#yeah uh I am normal about all that obviously

[norrisainz33]

foodie pt2. || platonic grid

summary: a grid dinner sponsored by y/n, everyone's favorite f1 driver and food influencer

pairing: driver!reader x platonic grid

fc & warnings: none!

pt 1 | masterlist

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user1: it’s so wild to me to see drivers out here doing normal things like going to the shops

estebanocon: can’t wait for dinner tonight ❤️

ynuser: and i can’t wait to see you and flavy 🫶🏻

user2: GRID DINNER 🗣️

charlesleclerc: alex won’t stop talking about how excited she is for tonight

ynuser: ugh my girl 😩🫶🏻

lando: you getting more than macarons or?

ynuser: yeah tons of fish… didnt you read the menu i sent around?

lando: uh no….. but seems i should…..

user3: if someone doesn’t live tweet this dinner i’ll scream

yourbff: you are so brave for hosting all those men in your cutesy barbie dream house 😩

ynuser: i know… i’m worried one of them is going to get something on my new white couch

yourbff: odds it’s lando or franco

ynuser: honestly my bet is on george

user4: need that bag now

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formulafoodie: my love language is acts of service and fresh veggies 🤍

p.s follow along as i cook dinner for my coworkers

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lando: omg does this mean you love me

formulafoodie: no

maxfewtrell: CLEARED

user5: i just laughed out loud

user4: eeeeeek

lewishamilton: same

formulafoodie: you get me

user5: notifs are turned ON i am ready for these updates

yukitsunoda0511: 😋🍝

formulafoodie: 👩🏾‍🍳

user6: i wanna be a fly on the wall in her house so bad

astonmartinf1: 🤍💚

user7: protect y/n at all costs! this is so wholesome

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the first chime of the doorbell rang out pulling you from your final round of appetizer arranging. you glanced over the marble countertop one last time, straightening a garnish here and a slice there, the savory aroma of your cooking already filling the air. after a quick hair adjustment and a slip into your favorite heels, you skipped over to the door heart fluttering slightly with excitement and some nerves.

opening the door, you were greeted by a burst of chatter and laughter. esteban and flavy stood front and center, followed by charles, alex, yuki, pierre, and kika all of which were wearing grins that mirrored your own. just down the hallway, you caught lando’s unmistakable laugh echoing as he chatted animatedly with max, lance, lewis and the rest of the grid, their footsteps quickening as they caught up with the group.

“come on in!” you beamed as you stepped aside to usher everyone in.

“y/n/n/! it smells incredible in here!” kika gushed, already slipping out of her coat and making a beeline for the kitchen.

“aw thank you kiks,” you smiled, cheeks warming from the compliment. the sight of your friends, all cozy and comfortable in your space, made your heart feel full.

everyone began to migrate toward the kitchen island, admiring the carefully plated bites you’d prepared. glasses clinked as people helped themselves to the various drinks you meticulously crafted, laughter rising as familiar banter kicked off between charles and pierre.

“i brought you something!” lando called out over the chatter, his trademark grin in place with his hands suspiciously tucked behind his back.

“oh?” you asked, raising an eyebrow with amusement as he made his way toward you.

with a little dramatic flair lando revealed a big pastel colored box from behind him and placed it gently on the counter. you opened it to find a beautifully decorated cake inside, delicate piping spelling out a simple but sweet message: "thank you."

“i can’t cook like you obviously,” he said with a chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. “so it is store bought BUT i wanted to do something for you.”

you giggled, “lando this is so sweet. i love it so much.”

he shrugged with that proud little smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. “just trying to impress the hostess. you’ve set the bar terrifyingly high i won't lie.”

the others gathered around, admiring the cake and teasing lando about his “brownie points,” while you laughed and began ushering everyone to the dining area where the real feast was about to begin.

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user2: this is literally so cute

astonmartinf1: can we have a piece?

ynuser: ofc you can admin! i wish you were able to be here with us!!

astonmartinf1: i know me too bestie. next time 🤍

lando: doing the most for the hostess with the mostest

ynuser: 🥹🥹 you sweetie pie! almost makes me forget how badly i want to run you into the wall most races

lando: its alllllll part of my charm ms girl

user4: i need me a man like lando pulling up with a cake thats my favorite color with my favorite flowers on it

pierregasly: he just insists on showing us all up huh

ynuser: i mean.... george and carmen brought flowers and KIKA brought me a necklace so...... whats your excuse?

pierregasly: ..... the necklace was funded by me does that count?

ynuser: no xxoo

user18: am i catching a little bit of a romance here? perhaps a little crush?

roscoelovescoco: i wishes i was theres withs you my favorite aunties!

ynuser: roscoe my sweet babbyyyyyyyyy. i can't wait to see you in silverstone soon

user1: ok so first grid dinner update is that lando out shown everyone and brought a cake

lhughes_06: 📝get her a cake

ynuser: 😏 i do like cakes

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user4: first of all y/n is a goddess and second of all ,, i cant believe thats her house?! and she went through all that trouble for the drivers?

ynuser: my sweet baby girl i love you endlessly 🤍

iamrebeccad: i love you more pretty princess

user12: ok so this grid dinner is way nicer than i expected. y/n has outdone herself

lando: good lord shes gorgeous

iamrebeccad: yes she is but why are you noticing that sir

lando: um i don't know what you're talking about rebe!

iamrebeccad: carlos will be getting to the bottom of this!

lando: NOOOOO DONT INVOLVE CARLITOS

lando: damn you told him quick its been not even 1 minute and hes giving me a look across the table

alexandrasaintmleux: thats our pretty best friend!

iamrebeccad: yes ❤️

user21: i wish netflix was there filming all of this. i'd give my left leg to know what was said

astonmartinf1: GORGEOUS!

dior: effortlessly beautiful

iamrebeccad: ❤️

user14: y/n is the entire package. she can cook, she can drive, she is funny, she is beautiful, shes so incredibly smart... i dont get how its possible for someone to be this perfect

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the clinking of cutlery and murmurs of anticipation filled the room as everyone found their seats around your large wooden dining table. you had set it with care - soft linen napkins, mismatched but charming ceramic plates, loads of fresh flowers and flickering candles that cast a warm glow across everyone’s faces. the scent of roasted garlic, fresh herbs and something buttery hung heavy in the air.

as you brought over a tray of baked burrata-stuffed squash blossoms, yuki gasped dramatically.

“is this even legal? you’re a driver and you cook like this?” he teased leaning forward as if to inspect the dish.

“i feel like I should be intimidated,” pierre added raising an eyebrow and nudging charles who was sat next to him. “she’s too powerful.”

“i’m honestly reconsidering my entire life,” charles muttered with mock seriousness. “like, what am I doing?”

“you’re getting out-qualified by her next weekend, that’s what,” max quipped dryly, earning a chorus of “ooooohs” around the table.

you rolled your eyes with a smile, placing another platter full of food down in the center of the table. “don’t even try it,” you warned wagging a finger at charles before he could make some remark about your aston not being able to beat his scarlett ferrari.

“i'm only here to try the food, not you mon ami! I promise,” he replied.

meanwhile, flavy and kika were already deep in a conversation with alex and the lily's about your herb garden setup. esteban was trying to explain a complicated new tiktok trend to lewis who just blinked and slowly nodded clearly not getting it.

lando who was seated beside you, leaned over and whispered, “i think yuki is going to try and steal your recipes.”

you leaned in slightly and whispered back with a smirk. “my recipes stay with me.”

lando pouted dramatically “and maybe with me?”

“i don't know about you.”

lance suddenly raised his glass pulling you out of your conversation wtih lando. “alright everyone it is time for a toast! cheers to y/n for being the best chef, the most supportive teammate and honestly, the only person who could wrangle all of us into one room without starting a full fight.”

everyone raised their glasses and cheers and clinking glasses echoing through the room. you flushed with happiness, cheeks warm from the wine, the compliments and the unmistakable joy of having your people all around you.

“ok real talk,” flavy said, her wine glass swaying slightly as she pointed her fork toward the middle of the table. “if we were all on on bake off.... who’s making it past week one?”

“me,” lewis said instantly with the confidence of a man who'd once perfected vegan banana bread. “precision is key in baking it’s just like engineering.”

“yeah but you’d lose it the moment paul hollywood gave you anything less than a handshake,” albono teased.

“ok but george would definitely cry if his sponge collapsed,” kika chimed in sending half the table into laughter.

george gasped and fake clutched his pearls, “excuse me!! some of us are in touch with our emotions!”

“and some of us can’t cook rice,” esteban added with a smirk nodding toward lance.

the tips of lance's ears instantly turned red “that was one time! ONE TIME!”

“was it though?” pierre questioned swirling his wine like a villain in a soap opera. “because I happen to remember a weekend in spa that featured crunchy rice.”

“I like crunchy rice!” lance defended.

“you lied about liking crunchy rice,” flavy corrected, pointing at him with her breadstick.

max who had been quietly sipping his drink with a smug look finally spoke up. “let’s be honest, if this was a survival cooking show, i’d win. i’m efficient, i follow instructions and i don’t ever panic.”

“you also once used salt instead of sugar in brownies,” charles interjected not even looking up from his plate.

“that was an experiment cha.”

“an experiment in poisoning,” you added which caused another ripple of laughter around the table.

“i think lando would just charm the judges and wing it,” lily z said tilting her head thoughtfully.

lando grinned, puffing his chest out a bit. “exactly! i’d be like, ‘i don’t know what a genoise sponge is, but here’s a chocolate lava cake that may or may not have exploded in the oven.’”

“and then you’d flash that cheeky smile and somehow make it to the final,” oscar rolled his eyes.

“you guys are something else,” you laughed shaking your head as you reached to refill your glass. “not a single stable sous-chef in this room.”

“you know,” lewis said looking around as the room buzzed with overlapping chatter, “if netflix ever wanted to make drive to dine, we’ve already got the cast.”

“and the main character is obviously y/n,” lando added nudging your knee under the table. “our fearless kitchen commander.”

you laughed shaking your head. this dinner was everything you could have hoped for.

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formulafoodie: thankful for coworkers as wonderful as these

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lance_stroll: thankful for you!

formulafoodie: you're the best teammate lanceypoo

user18: lanceypoo im crying

user12: this is so wholesome

lando: and im thankful to have a coworker as cool as you

formulafooide: i do make the grid significantly cooler

charlesleclerc: that is true

lewishamilton: you are the coolest one here y/n

flavy.barla: forever grateful to you for having us!!

formulafoodie: you are always welcome my dear

user1: y/n is the best thing to happen to the grid

netflix: wish we were there!

formulafoodie: you get enough of us LOL

user11: i'm obsessed w this, also clocking how close lando is standing to y/n/n

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a/n: thanks so much for reading! likes and reblogs apprecaited

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[taonpest]

Do you ever think about the fact that Vorador and Raziel were burning with rage the moment Janos died

[gwydionae]

I get using no specific iteration of the TMNT in a crossover and just making yet another new version. After all, the franchise has had many, many different versions at this point, so it's easy to accept that this is simply one more to add to the pile.

But Naruto has... one. Just the one. So when all of a sudden characters are written/shown to have expertise that they shouldn't have at the age they're being depicted, it just ends up feeling weird.

I get that fitting things into the Naruto timeline can be a chore. Do it too early, and Sakura is kinda useless. Do it too late, and Sasuke's off murdering people. And if you try to set it after the series, the power levels are seriously gonna be out of whack.

But breaking the only canon that has ever existed for these characters makes them feel like... not the same characters. I might be the only one who cares about this, but it really took me out of the story, to the point where I couldn't help but focus on it. I don't want to be distracted from page one of a silly ninja crossover comic.

[holeforzenin]

₊˚ෆ HOW TOJI DEALS WITH OTHER MEN LIKING YOU <3

Tw- breeding, mentions of violence (not towards you), video recording. Not proofread

“Nuh uh don't hide this fucking pussy, show him how much you're creamin’ on my cock, don’t go all shy on me darling”. Toji laughed mockingly, his large hand effortlessly clasping both of your wandering wrists above your head to prevent any escape while using your phone to zoom in on the icky view of the mess between your mellowed thighs.

A streak of milky wetness glistened all over his massive cock, cascading down to his aching balls that were being captured in the filthy mess anyways because of how it's continuously slamming against your asshole that was coated with the cream that seeped out your gooey cunt.

"Fuck yeah, ya see that? See how this cute little pussy is wetting my dick? She sure as hell must be fucking loving it to be making this hell of a mess," he declared proudly. His deep, husky laugh resonated throughout the room, leaving no doubt that Toji was most likely losing his mind over the situation.

A few minutes earlier you told him about the guy from your class who confessed his feelings to you and you’re very uncertain about how to respond so you asked your boyfriend for some advice and well he decided to matters into his own hands.

“Tojii.. l-let go!” You cried out, attempting to dig your nails into his wrists as if that would make any difference, considering how fucking strong he is that it made your efforts almost laughably worthless.

“Nah don't think I want to darling, this fucker needs to know who the hell you belong to” he gritted his teeth at the thought of the guy even having the audacity to think you'd date him. You're all his and he would go to extreme lengths to ensure it remains that way.

The two of you were undeniably meant for each other and there was no fucking way in hell Toji would let some random fucker take you away from him.

“You wish this was you huh? Too fucking bad it's all mine to stuff and fuck, she belongs to me. Keep texting her and I’ll find you and bash your stupid fucking head in. Ya hear me?”. His brutal words cut through the air with a sharp edge, conveying possessiveness and veiled threats. It reverberated loudly, ensuring every detail was captured in the recording that the guy will be listening to soon after this.

His voice was deeper and harsher than normal, making your little cunt flutter even more around his stiffened shaft.

Which he obviously picked up on. “Ohhh you're such a slutty fucking whore baby, who am I kidding.” his grip on your bruised hands tightened. Threatening to leave more red, angry marks as he buckled his hips harshly into your ruined pussy. The force of his hips as he pushed into you aggressively showed literally no mercy.

“You’ll never fucking leave me, you're too fucking obsessed that your little cunt is twitching around me to the thought of me killing another man for you huh?”.

“N-no—” you stammered, turning your head away to look the other direction which made his grin widen even more as he playfully licked the faded scar on his lips because it had always been an indication of you lying whenever you looked away from him like that.

“Aww, that's fine doll," he murmured softly, his gaze unwavering as he directed the phone towards your fucked out face. His body sank deeper, inching downwards until his face hovered mere inches from your own. "you know what I'm thinking?”.

You peered your eyes at him and held contact in sheer curiosity.

“I’ll just breed this pretty fucking pussy and fuck a baby into you, how's that sound? Huh? You'll be such a good Mommy to our kid” his breath is now fanning against your face. Your body quivered at the thought, a deep longing stirring within you.

The thought of his suggestion made you moan, not just a normal moan. There's no particular way to describe it but the thought of that made your mind blurry and hazed. You and Toji always talked about having children in a few years but there's no harm in one now.

His possessiveness drove you crazy. Sure you knew Toji wasn’t a saint or an angel because at the end of the day, he murdered people for a living and because of that alone— he knew about the lonesome dangers of the world so he’s extremely overprotective and you’d loved every bit of it.

The thought of Toji even thinking you’d leave him for anyone else was an insult towards you because both of you were perfect for each other in every way possible.

“Y-yes! yes please, wanna carry your baby!” you babbled over and over, nodding your head like some stupid bitch as he proudly smirked at your reaction in amusement. “Yeah? Want me to make you a mommy? Get you pregnant so you'll be all full and swollen? Then everyone is gonna fucking know who you belong to”. The glint in Toji’s eyes was so dark, that it almost had you scared for a moment.

“Yesyesyes, please, m’so desperate Toji, fill me up–” you whimpered, tears glistening in your eyes as you pleaded fervently.

“Yeah fuck that, y’know what—” he mumbled to himself with a brief pause to stop the recording on his phone and swiftly hitting the "send" button to the guy that’s currently and patientlyyy waiting for your response in the chat. He casually tossed the device to the side and embraced you tightly, his strong arms enveloping you and wrapped around your neck to hug you before vigorously slamming his hips into you in an intense pace.

Unfortunately, the poor guy never had the chance to witness the adorable blessing you and Toji shared several months later because your boyfriend assassinated him on his way home the very next afternoon because he tried to speak to you again in person.

[simpforboys]

surprise! (2)

drew starkey x fem!singer!reader

summary: reader and drew shoot the ‘perfume’ music video!

warnings: fluff, swearing, sexual themes but no real smut, kisses

‘perfume’ by del water gap

part one , part three, part four

It was bright and early on a Wednesday in December.

You had been up since six am to be on set, get costumes all organized, makeup done, hair done, and just make sure your vision was really coming along how you wanted it to.

After all, 'Perfume' was a big deal to you, now even more so due to the fact that your dream man was going to be your on-screen lover.

When Drew finally showed up at eight am, almost exactly on the dot, he was a little disorganized due to not getting as much sleep as he should have the night before.

You were talking to the director, clearly deep in the discussion as you explained your vision as best as your chaotic brain could.

"Drew is here," your manager came walking over.

Fuck.

You looked over, seeing Drew standing awkwardly by the trailers as he looked around at the film location.

It was pronounced you had chosen to do more of a countryside feel, the old farmhouse that had people constantly going in and out of it in order to set up for later scenes.

The location was beautiful, though. Grass, sand, hills, and for the actual land, it was quiet.

"Hey, good morning."

You walked over to Drew, trying to hide your pounding heart and the bags under your eyes (because, obviously, you hadn't been able to sleep the night before).

"Good morning." Drew looked at you, a small smile on his tired face.

"Are you hungry? We have breakfast and coffee over here," you guided Drew over to the food station, hands shaking with nervousness.

"Coffee sounds good, yeah." Drew murmurs, trying not to stare at you in your outfit.

You had chosen to wear blue overalls with a black long-sleeve shirt, and brown cowboy boots to fit into the countryside vibe you were going for.

"Sorry, I barely slept last night."

Drew shook his head, a small smile on his face.

"No, you're good. You just... look good."

Your eyes widened slightly at his compliment, your face feeling hot. God, why did he have to be fucking sweet?

"I don't normally wear this shit," you tried to deflect off of it and make a joke.

Drew smiled, shaking his head softly as he took a sip of the hot coffee.

"I'm assuming we're going to be cowboys?" He teased.

You shrug, a small smirk curling onto your lips.

"I couldn't pass up the opportunity to give everyone cowboy Drew." You joked back, instantly feeling a little embarrassed.

Being hyperaware and anxious was absolutely not helping anything about any and all interactions with him.

"Okay, so you're welcome to help yourself to anything. I have to film some solo shots, but probably in around thirty to forty-five minutes, the costume lady will come to get you."

You spoke, avoiding looking at him.

Drew hummed, watching you get all nervous and embarrassed. As much as he wanted to reassure you that you were fine, he couldn't deny how amusing it was to see you get all shy around him.

"Thank you," he murmured.

While you went off to shoot some solo stuff, Drew was in the trailer as the ladies gave him some makeup and fixed his short hair.

You wanted him to wear blue jeans, cowboy boots, and a plain white shirt that had some dirt on it to make the appearance that he had been working outside.

By the time Drew was dismissed, you were finishing up filming. Staring at the footage that was just shot, your song playing in the background as you stood around the property or lip sung.

Glancing over and seeing Drew in the damn outfit you picked made your heart physically flutter.

He looked good.

You would definitely be feeding his fans (and yourself) content.

“How do I look?” He walked over to you, a small smirk on his face.

“Good… yeah, uh, good. Exactly how I envisioned.”

Why the fuck were you so nervous? Why the fuck was he so handsome and intimidating?

He hummed, wanting to tease you a little more before the director cut in.

“Okay, so you two are going to be sitting in the truck. Drew will be driving with Y/n in the passenger seat. When I say ‘go’, I want Drew to slowly reach over and hold her hand. Look at each other with soft, warm, loving eyes.”

The director says. The two of you nod in agreement, getting into the truck.

Drew placed his hands on the wheel as you looked out the window. The filming location was genuinely so pretty, and you were very pleased with your decision.

The camera man slid into the backseat with the big camera, making sure the angles would all be right.

“Okay, three, two, one… action!”

You continue to stare out the window as Drew drives the truck along the grassy pathway, ‘Perfume’ playing in the background.

And I'm picturing you right now, I'm thinking of you right now

You tried not to have your breath hitch when you felt his large, warm hand grab yours and intertwine your fingers.

Glancing over at him, your eyes met his gorgeous blue ones, a genuine look of affection filling your gaze, mirroring his.

But his was probably fake, he’s an actor after all.

Drew gave you a soft smile, which caused a small grin to curl onto your lips.

“And cut!”

‘Perfume’ cut off, but you were hyperaware of the way Drew didn’t immediately pull his hand from your’s.

In fact, you were the first to pull away, nearly shitting your pants at the way your hand tingled.

Drew cut the engine of the car, the director coming to the passenger side window as he leaned against it.

“That was really good, you could feel the tension in the gaze. For the next shot, we want Drew to get out of the car with Y/n to follow. Outside the car, start walking up towards the house, when Drew is going to place his hand on your waist and pull you towards him. Share a passionate kiss, and press her against the door.” The director said.

Oh. Oh. Oh.

“Sounds good,” Drew hums, glancing briefly at you.

You swallowed, trying to ignore the way your face felt warm as you nodded in agreement.

‘Perfume’ started playing in the background again, the next scene about to start.

“Okay… three, two, one… action!”

'Cause I wanna do all of the things, baby, I said I wanna do with you… 'Less this is a lie and I don't know myself like I thought…

Wait, this is a mess, I could be wrong, I could be so damn mistaken

Both you and Drew got out of the car, a sheepish smile on both of your faces as you start walking towards the house.

Your heart stammered in your chest when you both stepped onto the porch and his large hand snaked around your waist, tugging you firmly into him.

He dipped his head down, capturing your lips.

You were kissing Drew fucking Starkey.

Immediately, you both melted into the kiss. Your hands were on his jaw and the back of his neck, his other hand going to rest on your lower back, just on top of your ass.

Drew almost forgot where he was for a minute as he slipped his tongue into your warm mouth.

He pressed your back against the front door of the house, you pulling him down so his body is flush against yours.

Fuck.

You were both thinking it.

“And, cut!” The director called.

You were both so raptured into the kiss neither of you heard it immediately.

“Cut!” The director called again, trying to hide his snicker.

Drew slowly pulled his lips away from you, his hands sliding off your body, making you feel cold.

“Sorry,” he murmured. His blue eyes bore into yours.

“You two take five, we needa get the bedroom all ready for the next shot,” the director said.

You moved away from the door to sit on the front patio furniture of the house. Your lips were tingling, mind racing at the thought that you just made out with your celebrity crush.

Drew looked sheepish and a little embarrassed that he let himself get so into a kiss. It was definitely a first for him.

“You want a water or anything?” Drew asked you.

“Uh, yeah, sure. Thank you,” you swallowed. You were still feeling a little breathless from what just happened.

By the time Drew came back with your water, the director had also returned.

Both you and Drew followed the man into the back bedroom of the old farmhouse. It was bare, with the basic furniture of a wardrobe, bed, and nightstands.

You wanted it to be basic, you wanted it to add the detail into the story you were trying to convey.

"So, we're going to set the camera up right at this angle. Drew push Y/n back onto the bed and climb on top of her, still kissing. Only break the kiss so you can both pull your shirts off. Then we're going to cut it into a birds-eye view. Sound good for now?" The director hums.

Oh. Drew was going to see you in your bra.

You might have forgotten about that when you came up with ideas for the music video.

Drew nods, his eyes flickering over to yours, meeting your gaze before you both quickly look away. Why was he so nervous?

He had seen boobs, he had seen women in bras. Maybe it was the fact that he was going to see yours was driving him a little crazy, making him forget all about his professional side for a moment.

You unbuttoned your overalls at the top so it would be easier to pull your shirt off for the scene.

"Three, two, one... action!"

But I'm picturing you right now, I'm thinking of you right now, I'm picturing you right now

With nothing on, with nothing on but my perfume

The familiar beat of your song and lyrics came on, but you paid absolutely no attention to it when Drew kissed you again.

He flopped you back onto the bed, your body bouncing slightly. But neither of you dared to disconnect your lips, his tongue slipping in your mouth yet again.

A very small, faint whine left your throat when he pulled away to tug his shirt off. No fucking way you just did that.

Unbeknownst to you, the small whine made Drew's entire body go rigid. His mind was starting to drift into what you would sound like actually in bed.

You arched your back up, trying to remember that there was a giant camera on you both. You pulled your black long-sleeve up and over your head, eyes staring up at Drew.

The way his pupils dilated more, that gorgeous blue swirling into a deep sea color. Fuck. You were both ruined.

He immediately connected your lips back to his, both your minds a state of pure need. But before anything else could happen--

"Cut!"

The word "cut" was starting to become your least favorite thing in the entire world. Drew pulled back, still hovering over you.

You finally let your eyes drift down to his bare torso, seeing those abs for the first time in person. But he wasn't the only one.

He tried so hard not to look, to be a gentleman, to be professional. But he felt his gaze slip down to you lying there in your bra, his mouth growing a little wetter.

"Y/n, spread your legs and let Drew lay in between them. When we say action, Drew start thrusting your hips as if you two are having sex. We'll keep the birds-eye view so it gives off the appearance that you two actually are."

As the director gives his next instructions, a set designer fixes the sheet to rest around Drew's hips, covering up the fact that you are both still wearing pants.

All you and Drew could do was nod. It wasn't really safe to speak, not when the sexual tension and chemistry between you two was so high.

Drew had filmed sex scenes before, it was a part of his job. But fuck. You were driving him insane, and you were barely even speaking.

You spread your legs as Drew shifted closer to you, trying to look anywhere but at your chest and face.

"Three, two, one... action!"

Call me in the morning, beg me in the night, I'll be over safely if you need it anytime

I'm picturing you right now, with nothing on, with nothing on but my perfume

He had begun to softly move his hips, his mouth instinctively attaching to your jaw, kissing down to your neck. Your hands dug into his broad shoulders and back, trying desperately not to let out a real moan.

Your eyes were fluttered shut, legs tightening a little more around him. There was no real pleasure being shared, but both your bodies were on autopilot, as if you were actually having sex.

It was the hottest either of you had ever felt.

The day continued on, with both you and Drew filming more romantic scenes. It was very surreal that this was all pretend because, at some points, it felt real.

The last scene was finally shot and everyone cheered with applause, happy the hard work and long day is over.

You were changing out of your film clothes and back into the sweatpants and hoodie you wore to set at six am this morning.

Drew had also changed, putting on his jeans and jacket.

You were going around and sincerely thanking every single person for their contribution and hard work, the last person finally being Drew.

Your eyes locked onto each other, a small smile creeping onto both your faces.

"Thank you so much, Drew, seriously. I couldn't have done this without you," you told him.

Drew shrugged nonchalantly, but he seemed a little sheepish at your genuine words.

"No, thank you. I had a lot of fun today, you were a lot of fun to film with." Drew replies, a warm look in his gaze.

He pulled you into another hug, your face pressed into him, arms wrapped tightly around each other.

"I hope this isn't the last time you see me," Drew murmurs in your ear.

Goosebumps erupted all over your skin, the moment reeling in your mind as you thought about when he hugged you and murmured how much he loved your song on Jimmy Fallon.

"It won't be, I promise."

You finally pulled away, a little reluctantly. You didn't wanna scare him off by holding him for too long.

"I'll eventually send you photo stills and snippets to post for promotion, but I don't want you to feel like you have to post anything or a shit-ton of stuff. I know you're busy," you tell him.

Drew shook his head. "Nah, I'll post them. Promise."

You nodded softly, a little grin on your face.

"Alright, Y/n. I'll see you around," Drew hums.

You watched as he walked away, a warm feeling in your chest.

You had finally returned home after the long day. After showering, changing into pajamas, and feeding yourself, you slide into your warm bed.

Grabbing your phone from the nightstand, your heart jumped when you read one Instagram notification in particular.

@/drewstarkey has messaged you

You quickly opened the notification, a smile on your face.

Drew Starkey: Just wanted to thank you again for the opportunity today. Had more fun than I should have

Your User: Ofc!! Maybe when the music video drops we can celebrate together :3

Fuck. Your thumb pressed send before you could double-think that message.

Drew Starkey: I like the sound of that

Oh.

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[suguslve]

thinking about loser (perv) idia .ᐟ

♰ pairings. idia shroud x shy fem! reader

♰ warnings. suggestive content. loser! idia at first but then he becomes a pervert (yum). noncon (?). pantie sniffing and stealing. stalking. uhhh idk what else. mdni

♰ word count. 1.5k

♰ a/n. i was on idia brainrot these past few weeks and decided to whip a lil something up ;) enjoy reading and lmk your thoughts!

— loser! idia who kept his head down, ignoring everyone, why does crowley need ALL housewardens to attend to a stupid meeting in the first place? he was busy uttering curses in his mind when your sweet voice broke the ruckus. his head snapped up just slightly, just enough to steal a glance at you. w-wait were you stuttering?! and you weren’t just stuttering—you were anxiously fidgeting with your hands too!! are you nervous because of the meeting? because of someone? or—wait—what if you’re nervous because you hate crowds too?! oh god, did he just find a fellow social avoidance expert??

— loser! idia who actually wanted to approach and talk to you, but obviously he’s a coward. yeah, nope, definitely NOT happening. he’d literally rather fight a final boss solo with no revives than approach you right now. and so, as the meeting adjourns, he quickly and quietly leaves the room (with his heart racing wildly and his face burning). 

— loser! idia who desperately tried to avoid you at every turn—but it was like the universe had other plans. no matter where he tried to hide, there you were. his carefully scouted, ultra-secret, 1000% normie-free safe zones? infiltrated. by you. of all people. what kind of cruel RNG was this?! ugh, this was turning into a way bigger side quest than he signed up for. his usual gaming hideout behind the school? you were there, sitting on the steps, quietly reading. the abandoned hallway near the library? you showed up, looking just as startled to see him as he was to see you. EVEN THE ROOFTOP—his ultimate last resort—had somehow become your preferred quiet spot?! and the worst part is sometimes, he’d see you there… and instead of running, he’d hesitate. just for a second. because—ugh, he’d never say it out loud—but you weren’t loud like the other normies. you weren’t disruptive. you were just… there. quiet. fidgeting. existing in your own little world.

— loser! idia who finally gained the courage to approach you. oh but trust him, it wasn’t like he wanted to—he just… happened to be in the same spot as you (again), and instead of immediately running in the opposite direction like usual, he somehow convinced himself to stay. which, might have been a huge mistake because the second your eyes flickered up to meet his, his brain immediately started screaming. abort, abort, abort— but you’d already seen him. his escape route had been cut off. and he just stood there, shifting on his feet, pulling at the strings of his hoodie like it was a lifeline. his mouth opened. closed. opened again. say something, you coward! 

— loser! idia who mumbled the weakest, most pathetic greeting ever known. “u-uh…yo?” his voice cracked, and he wanted the ground to swallow him up whole there on the spot. that was so cringe!! seriously?! ‘yo’?! what am i a generic background delinquent?! while he was having a crisis, you chuckled softly before greeting him in return. idia.exe has stopped working.

— loser! idia who didn’t know how this “friendship” between you even started. at first he avoided you like the plague and the next thing he knew, you two were hanging out like it was normal. at first, he figured you were just another shy person suffering through NRC, but the more you talked, the more he realized—wait, you actually get him?! you didn’t just tolerate his rants about games, anime, and how normies were a blight upon existence—you joined in. he slowly let his guard down around you. he didn’t even mean to, but you were just… easy to talk to. there were no expectations, no forced small talk, no annoying social pressure. if you two sat in silence, it wasn’t awkward. if you talked, it wasn’t exhausting. before he knew it, he was complaining about gacha rates and actually making jokes without wanting to crawl into a hole and die afterward.

— loser! idia who slowly fell for you and your little quirks. but hey! it’s not like you can blame him. you were stupidly cute in ways that made his heart do dumb things. you matched his energy—avoiding crowds, hiding from normies, nerding out over random things. you got excited about the smallest details, and somehow, somehow, you even made him feel like maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t the biggest loser in existence.

— loser! idia who slowly became possessive and obsessive over you. it started as just worry, okay?! totally normal levels of concern. but then his mind started spiraling—what if something bad happened to you and he wasn’t around?! NRC was a literal villain academy, full of shady, power-hungry weirdos, you can’t trust any of the students here—well, aside from him and ortho but that’s besides the point! you—with your big doe eyes and painfully sweet personality—were basically walking around with a giant “EASY TARGET” sign on your back. you can be easily taken advantage of!

— loser! idia who swore to be your protector. it wasn’t even a choice at this point—it was a necessity. so what if he wasn’t exactly the heroic, sword-wielding, normie-approved protector type? he had brains. he had strategy. and most importantly—he had a highly advanced AI-powered little brother who could do background checks on anyone who so much as looked at you funny. he might be a loser, but if he notices someone teasing or making you uncomfortable, he’ll reluctantly step in. “H-hey, back off, normie… uh, I mean, don’t be rude, or whatever…” then he drags you away like a panicked introvert escaping a social interaction.

— loser perv! idia who set up cameras all over ramshackle dorm to “keep an eye out on you.” it wasn’t stalking! no no, this was just preventative security measures! NRC was dangerous, okay?! a totally defenseless, magicless, too-trusting person like you? living alone in a rundown, ghost-infested dorm? that was basically asking for trouble. anyone with half a brain would’ve done the same! (right?)

— loser perv! idia who watches you 24/7 watching everything. the way you got ready for bed. the way you sighed and stretched when you thought no one was looking. the way your shirt slipped off your shoulder sometimes. and oh god, when you absentmindedly played with the hem of your skirt or chewed on the end of your pen? yeah. he was so beyond saving. okay so maybe he checked the cameras a little too often. maybe he kept the feed open on one of his monitors at all times. maybe he watched you even when there was no actual danger. but it’s not like he was doing anything weird! just… making sure you weren’t lonely!

— loser perv! idia who became utterly obsessed with you. he’d watch you from afar, his eyes tracing every movement, every smile. his room was filled with pictures of you, some taken without your knowledge. his obsession grew darker, more twisted. his obsession became all-consuming. he hacked into your social media accounts, reading your private messages and learning more about you than you ever intended to share. he’d watch you through hidden cameras he installed in your room, feeling a twisted sense of satisfaction as he invaded your privacy.

— loser perv! idia who snuck into your dorm one night as you were asleep. he watched you for hours, his heart racing with excitement and fear. oh how he wanted to touch you, to feel your skin against his. but he knew he couldn’t risk waking you up. instead, he roamed your room. touching your things, smelling the perfume you use, looking at the plushies you kept, but it wasn’t enough, so he made his way to your bathroom and went through all your dirty clothing. sniffing the clothes you wore, rummaging for ages until he found it. your soiled panties. he took them all, moaning as he smelt your scent on them. god he can feel himself growing hard right now. he took your underwear and kept them all on the pocket of his hoodie. but before he left he made sure to give you one look, and well maybe a peck on your cheek, but it’s not like you’d find out, right?

— loser perv! idia who rushed to his dorm room and locked it to make sure no one would disturb him. 

— loser perv! idia who watched various amounts of hentai that night, imagining it was you writhing and moaning under him. he pulled off his sweats and boxers and let his cock free. he hissed as the cold air hit his cock—then, he pulled your panties from where he had kept them. one hand sniffing it, and the other jerking himself off. he was so close, he could feel it, and so he took your underwear and jerked himself with it. oh fuck, he couldn’t take it anymore.

— loser perv! idia who couldn’t help himself from moaning your name over, and over until he came hard. his mind filled with dirty thoughts of defiling your innocence. god, he can’t wait to ruin you. he jerked himself faster, and faster until he came. his fluids soiling your panties. his breathing was labored, cheeks flushed. ah shit, this wasn’t gonna cut it, he needed more.

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[arieslost]

ok i don’t know if it’s just me who gets really giggly when it’s late at night but imagine laying in bed with lando and you’re just rambling about smth so stupid that it ends with you two just giggling at nothing. like getting full on stomach cramps from laughing but there wasn’t even anything funny to begin with

anon u and i are the SAME! once its past midnight i always end up becoming a victim of the late night sillies 💔

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1:30 am | ln4

you knew you were up too late when you nearly tripped over the loose edge of the blanket you and lando had been sharing on your way back to the couch, and when he had caught you before you could hit your head or anything, you started laughing.

“oh, no,” he’d groaned dramatically. “got the late night giggles already, huh?”

“uh-uh,” you shook your head, even though him saying the words “late night giggles” was enough to make laughter start bubbling up in your throat again.

something always shifted in you when the clock struck a certain hour at night, and lando had only been witness to it a handful of times before you moved in together.

now, you’d managed to get through the rest of the movie the two of you were watching without laughing, even if it meant biting your lip hard and refusing to make eye contact with your boyfriend. it was bad enough feeling his eyes on you every time he wanted to see your reaction to something that happened on the tv. making eye contact would just take you out entirely for no reason whatsoever.

which is why you think you’ve successfully avoided making a fool of yourself when you’re both finally laying in bed with the lights out at the fine hour of 1:30 in the morning.

“you’re so far away,” lando grumbles, dragging your body into his so his one arm is around your shoulders and your face is nestled in his neck.

“better?” you ask, smiling when he shivers as your lips brush his skin.

“mhmm.” he’s quiet for a moment, running his fingers up and down your arm. “you’re gonna come to miami, right?”

“yeah, if you want me to.”

“what kind of question is that, babe?” he cranes his neck in a way that tells you he’s fixing you with a judgy look even though you can’t see each other.

you shrug, feeling the giggles building up again for no reason whatsoever. “i dunno.”

“obviously i want you there, why wouldn’t i?”

“i dunno,” you repeat. “it’s miami. maybe you just wanna party with all your homies.” and just like that, you’re laughing again.

“oh dear god, here we go,” he sighs, pressing his lips together to repress his own laughter as your body shakes against his. “my homies? when have i ever referred to any of my mates as my ‘homie’?”

he sounds so incredulous that you laugh even harder. “oh, you’re so british! i can’t call them your mates, lan. it sounds too weird.”

“so homies is the word you went with? why can’t you be normal and just say my friends?”

“why can’t you be normal and say your friends?” you shoot back, and that does lando in.

“it’s not funny,” he tries to admonish, and it’s entirely true, but it’s a moot point when you can barely understand him through his laughter.

“stop laughing then!”

“you stop!”

naturally, that makes you both laugh harder still, to the point where you have to roll away from him, clutching your stomach from how badly all the laughing is making it hurt.

“i can’t breathe,” lando gasps from behind you.

“stop laughing,” you repeat. “you’re killing me.”

“i think i’m dying,” he continues like he didn’t hear you, and he honestly might not have because your face is half shoved into your pillow in your attempts to stifle yourself.

a few more minutes go by of the two of you absolutely losing your minds before you’re finally able to catch your breath.

“ow,” you whine, holding your stomach. “i think i just grew a six pack.”

“i think mine just became ten times more defined,” lando says, voice raspy from all the exertion on his vocal chords.

“ooh, lemme feel.”

“absolutely not, because you’re going to tickle me,” he grabs your wrist out of thin air. “i know your tricks, baby. i’ve laughed more than enough tonight thanks to you.”

“not my fault you’re weird and british.”

“i love you,” he says sweetly, pulling you back towards him and kissing your forehead. “now’s where you say, ‘i love you too.’”

“i love you too,” you reply dutifully, blindly reaching for his face so you can kiss him properly. “even though you’re weird and british.”

he kisses you again. “i thought it was especially because i’m weird and british.”

you snuggle into his side, now thoroughly exhausted. “please don’t make me laugh more, lan.”

you both know he’s right, of course, but you usually need to have the last word, so he lets you get away with it. he does love you, after all, even though you had him in stitches over nothing at 1:30 in the morning.

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note: this was sooo self indulgent, like i was laughing as i wrote this because the term “homies” is so silly to me for some reason. also helped me test my dialogue skills!! n e wayz…

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[bbluefllame]

I love your UA Touya so muchhhh!!! If you don’t mind, can you write down UA Touya HC’s!!!🤍🤍

U.A touya hcs !!

note: I was gonna save this till I finish all my other reqs but I decided why the fuck not 😭 also thank u for loving my ua touya!! he's officially my everything‼️ also also!!! this is a sugar spice and everything nice universe<3 everyone's okay here ‼️

- nepo baby I have nothing else to say, you've def went on multiple trips w him and his family (ur basically the 5th child for them). His bday gifts go so hard and he's like "yeah yeah whateverrrr" while blushing if u hug him!!

- he's a super heavy sleeper. Like normal touya is a menace while sleeping, ua touya is double that and it's scary I fear him. Sleepovers always end up with you going to sleep in the guest room cs the mf won't stop moving, kicking, snoring, and talking (and occasionally shouting)😭 instead of js "no I don't do that." he'd go "huh don't remember doing it so it didn't happen. 🤷‍♂️" obviously you don't remember you were sleeping mf.

- he gives his all in training (esp cs he has support gear), training w him is like a full-on battle it's a fucking struggle to hold him down, but also he'd be the best training partner you'd ever have. He would NEVER and I say NEVER take it easy unless you ask him to, if he gives it his all he wants you to give it your all.

- loves SWS and PTV, has been forced into piano by Rei as a child and kind of liked it, he probably likes classical music bcs Enji played it alot as well and it helps him focus while studying. OVERALL incredibly into music and could talk abt it for hours (you probably have listened to him rant abt music for 2 hrs straight before)

- is a failure in the kitchen no questions asked, he asked Fuyumi to teach him how to make soba once, 10 minutes in he starts scratching his head going "uh huhhh got it" (HE DOES NOT GET IT!!!!!)

- loves chemistry and math, don't ask why he just does also he gives off good at drawing without trying?? like he's a natural, all the art teachers adored him!!!!

- Shoto and Touya are so silly tg. Touya rolls his eyes and pouts, shoto copies his big brother even if he doesn't know what he's doing😭😭 Touya does something remotely cool and Shoto's looking up at Touya with sparkles in his eyes like "THATS MY BIG BROTHERRR!!!" while clapping (this is when shoto is a lot younger ofc not when he's 15‼️ he still adores his big brother at 15 tho)

- touya pretends he hates how close you and shoto are but the mf adores it and thinks it's adorable and sweet!!

- natsuo and touya are gossipers. Except Touya has all the dirt and Natsuo gasps while nodding his head, after all of that they RUN to Fuyumi who tells them "At the end of the day, we shouldn't talk about people." while sighing as if she isn't noting it down in her head to run and tell it to her bsf ‼️

- you can't tell me he's not putting his hand on his head whenever he's flirted with and going "WTF DO I DO!!" and if it's you (even if it's joking and through text) he's sitting on his bed giggling at 3 am and then panicking internally before acting nonchalant and texting "ew"

- he does get girls and guys tho, he's too pretty to not have bitches 😭 he just doesn't know what to do with the bitches ‼️‼️

- loves abandoned spots, he forces you to go with him even if ur scared while you're going "bro there's a ghost I'm telling you" he's like "what is it gonna do?? eat you??" While rolling his eyes or sumn😭

- you best believe if he feels sumn though he's running for his life, like he could be on par with Iida bcs of how fucking scared he'd get he's shooting his fire behind him and RUNNING!! in the end it's probably a spider or sumn and he's like "pfff I knew that!!!"

- has some sort of rivalry with Keigo even if he didn't do anything ALSO you showing interest in keigo just makes the hate 10× more intense he tweaks the second he sees you looking at keigo.

- he swears up and down left and right that he hates roblox but he LIESSSS!! you could find him 3 am on dress to impress arguing w kids about emo vs goth cs mfs don't know the difference

- on the topic of roblox, you, shoto, and him probably play it once a week tg (shoto chooses the game 99% of the time)

- whenever he's anxious or sumn he just goes "cool yeah coolcoolcool" cool is the most overused word in his dictionary trust (he just kinda reminds me of jake Peralta in the vocabulary department..)

- makes sure shoto memorizes the lyrics to hot and cold by Katy perry just bcs it's funny to him (it's so stupid), there's a dance number and everything TRUST!!!

- 4 am in the morning, rei has walked in on touya on his knees doing the emo hand move thing while singing with a comb.

- HE TURNS THT SHIT OFF SOOOO FAST WHILE COUGHING AND COVERING HIS FACE

- rant to him all you want, he might not understand but he'd listen ‼️‼️ (the second he hears of any mistreatment he tweaks)

- during the sports festival he's burned keigo's feathers multiple times (cough cough reference)

- sorry everyone but he IS one of those "Oh you like sws? name 5 songs." God forbid he sees a preppy nirvana t-shirt, he'd burn it in the store and run away

- he's actually pretty touchy when he's comfortable, like pinkies wrapped tg or hand around ur shoulder just has to have a hand on you at all times ‼️‼️

- overall awesome bsf, awesome brother, and would be an awesome bf!!

okay I'm done now it's 2 am and i gotta sleep hope u like this anon !!! 😔😔 (soz for making this so long)

[midnightshindig]

omg hi, you're like... the only person I've seen make content for Multi Paul, and I need that man BIBLICALLY!

so I was hoping perchance could I request an x reader where he always follows through with his missions because he basically has a reason to get back home alive? reader is just constantly keeping him motivated, and when he gets back to them, he just melts and gets all pampered and loved, among other things

Reader is just overall really chill and optimistic, and Paul just gets to live in his lil bubble with them

if this is too much, I'm sorry! I'm really new to making requests anyways byeeee

Multi Paul x Reader!

mmmmokay i really like this one

the whole "come home to me" is some odysseus ass shit and I live for it

BY THE WAY- i'm in love with Epic! Odysseus. that's not relevant but wtv I love him

hcs under the cut!!

Being an assasin for The Order is MISERABLE work

Paul has to go through so much shit and violence and harassment to do his job

and it's so not worth it

there were times where he'd think "this is it, I'm so over, this is how it ends" and he'd find some peace in it

until he met you

You met casually, on one of Paul's rare grocery runs. He usually was too busy bouncing from job to job to have need for groceries, dining and dashing wherever he wanted around the globe.

but this had been a slow month and Paul needed cotton candy grapes

So, obviously, he goes to get some cotton candy grapes

and what does he find there but the prettiest person he's ever met

How... domestic?

He can't help himself, he chats you up

and he's sooooo full of himself, but so inexperienced at the same time

but, fuck it, he's cute

The transaction ends with an exchanging of phone numbers and a promise to meet later that night for drinks.

And so you do!

and then you meet up again

and again

until you've been "meeting up" twice a week for three months

you don't know that Paul has been hauling ass to make it back to your city between jobs

You don't even know Paul is an assassin for The Order.

he sure as shit isn't going to tell you

It's six months into this mess that Paul realizes he loves you

like.... loooooves you

This realization comes when a victim's bodyguard comes at his head with a sledgehammer, straight to the skull and knocking him down

He almost wavers, a familiar feeling of "oh, is this it? am I done now?" washing over him

before he remembers he's supposed to take you to dinner tomorrow night and picks his ass back up

He can't DIE, he has to go find out what kind of cologne you think smells best and get a haircut and invest in skincare for you

He can't die.... he has to take you out tomorrow

So, with a sudden rush of adrenaline, he finishes his job and sets off to make the best date of your life

He picks you up in a borrowed fancy car, calling in a favor from Machine Head, whose surprisingly on board with the whole thing

Like full "oh yeah I love love, go get laid man" type shit

give him the BMW beep beep hop In loser

But he's actually turning into quite the gentleman

"Y/n!! Hop in!" He grins at you, with a stupid, cocky veneer overlaying it all

and so you do, smiling as he leans over and opens the door for you from the inside

tonight should be perfect

"Oh, is that.... vanilla?" you asked with a smile, a familiar and comforting presence

"Your favorite scent!" he beams with smug pride, you have no idea how anal he had to be about colognes this morning, he's glad you like it

The date goes smoothly, and you're impressed with all the care Paul is obviously putting into this

"So.... Y/n.... You know how I'm just a normal dude?"

You raised an eyebrow, popping a mozzarella stick in your mouth "Is this about your powers?"

His jaw goes slack "Psshhht- wh- what? My powers?" he's losing grip on this, fast

but you gracefully dip your mozzarella stick in marinara, taking another bite "Uh, yeah, I've seen you on the news."

You chew in silence as Paul processes

"Oh- don't worry i'm not like a spy sent to kill you or anything. I don't really care that much." You eye him, narrowing them skeptically "but like.... you gonna make it official or what?"

He's thrown for a loop again

you've uncovered his secret and asked HIM out when he had plans for both scenarios

You were really something

God he loves you.

"Oh- Uhm-" he coughs into his elbow, looking back at you, his eyes darting around "Can I be your boyfriend?"

You smiled smugly, returning the cocky grin he's been giving you the last six months, and nodded "Yeah, sure"

It's a smug response, but the affection is palpable

He gets soooooo efficient at his job

now that he has you to come home to <3

[mapis-putellas]

𝑴𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒚/𝑴.𝑳𝒆ó𝒏

Mapi was slumped into her chair, arms crossed, eyes heavy with exhaustion. She had barely spoken a word since you both left the house which was concerning in itself because Mapi never shut up. Normally she’d be teasing you or complaining about how early it was, or making some ridiculous joke that only she found funny. But today? Nothing. Just the occasional sniffle and a dramatic sigh every five minutes.

You nudged her gently. “You okay?”

Mapi turned her head slowly, eyes half-lidded, and pointed to her throat before dramatically pretending to cry.

“Oh no, poor baby,” you cooed, biting back a smile as you placed your hand on her thigh and squeezed softly.

She glared at you and grabbed her phone, typing something before holding it up. There, in big capital letters, read,

THIS IS YOUR FAULT.

You gasped. “How is this my fault?”

She sniffled loudly and typed again.

You stole my blanket. I got cold. Now I am dying.

“That is not how sickness works, amor, and you’re not dying, just dramatic.”

She squinted at you like she was contemplating murder, but thankfully, before she could, the media team called her name and she let out the most pathetic attempt at a groan before pushing herself up from the chair. You followed, because you knew she was going to need help. She was supposed to film an interview, answer questions, be her usual charming and slightly ridiculous self. But that was hard to do when she sounded like an eighty-year-old smoker.

As soon as the cameras were ready, Mapi cleared her throat and opened her mouth to speak. Nothing. A horrible, scratchy wheeze came out instead, making her sound like a broken door hinge. The crew exchanged glances, and you pressed your lips together, trying not to laugh. Mapi looked horrified.

One of the interviewers hesitated. “Uh…do you want to reschedule?”

Mapi shook her head quickly, grabbing her phone again.

No, I am professional.

You snorted. “Yeah, okay.”

She sent you a withering look and started typing furiously. Then she handed you the phone.

You do it. Be my voice.

You blinked. “Wait, what?”

She nodded firmly, crossing her arms.

The media team seemed amused by the idea. One of them spoke up. “So…you’ll answer her questions for her?”

Mapi pointed at you, then gave a thumbs-up.

You sighed. “Fine. But if you make me say something stupid, I swear-“

She grinned,,which was probably the first real sign of life you’d seen from her all morning since you’d dragged her ass out of bed.m

The interview began, and the first question was a simple one. “How are you feeling today, Mapi?”

You glanced at her, and she immediately typed on her phone before shoving it at you.

You read it aloud. “I feel amazing. Very strong. Possibly the strongest I have ever been.”

The interviewer looked at Mapi skeptically. “You…don’t sound amazing.”

Mapi scowled, typing furiously for a second.

You glanced at the screen again.“I am perfect. I am unstoppable. Only weak people get sick.”

Mapi nodded sagely.

You rolled your eyes. “She’s literally dying.”

Mapi nudged you sharply with her elbow, and you yelped.

“Okay, next question,” the interviewer said, clearly entertained. “Who is the funniest person on the team?”

Mapi smirked and started typing.

You took the phone and read, “Me, obviously.” Mapi grinned,and you continued reading. “Also, my girlfriend is very funny, but only on accident. Most of the time, she is just dumb.”

You looked up in outrage. “MAPI.”

She was shaking with silent laughter, and the media team too, was losing it. The interview went on like that, with Mapi answering every question through you, except half the time she was using it as an opportunity to make fun of you.

Finally, the interviewer asked, “Okay, last question. What’s the best part about being in a relationship with your teammate?”

Mapi’s smirk softened slightly, and she typed slower this time.

You took the phone and read, “She makes me happy. Even when she is annoying. And even when she steals my blanket and makes me sick.”

Your heart melted a little. “Oh, Mapi.”

She gave you a tired smile.

Then she grabbed the phone again and typed one last thing.

Also, I am much better at football than her.

You groaned. “I take back every nice thing I was about to say.”

Mapi just laughed well, wheezed- and rested her head on your shoulder as the interview wrapped up.

**

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WIP excerpt for belconna behind the cut, who wanted just anything fluffy with Kon and is getting "time-travel boyfriend and Tim's bi awakening". (( chrono || non-chrono ))

“I’m not a stalker. Or a control freak,” he attempts to protest. The most handsome man in the world’s grin turns sly. 

“Oh yeah?” he asks. “Never engaged in a little bit of light night photography? Maybe some casual birdwatching here and there?” 

Tim stares blankly at the most handsome man in the world. The most handsome man in the world keeps grinning slyly at him. 

“We’re in Bristol, not Gotham,” Tim finally says defensively, and the most handsome man in the world throws his head back and cackles. 

“Oh my god, this is the best thing that has ever happened to me,” he wheezes. “This is the best day of my literal entire life.” 

“Are you a supervillain?” Tim asks warily, and the most handsome man in the world laughs again, big and loud and filling up the whole museum-quiet living room–the whole museum-quiet house, it feels like–and then drops down onto the good couch and drapes his arms over the back of it as he kicks his heavy black boots up on the equally-good coffee table and crosses his ankles. They have buckles on them. And steel toes. And buckles. 

Maybe he mentioned the buckles already. 

Tim should tell the most handsome man in the world that his parents don’t allow shoes on the coffee table or slouching on the couch, but the most handsome man in the world’s legs are long and thick and muscled and, uh . . . and Tim was thinking about something, probably? Like . . . something. The coffee table, maybe? His parents wouldn’t really like someone putting their boots on the good coffee table, so that’s, like . . . that’s a . . . 

. . . the most handsome man in the world’s legs are really long. And like . . . long. 

No one’s muscles should look that cut through denim, Tim thinks accusingly. 

“Fuck, you are so cute,” the most handsome man in the world says, grinning wider. Tim completely forgets about the coffee table and tries to be normal about this. He . . . is not, probably. Probably he is not. In his defense, this is the literal most handsome man in the world and the guy keeps grinning at him, and also twenty-five seconds ago he didn’t even know he liked guys, much less big buff gorgeous unattainable ones in leather jackets who are Superman fans, of all things. “Naw, not in this timeline, kid. Maybe if you play your cards right in the long run, though.” 

“What?” Tim says, and the most handsome man in the world gives him a grin that’s all teeth. Both of his maxillary canines are either gold or have gold caps over them. Tim can’t tell which from here, but has some very weird thoughts about creative ways he could find out that are probably his vaguely-acquainted hormones’ fault. Like–really definitely are, in fact. 

“Down, boy, you are not old enough for me yet,” the most handsome man in the world tells him with a snigger. Tim dies of embarrassment, and also thinks–“yet?”

Tim thinks–“not in this timeline” and “maybe if you play your cards right in the long run”.

“Are you from the future?” he asks warily, and the most handsome man in the world looks delighted all over again. Tim is not normal about anything and never will be again, he’s pretty sure. 

He is even less normal about that “yet”, if this guy actually is from the future. Not that he actually expects a straight answer on that, obviously, just– 

“Man, you really are adorable,” the most handsome man in the world says. “Yeah, I am. Kinda fucked up with a magic-user, not actually sure what she did to dump me in your living room. At least I’m assuming it’s yours, I don’t actually recognize this house. You’re gonna move a couple times before you invite me over for the first time.” 

. . . okay. Well, Tim was apparently wrong about the straight answer thing, and doesn’t actually know how he feels about getting an actual straight answer that easily, much less that straightforwardly. He also doesn’t know how he feels about apparently not being straight, though, or about “invite me over” as a phrase, or even that “yet” from earlier, so that’s really just a couple more entries to add onto a pre-established list. 

“Uh,” he says while he’s trying to figure out what to say to that or how to handle . . . just any of this, really. The most handsome man in the world sniggers again. Tim isn’t sure if Current Him or Future Him is the one being laughed at, though he guesses those options aren’t really all that different and if nothing else are definitely not mutually exclusive. 

. . . god, he hopes Future Him isn’t anywhere around here. That sounds like one of those “break the timeline and undo reality and all that stuff by accidentally meeting yourself and causing a time paradox” kind of things. And also, like . . . probably really embarrassing, too. This is already embarrassing enough, and in several ways that make Tim feel like he’s missing something. Or . . . a few things, really. Like. A lot of things. So, so many things. 

Tim really does not like missing things, to be honest? It makes him feel–off-balance, kinda. Or just–weird, maybe? 

Unsafe, maybe. 

“You’re really just always the same cutest little weirdo stalker, aren’t you,” the most handsome man in the world says fondly, leaning his head to one side and resting his temple on his shoulder. His glasses slip down just enough to show his eyes, which are much more blue than Tim knows how to handle. Both of Tim’s parents have blue eyes. Tim also has blue eyes. Not a one of them look like that. 

Tim would probably be able to deal with the most handsome man in the world’s eyes being unexpectedly blue better if the most handsome man in the world’s eyes weren’t also looking at him like he was the most interesting . . . well, person in the world. “Man” would, admittedly, be kind of a stretch right now. 

The look on the guy’s face is still throwing him off, either way. 

Nobody ever looks at him like he’s especially interesting, is the thing. Like . . . ever, really. He says interesting things sometimes, Tim knows, and usually he’s smart and sometimes he’s even funny, but he’s not interesting. Like–not without even trying to be. 

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†  realizing he’s in love (in the worst, most sudden ways possible) : tim.

♦ sub title: aka, tim saying "oh" a lot. ♦ request: yes; just tim stuff ( none of this is my usual in depth style. ) ♦ beta’d: nope ♦ a/n: one of my shorter, tiny blurb drafts for all my tim anons. this is, 100%, shit writing. + gonna add a little thing here rq since i've been asked about it: tim, canonically, does drink a lot of caffeine lol and his sleep issues are not related to that. i am fully aware - i grew up reading these comics? i am also aware he is not actually the coffee addict of the family ---- that would be, very well known, barbara. so please don't get bent in my inbox thinking i don't know things about the characters i am writing lol ive spent just about all 26 years of my life with them. i actually have a whole, old, post about his lover switching him to hot chocolate because /caffeine/.

When You Call Him Yours (Casually, Like It’s Nothing)

it happens in the middle of a mission debrief.

you’re standing next to him, arms crossed, expression sharp as you go over details with the team. tim’s half-listening, skimming data on his tablet, fully absorbed in work mode until you say something offhandedly.

"well, yeah, but tim’s mine, so obviously i trust his intel."

tim’s brain short-circuits.

his fingers freeze over the tablet screen, breath catching, stomach flipping so violently that he might actually be dying.

yours.

you called him yours.

the conversation continues without him while he’s just standing there, processing, staring at nothing, trying to reboot his entire existence.

by the time he finally snaps out of it, the conversation is over, and you’ve already walked off.

tim just stands there, blinking, feeling like he’s been hit by the batmobile.

“oh,” he mutters to himself, completely dazed.

When He Instinctively Pulls You Into His Lap (Without Thinking)

it’s late. you’re both exhausted, curled up on the couch at the manor, half-watching a movie neither of you are paying attention to. tim’s mostly staring right past the screen, and you’re leaning against him, half-asleep, boneless and warm.

and then, without even thinking, tim just moves.

one hand grabs your wrist, the other tugs at your waist - effortless, casual, instinctual. in one smooth motion, you’re in his lap, legs draped over his, his arms lazily settling around you.

you blink, startled. "tim?"

tim, meanwhile, is absolutely not functioning.

because oh, shit.

he didn’t even think about it.

it was natural. automatic.

like his body just knew you belonged there.

“oh,” he says blankly, blinking rapidly. “uh. sorry.”

you tilt your head, clearly not bothered, just amused. "are you? because you haven’t let go."

tim looks down and he is, in fact, still holding you.

tightly.

like he has no intention of letting go.

“…huh.”

When He Catches Himself Staring (For Way Too Long)

you’re just talking. laughing about something, gesturing with your hands, eyes bright and expressive.

tim is listening. he thinks.

actually, no.

he’s staring.

hard.

like he’s trying to commit every tiny detail to memory - the curve of your lips, the way your nose scrunches slightly when you laugh, the way your hands move when you talk.

and then?

you catch him.

you pause mid-sentence, raising an eyebrow. "tim?"

tim blinks. realizes. malfunctions.

he was just staring at you. like an idiot.

for god knows how long.

“oh,” he says, clearly panicking. “uh. yeah. sorry. i—"

you smirk, leaning in slightly. "you okay there, boy genius?"

tim, whose entire brain just blue-screened? absolutely not okay.

he just clears his throat aggressively and looks anywhere but at you.

“fine,” he mutters, ears red. "totally fine."

When He Lets You Take His Coffee Without Complaining (And That’s… Not Normal)

tim does not share coffee. he does not share most things.

it is a known fact. a rule. a law of the universe.

but then one morning, you take his cup right out of his hands.

no hesitation. no asking.

just a casual theft.

and instead of stopping you - instead of glaring or grabbing it back like he normally would;

tim just lets you.

no argument. no protest. nothing. just continues with what he was telling you.

jason, sitting across the room, watches the whole thing and immediately loses his shit.

“oh my god,” jason cackles, pointing at tim like he’s a science experiment. “you’re so fucking gone.”

tim blinks, confused. “what?”

jason gestures wildly. “you just let them take your coffee, dude. you don’t even let bruce take your coffee.. you tried to threaten alfred once.”

tim opens his mouth. closes it. turns to look at you, where you’re happily sipping his coffee without a care in the world.

“oh,” he mutters. "oh, shit."

you pause, glancing between them. "what’s happening?"

jason grins like it’s the funniest thing in the world. "tim just realized he’s in love with you."

tim chokes on air.

you blink. “…just now?”

jason nods.

tim groans, face in his hands.

When You Leave for a Few Days, and He Absolutely Cannot Handle It

it’s just a short trip. three days, tops. nothing serious.

tim thinks he’ll be fine.

he is not fine.

the first day? manageable.

the second day? sucks.

the third day? absolute hell.

when did he become so.. attached? he has no idea.

he doesn’t sleep right. he doesn’t focus. he keeps checking his phone, scrolling through old messages, rereading things just to feel like you’re still close.

and when you finally come back?

tim doesn’t even hesitate.

the second he sees you, he’s pulling you in; arms tight, head tucked into your shoulder, breathing you in like he’s been drowning without you.

you freeze for a second, startled.

then, softly—“missed me, huh?”

tim exhales shakily, something he refuses to acknowledge. doesn’t even try to deny it. just holds you tighter and mutters into your skin;

"don’t ever leave me that long again."

and that’s when he knows.

he’s never letting you go.

Bonus: What Happens After Tim Realizes He’s in Love

Denial. He will fight for his life trying to pretend like he’s fine.

Overthinking. Oh, you thought he was bad before? Now he’s worse.

Jason making fun of him. Every chance he gets.

Dick being proud. “Aww, my baby brother’s in love!”

Tim finally accepting it and immediately becoming the softest, most devoted partner of all time. ( he just isn't great at it all the time. because ---- long story short; he will forget. )

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Dp x Dc AU: Bruce has a 'if you can't beat them, join them' mentality about the tabloids claiming he adopts too many kids- Developing foster homes that are paid for through the Wayne inheritance, personally vetted by the Bats, they're the leaders in the space for child health outcomes and family placement. Insert Danny.

---

Bruce has too much wealth, too many rumors and not enough reach into the abhorrent foster homes around Gotham to improve them. Tim ends up being the one to suggest it- He's the one who buys up their real estate for their safe houses after all- and Bruce is more than ready to pull the metaphorical trigger to get new clean welcoming spaces, Bat-background checked fosters and a new era of adoption in Gotham underway.

He's lobbied the state and the federal government for reforms of course, but this is a project he can micromanage. He spends time with every kid that comes through, talks with all the families that want to adopt and makes sure that these miniature homes are provided only the very best. Alfred personally hires all the staff, and with Barbara more than happy to help relocate the unhoused children she spots while they patrol, the project is a glowing success.

Occasionally, spots in their houses fill up, and those are the weeks were Cass takes on the Cowl of Batman- Bruce Wayne will personally invite a child in need to his home. He always has one of his kids present (they rotate on a pre-determined schedule) and he does his best to try and get them to understand that they deserve the world, have all the potential that anyone else has and can achieve a bright future. That he will personally aid them in their ambitions.

PR goes crazy for it of course, but Bruce and all of his children know its genuine. Almost too genuine, because a betting pool 'WILL THEY BE ADOPTED' regularly circulates between the siblings and the entire JL when someone spends time at the manor. And not just the black-haired, Blue-eyed kids get picked as favored outcomes- but obviously the running joke gets passed around.

It's a Thursday night when Bruce gets the call that the houses have once again filled up, and that there is a child in need of a home. The social worker (he knows her as Marsha and he has flowers planned to be sent on her birthday next week, like he does for all of his employees) (Say micromanaged one more time) explains that the kid is a bit cagey but has opened up with some humor. She explains that he has a few strange... mannerisms. She's not sure what to make of him, a non-gothamite for sure but something is, well, distinctly 'not from around here' about his energy.

Danny arrives at the house, meets Duke and Alfred, and by the time Bruce meets him at the dinner table it seems as though Marsha had it all wrong. This kid was laughing, he was teasing, he was totally playing along like he'd gone through nothing. Bruce is glad he's in high spirits but its just so... so different from all the other children he's taken in.

Bruce re-focuses on the conversation when Duke mentions something flashing, and its the first time that Danny goes quiet. Entirely still.

"...you noticed that?" Danny quietly asks, a bit of disbelief in his tone.

"You don't have a flashlight on or something do you? It was super bright whatever it is that you had in your hand a second ago?" Duke tries to sound chill but he's looking very much not chill. Bruce saw nothing, and that puts him further on edge.

"Look... I uh, I've been though... I've been through a lot lately. And the last lab I was in kind of, messed with me. I'm normally much better at dealing with it all, I promise." Danny sounds nervous, and the room seems to chill.

"Ah shoot, sorry." Danny notices something and frantically apologizes.

"Sorry for what Danny? You've done nothing wrong but I am worried about you- You said you were in a lab?" Bruce is desperately trying to calm him down while not slipping into Batman interrogation mode.

"Uh, yeah, like a lot of labs. It should get warmer in a second, its just cause I startled, I promise."

"You're a meta." Duke speaks softly and with hope in his voice- Danny is looking between them with wide eyes filled with fear.

"I mean I don't technically have the gene-"

"Danny, have you told any of your case workers where you were? Do any authorities know what you've been through?" Bruce needs to know, desperately, that who ever gave this young boy super powers is brought to justice. Danny goes quiet.

"I'm really sorry." He says softly, but he doesn't leave them.

Duke and Bruce try to ask a few more questions but the silence that meets them declares the conversation over, even with Duke admitting he himself is a meta. Danny didn't even look up from his plate. They watch a movie after dinner, and Danny seems to get back to the smile-y happy guy he had been before dinner.

Each of the bat-fam have their own interactions with Danny- And even if they're getting along amazingly, Danny won't open up. He doesn't open up to his provided therapist. Doesn't talk to Alfred. No one knows what's up.

So when Marsha calls Bruce back explaining they now have a spot for Danny and he can move out of the Manor... Bruce replies that he'd like to get started on Adoption paperwork, so long as Danny is fine with it.

---

Turns out, Danny is fine with it. he's both the newest Wayne and their newest case. (And godamnit, his new family is going to avenge him. If only he'd let them try.)

Danny figures out that Duke= Signal early on because of that dinner, and if he's going to keep his parents out of jail, he needs to be as close to the investigation as possible. He knows that he shouldn't protect the Fentons, but he feels the upset in his core at the thought of letting them befall any harm. He has to protect them. Has to protect Jazz and her hiding spot as a mole within their lab. Has to.

Even if it meant lying to his new family who loves him, and who he loves in equal return. Even if it means lying to The Bats.

---

Tabloids go crazy about the black-haired blue-eyed thing of course, but no poll was ever taken by the batfam or the JL who know the whole story.

[click4rainy]

Yeah, whatever.

👽: He’s a cutie patootie FR. Had the BIGGEST crush on him when Ultra Sun came out. Have the biggest crush on him now. TEEHEE 🤭

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🖇️:Guzma x Reader (ROM Fic)

⚠️:(SFW), Fluffy, love hate relationship, he’s a big dumb bully that “totally” hates you. Slow slow burn. Rivals to lovers? Or enemies to lovers? Something like thatt

★ The sun hung lazily in the sky over Route 11, casting soft rays across the tall, waving grass. You were crouched low, gently coaxing a Cutiefly so you could add it to your Pokedex entry. The buzzing pokemon flitted about, wings shimmering in the light, but eventually settled on a large rock nearby, holding still just long enough for you to get a proper shot of it.

★ “Gotcha,” you whispered, standing up to brush the dirt from your knees.

★ “Ahww, look at you. Real impressive,” a familiar, grating voice drawled behind you.

★ You sighed, already knowing who it was without needing to turn around.

★ “Guzma,” you greet him flatly, as if his sudden appearance was just as normal as a Pidgey flying overhead…

★ Nothing better than the self proclaimed “Gang leader” of Team Skull approaching you. He had a knack for that it seemed. What a thorn in your side.

★ He stepped out from behind a tree, leaning casually against the trunk as he folded his arms over his chest. His white dyed hair sticking out wildly, matching perfectly with that fuck all attitude he always carried.

★ “You really got nothin’ better to do than babysit bugs out here?” He smirked, tilting his head to watch the Cutiefly dart away. “What, you tryna be a professor now? Fillin’ that Pokédex all proper?”

★Glancing up at him, almost chronically unimpressed with him at this point. “Yeah, some of us like helping out, you know. Not everything’s about causing trouble.”

★ “Tch—Sounds boring.” He kicked a pebble across the path, eyes flicking toward you in a way he hoped you didn’t notice.

★ But…you noticed. It was hard not to, considering how used to his antics you were. The sneering, the teasing. But something about the way he kept showing up around you, especially when you were obviously out by yourself. It made you wonder…

★ “Uh huh,” you replied dryly, stepping further down the route as if to leave him behind. “If it’s so boring, why are you here?”

★ “Pfft—i ain’t here for you,” he retorted quickly, catching up with you in three strides. “I’m just—ya know—scouting. This place’s on Skull’s uh, radar.”

★ You couldn’t control the lift in your brows, amusement coloring your features. “Really? Hm. Last i checked, Cutiefly weren’t exactly rare treasures for your big schemes.”

★ Guzma frowned, clicking his tongue. “Maybe I just like walkin’ around. Got a problem with that?”

★ You snort softly at his stupid, almost charming, defensiveness. Shaking your head, “No, no problem here. I just think its kinda funny how you always ‘happen’ to be wherever I am.”

★ His steps faltered for half a second before he regained his composure, shoving his hands into his pockets with a scowl. “You think too much, ya know that?”

•••

★ The two of you kept walking, the silence stretching out, broken only by the occasional rustling of wild Pokémon in the grass. It wasn’t uncomfortably awkward, though. Guzma, despite his reputation, had this strange way of being tolerable when he wasn’t actively trying to irk you.

★ As you crouched to inspect another little Pokémon, Guzma shifted from foot to foot behind you. Clearly restless.

★ “So…what, you really enjoy all this?” He asked suddenly, nodding at the Pokédex in your hand.

★ “I do.” You simply replied with a small shrug. “I like learning about Pokemon, helping them when i can…guess its just the way i am, i dunno.” You nonchalantly say.

★ Guzma scoffed, but his usual venom wasn’t there. “Figures. Bet youre the type to give a Potion to a wild Rattata or somethin’.”

★ “Maybe,” you replied with a small smile.

★ He stayed quiet after that, watching as you worked. After a while, you stood up and stretched your arms above your head.

•••

★ “Alright, I think i’m done for today.”

★ “Bout time,” Guzma grumbled, though he made no move to leave. “You headin’ back?”

★ “Yeah. You…wanna walk with me?”

★ His eyes narrowed suspiciously, like you asked him to confess his deepest secret or something. “And why, would i do that?”

★ “Because you clearly have nothing better to do.” You sigh, rolling your eyes at him.

★ Guzma opened his mouth for a snarky comeback but shut it just as quickly. Staring at you for a long second, his brows furrowing before shrugging dramatically.

★ “Fine, but don’t get any ideas. I ain’t bein’ nice or nothin’. Just…bored”

★ “Sure, sure.” You bite back a grin as you side glance him.

★ The two of you walked down the path, the heat of the afternoon sun easing into a cooler breeze. A flock of wingull circled overhead, their caws blending into the soft hum of the route. Guzma kicked at the dirt, his hands shoved deep into his hoodie pockets.

★ “So,” you began, glancing at him from the corner of your eye, “how long are you gonna keep pretending you don’t like hanging out with me?”

★ His head snapped towards you, his eyes widened before slanting at you. “Hah?! You kiddin’ me? I don’t—“

★ “Relax,” You laughed, matching his steps. “I’m messing with you. Mostly.”

★ Guzma huffed loudly, but there was a tiny smile playing at hush lips while dragging a hand through his hair.

•••

★ Guzma’s eyes drifted to the side, stealing glances at you whenever he thought you weren’t paying attention. Something about the way you smiled at wild Pokémon, or how gently encouraged a Metapod out of the path, made his chest feel weird—tight almost. He hated it.

★ “Hey,” he said suddenly, his chin nudging, pointing toward your Pokédex, “that thing tell you how strong a Pokémon is?”

★ “Kinda…? it’s more for cataloging, though…”

★ He snorts. “Bet it can’t ‘catalog’ my Golisopod.” He arrogantly points at you with a stupid smirk.

★ You grinned, ignoring his dumb jab and instead find interest in his ace. “You’re really proud of that thing, huh?”

★ “Damn right I am. Golisopod’s a beast.” He crossed his arms, chin lifting slightly.

★ “Well…” you teased, “if i ever catch one, maybe i’ll let you know how it compares.”

★ “Tch, good luck with that. You’d need me to show you the best spots.”

★ “Mmh, sounds like an excuse to hang out again,” you quipped, nudging his shoulder lightly.

★ Guzma looked away sharply, hiding the pink dusting his cheeks. “You wish…”

•••

★ The path eventually led to a small clearing. The sun finally dipping and painting the sky is soft oranges and pinks. The sound and smell of the nearby ocean faintly lingering in the air. Guzma slowed his steps, almost reluctantly. Like he was about to say something…

★ “What? are you scared of the dark?” You playfully ask, looking over tour shoulder to see him already catching back up.

★ “You’re so annoyin’ sometimes” he simply mutters, not bothering to pull away from you as your shoulders brush against each other.

★ Eventually, the sky had melted into deeper shades of purple and orange when you reached the edge of the route. The last bit of sunlight lingered on the horizon, but it wouldn’t be much longer until nightfall. Kricketot settled into their chirping, the evening proving its presence when the breeze nipped at tour akin, making it prickle.

★ Your eyes slid to the side, catching Guzma stealing yet another glance your way. He shoved his hands further into his hoodie pockets and looked away quickly, pretending to focus on a distant tree, as if it was the most interesting thing in the world.

★ “You know,” you drawled out, breaking the silence. “I can get home just fine from here. You don’t have to stick around…”

★He scoffed at that, waving off your words. “Yeah, right. Like i’m gonna let you wander off alone when it’s gettin’ dark.”

★ He saw you tilt your head, and tried to correct himself clumsily. “Wild Pokémon come out more at night…ya know?” he added, like you didn’t already know that.

★ “Ahh, that’s why you’re still here.” You press, but not too much.

★ “Exactly,” he said a little too quickly. “I mean…what kinda person would I be if i just let ya get jumped by Spinarak or somethin’?”

★ “Right…” you smirk, and he grumbled under his breath, tugging at the hem of his hoodie. “Don’t make it weird.”

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★ The two of you continued walking, the atmosphere quieter but of course for you, it wasn’t uncomfortable. Guzma’s usual snark had dulled, replaced by something that was definitely akin to awkwardness. Like he wasn’t quite sure what to do with himself.

★By the time you reached the path leading to your house, the stars had begun to scatter across the sky, twinkling against the almost pitch black canvas. The faint glow from your porch light illuminated the small, yet pretty front yard, beckoning you into the warmth.

★ “Well,” you said, stopping just short of the front steps. “Home sweet home.”

★ Guzma lingered a few feet behind, shifting on his heels. “Yeah…guess so.”

★ You tilted your head a notch, catching the way he seemed hesitant to leave. His gaze drifted over the house, as if he were searching for an excuse to stick around just a little longer.

★ “Thanks for walking with me,” you said softly, stepping up onto the first step

★ “Tch, I wasn’t walkin’ with you, punk.” He muttered, staring down at his sneakers. “I was just headin’ the same way. Pure coincidence.”

★ “Right, of course—pure coincidence.” You echo, rolling your eyes at him.

★ His gaze lingered a little longer than necessary, and you could see the faintest crease of hesitation in his brow. He stayed rooted to the spot, looking like he wanted to say something but couldnt quite get it out.

★ Without thinking too hard about it, you leaned in, pressing a quick peck to his cheek.

★ It was light—barely there—but the second you pulled away, Guzma froze like you had just taken his picture with the flash on. His eyes widened, hand instinctively shooting up to where your lips had been, fingertips brushing against his cheek, as if needing proof that had actually just happened.

★ “Goodnight, Guzma,” you said softly, turning back toward your door.

★ Before you could fully step inside, his hand shot out, gently wrapping his fingers around your wrist.

★ “Hey,” he muttered, voice lower than usual.

★ You glanced back around him, eyebrows raised. “Yeah?” For a moment, he didn’t say anything, his grip on your wrist wasn’t firm, but it was enough to stop you. There was something uncharacteristically soft in the way he looked at you. Something rare for the Leader of team skull.

★ “C’mere,” he said, tugging slightly, making you stumble toward him. His other hand hovered uncertainly by your waist, and his gaze flickered between your face and the ground like he was trying to work out if this was a terrible idea or not.

★ Before you could question it, Guzma leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. It wasnt rushed or over the top. It was a simple, soft kiss thag lingered for a few seconds longer than necessary. His hand stayed loosely around your wrist, thumb brushing gently over your skin.

★ When he finally pulled back, he didn’t move far. His forehead rested lightly against yours, and you could feel the heat radiating off his face, even as he tried to play it cool.

★ “Guess i’ll walk ya home more often,” he muttered.

★ “Oh yeah?”

★ He huffed, finally releasing your wrist, though his hand trailed down as if reluctant to let go. “I mean, yeah. You’re kinda alright, it’s not a thing though.” He smirks.

★ “So now i’m ‘kinda alright?’ Ha.” You teased, leaning against the doorframe.

★ “Yeahh, well. Don’t push it, short stack.” He shoved his hands into his hoodie pockets for the umpteenth time tonight, rocking on his heels with a small grin.

★ You couldn’t resist asking, double checking maybe? “so…are we just gonna pretend this didn’t happen or…?” You cock a brow.

★ Guzma shrugged, the grin turning slightly smug. “I dunno. Maybe i’ll letcha call me your boyfriend if ya catch up with me tomorrow.”

★ “Oh, let me?”

★ “uh, yeah? I got standards.”

★ You scoffed at his obvious joke, his tone weirdly softer than usual. As you opened the door, Guzma stood there, watching you step inside.

★ “Get some sleep, loser.” You say before shutting the door behind you.

★ He stood there for a moment, before turning around to make his own way home, his mind swirling with too many thoughts of you already. “Did i just officially, unofficially cuff them or…?”

👽: not me getting back into my pokémon era?!?! (This collected dust in my drafts.) Might continue this idkkkk tehe. Guzma let me fix you baby boy. Let me FIX you.

[ratskinsuit]

A Warm Embrace

Hazbin Hotel Lucifer x gn!Reader

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“Recently Lucifer has seeming more depressed than usual, constantly putting himself down, shutting himself off from everyone, and locking himself in his office for hours at a time, whenever he comes out he’s distant and moody, so you go and try to comfort him.”

Tags: Fluff, slight angst, Lucifer being sad, comfort

This was an anonymous request, if anything is wrong feel free to request again, but I hope I did well! I’m not the best at writing fluff but I tried.

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It was a normal afternoon at Lucifer’s castle, yet Lucifer was not out like he usually was. He has been really down and depressed lately, only leaving his office for meals, and during them he just picks at it and is silent. If you try to get him to come out he will just make excuses.

“Sorry I just have a lot to do.. like make..ducks and, paperwork…” He would say.

So you decided that enough was enough, and you would help him through this episode. You made him some warm lavender tea, some apple slices with honey, and an assortment of fruits.

You hum on your way to office, knocking and opening the door, stepping inside, you see your partner hunched over the desk, papers and rubber ducks scattered all around. His eyes are half-lidded, and bloodshot. His hair is a mess, knotted and messy, stands infront of his face. Hes wearing a random white t-shirt he found, stained with paint and dirt. He’s working on a duck, a pile on the floor next to him. He seems to not have heard you come in so you clear your throat.

He looks up from the duck he was working on. “O-oh hello darling, sorry I didn’t notice you came in, I was uh…” He glances at the duck. “…working.”

You walk up to his desk, setting his plate on it. “Yes, I can… see that..”You say, glancing at all of the ducks strewn across the room

“Oh- oh oh! Look what I made!” He says, picking up the duck he was working on proudly. “Presentinggg, the magictastical backflip ping rubber duck! That spits fire!” He says, in a showman type voice, smiling.

“That’s very nice honey…” You say, petting his hair.

He pauses for a second, and his face drops. “Who am I kidding this sucks!” He says, throwing it across the room with a sigh and looking down.

You look at him sadly, going behind him. “My love, I’ve noticed that you have been really on edge recently, you seem really depressed, and stressed..why don’t we take a break?” You say, rubbing his shoulders.

He looks at you with a fake confused expression, and lets out a fake laugh. “Haha! Me? Depressed? N-no way, I’m perfectly fine! I’m not stressed at all, I’m just uh… a little hyper that’s all! I’m okay!” He says, another fake laugh, obviously not okay.

“Darling we have been married for years now. I can tell your really worked up right now, why don’t we take a break and talk about it?” You say, going and sitting in his lap, resting your hands on his face, your thumb rubbing his face comfortingly.

He pushes his face against your hand, and looks down. “I… guess I have been a.. tad bit stressed recently…” He murmurs, still not used to people caring.

You give him a smile, and run your fingers through his hair and rub his back soothingly. This seems to calm him, as he leans against your chest and closes his eyes. You hum softly, continuing to comfort him.

After a couple moments you hear him mutter something unintelligible into your shirt. “Hm? What was that hon?” You ask.

He turns his head still leaning on your chest, before hesitating. “T…thank you for staying with me and caring for me…”He murmurs.. cheeks a bit red, obviously a bit embarrassed by his vulnerability.

You smile and give him a kiss. “Of course love, now why don’t we go take a bath, no offense but you kind of stink.” He laughs, his cheeks going redder. “Yeah I think that’s a good idea.”

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My first ever request done! I hope it was up to standards, I’m not very good at writing comfort, hope you enjoyed!

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

[gayfanservice]

Kei with a male reader. figure their on the debate club or something and Kei vents to them because their a non biased person regarding volleyball and his team. Figure they give encouragement and kei just bluntly asks them out.

Guess who’s back (back again) I am back! (Once again)

Friends to lovers, i dont know anything about debating

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“-and that tiny-ass-mother-”

“Too strong, Kei, try to keep the emotions at an even level so it doesn’t cloud your judgement.”

“Huh? I’m not debating this, he’s tiny!” Kei huffed, cheeks pink and puffed ever so slightly as (Y/N) chuckled.

“Right, sorry, continue.”

Kei was currently flopped on (Y/N)’s bed, who was sitting at his desk, a notepad and pen in hand, looking like a therapist.

“He’s so annoying. We’re doing basic drills and these two just keep arguing! They argue about this, they argue about that! All they do is argue!” His hands dramatically extended to the air.

“Mhm, and how does that make you feel?” Kei sighed at his friend’s poor attempt to be funny, who found it just a little funny to fuck with him. If Kei didn’t like him so much, he would’ve kicked his ass for not taking this outrageous news to heart.

“Awful, because after practice I came here only to have your ass joking about my suffering.” There was obviously no malice behind the words; a playful undertone was hanging from them as his heart sped up. He huffed, again, and rolled to his side, cheeks turning more red, “If you were there, you’d understand.”

“Maybe, the only teammate of yours I know is Yamaguchi.” (Y/N) continued writing in the notepad for a few seconds. “Do you know why they fight?”

“‘Cause they’re stupid.” Kei snorted out, a proud look on his face as he rolled onto his back. “And immature, can’t forget that part.” He heard his friend hum, acknowledging his words. “But, you have no idea how much that twerp gets me so… angry! Genuinely, he’s the most annoying guy I know!”

“Have the captains-”

“Captain, technically there’s just one captain.”

“Just gonna down-play one, got it.” (Y/N) grinned, “Has the captain and co-captain, or whatever term you guys use, talked to them?”

Remembering how the two were literally thrown out because they couldn’t get along with each other, Kei bursted into a short, obnoxiously loud laugh, “You have no idea, they literally kicked them out of the gym until they could get along!”

Surprise was evident on (Y/N)’s face, “Wow, that, uh, yeah, that is a pretty intense hatred.”

Kei let out a long, exasperated sigh. “I can’t deal with those two, I swear.” He mumbled, rubbing his face, glasses pushed up to his forehead. “Thanks for letting me rant, without much interruption of course.”

“No prob, dog-”

“Gross.” If only he didn’t like this debating nerd.

“It’s always good to get stuff off your chest.”

“Is that way you joined the debate club?”

“No, I just like telling people they’re wrong.”

“I- that happens? I thought… actually, I don’t know what I thought.” (Y/N) cackled as he continued writing. Kei’s heart swelled at the noise, staring at the faint outlines of those glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling, no doubt that (Y/N) had since childhood. He sighed obnoxiously loud, again, “What am I gonna doooo,”

“Well you could quit-”

“No?” Kei scoffed at the audacity of this man to even think he’d quit volleyball because of those two dumbasses.

“-or you can tough it out. Just because they don’t get along now, doesn’t mean they never will. I bet in a couple weeks they’ll tolerate each other and stop being annoying.” The emotionally intelligent one said, still writing in the notepad.

“Yeah, I will.” As if he wasn’t already doing that.

The two sat in silence, for only a couple minutes. Kei went onto his phone, scrolling through whatever app was available to him. His face was still warm, heart still faster than normal. He liked the other boy for quite some time now, but he never had the guts to actually say anything. Hell, Kei wasn’t even sure if (Y/N) even liked him as a friend, but at this point it’d be awkward if he didn’t, so he assumes yes.

Kei took a deep breath, heart pounding faster and face turning red as he sat up, phone discarded to the side. Might as well confess after spilling your hateful guts, right?

“(Y/N),” He got a hum as said boy stopped writing, making eye contact with a red Kei, “Wanna go out with me?”

(Y/N) froze, the bluntness and randomness completely taken him by surprise. He felt his face heat up and tried to keep his composure, “Wow, very blunt and straight forward, never expected less from you, Tsukki.” He grinned.

“Oh, fuck you.” (Y/N) laughed as Kei deadpanned, not fond of how his friend called him by his childish nickname. “Statement: retracted.” He crossed his arms and tilted his head.

“Wait- no- Kei, I’m sorry!” (Y/N) snorted, amused by Kei’s childish actions, “I’m sorry, you just took me by surprise and I had to get you back! Yes, yes, I’ll date you, sourpuss.”

“Hm, I don’t know if you deserve it anymore.” A smile crept onto Kei’s face no matter how hard he tried to stay nonchalant. (Y/N)’s grin widened, setting the notepad and pencil down.

“Fine, you leave me no choice,” He held his hands up in a mock surrender, “I guess we’ll both just be single for the rest of our lives, forever craving the touch of one another.” He held a hand over his heart, almost tipping the chair over with how far he leaned back.

“God, you’re weird.” Kei feigned disgust at the display in front of him.

The two laughed as they finished whatever they just did, the afternoon sun casting a shadow into the dimly lit room.

(Y/N) got up from his spot, “So, are we dating?” He asked as he sat beside Kei.

Kei’s heart once again sped up at the closeness of the other, “Uhm, I don’t know,” he didn’t know why he was awkward now, perhaps his brain was occupied with how easily he could lay down and finally cuddle (Y/N) like he’s thought of for the past couple of months, or perhaps it just suddenly got really hot out of no where, “are we?”

(Y/N) pretended to think, putting a finger to his chin as he leaned on Kei, “Sure, why not?”

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It has been… awhile lol

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