almost forgetting that you had put your engagement ring off to prank him. "Oh I just- " A loud gasp echoed through the aisle, your finance dropping the pack of cereal he was previously holding. His loud voice made him move quickly around the cart right in front of him to clasp a hand over his mouth, hushing him. "Stop it! People are looking!" 

This didn't stop the man from slapping your hand off of his mouth. Some employees were already hot on your trail, concerned about the loud voices from the aisle. "People are looking yes! But are they also looking-", he began, lifting your hand up for everyone around to see. "- at your missing ring?! Everyone, please help me and my fiance find her ring! It gotta' be here somewhere!" 

You turned bright red at his loud statement, your heart sinking as you saw some of the employees and even the customers search the ground for your 'missing' ring. You were quick to cover up the prank in a whisper to Bachira, reassuring the helping hands that you left at home. "What has gotten into you, Meguru? Are you out of your damn mind?" You whisper-yelled at him, earning an innocent smile from the man, causing you to sigh in defeat. "Sorry honey! I didn't know you would prank me like that!" His voice was a tiny bit too loud, some people shaking their heads in your direction, clearly judging you. 

The embarrassment was almost unbearable, causing you to quickly move the cart to the checkout, anticipating to quickly get out of here as soon as possible. "Never ever will I prank you again." You said there. Bachira only laughed at that, helping you put the things on the cash register. "Good choice."

SHIDOU RYUSEI.

good Lord.

You regret your decision. Deeply. If you only thought about it a bit longer, realize that this would be a really, really bad idea. But you didn't. 

Now, you are sitting in your bed with your finance splashed on top of you, crying and sniffling into your chest. "Ryu'. I already told you it was just a prank, I didn't mean-" He cut you off with an exaggerated loud cry, tears staining your shirt. "But why? Why? It's not fun at all, baby! I thought you got cold feet!" This caused you to sigh, your hand stroking his head in a cooing manner. "No Ryu'. The wedding is in barely one week and I already got my dress and all." 

This, however, did not calm down the man, his head stirring from side to side as his heavy weight caused you to let out a huff. "I thought you would leave me! This is so mean Y/N, so mean!" You sighed again, placing a kiss on his forehead to calm him down. "I know baby, I'm sorry. How can I make it up to you?"

Those words made the man swiftly spring to his feet, a big smile plastered on his face as he wiped away his 'tears'. He disappeared from the room, making you raise an eyebrow in confusion. As he came back to view, you let out a breathy laughter. "No way." The pout on his lips grew bigger with every second passing. "Come on! It's not too much to ask for!" You rubbed your temples in frustration, eyeing the pink teletuby costume he had in hand. "Where the hell did you even get that from?"

"Don't worry about it."  With that, he quickly turned on the Teletuby music with his phone, throwing the costume at you, motioning you to wear it. "Go on."  You stopped throwing your tantrum, swiftly getting into the costume, eyeing at your fiance with an angry look. 

"Just like that pretty!" He said, phone now on you, filming you. "Now dance!" You mumbled curses under your breath, sloppily dancing along the lines.

"Yessss, Baby!" His cheering made you want to slap him right across the face. "Screw that damn dress! Wear this to the wedding instead! I'll get a matching one for myself too! What do you say? Blue or yellow?"

ITOSHI RIN.

pouty lil' baby.

Both of you were in the cinema, watching a new horror movie Rin was excited at watching for a long time. Everything was fine, from the mood to the movie, but as one particular scene came on screen, everything went downhill. 

In the scene, a woman was visible, showing the engagement ring her fiance bought for her to see for the audience. Rin only scoffed at that, were mouth full of popcorn as he looked at the ring unimpressed. "Pityful ring in my opinion." At that, he turned his head to you, noticing you were slurping on the coke you got yourself before the movie.  

His hand sneaked to take yours in his hand, lifting your hand up. "See? Yours is way-" He whispered, stopping mid sentence, an unreadable expression on his face as he eyed your hand, the ring nowhere in sight. You tried to play it off cool, placing the coke right next to you as you released your hand from his hold, eyeing him. You leaned near him to whisper, not wanting to disturb anyone watching the movie. "What did you say, Rin?" 

He flashed you an angry pout, attention back on the movie as an incoming jumpscreen caused half of the audience to jump in fear, except for Rin. “Rinnn.” Your whine made him turn to look at you again, the angry expression now visible to you. „What’s up with you?“ 

„No, what’s up with you.“ This made you snicker as his eyes started daggers into your empty ring finger. You were quick to calm him down, explaining your intentions before reaching for your bag, pulling out the ring and putting it back on, all that with a giggly smile on your face.

He was still visibly pouting but reached his hand for yours now as he intertwined his fingers with yours, brushing over the metal on your finger while turning his gaze back to the movie.

„I was waiting so long for this movie now I missed like ten minutes of it. This is the last time I’m taking you to the movies, I swear.“

You only giggled, now looking at the large screen yourself. „You shouldn’t swear if you know you‘ll do it anyway.“ He leaned to your ear at your answer, a slight smile twitching up his features at his next words. „Actually, I’m not. This is the last time I’m taking you here as my fiancé. In the next movie, we’ll go as husband and wife.“

ᵃˡˡ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵉⁿᵗ ᵇᵉˡᵒⁿᵍˢ ᵗᵒ k-azus.°

[billiedeansbitch]

Alrighty then i have another request for larissa, she and the reader are just fuck buddies or something of the sort, they are having sex one night and larissa says “u’re such a fucking whore” or something degrading and r just says “i love you” back and then you continue how you think it would unfold hehe

Have a good one!

𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

(𝐋𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐗 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

a/n: i feel like this isn't my best work but here it is. anyway it contains smut, degrading, mommy kink if u squint a little, spitting kink...and of course, some fluff.

warning/s: NSFW.

It was Outreach Day. The day. It was what everyone in the whole Nevermore Academy was waiting for; students and faculties alike. It was the buzzing topic for days. And you knew Larissa—Principal Weems, was equally as enthusiastic about it, too. 

As for the students, participation was obligatory, unless they had a valid reason not to partake in any activities, and to those whose reasons were granted reasonable by the headmistress herself, got to stay behind which now led to your task for the day, and that was to supervise these students, make sure they weren’t faking any sudden illness or inflicting trouble to others.

Larissa wasn’t expecting you to volunteer but you did. Understanding, the woman merely sighed in defeat, nodding her head as she did so before moving on. 

After the meeting, she came by your desk to express her disappointment and confess that she had planned a quick excursion to the weathervane with you, but she had no intention of changing your mind. Your heart leaped with joy at that. Like a date, you wondered if that was what she meant. But then as if she had heard your thoughts she quickly added, ���Friendly,” somewhere in the middle of her sentence, making you feel foolish for still holding out hope that the situation with the principal of Nevermore would change.

You gave her a sad, little smile and suggested she could bring Miss Thornhill if she so wished for friendly company, but she declined and told you she only wanted you. It confused you.

It wasn’t the first time she exhibited these confusing signs. Little miss strictly-no-endearment had been generous with pet names lately, calling you dear, honey, sugar, sweetheart, all the sweet things she could think of with a smile on her lips. You were sure she had noticed the way your breath would stop, and your cheeks go pink whenever she would carelessly call you things, but everytime it happened, she wouldn’t dare say a word and just go on. 

It all stemmed back to the first night when she didn’t try to come up with an excuse to dodge your request for her to stay the night and sleep in your bed with you breaching one of the rules—her rules. Even yet, you were still unsure about your relationship with her and you clung to the faint hope that if you prayed fervently enough, she may suddenly change her mind about everything. 

You made the decision to take a walk around the school in the afternoon, immediately following your meal, to see how everyone was doing.

After ensuring that everyone was acting fairly behaved with no underlying malice, you turn toward the path of your office to finish some paperwork. You were, however, abruptly stopped in your tracks by the audible tittle-tattle of pupils. The noise grew louder by the second until the very hall you were standing in was flooded by the Nevermore students. 

In the corner of your eyes you saw her, striding toward the direction of her office, until she was gone from your line of sight and her office door slammed close, echoing and spooking everyone in the hallway including you. 

Something was wrong. Larissa Weems was evidently fuming. Who the fuck dare screwed the Outreach Day? 

Funny enough, Wednesday Addams went in after Larissa, sporting a scowl and a cold glare. So, Wednesday was the culprit. You could only shake your head in disbelief at how the young pupil was able to religiously piss the woman off everyday. 

You resumed walking, passing her office on your way. You tried to at least think much less of it—much less of her as you work, try to be as productive as you intended, but your brain refused to think and focus on anything else that didn’t revolve around her, it only wanted her.

With a sigh, you stopped grading the papers and just sat there, letting your mind float around her. It was a little later in the afternoon when you decided to succumb to these thoughts.

You smoothened the creases of your pants, adjusted your blouse and fixed your overall appearance. You grabbed a random folder from your desk, just something to hold onto, and marched to the Principal’s office.

You came to halt directly in front of her door, at which point you held your fist in midair while still debating whether it would be better to leave her alone to handle it or to go throw yourself in her way and be the destruction she so sorely needed at the time.

Sheriff Galpin and the Principal had just completed discussing the situation inside the office. He rose from his seat, tipped his head and made to leave. He opened the door to find you right there, clutching the folder close to your chest. Too late to turn back now.

His presence didn’t matter, you stepped aside, he didn’t say anything and walked away, his boots thudding the floor. 

You found her blue eyes staring at you, “May I come in, Principal?” The formalities were for anyone who might be listening closely. She summoned you in and you closed the door. 

You allowed your shoulders to fall and your posture to relax in the seclusion of her office. You knew well how every interaction with the Sheriff left her blood boiling, quickly you asked her if she was okay with genuine concern lacing your voice.

It was a mistake, you thought, as soon as the biting response reached your ears, “Do I look okay?” you hated how it made you flinch.

“No...”

She saw it, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. I was just… I’m exhausted.”

“And furious…” It earned you a glare but it took only a second before her gaze softened. 

You crossed the room, dropping the folder on her desk, which the woman didn’t bother to ask what it was about already knowing it was a random prop you grabbed from your desk in case you needed an alibi for being in her office. 

“I had high hopes for this year’s outreach day.” she said, her voice no longer angry, but your heart clenched at how disheartened she sounded.

“I know.” you answered from behind her, placing your hands over her upper arms and soothingly running them up and down, “I know, baby.”

Then you started removing her coat jacket, her breath picking up. “Breathe, darling. Slower, please.” you cooed, placing a soft peck on her nape. 

Larissa felt how hot and moist your lips were.

From that point on, you were assessing everything as you went and attempting to elicit a response from her—anything that would suggest whether you should keep going or stop.

“Mhmm, that’s it. Good girl.” you rewarded her with another kiss just right behind her left ear.

“Can I pull the pins out?” you asked, and she nodded. 

“Let’s make you feel good, yes?” You massaged her scalp, and then her shoulders before you inquired about the zipper of her dress.

When she allowed you again, you pressed another fond, sweet kiss behind the right ear. “Thank you.” you murmured, it earned a sensual sound from her.

“Just relax.” Once the sleeves went down her arms and exposed a pale expanse of her skin artfully speckled with freckles, your lips began to press softly over her nape, down her spine and then you pause just to drink in the sight of her back.

“I know this isn’t what you want to hear right now but you have such a sexy back, you know.” A bona fide chuckle escaped her lips, “So toned and lean. You said you don’t work out.” 

“I really don’t.”

“Turn around for me.” She stepped out of her dress, only in her underwear, and spun around. The clouds of storm in her eyes were no longer present. She looked so much calmer now.  

“So gorgeous.” You breathed, and kissed both of her eyelids. Kissed her cheeks. Kissed the blades of her shoulders. 

Larissa cupped your cheeks, “Have I told you how beautiful you are today?” You chuckled, recalling the times she did in the hallway in the early morning,  in her office when she asked for you before she left, the time where she brushed past you to greet another Professor and still managed to whisper, “You look so pretty, my dear.”

“You did. A lot of times in fact.” 

A smile grew on her lips, “That’s better.” 

“So how do you propose we end this night?” She said, eyeing your chest, and playing with the top button of your blouse, easily undoing one. 

“With a bottle of red for your temper, and some good fucking to relieve your stress. How’s that sound?”  

“Like a miracle. Now, let me help undress you.” 

Larissa took pleasure in admiring how your clothes fit you, how the material feels under her palms before she gets rid of each item. She took her time undoing every button, unclacing every lace, slowly pulling the zipper down. She loved taking her time unravelling you like a gift on a Christmas morning. 

“No. You stay there and watch.” you pushed her to one of the armchairs in front of her desk, telling her to sit, but instead, she grabbed your wrist and pulled you to her private quarters, surprising you.

You giggled after her, blushing at how eager she seemed for you, then she hushed you with her mouth, pressed you on the door when it finally closed and whispered, “Fuck the wine, let’s get straight to fucking.” you agreed while laughing as her lips ghosted your neck, you put both hands on her shoulder, pushing her a bit, “If you want to fuck me, take me to your bed at least.” 

You didn’t have to tell her twice. In one swift move, you were thrown on the bed, her hands quickly relieving your body from the clothes you wore. One by one she undid the buttons, so gentle and careful, and folded them neatly till you were left in your tiny, laced underwear that left nothing to the woman’s imagination. 

You admire the patience she harboured despite how lustful her eyes seemed to appear, how she bit and licked her lips as she unclasped your bra, and the straps fell from your arms, until you were bare from everything.

Your heart thundered in your chest once she touched you with the gentle familiarity of her hands as if you were too fragile if handled any differently. She took in the softness of your skin, smoothing her thumbs across and pressing her fingertips a little too firmly without bringing you any sort of discomfort. Her eyes were dark, yes–lustful and eager, but she was touching you with a particular fondness that differed from when she touched you many times before—that you were certain of. 

Her eyes briefly met yours, but you weren't sure why, and then her lips moved slightly open as if she were getting ready to say something. However, the words in her throat turned into a deep sigh, and her face softened. You wanted to know what was going on in her head.

Before you could ask, though, her lips slammed into yours. Suddenly, you were consumed by the ferocity of the kiss and utterly melted into her, everything in your head finally dissipating into nothingness. You could only think of taking it all. Take everything she was giving you.

–

“Yeah? You like that? Of course you do, look at you, so eager for me.” She said as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Your legs were spread and she was inside your cunt, pounding you rough with her fingers. 

“You like that I fuck you so much don’t you? So much that you couldn’t breathe and all you could do is moan like the fucking slut you are.” You made a shaky, barely discernible sound as you tried to respond but it came out as a moan instead. Take it you, slut. What do you want, baby? Mommy’s fingers? Yeah? All of them? Spread them wider so mommy could fuck you more. All of these were making you wetter and needier.

“Fuck.” Came out of you and your back arched, “God, you’re such a fucking whore. So fucking pathetic.” you felt her add another digit, stretching your cunt like she promised you she would and it felt so great, you cried to her as you buried your face on her neck.

“Please, please, please. Let me come, please.” you begged.

But she merely laughed and withdrew from your grasp, steadying herself above you, and wrapped her hand around your throat as you squirmed beneath her. 

“Open your mouth, slut.” she spit in your mouth, “Good girl. Now, swallow.” and you dutifully swallowed it down without breaking eye contact with the blonde.

It all felt too good to be just another one of those nights, one of your little sex escapades in the Principal’s bedroom. Honestly, it all felt nothing of that sort anymore. So maybe, just maybe if you close your eyes and say the words that rested on the tip of your tongue for too long it could change everything.

Were you this desperate that you were willing to take the risk of potential rejection? Yes. Because you could no longer look her in the eyes and act like you weren’t so in love with her, like all of this was nothing to you.

So you closed your eyes, and breathed the words to her lips as you captured them “I love you.” 

Silence followed. You swallowed hard. It felt harder to breathe

She didn’t say it back. She never opened her mouth to say anything or attempted to pull away. You didn’t know if that was a good sign. She kept kissing you and you kept reciprocating, accepting her tongue and sucking her lips. It went on until you were too tired on her bed and sleep was the next best thing. You didn’t bother repeating your words, didn’t bother asking if she heard you or not, you just slept there curled up on the other side of her bed.

Larissa watched the rise and fall motion as you slept, her fingers aching to touch a part of you. You were so close yet so unreachable, the space in between felt like a punishment but who was punishing her but herself.

Unable to keep herself apart from you any longer, she adjusted herself closer, hesitated when you stirred, and then moved closer still until her front was flushed against your backside and her nose was buried in your hair, smelling your scent. 

“Words are not enough for some things I feel about you.” She whispered while stroking your back in shapeless lines and kissing the back of your head from time to time. If she couldn’t kiss your lips, she would gladly settle on any part of you and kiss it no less. 

“But I love you, too, you know?” her voice wavered, and you resisted the impulse to turn around and cradle her face and tell her that you could wait however long it would take because you understood if she wasn't ready yet but you weren’t meant to hear this you suppose. 

When you felt her hand encircling your waist and her breath brushing against the back of your neck, you wanted nothing more than to turn around. 

She was not naive as you thought, she had already noted the significant shift in your breathing that suggested you were in fact awake now and added, "I’m sorry I couldn’t say it back right away." 

Squeezing her hand was the least thing you could do to tell her you understood her.

Lariss didn’t know what else to do except to call your name, her voice was low, the softest it had been all day. You turn around, meeting the pools of blue eyes looking at you with so much warmth, her smile so lovingly enticing. 

“I love you.” She confessed once more in a shuddering, small voice, tears threatening to fall from her eyes. She still looked so beautiful. 

You kissed the tears away before they could fall, kissed her cheeks, too, as they looked too inviting not to, then placed kisses down her neck, all intimate and pure before you put one final kiss on her lips. 

The affection you offered made her heart swell in her chest. Each kiss felt like an offering, like the flowers you put in her hair during that one afternoon when you came back from the woods with wild flowers in hand and told her she would look so beautiful with those in her hair.

You smiled at her, lips pressed and stretched so smoothly that she couldn’t resist not kissing you. A chuckle left your lips when she pressed hers, and pinched at your waist. “I shouldn’t be swayed by charms but how could I deny myself such pleasure of kissing you?” She said after the kiss, eyes lingering on your lips,

Just then you realized how much you were so truly, madly in love with her. Your heart had always felt so full around her like they would explode any time and then just stop because beating too fast was so exhausting and there wasn’t enough room for this overwhelming sensation. 

That night, you didn’t know how you ended up sleeping, all you could remember was her warmth, her softness, her voice and her lips pressed so perfectly on your own, while she kept repeating, I love you. 

[lemmetreatya]

enemies to lovers but it's southern reiner and you're both prize winning cow farmers competing at the state fair ((u make out on the ferris wheel and bicker in front of the official 4-H judges))

oh this request is so mf goaatteeddd!! i just know you care me. you love me sooooo much. this is lifes greatest gift and you have literally bestowed it upon me. i kiss you witj open mouth!

It’s Everyone’s Game — Southern!Reiner x fem!Reader

word count: 3.2k+

content: enemies to lovers, happy ending, slight yan!reiner, reader is quite confrontational

Every single year, he did this — Without fail.

It’s been impossible to attend a peaceful Marley’s Grand State Fair without the most irksome competition known to man attending too.

He wasn’t fearless, or a nasty cheater, or even someone who paid behind door bribes. It was simply because he was just as competitive as you. And annoyingly, he chose your beloved niche to be competitive about.

“Betty’s definitely gonna beat yer Tyler II again this year. Your old boy ain’t got shit on us.”

With a roll of your eyes, you turned around in a huff as you were met with none other than the notorious Four time MGSF winner — Reiner Braun.

“Quit ya talking, Braun. We don’t know jack for certain so we’ll let the judges be judge of that.”

A smirk that was as sweet as summertime honey graced Reiner’s face. He quickly spat the toothpick that was in his mouth and squeezed the crown of his hat before sizing you up. You definitely noticed how his frame was so immensely empowering over yours.

“Oh, don’t worry. I plan to let them judge because then it means I’m winning again.” He teased.

You opened your mouth to rebuttal but before you could, the man walked off.

With an annoyed clench of your hands you made a short and quiet scream.

It just wasn’t fair. For five years in a row, you had won the state fair’s competition for healthiest cow. Tyler the First used to be your breadwinner, until his son Tyler II surpassed him, but you didn’t mind because the competition was between you and yourself.

That was until, Reiner Braun came onto the scene with his Beloved Betty and started dominating each time after that.

If he won again this year then his title wins would be tied with yours — but you couldn’t have that, nor anymore losses or second places. This was the last year of Tyler II’s prime meaning it was probably also your last chance to become a six time champion — and youngest contestant in the history of Marley’s Grand State Fair to do so.

None of your other cattle were matching to Tyler II’s standard so it was all or nothing.

If only Reiner Braun and Betty weren’t in the goddamn way!

“I-it’s a tie.”

“What?!”

Both you and Reiner rose from your seats.

The judges looked towards the both of you with solemn faces. Each and every one of them have been judging long enough to know the feud the two of you had and that this decision was trouble.

“It’s a tie.” Another judge spoke up with a cleared throat. “Based on all the criteria, both Betty and Tyler II’s match neck and neck. There’s nothing else we can do.”

“That’s not fair!” You instantly object back.

There was a moment of silence as most of the people present were too stunned to speak but with a sigh, Reiner spoke up next.

“I hate to say this but I agree.” Everyone looked to the man in shock. Even you made a surprised face at him as you watched him fold his arms over his chest and shake his head.

“This ain’t no fair. There’s got to be an anomaly somewhere. There has to be a set winner.”

You were so close to agreeing with his statement but there was something in you that just wouldn’t let yourself be in harmony with him.

“Wait, what d’you mean ‘you hate to agree’ with me? What, you think I’m wrong all the time?!”

Turning in your direction with a nonchalant attitude, Reiner shrugged.

“Matter of fact, I do, yes.”

Squinting your eyes at him, your jaw dropped as you stepped into his personal space.

“Why, I oughta—”

“Either way!” The judge loudly spoke over you both as they stepped in again. “We’re not going back on our decision. We’ve decided to crown you both first place and that's final.”

“What happens to the prize then?” You ask.

“Well, we’ll split the money between you each and then you’d both have to share a free ride ticket at the state fair.”

"Share a ticket?" You question.

"As in, take a ride together?" Reiner finishes.

The judge nods accordingly, the resolute decision shown clearly on their face.

"Yes, exactly that."

Both you and Reiner look at each other in mild shock at the judgement. Could this really get any worse?

You really jinxed yourself with that one. This got so much worse.

It never occurred to you how little rides were available for two people who didn’t require to be sardined right against each other.

Upsettingly, the ferris wheel was one of the only rides which could accompany a shared yet distanced pair. It definitely wasn’t your first or favourite choice but at least it meant you got your ticket’s worth.

Right?

“God, can this ride go any slower?”

You moan out loud as your head hits the side of the ferris wheel frame. You can’t help but slouch in your position as your hand slides down the window.

Reiner on the other hand sat quietly on the opposite bench. He hadn’t said much the whole ride, only pensively have his macho arms folded over his burly chest. You would have found something to complain about, like how he was assertively manspreading or tapping his going-out timberlands against the metal floor board, but you weren’t in any better form yourself so you didn’t mention it.

“Maybe the slowness can get you to reflect on your behaviour.” He hummed.

With a surprised expression, more at the prospects those were his first words the whole ride, you quickly sat up in offence.

“I—What behaviour?! I’m pretty well behaved thank you very much.”

Reiner looked at you with a face of perplexity. Usually he’d bite back or say something to provoke you more, but for the first time, he didn’t.

A small sigh left the blonde’s mouth as he looked out the ferris wheel’s view. His hand came up to slightly pinch his hat by the front and tip it further of his eyes.

“Look, after today’s competition, I’ve been thinking. Why don’t we just call a truce? There’s no point fighting over this petty shit, it’s tiring.” He said in a low voice.

His words made you frown.

You know you weren’t the most receptive individual when it came to being the ‘bigger person’, but even this seemed bizarre for Reiner to address.

From the moment you met him, he was against you. There’s never been a good day of friendly fire between you — it’s always been fire and opposition. Like yes, he was a good looking guy, and you’re sure he was nice to everyone else — but that's just not the relationship you two had.

If this was a joke, it was a very distasteful one.

Sitting further back onto your side of the bench, you mirror his stature by folding your arms over your own chest. Only difference is that you folded your legs instead.

“I’m not in a laughing mood, Braun. This isn’t time for any’a these games of yours.”

Reiner shook his head as he shrugged.

“Okay, but I’m not pulling your leg, I’m being serious. We’re big enough adults, aren’t we? — I think we’re capable of calling a truce for the sake of peace.”

“Peace?” Your voice went an octave higher. “Between me and you?”

Reiner looked at you expectantly, his face unwavering. With how solid his resolve was, you knew he wasn’t joking and in all honesty, that truly and utterly confused you.

If you were in a any goofier mood, you would have laughed.

“Braun, last time I checked, you hated me — and quite vehemently, may I add. So tell me, why on God’s green earth would I suddenly call a truce?”

With a face of confusion and hands cupping his knees, Reiner bends forwards in his seat.

“Wait, you think I hate you?!”

That caught you off guard. So much so that your throat made a short circuiting noise.

You sure as hell hope this man wasn’t trying to gaslight you right now because now he’s even gotten you questioning every interaction you’ve had with him the whole five years you’ve known his sorry ass.

Holding your hands up in front of you, momentarily squeezed your eyes shut.

“I—Is that a trick question? Of course you hate me, Braun. You always have...”

A louder sigh than before left Reiner’s mouth. Leaning back, the man slowly removed his hat from his head, the other hand ruffling his blonde hairs.

All you could do was watch in shock as Reiner looked at you with eyes you've never seen him look at you with before. The man placed his hat down on the bench next to him before standing up with an exasperated expression. With his hands on his hips, he stood within the middle of the carriage and pensively looked out of the ferris wheel view.

Several seconds passed but they all felt like excruciating minutes. Something about this conversation, Reiner’s attitude, just all felt so off.

Looking up at his towering figure, you couldn’t help but let your expression sour. With his short sleeved muscle t-shirt and Levi jeans, the man looked healthy, but you couldn’t help but think he was sick in the head for pulling such a joke.

“Reiner, I asked you a question.” You tried to assert.

With a pained squint of his face, the blonde turned his face to the side.

“I know!” He almost whined. “Just… give me a second, alright? I’m tryna formulate what I wanna say.”

Your body language slumped against the bench but it was a mask for the suffocating feeling of your heart drumming hard against your chest — more than it has for any contest.

All of this felt so surreal right now. The outcome of the competition, the fact that you were in this stupid ferris wheel, whatever it was that was going on with Reiner — it just seemed like such an out of body experience but you knew you were present.

Pressing his hand up against the roof of the ferris wheel, Reiner sighed before looking down at you.

“Woman, I have never hated your guts for the life of me. If anything I envied you. You seem to do everything so flawlessly and effortlessly and I’m jealous of that. I gotta work real hard to get Betty to beat your boys, you know that? When I win, it feels good. Why? Because it means I’ve worked hard, not because it means I get to see you lookin’ all despondent.”

You thickly gulped as you looked up at the man and in return meet his eyes. There was so much more he wanted to say, you could just see it in the way his mouth twitched every time he looked to you.

But after hearing those words, the situation was becoming more clear. You didn’t care that Reiner thought you did things with no effort. Your whole life had been people thinking the exact same thing, so to you the presumption was uninflecting. But right now, you’re sworn enemy, was telling you how they never hated you or liked seeing you sad.

That he was jealous of you? Envious of you? Inspired to do better by you?

All of this could easily be used to power on rivalry but that’s not what Reiner was saying. Right now, this man was admitting to hating how winning made you sad — and how that, made him sadder.

“So…you saying you never had anything against me?”

You ask unsurely.

The blonde man made a hazy face as he twisted his hand to show contemplation.

“Aside from a lil friendly competition fire, I’ve never had anything against you. Well, at least nothing negative.”

He mumbled the last part but it didn’t go unheard by you. For such a life changing subject, you couldn’t afford to miss out on any information that could help you understand what this was about.

“That last bit, whaddyou mean by ‘at least nothing negative’?” You pointed at him.

Reiner looked as if he’d been caught off guard. He grumbles beneath his breath as he turns his head away from you again, but all it revealed to you was the tale-telling signs as the tips of his ears blushed rosy red.

“It’s nothing important.” He retorts.

“Doesn’t matter; repeat it. You’ve decided to lay everything out into the open so you might as well say what you mean.”

With a lethargic groan, Reiner wiped his hand over his face. You could tell whatever he was going to say was going to be deep considering the uncertain glance gave you.

However, when he let out a dry laugh and placed his hands onto his hips, you knew that was his ‘fuck it’ moment.

“Okay, fine. I didn’t have anything negative against you but I guess the only reason why I was so determined to win each year was because it’d at least mean you’d notice me and I wanted you to notice me because I had a silly crush on you. There. I said it. Happy now?”

His voice was so calm but you could tell he was nervous as hell due to how he spoke in one breath. The way his fingers flexed and his footing constantly swapped, he was anything but confident revealing what he just did. But you don’t blame him, confessing your feelings to someone would always feel daunting, regardless of age. You even felt nervous for him.

But alas, Reiner had taken courage to say what he’d been hiding for all this time. You guess the least you could do was take his ignited fire and turn it into a flame.

Clearing your throat, you patted the seat next to you as you scooched up closer towards the wall. Reiner instantly got the message and sat himself besides you.

The tall man downsized himself to be seated next to you. However, as soon as he sat down, your thighs were warmly touching. You tried to shuffle over but it was to no avail, you were already stuck to the wall. What was even worse was that Reiner’s arms had nowhere to rest. The both of you tried to squeeze each way to make more room but nothing worked.

“Damn, these things real tight.” He lowly joked and you couldn't help but laugh along.

Inevitably, the both of you tried to stick round it but it ended up with one of Reiner’s arms draped around your shoulders and one of your arms leaning on his thigh.

When you initially invited him down, you didn’t think the fitting would be that tight but you guess for a large man, most things weren’t tailored to his size. Imagine how bad it would have been if you chose a rollacoaster ride?!

“How long?”

After a minute or so of silence sat in that position, you spoke.

Reiner looked down at you once he heard you speak. He had his own head being tomb raided with so many thoughts already so he was glad you said something to finally break the cycle.

“How long for what?”

“That you’ve had a crush on me.” You reiterated.

“Since the day I first laid eyes on you.” Reiner instantaneously replied.

With an upset face you looked up at the man. You couldn’t help but notice how that phrase seem like he’d finally released a long breath he’d been holding. He must have felt that way for a long time.

Poking Reiner’s chest you jutted your lip out.

“All that time? How did you expect me to know you liked me? Especially with all that competition shit we had going on, it’d be impossible.”

Scratching the back of his neck, Reiner looked away from you. Although that wasn’t for long because instantly he was back looking straight down at you with a face of admiration — blushes and all.

“Yeah, well I guess it’s my fault in a way. Makes sense you wouldn’t have known concerning how we always seemed at each other’s throats.”

“Yeah. Guess so.” You mumbled.

Although the air was thick with a new fodder of feelings, neither you nor Reiner were able to keep your eyes off of each other. If anything you’re not surprised; Even within these conditions, you were still going head to head to see who’d look away first.

“I know this’ll sound sudden but is it okay if I kiss you? It’s fine if you say no.”

Reiner eventually mumbles.

You knew it was coming because the way his thumb was soothing over your shoulder could only illicit to such things, but nevertheless, it still caught you off guard.

Blinking rapidly, you quickly glance out at the view behind him. You hadn’t noticed but the both of you were nearing the end of your ride.

“And what if I did say no?” You tease as your eyes glance back to him.

With a shrug, Reiner replied.

“Then I’d back up.”

“Without a fight?” You ask.

“Without question.”

You were glad Reiner had concern for how you felt. For now, it had only been him to confess his feelings so it was encouraging that he was still aware that you didn’t owe him anything.

But even whilst being slightly skeptical of these new revelations, you still wanted to indulge just this once.

With your hand on his thigh slowly inching towards the inner part of his leg, you looked up at Reiner from beneath your lashes.

“Don’t back up.” You whisper, your words feather light.

And that was all the access Reiner needed.

With a delicate swoop, the blonde bent down to softly press his lips against yours. His hand that wasn’t already behind your back came up to lightly press against your cheek, the kiss all consuming as the man practically sucked you up.

If you hadn’t believed Reiner had liked you for ages before, then you did now. The amount of desperate panting yet wholesome restraint in not to devour you then and there was so evident in how he kissed you.

Its not like you haven’t been kissed before, but the experience felt so new and fresh to you that it couldn’t help but feel like it was your first.

Your own hand tentatively came up to wrap around the nape of his neck and you couldn’t deny how hot the growl he made in you doing that, was.

No one could say for sure how long you two stayed like that. Especially not when the both of you were practically gasping for air when you pulled back.

With his lips blood and flushed pink — slick with a mix of both your spits — you couldn’t help but occasionally glance down at them as you spoke to Reiner with blown eyes.

“I’m starting to feel like you called a truce just so you could kiss me.”

A low chuckle left the man’s lips. He couldn’t help but to lean forwards and land another kiss to your lips before quickly pulling back.

“Oh, I’m planning to do much more than just that.”

He said whilst pulling you closer to tug you onto his lap.

Maybe, just maybe, coming joint first place wasn’t as bad as it seemed.

[thoughtfullyrainynightmare]

Halloo! ive been reading ur blog and i love it sooo mucch 💌💌💌

can i request for angsty nozel with his wife? so she was a noble and had been busy dealing w her family bussiness. one day she came home late and finding nozel waiting for her. he thinks that shes neglecting her own family and there the argument began. and she accidentally said something sooo hurtful to him due her exhaustion. the ending is up to uuu!

thank you laaura, i hope u live a great life and good luck on your exams! 💟💟💟

Hiyaaa~! ^^

Thank youuu!! ^^ I'm glad to hear that you like my content T^T <3 Oh I love me some hurt-comfort from time to time, so most certainly ^^ You're very welcome, and thank you, I hope the very best for you too!

Pairing: Nozel x f!reader Genre: Hurt-comfort Fanfic type: Oneshot Length: ~1.2k Content/warnings: Wife/reader implies that Nozel would have done better marrying a "numbskull to boss around", reader is a bussiness woman right down to the bone, reader ends up apologizing and comforting Nozel, Nozel is maybe a teeny tiny bit ooc? maybe, hurt-comfort

You were a business woman. Or you considered yourself as one even if the self-given title was a bit misleading considering that you were of noble birth. But you didn’t want to be the kind of a typical noble woman. The text book Noble Lady who didn’t do as much as sit around and order servants around. And gossip.

Hated the gossiping types. Though of course some rumours could be useful in the business world, but that was another thing than maliciously speaking out rumours in order to just make another person’s life difficult. There was discussing events, perhaps even people, and then there was ‘discussing people’.

The latter you hated.

But you, you were someone who was determined to make it in the working world, and had earned the position you held in your family business. You had earned it. Worked for it. And you were going to succeed in it. For your family, your husband, but first and foremost, for yourself.

Actually, you had been a bit surprised to learn that Nozel had harboured feelings for you back in the day, because you had thought that he would have wanted a ‘typical noble wife’ for himself. But instead, he had fallen for you.

He had called you capable, strong, kind and caring; he had called you as someone he would be proud to call a wife and carry the Silva name. These were separated instances of course, but nowadays those discussions linked together in your mind. They made you smile, on most days, because you felt like he understood you.

He was a working man, after all. He was a busy person, too. And so he should understand you, if you were late, and caught up in endless meeting and paperwork. Because he was caught in it too. Which sometimes made married life difficult, but you made it work. You made it work because you loved each other, and cherished the moments you had together even more.

That… was what you expected to come to when you came come that evening.

Not him, standing there with crossed arms in his silk pyjamas and a robe.

“You’re late,” he only said.

“I know, I know, I had a meeting and it went on and on, you know how it’s like. When people can’t get things done and you’re stuck in a circle,” you told him while taking off your outer clothes.

“You’re working even longer than I am these days,” he continued, going somewhere, but not saying it straight.

“I’ll make time for us when I can, I promise.”

He sighed with a frown, which told you about his growing irritation, which in turn made your brows furrow.

“Honey… I’ll try to-“

“You’re not trying enough,” he spoke on top of you making your eyes shoot wide open.

“Ex..cuse me?” You asked, wanting to think that you had heard wrong.

“You’re not making us, our family, the Silvas, into a priority. Instead you value your previous life higher and spend more time with them than here.”

“Of course I spend time with them!” You argued. “Because it’s a part of the business! It’s like telling you that you can’t spend so much time with the knights!”

“I am spending less time with the knights! Because I am here waiting for you!”

“I didn’t ask for it!”

“That’s what married couples are supposed to do! Want to be with each other.”

“Be stuck at home you mean?!”

“I want to see you when I get out of work!”

“Well maybe you should have married a good-for-nothing numbskull that you can boss and show around then.” And that… that was when you heard what you had just said.

You heard it, and… worst of all, you saw it. You saw it in his eyes, the way his eyes widened this time, and how he was biting his molars together to keep himself from saying anything else. To hold his tongue.

His eyes turned to the side, which his posture followed as he turned away to make his way to the window.

It had been a topic of a conversation back, way back, when you had started dating. That he didn’t want someone who’d idly follow his wishes, but would instead be someone who had a mind of her own, who could stand by him. It had been important to him. Because he knew that he could be quite adamant, stern, cold even, and he wanted his wife to be someone who could be there to support him as he tried to unlearn the traits he had picked up while growing up.

And now you were telling him that he didn’t deserve such support. That only someone who would mindlessly follow anyone for the sake of a title would be the only kind of a person, who’d want to be with him. That anyone strong, would look at him and conclude that he was too much work, a rotten piece of work. Damaged goods.

You, essentially, told him that he was unlovable. 

“Nozel I…” you started, taking a few steps closer to him.

“Don’t…” he said but didn’t turn around to look at you. Instead he just looked out of the window into the night.

“I didn’t mean that…”

“It’s fine.”

He wasn’t fine, you knew as much.

“Look I…” you made your way to him and wrapped your arms around his middle, placing your head onto his shoulder. “It’s amazing that you want to see me at the end of the day. I want to see you too, but it’s… I wouldn’t ask you to quit being a knight.”

“I’m not asking you to quit,” he replied with something that was almost a huff. “Just cut back on the hours. Be more present here. Be a family.”

He had a point. Because you were building a new family with him. But it wasn’t as simple as just being an entirely separate family from what you had. You didn’t want that, to just cut out everything from your past. You wanted to have bits from both families.

“I want to have a family with you too, to be a family, but my family is also a part of it. I can devote more or my time to us, but you need to devote more of your time too then.” It sounded like a business deal, but you thought it to be a fair one. Because the common wish for you both was to spend more time together. This would be the way to do it.

There was a pause lingering in the air, for a few seconds, until he finally spoke up.

“Alright. Deal,” there was a hint of a smile in his tone, just a hint. But you’d take it. You’d take that sense of consolation, of acceptance and forgiveness; the tone of moving forward.

But the real consolation came from how he placed his hand on top of yours, and how he sank into the embrace.

You’d make it. Together. In this life.

[leadandblood]

What if I said: more angst before the fluff? >:3c

(part 1) ____ (part 3) (part 4) (part 5) (part 6)

Smells Like Honey, Feels Like Home (part 2)

Little couldn't but stare at the blinds now in front of him. Jopson is a wasp, of course he wouldn't want to join a group of bees. He should have expected this.

He did expect it. Yet his heart ached, for some reason.

Jopson seemed almost willing at first... and then he went and ruined it. Way to go, Edward.

He sighed and left the same way he came, unconsciously dragging his feet over the floorboards. His wings took to vibrating silently with tension, but he didn't notice. It was too subtle for him to notice in his state. If he were more present and not thinking about what could have been...

He shouldn't have said it about catching Jopson, as that clearly was the sentence that broke him. He should have found an excuse. He should have lied. Should have made up something about Collins or Goodsir- Oh.

God, no. He's going to have to face Goodsir now. He'd rather face a blizzard, than to look Harry in the eye. He could hear the "I told you so" so clearly, the man might as well be standing next to him at this very moment. He quickened his pace, making his way down the corridor.

He didn't even want to sleep anymore. He will skip the nap time today. Maybe he should stop it altogether. It's not right, anyway. They're not even the same bee species. This is wrong. It's wrong.

He passed an open door of the room they've set up the nest in. Big mistake.

"Edward!" Goodsir called from inside, cheery and bubbly.

Little groaned. He liked the few naps he'd spent there, but after the disaster his dialogue with Jopson turned into, he simply wanted to be left alone. Or at least he thought he did. Everything was jumbled in his head, he could barely make sense of any of it.

"Edward?" Collins joined, peaking out of the door after him. "We're waiting for you," he said more as a question, than a statement.

"You can start without me. I won't be joining today." He didn't even turn around to face the man. He simply continued walking, aiming straight towards-

Well, he didn't exactly know. Somewhere. Anywhere. Somewhere that isn't here.

"Wait, what do you mean?" Collins called after him. "Edward!"

He didn't stop or slow down, but thankfully nobody followed him. Soon he reached the ladder and climbed up into the cold night.

@razerecherche i am looking straight at u👁👁

[brilliantfantasticgeronimo]

Rogue thoughts and reactions--->

not taking many notes this time cause i wanted to Savour this one tbh and what a blast so far

rogue and doctor so far is like. rtd striking gold potentially here (i kno he didnt write this one i mean more like. in the long run. i could see fans going crazy over this Type of ship and spending sweet $$$$ on it lol).

ruby looking at this "scene" like it's a tv show………. live…….. honey u best believe in ghost stories hyper post-modern genre tv show seasons cause u are in one

cushy… wordsmiths-ing count…

"ruby: you know how i forget about a man?" with a woman? (shot)

the parallel of these guys "dishonoring" these ppl while the doc and ruby do kind of the same all the time sdkflj

mmm second time i see a triangle logo (it was there last ep on the door to the MEP area that lindsey and rickey ran into. camera held on suspiciously long on it…) (triangles…. three…. susan TRIAD???)

doctor this says you're single and available. oh another word. "very" available.

COME ON ACE WE HAVE WORK TO DO

"wow" boner dialogue

mention of gallifrey.... "i might take you one day" oh man. oh man………..

"random barren dimension" yes this is not an equivalent to a silent confinement analogue at all don't think about it too hard guys

"i lost everyone"

they're leaning on……………. oh yaz just broke a coffee mug somewhere

maybe the real enemy was fandom all along

THOSE TV SIGNALS BEAM OUT ACROSS THE STARS. TV SIGNALS. TV SIGNALS. TV ISNGALS TV

SIGNASLKDJASLKDJASKLJ1!!SKLFDJDSLKJFSDLK JF SHUT UPTJSDLFKSDJ (i die)

ok im enjoying The Concept a lot, as expected…….. but gotta say rogue does feel a bit two dimensional so far :/ (maybe even a bit cliche?) i feel jack in his first ep had more depth at first for example (bounty hunter but also lost his memory. doing amoral things but being swayed by the doctor at the end. etc). but there's time THERE'S TIME. DONT LE TME DOWN EPISODE PLEA SE. there's always a twist-

you people and your bridgetons. in my time this would all be a big ass downtown abbey reference

sad thing is this is def one episode i wont be able to watch with my homophobic parents at all oof lmao

this dialogue.... kinda thoschei acadamy years coded ngl

"tell me what your heart wants or i shall turn my back on your forever" defining 15 character dialogue……….

(commitment phobe doctor moment. my girl hastn changed at ALL) (btw intrigued by rogue's "i lost them" bc it could mean a lot right. it's the most delibarely ambiguous of pronouns dklfjsd like it could be a nonbinary character but could also be a couple characters? or maybe im reading it wrong sdlkjf)

play our games on a magnificent scale…………… games motif……….

"i thought i was interesting- but you??" exactly!!! doctor who>>>>>>>> bridgerton/all other tv shows. case made.

god i feel so stupid. i dint catch that twist at all TOT

wedding season finale. chuldur's know where it's at.

oh finally there's the scene from the trailers!!!!!!!!!

"how long do they live for?" oh he's gonna says A Thing "thats a long time to suffer" I WASN'T WRONG /GOES FERAL ( i knew the family of blood coding was leading somewhere…)

the doctor beatiing these cosplayers with his "i object" tv tropyness……….. the meta of it……… theory gang we're gonna make it yet i swear

ok yes this is sad poor ruby but like. but literally last month 14 killed/sacrificed donna w/o sm hesitation so sdklfjdsklfjsdklfj (yes im still like. HEY THAT WAS A SIGNIFICANT THING THAT HAPPENED. WHY IS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT IT.)

oh is rogue a chuldur as well? he feels too invested in the trolley problem of it all sdlkfj

im gonna say it.... i thought that resolution was kinda........ as the kids say..... weak sauce sfkdj

like oh nooo he got teleported oh noooo. like he's gonna be fine slkdfjsd didn't really hit that hard :/ should have had a proper death sacrifice thing.

"im sorry....." "....AAAANYWAY , it is what it is!!!! " my man is so broken holy shit. holy shit.

it's ok to be sad. !!!!! TOT

CONCLUSIONS!!

sdlkjf ya'll i really wanted this to harder but idk i didnt feel the depth or sensibility this called for was there tbh. but it was a blast!!! but … it missed a bit of that x factor thing. like some kind of universality to the romance w/ the rogue. i feel he was too sketched-in.... i was also a bit disappointed that ruby's friend was not her friend bc it meant her whole thing this ep of connecting to that woman was for nothing (and up until that point it was feeling very Important specially after the marti thing) (and speaking of, the chuldur's were kinda very sketched-in / surface-level as villains as well) … yeah. idk. kinda disappointing ngl (diodati > this i think). pretty fucking gay tho so that was nice.

[guardian5tiger3]

You guys guess what happened to me tonight. This is so real

FUCKING POSTED THIS AND LOOKED AND THE CLOCK SAYS 11:11

(have faith this gets deep as fuck I swear.)

So I left work and the second I walked out the door there's this older lady walking I said hey ma'am you want a cheeseburger?(free from my work I got it knowing to give it to someone. ) Well she said no she doesn't eat beef she started saying how she needed money for her hotel room and her mom is having health issues so I gave her like 30 of the 40 she needed and hugged her said I love you god loves you honey. And I know it was meant to be but I said damnit spirit pay me back!!!. Well I kept walking and somewhere I took a wrong turn but I was communicating with my guides and they said honey just keep walking were we tell you while I'm walking in the darkest goddamn area you can be in and Im like dudes I'm so lost what is this. And they said we're walking with you don't worry I said I know ok. Well I took two left turns and I said goddamnit I'm lost. Well I'm also on the verge of withdrawaling from nicotine(long story for another day) I was walking back up a street a block over but in the direction I was coming from and I just knew to talk to this dude I said hey u smoke cigarettes? He said yeah shit but I don't got none I said oh fuck I was gonna trade someone half this goddamn bacon cheeseburger for one and started heading off. He said hold up I got one Newport left😂. So we traded and both said fuck yeah fuck yeah this a good burger. And I kept on in the same direction towards this cop car. This is where it gets fucking crazy. I said hey officer I have insomnia lowkey I took a wrong turn can you tell me how to get home my phone's dead blah dah dah right. And I look and there's fucking police tape all through this street to the left of me I said oh goddamnit that's the bridge I'm supposed to walk under to get to and from work I just turn right and I'm home. A guy comes over and we start discussing what we think happened. Somebody got fucking shot there and I was supposed to be walking there about the exact same damn time that happened. Literally it would have been the same time. And the guy was nice I felt like we were meant to cross paths too. I fucked with him matter fact we walked basically the whole way back to my place together minus the last turn I was supposed to take. So I got half a cheeseburger, a Newport, and my life saved or at least I got saved from some trauma, and I made a lot of friends along the way. Thank you spirit.

[msg4andre]

Hi could you write a Steve x fem reader where they both daydream about their future and their dream life of a white picket fence life and babies running around

a/n: THIS IS SO CUTE OMGGG I’m sad that there is not enough Steve Harrington fics talking about his dream to have six kids smh

the american dream

contains: having kids, mentions of marriage

It was late into the night. You and your boyfriend Steve were sprawled out in the backseat of his car, enjoying the comfortable silence along with the natural sounds of the night each other’s arms.

you looked up from his chest when you felt Steve move. He was facing the car window, head tilted up at the sky. his big brown eyes were trained on the twinkling stars above, clearly in deep thought. “Is something wrong, steve?” you mumbled, waiting for a response. “steve?”

“Hm?”

“something wrong honey?”

Steve turned to face you, his handsome face glowing in the dim moonlight as he gave you his signature dorky grin. “just thinking about stuff.” He smiled, leaning in to give you a soft kiss on your lips. you cocked your head. “tell me what’s on your mind, Mr. Harrington.” you scooched closer to your boyfriend as his chest vibrated with soft laughter.

“Well Mrs Harrington, i just happen to be thinking about the day you become Mrs. Harrington for real,” Steve grinned. “I was thinking that after we get married, we can move out of Hawkins and start our life somewhere else. We can rent a super big house with a nice yard and lots of trees.” Steve’s brown eyes twinkled, the way he spoke of his dream life was almost surreal. it made you feel floaty and warm. Like walking on a cloud. you blushed, enveloping both your arms around his and laying your head against his shoulder. “what else?” you teased, walking your two fingers up his arm and back down. a warm pink dusted Steve’s moonlit face as he coughed, a bit awkwardly but still eager to share his plans. “W-well, I was thinking we could have…y’know….kids”

wanting to have kids did not surprise you in the slightest, yet your eyebrows went up. Steve had told you about his vision before, to get married and have a whopping six kids with you. “Steve, I love you baby but I don’t think I can do six kids!” You cackled, causing Steve to snort and begin laughing as well. “Okay, okay! How about….” He paused, stretching out the o and u in about as he spoke. “five kids?”

you gasped, putting your hand to your forehead and dramatically “fainting” in your seat. “I cannot believe this! Steve “the hair” Harrington is trying to kill his beloved girlfriend!” you giggled. Steve rolled his eyes but grinned at your antics. “okay let’s forget the kids! where would you wanna go once we get married?” You got up from your slouched position and actually gave the question some thought. You took your time until you found an answer you were satisfied with. “I don’t care, stevie. as long as I’m with you, I’m happy,” you leaned in and pressed a sweet kiss to his lips.

steve smiled into the kiss, his typical dorky grin taking over his whole face as his rough hands came up to cup your cheeks. “we’re definitely getting a dog, though.” you said in between kisses. All Steve could do was hum as he pulled you closer, basking in your warmth with his heart beating in anticipation. He really couldn’t wait for what was to come.

[osamustar]

Could we get a headcannon of Michael Myers with a fem s/o that used to be his Therapist at Smith’s Grove?? Like maybe it was Loomis’ assistant and she would have some one-on-one time with Mikey 😳 (either SFW or NSFW is good, Tysm if u decide to make it!!)

enjoy this little fic

Therapist

Sexual content

You lived with your parents. Ever since you got laid off of your job at Smith’s Grove you haven’t found yourself being able to leave the house. Your parents were too nice to kick you out, so they just watched you fall deeper and deeper into your depression. They had no clue what was wrong with you. They assumed something happened at your job that made you like this, and they were right. You lost the one thing that kept you going everyday. Michael.

“Hi, Michael, I’m your new therapist.”

Oh how you wished you never spoke those words. The amount of trouble it brought to you. The amount of heartbreak. The only feeling inside you now was emptiness. You were a hollow shell of a human. It’s been years. Hurting over the only man who could’ve stolen your heart this way. You held the firm belief that Michael was your soulmate. You refused to imagine being with another. He was the one. The only. He was out there somewhere, and you waited for the day he came home to you.

“Y/N, honey? Dinner’s ready if you’re hungry.” Your mother called from the kitchen. You were buried in your covers, stuck staring at the blank wall. “Coming…” You sighed, knowing she couldn’t hear you. You threw the covers off of you, bringing your legs to the edge of the bed, staring at your feet. Your ankle had a small makeshift bracelet around it. You took in a deep breath, closing your eyes.

“Michael it’s gorgeous…” You smiled up at the stoic man as you held the bracelet he made for you. “I can’t wear this on my wrist because it’s a hazard, but I’ll wear it on my ankle. No one will know it’s there but me and you.” You kneeled down, pulling up your pants, and tying it around your ankle. Michael stared quietly, showing no emotion. “There! I’ve always wanted an anklet…” You sighed, wiggling your foot around, watching it dangle. It was a piece of leather rope, with beads on it, the letter M right in the middle of them. Michael’s way of subtly claiming you.

You pulled yourself out of bed, trudging your way downstairs. Your father laid on his recliner in the living room, watching his usual sports channel. His snores so loud you could hear him down the street. “Hey, sweetie. I went ahead and made you a plate over there.” Your mother waved towards the table, where a plate full of food laid. You doubted you would even finish it all, hell a few bites was good for you. “Thanks, Mom…” You gave her a quick smile before turning away from her, going back to a frown. You sat down, staring at the food. You felt like you’d gag if you even took a bite. You knew you had to eat, you haven’t eaten at all today.

“Eat before it gets cold, Y/N! Gosh— I left the burner on!” Your mother was quite clumsy and oblivious. She knew how to make a meal, but it was no five star. Last time she tried making something new she burned the flooring, and your father had to go to the hospital with first degree burns on his hand. Now there was a large black spot in the middle of the kitchen. Father tried buffing it out but it just made it look worse. Now it looked like the floor was caving in. It went along with the rest of the house honestly. Cracks scattered the walls and ceilings, some nails popping out from the boards behind the paint. Water damage in many places, and stains in the carpet. You knew they didn’t have the money to fix any of it, but it felt normal. This was home.

Something moved in the window from the corner of your eye, taking your interest. You whipped your head towards the motion, curious. “I think somethings outside, I’m gonna go check it out.” You told your Mother, keeping your eyes on the window as you grabbed a coat, making your way to the door. “Honey it’s probably just those ‘coons again. Don’t worry ‘bout ‘em.” “Well then I’ll go scare them away…” You mumbled, slipping your arms through your coat, swinging the door open. The cool breeze smacked you in the face like a ton of bricks. You were surprised it wasn’t snowing from how cold it was.

You quickly closed the door behind you before your Father woke up screaming about it. You exhaled, a cloudy fog expelling into the air in front of you. You looked around the sides of the house, seeing nothing. A loud crunch filled your ears from behind you. Fear took over your entire body, making you freeze up. You slowly turned your head, white filling up the corner of your eye. Your breath hitched, a familiar smell suffocating you. You quickly turned all the way around, backing away from the mystery.

In front of you stood a tall man, about 6’3, broad shoulders, wearing blue coveralls and a white Captain Kirk mask. The two of you stood in silence, staring at each other. You were trembling from the cold, your coat not doing much. You let out a short laugh, pursing your lips. “Nice trick buddy… You’re lucky I came out and not my Father.” You chuckled, walking past him to the door. He turned around to face you, not saying a word. He smelled so comforting, but you paid no mind to it. “Uh… Have a good night…” You smiled, waving a bit as you opened the door, walking inside. He didn’t speak a word, only staring as you closed the door.

“What was it?” Your mother questioned, standing in the doorway of the kitchen. “Just some guy messing with me again…” You sighed, beginning to make your way up the stairs. “Y/N you didn’t touch your fo—“ “I’m not hungry.” You interrupted her quickly, slightly annoyed. You sped to your room, shutting the door behind you. You took in a shaky breath, your lips squeezing together as they quivered. Your back pressed against the door, sliding down until you hit the ground. Your fingers tangled themselves in your hair. You pressed your forehead against your knees, bursting into tears.

“I love you, Michael Audrey Myers.” You whispered, fingers brushing across his forehead, pushing his sweaty curls away from his face. His eyes flicked from your lips to your eyes, locking with them. The two of you laid on the couch in your office, naked. You pressed your lips to his, cupping his cheek. His hand ran up your thigh, his fingers tracing along your skin. Michael just took you in the roughest way possible, just how you liked it. Michael was a quiet, mysterious man, but you knew exactly how to read his every thought.

Michael had never spoken to you, but you knew he loved you. It showed in his actions. You even knew he’d kill for you. You see it in his eyes when he sees you with other men. You were his, and you knew it. You’ve been Michael’s therapist for several years, and only recently has he started to be more touchy. He was hesitant, but now he can’t get enough. He was touch starved, and as much as he’d hate to admit it, you were the solution. Michael moved his hands to his sides as you pulled away from the kiss. You sat up, reaching to grab your clothes. Michael stared at your body, watching each muscle move underneath your skin. Time was up. Michael had to get dressed and go to his group therapy with you as if nothing had happened.

Making love with Michael would be just plain fucking to other people. Michael wasn’t soft and sweet, he was violent. And you missed it. You wanted to feel his hand wrapped around your throat while his dick slammed into you. You wanted to feel his aggressive love again. You wanted to be connected with him again. As much as you missed the more intimate moments, you missed Michael’s sweet moments the most.

You sat with Michael in front of the window, watching the clouds. It was a daily routine. Watch the clouds, and point out shapes to Michael. If there were no clouds you’d still stare out with him, and admire nature’s beauty. It was something he looked forward to each day, it calmed him down. You laid your head on Michael’s shoulder, sighing, “I’ll get you out of here. Then we can actually go outside and watch the clouds.” Michael knew that wasn’t going to happen. If anything he’d be the one getting himself out. He placed his hand over yours, squeezing it gently. He laid his head on top of yours, letting out a deep breath.

“Fuck…” You whispered, wiping your tears away. You crawled along the floor to your bed, pulling yourself up onto it. You laid on your back, staring up at the ceiling. Your nights were filled with memories of Michael. After all of these years he was the only thing you could think about still. You remained loyal, only wanting him. You sniffled, feeling empty. You had cried all you could.

“Let me go! I can stop him! Please!” You cried, tugging your arms from the two guards dragging you down the hallway. Michael had escaped his cell, and was on a killing spree, killing everyone who got in his way. They had you evacuate the building, and took you away in a police car. That was the last day you saw Michael. It all happened so quick you could barely barely processed what had happened. All you wanted to do was jump out of the car and run back. You knew he was looking for you, and he wouldn’t stop hacking away until he did. “I could’ve stopped him.” You told the policeman driving the car. “Ma’am I understand, but it was Doctor’s orders to get everyone out of the building.” “Fuck Loomis, he doesn’t know shit…” You mumbled, fighting the tears brimming your eyes.

Michael had a soul behind those eyes. He was human, even if Loomis said otherwise. He was kind. He wasn’t just a stone cold killer. He had a heart. A small one, but it held so much love. Love he harbored for you. You slowly fell asleep to your thoughts, being swept away by your dreams.

You woke up freezing cold, sun gleaming right in your eyes. You groaned, rolling over, pulling your blanket over your head. A gentle knock sounded at your door, “honey, that man you were talking about is in the backyard…” Your mother sounded scared. You sighed, sitting up, “I’ll go take care of it.” You replied, rubbing your eyes. “Oh please hurry, he’s frightening!” “Yes, Mother, I know.” You groaned, wrapping your robe around you. You opened the door, walking past your Mom downstairs.

The man was still in the backyard to no surprise. However, he was sprawled out on the ground, staring at the sky. You stared out of the window with a weird look, “what a weirdo…” You mumbled, grabbing the doorknob, and twisting it, letting yourself outside. “Hey man, you’re kinda trespassing.” You chuckled, closing the door. He didn’t respond. “Look, it’s fucking freezing out here and I don’t wanna be out here. Could you please just go home?” You sighed, hugging yourself for warmth. Still no response.

You narrowed your eyes at him, grabbing a nearby shovel, walking over to him. “I said leave.” You hissed, holding the shovel up. Michael turned to face you, the sun shining through the eye holes of his mask. Your eyes widened, dropping the shovel. You could recognize those eyes anywhere. “Michael..?” You whispered, dropping to your knees, hesitantly reaching for his mask. He made no movement, signaling that it was okay to take it off. You were in complete disbelief. You about ripped it from his face, throwing it beside him. It was him. The same handsome face you knew. You had no clue why one of his eyes had gone white, but you weren’t going to question it now.

You laughed, tearing up. “I thought you were gone for good… I never thought you’d be able to find me.” You whispered, caressing his face. Michael grabbed your hand, bringing it to his lips, kissing your fingers. You giggled, smiling down at him. He pulled you down on top of him, looking back up at the clouds. You rolled over, laying on your back, your head on his shoulder, his arm wrapped around you. “Look, that one looks like a fox.” You pointed up at a weirdly shaped cloud.

It seemed unreal that he was right beside you. It felt like a dream, but it was real. He was actually there, and things continued on as if you two had never been separated. You had reason to keep going.

[bluehourbucky]

It's the thought that counts

pairing: chubbybaker!bucky x reader

summary: making breakfast goes wrong

tw: talks of food other than that nothing (if you dont count horrible cringey writting)

~ gender neutral reader and no description of the reader ~

a/n: this is only my second time writting so i hope this goes well. also my love for chubby!bucky was ignited by none other than @ofstarsandvibranium (prev. as propertyofpoeandbucky) their fics just always made me smile so i wanted to try it out myself tho my bucky won't ever be as awesome as theirs but oh well. sorry if this is something a lot of people have done or if u seen another one of these i got inspired by me being dumb the other day 🙃

my first writting for @babyboibucky 's challange Comfort Crowd

MAIN MASTERLIST

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Sunday wasn't always your favorite day but ever since you started dating Bucky, every sunday suddenly was like a christmas morning.

Bucky is not an ordinary man, he is in your opinion the best man that ever existed. Not only is he stupidly handsome he is also the biggest sweetheart, never had you met anyone like him.

Along with that he was also a baker and how else do you win someone over but with incredible sweets.

Being a baker and all he usually woke up early and was the first one to get up even on weekends, so naturally he would make breakfast for both of you every sunday. That's what made sundays so special; breakfast with Bucky made by Bucky with his amazing skills.

However today you wanted to surprise him so you turned on the alarm to wake up earlier to prepare breakfast;

There were two problems about this one: you don't even know how to cook and two: how do you leave the warmth of your bed provided by Bucky of course.

You had no idea how he managed to get up every morning as you somehow always manage to sleep a top of his big soft and most important of all warm body.

Right now though you are spooning,(you as the little spoon) he has his hands wrapped around you and his head is just a bit above yours, you feel his soft breath on top of your head. With how comfortable and happy you felt you snuggled deeper into him debating if getting up was even worth it.

After you finally decided that suprsing Bucky is worth getting up for you wiggle out of his grasp as quietly as you can.

Taking the phone from the nightstand you make your way into the kitchen. Alpine was of course on her feet as soon as she heard someone in the kitchen so now you had company.

So what could you make that's simple and doesn't require any knowledge- you of course google it and it seems like eggs are the most popular easy breakfast. Although that's what google says you decide to actually make pancakes since Bucky likes his breakfast sweet.

Luckyly for you Bucky had the same idea and there was a pancake mix prepared you should just cook them- should be easy enough...

You turn on the stove put some oil on the pan and put it on the stove. First few pancakes kind of stick and look burned even Alpine walked away when she saw it wasn't edible.

After a while the pancakes started to look well like pancakes.

At one point you realized you forgot to go to the bathroom when you woke up so you had to pee.

It won't take long you thought as you made your way to the bathroom leaving behind the pancakes.

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Bucky smelled smoke? Buckys eyes jerked open when he realized he actually did smell smoke from somewhere in the house. He quickly got up and ran to the kitchen and at that moment the fire alarm went off.

Bucky was looking at a flame and his first thought was where were you, he needed to get you out of here. Right then you ran in and he hugged you thightly whisppering how glad he was you were okay.

" Oh my god I'm so sorry Bucky I trie-" Bucky shushed you and pulled you out of the kitchen taking Alpine with him too.

Once you were out of the building with bunch of other people from the complex you looked up at Bucky.

"You okay honey?" Bucky asked you with such a soft voice that you could almost melt.

"I'm fine sorry I scared you. Are you okay?" you asked with concern to which he replied with a nod and a peck to your forehead.

Not long has passed and the firemen came and took care of the fire, told you not much was burned just the stove and few cabinets but other than that your place was fine, which you were thankful for.

"So what the fireman said the cloth catching in fire is it true?" Bucky asked teasingly with raised brow.

You blushed under his gaze.

"Uh maybe?" He let out a chuckle at your answer that sounder more like a question.

"What were you doing in the kitchen you know it's off limits right?"

"I'm sorry I just wanted to surprise you with breakfast since you always make breakfast and then I had to pee and well we're here now." you sighed sadly.

"Honey; It's okay it was an accident and thank you for that, you know what they say it's the thought that counts. What you should be apologising for is the fact you're standing in the middle of the street only in my shirt showing off those pretty legs." He smirks and checks you out first and then people around to see if they're looking over.

"To be fair you got no reason to be jelaous of I did almost burn down a whole building for you."

"That is true, however now I can't make breakfast so we have to eat out but not before you put some clothes on. I am getting hungry what about you?"

Before you could answer Alpine mews in agrement and you both laugh.

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<the end thank you for reading>

[doopy-n-loopy]

Yan!TF2 × reader headcannons (SFW and NSFW)

// obsessive tendancies, mentions of violence, blood, sexual themes, noncon

[SFW]

Let's start with the defense classes

Defense:

Demoman

Deffo didn't admit that he loved you

Tbh he probably blamed it on his drunkenness

But dude you're always drunk

I mean seriously if he sobers up he'll genuinely die so like-

He would usually drink with you or just around you if you don't drink

He's generally a fun chill guy to be with

He would watch you from a distance at times, especially during battle you might distract the cyclops

He's okay with you asking questions

One time he broke his eyepatch and needed a new one

You gave him a nice black eyepatch with the demoman emblem on it

He gets all red whenever you say his full name, because he knows you remembered it

He is generally against kidnapping, I mean especially since he lives with his ma he'd rather not

And because he's a gentleman

If you ever reciprocate his feelings he'll make sure to treat you right

He is a messy person but for you? He'll clean

Probably would get carried away and make home made bombs with all the cleaning supplies 🤦‍♂️

Takes you to meet his mom

"ooo Tavish, yer gonna get me some grand kiddos are ya?"

That made you both blush like crazy

Soft cheek kisses

Probably made a special bomb and named it after you

"this one's for you, luv!" *Proceeds to set off all stickybombs which blows up the entire enemy team*

Blew up the last guy who looked at you funny

Hell, even worse when they make a sexual remark to you scout probably did it

Likes to give you your space but when he's paranoid he follows you to wherever or watched you from a distance

Heavy

Two words: big boy

Hugs are 10000000000/10

Sometimes it fewls suffocating but man it's like hugging a cloud

Soft forehead kisses

Russian pet names

He sometimes lets you touch Sasha, that's how he knows he loves you because he doesn't even let medic, his best friend, touch her

Probably named a gun after you or one of the pet names he calls you

You definitely met his family and they loved you

Zana especially

Doesn't get jealous easily but will not hesitate to unload 12 pounds of bullets into someone who even LOOKS at you the wrong way

Lord have mercy on the ones who dare flirt with you, rest in pieces scout

Doesn't really follow you anywhere (you're a bit too fast for him) but he does watch you and check up on you

He preforms okay on the battlefield but when you're around, he'll show off

Will cook for you, mainly russian dishes

He's very against kidnapping and would rather not do it

Doesn't shut up about you when he's around medic

Engineer

F l u f f y

Very softspoken in general but he gets all flustered when you talk to him

Will check up on you occasionally

"Darlin'" "Honey bunny" things like that y'know

Huge smile when you're around

Will cook for you most definitely, knows what you like

Makes little robots for you

Likes seeing you use his dispenser

Doesn't get jealous easily either but will try and take you away from someone who wants your attention

Likes just having you in his presence, doesn't need to talk to be happy with you around

Very very against kidnapping like all other defense classes, wouldn't do it unless if he truly felt the need to, last resort kind of thing

The last guy who flirted with you had a sentry gun shoved up his ass

Doesn't really follow you anywhere

Offense:

Scout

Nothing short of a horomonal teenager

I mean he's 21 but

He gets so giddy around you, very loud, tries to show off

He loves you very much

"oh yeah? Well I once absolutely smashed a guy into peices, he was still screaming when he was dead!"

He brags about brutal things but hey you love it since you're also brutal

Flexes his non-existent muscles around you

Would talk about his mom to you all day

Definitely got a tattoo of your face and name somewhere on his body, most likely his bicep

Your name is probably misspelled too but you never say anything about it because he can't read so it's fine

He hasn't really thought about kidnapping in all honesty, again, a last resort kinda thing if he can't get you to love him

He will make a damn SCENE if anyone flirts with you

"you think that's funny, chucklenuts? I eat guys like you for breakfast lunch AND dinner!" "I'll blow yer freakin head off if ya talk to y/n like that again!" Would definitely drag you away

God help anyone that makes you uncomfortable, he'll fuck them up, if that person is medic I mean he'll try to but we all know how fucking scary medic is

Follows you at times

Pyro

"Mphmphmpph"

Seems more lovey around you

Definitely gave you a hand full of the enemy's bloody bones thinking it was a bouquet of flowers

Absolute baby

Just so precious, scary but precious

Hugs for days

Good luck trying to get their ass off of you when you're on cease-fire

Very warm though, they smell like smoke with a bit of blood

Likes petting you

Isn't against the idea of kidnap because they don't realize what they're actually doing, they think they're just taking you to a magical place

Snuggles

When someone flirts with you their whole world changes

Gets angry and starts yelling at them

"MPHMPHMOHMPHHH! MPHMPHNHUMAHUMA!" - Pyro 2021

Will not let you get a checkup alone, he trusts medic but not with you

Very sweet tho, he'll turn around when you need to strip down

Will follow you almost EVERYWHERE and if they can, while holding your hand

Soldier

Yells at you a little less than the others

At first doesn't realize how he feels but then realizes that he loves you

Is pretty protective over you

Rants about America all day to you

Probably got you an american flag to wear

Doesn't really take off his helmet but he likes seeing you in it, makes him proud

If you ever live with him you'll find out that he owns like 20 racoons

"YOU ARE CUTER THAN A RACOON" "YOU WILL BE SAFE ON THE BATTLEFIELD, DO YOU HEAR ME MAGGOT?"

He loudly wakes everyone up in the morning but tries to avoid waking you up

Loves you as much as he loves America

Will show off on the battlefield for you

Isn't against kidnapping you, he probably did it early on if you showed immediately that you didn't reciprocate his feelings

Will blow any guy that hits on you to absolute bits

"MAGGOT DO YOU HEAR ME? YOU WILL LEAVE THE LADY/MAN ALONE THIS INSTANT!"

Probably put you on his back and rocket jumped just to show you what it felt like

Follows you around a lot, it's really obvious because he wears a bucket over his head and crashes into things, when you look back he'll stand behind a lamp post or somewhere really obvious

Support

Ah yes, everyones favorite class including mine

Sniper

Very quiet

Takes secret glances at you

Pays more attention to you than the others

S h y

Asks how you are, how you slept, etc

Doesn't really need to be holding you, tbh he's against PDA

But he likes being in your presence

Just sit down next to him and he'll be fine

When he's on the battlefield, he'll look for you and make sure you're safe

God forbid anyone try to hurt you, he'll make them suffer

Talks about Australia to you and accidentally admitted that he wanted to take you there

Doesn't like the idea of kidnapping but he isn't totally against it, I can see him doing it

He smuggled you all the damn way to Australia

He'll nonchalantly show off to you on the battlefield, he'll let you get cornered and come in to save the day

"love" is a word he uses a lot with you

Will grumble to himself if he sees someone flirting with you

If it's a random person, well, that'll be the last time you ever see them

Has talked about you to his parents

Kind of follows you? I mean he sits atop a high placeand watches you through his scope whenever you're going somewhere

Spy

SEDUCTIVE ASF

He knows what he's doing

Will kiss your hand a lot

Likes to flirt with you and see you blush

"honhonhon"

Sleazy french fucker

Watched you from afar at first then approached you a little later

Isn't against the idea of kidnapping, pro kidnapping, definitely did it not only to have you to himself but for some sort of sexual satisfaction

Just very uh... Lewd? Can't find the right word

He treats you very respectfully though

If he hears anyone else flirting with you he'll be fuming but won't show it

"Oh please, like you could EVER satisfy y/n's desires"

That person mysteriously disappeared that night

Very cocky bastard

Definetly follows you home, not only that but he watches you through your window

And stalks you

He knows everything about you

Would get you either by knocking you unconscious or by blackmailing you

Medic

B a s t a r d

Gets LOUD when you're around

And giddy

Very touchy, always has a reason to put his hands on you

Talks a lot with you around, I mean he already talks a lot but now he won't shut up

Keeps his office nice and clean for you

He restocks on everything so when you come around you can take a loot at all his medicines

Big smile :D

Like spy he is not at all against kidnapping you

Makes sure you're comfortable during checkups

Will make you wait to be seen last just so he can take his time touching your body

"it's all part of the procedure".mp3

Compliments you in weird ways, ex: "your skin is so smooth and lovely, it's the perfect texture to make leather out of" "you have an amazing colon"

Look he's just trying his best here he has a screw loose

You're the only member who he's careful with really

Sometimes allows you to get hurt or has you get hurt by something just so you can see him

Always follows you wherever

Knows everything about you

If someone is flirting with you, he'll get quiet at first and use a low tone to speak to them

"you have guts talking to y/n like that"

They were never seen again

With kidnapping, he won't hesitate to use blackmail against you, or will just use anesthesia

Bonus: Pauling

Pauling

This lady values her work over her life, but to her you're so much more important

Will call you a lot on the battlefield to check in on you

Won't give you extremely hard missons to do because she doesn't want you to get hurt

"Hey (class), Pauling here. I need you... No not like that I just- I mean- for a mission yeah a mission"

Gets all flustered when you're around

Will take her only day off to spend time with you, what a sweetheart

Keeps multiple tabs on you

Follows you around

Doesn't really have time for kidnapping

But if it comes to that, she'll make something up so she has a reason to kidnap you

If anyone else is flirting with you she won't show that she's annoyed

She'll make something up as an excuse to execute them

[NSFW]

Defense

Demo

Has definitely thought of what you'd look like while naked

B l u s h

Has used a mental image of you to get off before

Probably has an actual photo of you

When he drinks a little more than usual, he'll accidentally brush his hand against your ass or get touchy with you

Will not force himself on you, he's 100% against that

If you decide to have sex with him, praise is what you're gonna get

"you're as beautiful as a shot of whiskey in the sunrise"

Very gentle with his hands

Heavy

Not the type to masturbate

Unless if he gets THAT worked up

Again, against forcing himself on you

But if you want it no doubt you will top

He's also gentle with you

And loving

Praise is all you're gonna get

Sometimes russian sometimes broken english

Either way he will worship your body

Engi

Again, a more modest guy, doesn't really touch himself

Might just use a robot to pleasure himself when thinking about you

Probably has a photo of you and him around his workshop

Never forces himself on you

He's sweet and gentle when you do want it though

Sometimes gets help from his robot friends

Offense

Scout

Gets off on thinking about you

Won't force himself on you though

Sexual remarks × 100

Calls you handsome/beautiful in bed

I wouldn't say he's the best in bed but hey he's good I guess

Cuddles after sex most likely

Probablh threw out all his sexual magazines because they just didn't do the trick anymore

Sometimes when he runs past you, your shirt/skirt gets lifted up by a gust of wind and he can't help but look ( ͡◉ ͜ ʖ ͡◉)

Since I hit the text limit, I'll be making a part 2, stay tuned

[standbyu-03]

Sober or Drunk ?

Summary : You don’t want to go to the bar ‘cause it’s too noisy. This time - after a long time you haven’t gone there, you meet a handsome guy - Billy

Pairing : Billy Russo x reader

Word count : 1043

A/N : I will have part 2 for this one with some smut 🤭

MASTERLIST

Pic not mine

It’s Saturday night. After a long long week, your colleague suggested going somewhere to relax. ‘Cause you hate bar - where is too noisy for u, so your friends pick a pub near your company all the time. Now they all wanted to go to the bar.

“Please,y/n. Let’s go to The Dawn with us. We have gone to Prague ( pub name ) like forever. Pleaseee.” They made the puppy eyes - which you can’t say no to.

“Fine. I will go with you guys this time.”

“Yay”. They all shouted

“But there’s no Jack in The Dawn. No one will know exactly what I want.” You said sadly.

“We got this babe. We can pick u some bartender, tell him you can’t drink alcohol. And made you some nice drinks. That’s easy. Let’s go.” They grabbed your hands.

Then you and your friends took a cab to go there.

When you came into the bar, it’s better than you think. The lights didn’t flicker too much. And you kinda like being here ‘cause the vibes were good, there wasn’t dark and the music’s easy to listen, not so loud.

After calling some drinks, your friends led u to the bartender, they said

“Hey,...Thomas *read the name tag*. Here is my friend y/n. She can’t drink any alcohol. So can you please make her sth sweet and yummy to drink?”

“Sure. No problem.” - He answers quickly.

“As I remember that you don’t like to dance, right ?”

You nod slightly. “ Don’t know HOW to dance, exactly.”

Your friend said, “Can you babysit this girl, Thomas ?”. They all laughed.

“That’s OK.” He giggles

After you glared at them, they picked their drink quickly and went to the dance floor.

You sit here, tried to make a conversation with Thomas - who turned out to be a cutie guy. You both chat and made friends easily. He made you a yummy apple juice - which has a yellow color.

“Now you can’t be embarrassed to sit here and just drink juice. Apple juice has a yellow color which is the same as whisky. You like it ?”

“I love it. Thanks a lot for your caring.” You answered sweetly.

Probably see you sit here alone, some dudes come close, try to make some move. A guy just laid a hand on your shoulder.

Without turning around, you say clearly

“I’m not drunk. Walk away, sir.”

It’s incredible. Just by that, some dudes already walked away from u. Thomas couldn’t stop laughing :

“You’re quite tough, girl. And sir? He must be younger than you. “

“I don’t care. They’re probably just want to make friends, or want to take me to their bed. No no not today.” You said certainly.

Thomas couldn’t stop himself from laughing.

After 30’ another man came to the bar table and sat next to you.

You turn your face to the right, look at him.

Hmm, a handsome guy!

“A whiskey, please.”

And he took a look at your drink and said

“I guess we have something in common.”

“Haha, maybe.”

He was confused “What’s wrong ?”

And he raised his eyebrow, just like asking Thomas for an answer.

“I made sth special for her. You wanna take a sip ?” He said and took another cup for this man.

“Apple juice. Are you kidding me?” The man said

You laugh, “ Yeah. My favorite. You don’t like it ?”

“Just can't believe someone come to a bar to drink a juice. Go to some “safe and sound” place like Starbuck or maybe Juicy!”. He smirks.

“Does it offend your tastes? Btw, I don't care. I don’t need you to like my drink. Drink yours.” You barked

He became silent. After some minutes he said :

“Stomach issue, right ?”

“Yeah. How can you know ?”

“I used to get some damn pain because of that.”

“Hm, now you know.”

Ha, you know that. So don’t be a jerk, man.

“I’m Billy, btw.”

“I’m y/n.”

After a while, he stood up, and he came close to you, reached his hand like waiting for you to hold it. “ Do you want to take a dance with me, honey ?”

“Don’t honey me. And by the way, I don’t know how to dance.”

“Let me show you.” Then he grabbed your hand, led you to the dance floor before you could deny it.

Oh my apple juice, I haven’t finished.

He took your hands, taught you some basic and simple moves. You didn’t know why you let your guard off when you’re around with him. Maybe he made you feel comfortable.

Then you let loose, and you both move and be closer to others .

You felt your cheeks get warmer.

“See. It’s easy.” He smiled.

This man is gorgeousss.

It’s quite fun, to be honest. You should have listened to your friends for a long time, they have begged u to come here a hundred times.

You didn't drink a drop of alcohol but you felt extremely happy and crazy... you guess it’s might be the music or maybe Billy made u have this fun.

Then he whispered to your ear “Wanna get out of here. I know you don’t like being here.”

You quickly turned around

“No, I just loved being in here.”

Then u saw sth dark and twisted in his eyes

“Don’t think you can take me to your bed this easy. I’m sober, not drunk - to be clear.”

“Oh, I know that, my dear. I just accidentally know exactly where you want to go.”

“Tell me.”

“Shooting range.”

“Wow, you surprise me again. How do you know ?”

“Ez. Cause you just spent at least 45’ watching an action movie on Thomas’s screen.”

“Smart.” You said

Then he again took your hand, led you to come with him.

You didn’t think a lot. Maybe you would be scare of him or think about maybe he can fool you to take u to any place. But you didn’t give a shit about this at all. You kept following him and let him take u to wherever he said. All you can do now is hope that he might be a good guy.

Part 2

[fuwushiguro]

@nomadmilk​ thank you sooooo much for the congrats gorg!! sorry its taken so long to write this, but welcome to bunny life!! hope u have a fantastic shift and enjoy ur time with hawks (he’s super popular at these things!!)

This is part of my Playboy Mansion event which is now closed.

Hawks x f!reader

Genre: smut

Warnings: 18+, consensual sex, mentions of alcohol, oral (male receiving), fingering, mentions of cum, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, car sex, daddy kink, praise kink, degradation.

Words: 2k

The party was in full swing. Everyone was chatting, laughing, dancing, generally having a great time. So why were you so bored? This is your latest in a long line of Playboy parties. They’re fun, of course they’re fun. That’s why so many people come to attend these things after all. It’s such an exclusive event, invite only and only those in the know get the special pink envelope in the post every time the function comes around. But it’s the same every time, it’s the same smiling, happy faces dancing and drinking every single time. You were bored.

You needed some excitement.

You got more than you bargained for when a trio of bunnies approached you. They cat walked over to you, one slightly in front of the others. These particular bunnies are a group of girls you haven’t really taken the time to get to know. You say hello in passing, but nothing more past that. They looked like they meant business, like they had something to tell you about.

“You do work here, yes?” the leader questioned you. You quirked an eyebrow. Was the outfit not enough of a giveaway? Or the fact you see her almost daily since you both live here. You just nodded, simply. Not sure you’d be able to keep your attitude in check if you actually spoke. “So why are you just sitting here? Work the room, get drinks for the guests.” she commanded. You scoffed.

“Sure.” you replied as you stood to your feet. Before you could get back to work, she grabbed you harshly by the wrist. “Let go of me.” you yelped as you attempted to free yourself from her hold.

“What’s wrong with your fucking face? This is a party. You have the best job in the world, seem a little happy about it.” she scolded as she got in your face. Just as you were about to use your free hand to slap her across her stupid smug face, a third party intervened and snatched her away from you.

“Behave little bunny.” he spoke. Her features instantly transformed from furious to flirtatious.

It was Keigo Takami. You’d seen him around before, but never spoke to him. You’d never been this close to him. Most of the bunnies had a soft spot for Keigo, and it wasn’t hard to see why. He was pretty. A pretty blonde stranger with a splash of mystery. What wasn’t to like? He was a big flirt too; you’d heard several stories exchanged of him from the other girls. He’d fucked quite a few of them, even though it was against the rules.

“Keigo!” she began excitedly, “nice to see you again baby… You wanna go somewhere?” she asked him. He looked over to you, but you paid him no mind. You picked up your cocktail tray and wandered off towards the bar.

“Not tonight.” he simply stated as he followed you.

He tapped your right shoulder and you immediately looked to see who it was, when you didn’t immediately see him you turned to your left to see him smiling. He clearly thought it was amusing, but you were in no mood. You gave him a half hearted smile as you reached the bar, you set your tray down and waited for the bar staff to fill it up with drinks for you to carry.

“Tough night?” Keigo questioned. You nodded.

“Apparently your girlfriend doesn’t like me too much.” you responded. He shook his head, immediately denying the accusing tone to your voice. Keigo doesn’t do girlfriends. Before he lets you pick up your serving tray, he rests his heavy hand on it preventing you from lifting.

“Apologies if this comes off a little forward or… you know… inappropriate,” he began, “but do you wanna come and take a breather in my car with me?”

You knew what he was doing. It wasn’t as smooth of a line as he thought it was. But he was staring into your eyes, you were staring back into the pretty pools of honey that were fixated on you. Your hand was on his as you had placed it there when you initially wanted your tray back. It was silly that you were even contemplating it, but the overwhelming adrenaline from the bitch bunny’s confrontation had your train of thought all over the place. You couldn’t think straight. You couldn’t think what a good and bad idea was. You just wanted some air, you wanted to be out of here. So, you held his gaze and parted your lips.

“Yes.”

☆ ☆ ☆

You left together, and no one seemed to notice. There were so many guests and a large selection of bunny girls, who would care if two people went missing? He opened the passenger side door for you. So chivalrous. You thought to yourself. When he began driving, he put a hand onto your headrest. His face was a little too close to yours as he reversed, he poked his tongue out as he was concentrating. You felt the blood fill your face, warming your cheeks from slight embarrassment. You did your best to turn away and regain your composure. The little act didn’t go unnoticed, Keigo looked at you and smiled.

“Are you nervous?” he queried.

“A little.” you confessed.

He began driving around the back of the mansion. There were so many acres to the yard, only a small fraction was used by the guests for these parties. But still, you’re fairly sure people aren’t meant to drive on the perfectly mowed grass.

“I don’t think you should be doing this.” you told him, but he didn’t stop. Plunging further and further into the darkness of the unlit field.

“Don’t worry babe, me and your boss go back.” he told you. The pet name making you dizzy.

The car came to a stop. Silence. You knew what was about to happen. He knew what was about to happen. But the tension in the air was immeasurable. It was a waiting game to see who’d make the first move. You could barely look in his direction. The tense atmosphere could be cut with a knife.

☆ ☆ ☆

“Good girl…” he cooed. Your throat accommodating seven inches of his fat veiny cock. Your eyes watered, but you didn’t care. His hand rested delicately on the crown of your head while you went at your own pace.

You sloshed your tongue around his erection, stimulating each vein as you bobbed up and down.

“Such a good fucking bunny, aren’t you? My little cock slut.” he praised.

You felt shame that you were just another bunny on his ever growing list of conquests, but in this moment with his cock head nudging your tonsils, you’re finding it difficult to care. When you lifted your head, he wrapped a fist around the base of his shaft and started jerking himself off. He forced your head back to his cock, you let him fill your wet cavern with his tip. You knew he was close, his moaning was like music to your ears.

“Hnng. – fuck – fucking hell sweetheart I’m gonna fucking cum.” he announced. You hummed approvingly. “Gonna take it all aren’t you? Take all of my fucking cum you – jesus fuck - you little slutty bunny, take daddy’s cum.” he pumped his cock a couple of more times before spilling into you with a needy high pitch whine. Thick white ropes filled into your mouth and you swallowed almost instantly.

“Thank you.” you smiled sweetly, showing him the lack of cum in your mouth. He was still heaving from his orgasm. There was a sheen layer of sweat clinging to his skin, little beads dripping down his forehead.

“Fuckin’ hell sweetheart.” he spoke, it sounded like more praise. Like he was impressed with you. The thought of making him proud went straight to your aching cunt. He took a few more moments to settle himself down and regain his composure. When his breathing steadied, he grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you onto his lap. He kissed you deeply while you positioned yourself to straddle him on the driver’s seat. He slowly unbuttoned the bottom of your corset, revealing your lacy black panties that resided underneath. He pushed them to the side and ran a single digit up the length of your slit. The feeling made you shudder and collapse your body onto his.

His cock was back to full mast, he used the tip head to explore your folds before plunging into you.

“Hnng… Daddy…” you mewled, earning a scoff from the blonde.

“You’re like that huh? A slut for daddy like that? Get yourself off,” he commanded, “Go on, get yourself off on daddy’s cock.”

You descended onto his length and he sat snugly at your cervix. You wrapped your arms around his neck to steady yourself. He pulled down the front of your corset, wanting to watch your tits bounce as you used him to get off. He used his tongue to dance over your left nipple and a free hand to roll your right one between his finger and thumb. The occasional pinch forcing you to clench around him. You were bouncing on him, taking him so well. He took a moment to look at your face, admiring the way your eyes scrunched and lips pouted as little ‘ooo’ sounds escaped.

“That’s it baby girl, just like that.” he smiled. The sweet pet name was enough incentive to make you pick up the pace. Raising higher and sinking lower on his fat cock, each vein hitting every sweet spot inside of you. You could feel the car rocking. But you didn’t care. No one would know, no one could see, no one could hear.

“D-daddy, oh! Oh daddy! Fuck!” you cried.

“Yeah babe, just like that. Juuuuust like that baby. Fuck you’re such a good slut for daddy aren’t you?” he told you. His fingers dug into the supple flesh of your hips, and you’re sure tomorrow they’ll turn into beautiful blue blooms to remind you of who you belonged to tonight. He started meeting your motions, thrusting up inside you and hitting deeper than you could by yourself.

“Hnng. Keigo! Gonna, gonna cum daddy!” you practically shouted, the feeling of the coil within you coming undone. He couldn’t respond, he had reached his peak for the second time and was soiling your insides. But you didn’t stop, he didn’t stop either. He wanted to fuck his seed further into you, his bruising thrusts were relentless.

“Good girl, you can do it. Doing such a good job f’me.” he told you.

Within seconds he felt your cunt clamp him in, he didn’t think he had anything more to give you but the feeling of your glorious snatch trapping him unravelled him once again. Depositing more of his load into your tight pussy. You collapsed on him once again, moaning into his ear as you came around his cock. You moved your body back slightly to look at him, kissing him deeply. Your tongue massaging his as you carried on panting into each other. You carried on warming his cock, but parted your bodies slightly so you could calm down. He looked down at where the two of you were connected and snickered.

“What a pretty little mess you made.” he commented. When you looked there was a mixture of his cum and your slick stuck to his trousers. You looked at him, innocently batting your lashes.

You had officially made the list of bunnies that Keigo had fucked. But you had a feeling you’d be on an even more exclusive list of bunnies that Keigo wants to fuck more than once.

© 2021 fuwushiguro

I hope you enjoyed your shift as a playboy bunny!! Thanks so much for taking part in this event I hope this was worth the wait!! Mwah mwah xxx

[pcvensies]

*.• Si vis amari.

0. prologue.

* dad!satoru x mom!nanamioc x son!megumi ( kinda adopted??? kinda just taken??? ) slowburn, angst!, long fic, found family trope, fluff, funny, idk pls keep reading :(

* word count: 1300.

* in which 18 year old gojo satoru is left in charge of 6 year old fushiguro megumi, with the help of 17 year old nanami suki (oc).

{ HEY SO UH this fic is very self indulgent but i hope it finds some found family bitches like me who needed it. because damn i did, so i wrote it. ik it’s not a reader fic IM SORRY OKAY, i know those are more liked but give suki a chance we truly are all suki. PLEASE DONT LET IT FLOP IT IS A PROJECT V DEAR TO ME. this is a small intro to see if u guys like it or nah. love u <3 }

next part

It was a terrible idea, really. Out of all the terrible ideas Gojo Satoru had had - and there had been plenty of them - this one was definitely the worst of them all. But we are meant to respect the dead’s wishes, right? And a favour asked by a now dead man, even if not much, meant something to him.

Also, he was dying to see the look on the Nanami twins’ faces, especially Kento’s.

The way to their apartment was silent, and awfully awkward, as any try he had made to keep a conversation with that hedgehog of a child had been ignored by the boy. Such a little asshole.

“Can you at least smile a little?”.

Silence.

“Maybe don’t, Nanamin doesn’t either. He may be more receptive to those of his kind…”.

Silence.

Satoru had no patience to deal with any of this anyway, and the small six year old by his side possessed an incredible ability to get on his nerves, even without saying a single word. Can he even speak? Geez, Fushiguro, he thought to himself, crossing his arms over his chest as the elevator started going up.

The small card which read “Nanami” wasn’t far from the elevator, and Gojo’s only thought was how annoying it must be to hear the engine going all day. But they had refused, and had been allowed somehow, to live in the school, so they had brought that upon themselves.

Kento was doing the dishes when the bell rang, and he sighed, shaking the soap from his hands.

His sister, Suki, was in the shower, and she had left him to clean everything from dinner, as always. Don’t get it wrong, she was as responsible as a seventeen year old living by herself in the city could be, but there was something about the dishes that just “grossed her out”.

“BELL RINGING!”, he heard her yell from the shower, and rolled his eyes.

Like he was deaf, or something. However, it made him suspicious that anyone would ring at their door after dinner time, and he gave it a moment of hesitation before walking to the entrance.

“Oh, Nanamiiiinnn, c’mon… I know you’re home. It’s not like you do anything with your life outside of the classes anyway, you can’t trick me!”.

Kento almost turned around in that exact moment, knowing damn well that nothing that had to do with Gojo at that time of the day could be good, but he was a well educated boy. So against his own wishes, he opened the door.

“It’s nine thirty, Gojo”, was his greeting, as he looked at the white haired boy in front of him.

Satoru waved his hand in front of him, like taking importance from it, and looked around the place, eyes searching for the other twin. In the worst scenario, Kento would try to call the police on him. But if Susu was around, she’d be able to talk him out of it.

“Gojo, I’m serious”.

“Are you ever not, dear Nanami?”, the man replied fast, followed with a sigh, “Isn’t Suki home? She could be of use right now, honestly”.

Satoru had to be very fast to get his foot between the door and the wall, or Kento would’ve locked him out for that comment.

The white haired boy apologised with a chuckle, and his eyes finally found the pink streak of hair, almost drowned by a sea of blonde, that covered Suki’s head.

She was tiny, he had realised, much shorter than himself and her twin, the big red sweatshirt she was wearing making her even smaller. Her honey-ish eyes found Gojo’s sight, and the boy sent her a grin.

“Sue, you have finally decided to bless us with your prese-“.

“What have you done this time, Gojo?”, was all he got from her, as she tied her hair and walked to the door, now standing next to her brother, “Need somewhere to hide from Yaga?”.

Kento sighed once again, ready for the bickering battle that was set to start between the two, but to his surprise, Satoru kept quiet about the remark.

He rubbed the back of his neck, almost hesitating to say whatever he wanted to say, and the Nanami’s frowned at his behaviour.

“Alright I think it’ll be easier if I show you”, he finally spoke, and took a long step to the left.

Behind him, a little boy stood. His black hair was a mess, almost covering his eyes, and he was wearing no more than a t-shirt to cover his upper body from the night’s cold.

He looked up at Kento, a serious expression on his face, and then at Suki. He didn’t say a word, and simply looked back down.

Gojo laughed nervously at the silence, watching Kento’s horrified expression contrasting with his twin sister’s curious one.

“It’ll all make sense if you let me-“.

Slam.

Before he could even finish, the door was closed in his face, and both him and the kid gasped at the yelling that came from behind.

“I’m going to call Yaga”.

“Ken stop! Don’t you think that if he could have brought him to Yaga, he wouldn’t have already?! You didn’t even let him explain himself!”.

“Because there’s no good explanation to Gojo Satoru appearing at our house, in the night, with a child! What explanation do you need?!”.

It was a little funny, honestly, to hear Kento lose his temper. Yelling and yelling about how even opening the door had been a bad idea. He should’ve seen it coming, one of Gojo’s terrible ideas.

A sneeze silenced the argument, and Gojo looked down at the kid, who cleaned his nose with the end of Satoru’s sweatshirt.

“Hey, don’t-“.

Again, he was interrupted by the door, this time as it opened, to reveal just the Nanami girl. She sighed deeply, and crouched down in front of the child, giving him a small smile.

“Are you cold, sweetheart?”, she asked softly, hands covered in the sleeves of her clothes, as she rubbed the boy’s naked arms.

The kid nodded hesitantly, looking up at the boy, and Satoru shrugged, walking in as Suki got up and signaled them to.

The girl closed the door behind them, and walked through the dark corridor, coming back a few minutes later with a small Hello Kitty jumper. It was made of white wool, with a small patch of the cat’s face in the middle of the chest.

The boy put it on without looking much at it, covering his cold arms and body with it, and Suki gave Gojo an annoyed look, like lecturing him with her eyes.

They had met a few years ago, when Satoru was a second year and they got accepted in the school. Kento and him were nothing alike, and quite a strange pair, but Suki was much more extroverted and easy going, always replying to Gojo’s remarks with even smarter ones.

They had all grown into each other, as much as the Nanami boy wouldn’t admit it out loud.

“It’s itchy”.

Suki stopped sending angry glares to Satoru to look down at the kid, who kept his sight on his shoes as he scratched his neck. The girl ruffled his hair, chuckling.

“I think what you meant to say there is ‘thank you, Nanami-san’. It’s the only one I have that is your size, kid”, she spoke, and her eyes opened wide as she heard the kid’s stomach growl, “Are you hungry?”.

The kid didn’t reply, he simply nodded his head slowly, and the girl looked up at Satoru again.

“Care to explain, Gojo?”.

n/a. leave some feedback guys i havent written in so long and i am: scared. I AM BEGGING U I NEED EXTERNAL APPROVAL.

— lulu.