#Hehe characters go wiggle wiggle | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

meatonfork · 1 year

Note

HII I JUST READ YOUR BLOODY HELL AND I WAS WONDERING IF YOU COULD DO ONE WHERE THE READERS KIDNAPPED AND WHEN THE TEAM GOES TO FIND THEM THEY ALREADY KIMLED EVERYONE AND THEYRE JUST WAITING THERE CAUSE THEH DONT KNOW WHERE THEY ARE BUT THEY KNEW THE TEAM WOULD COME. IM SORRY IF I WROTE A LOT IM JUST EXCITED 💗💗

hello?? i’m so glad you liked bloody hell!! :’)

again, i’m still working on capturing everyone’s character, so PLEASE bear (🐻) with me hehe

——————————————————————————

Cried for help, help came

pairing: platonic 141 x gn!reader

grim is back yall :’)

warnings: usual cod violence, blood, death, the works ya know

——————————————————————————

your hands were shaking.

blood covered you from head to toe.

you were unrecognizable.

your wrists were rubbed raw from being chained to the wall. looking around, you honestly don’t remember how long ago that was.

the room reeked. death, blood, must. it invaded your nostrils, leaving no room for anything else.

you didn’t feel any pain. which seemed odd. you’d been here for so long.

how long was it?

a day?

a week?

a month?

however long it was doesn’t matter. you went through hell.

the room was dark most of the time. a single table with a chair was sat in the middle. in front of where you dangled. your feet had barely touched the ground. lifting your pounding head had been too much for you, so you let it rest against your chest.

“who the fuck are you” the man in front of you seethed. his breath reeked, but you still refused to talk.

this wasn’t supposed to happen. the mission was supposed to be in and out. easy as that. you guess the target had other plans. he’d caught you off guard while searching the building, efficiently knocking you out from behind.

you woke in a room you’d never been in before, panic immediately setting in.

when he didn’t get an answer, he lifted your chin. smooshing your cheeks in one hand, while a knife was grasped tightly in the other.

you were hungry.

so fucking hungry.

and tired. you could really use a nap.

“one more time, bitch. who are you.”

spit welled up in your mouth, and you spat right in his face.

he mouth turned up in a snarl, and he quickly sliced the knife over your right side. a hiss escaped your mouth.

this went on for what seemed like hours. questions thrown in your face, only for you to answer with silence.

the torture and the pain going on for longer until you ultimately passed out.

the next time you awoke, the room was pitch black, save for the light seeping under the door. you made quick work of loosening the ties around your hands.

the door opening made you flinch, and your eyes welled shut from the light suddenly invading your eyes.

footsteps made their way over to you, and you kept your head down. counting your breaths in your head, you waited until the footsteps stopped in front of you.

1 in

2 out

3 in

4 out

now.

with all your strength, you lifted your feet and flung them into the man’s abdomen, effectively knocking him to the ground. hissing, you wiggled until your hands were finally free and you dropped to the ground with a thud. your side was screaming in pain, and you were sure at least one rib was out of place.

the man got back up and threw himself on you. you yelped, and tried to slip out from under him. it was no use, you were just too weak.

he laughed at your weak attempts, and pulled a knife from his thigh. your eyes widened as he raised it above his head.

this is it. i’m dead.

he was too slow. just as he brought it down to go through your head, you jerked to the side. the knife pierced right below your collarbone, and you screamed.

you flailed your body, throwing your attacker off of you. as quickly as you could, you got up and flung yourself at him. with much discomfort, you pulled the knife from your shoulder and slit his throat. a small scream left his mouth before blood seeped through his lips.

movement by the door pulled your attention away from him. three more men stood in the doorway.

fuck.

the first man, tall and burly, but smaller than ghost, stalked toward you. a rifle sat in his hands, quickly setting his sights on you. you jumped for the table, pulling it down as a spray of bullets rained in your shadow.

a click was heard. he was empty. you leapt from behind the table and lunged for him.

knocking him down from the side, you put your thighs on his shoulders and snapped his neck. he was dead.

a shot rang out, and blinding pain hit your left thigh.

he fucking shot you.

you grimaced and rolled to the right. picking up the first man’s body, you used him as a meat shield. the thought almost made you throw up, but he was already dead. not many options.

sorry, dude.

the man was thrown off. you were using his teammate as a fucking shield.

pushing his body at your newest attacker, you caught him off guard. they both fell, and you used this time to go for the third guy. he was a lot closer than you remember, and you feel a dull thump thrown into your face.

a sickening crunch sounded from your nose. the metallic taste of blood ran into your mouth and you gagged.

fucking gross.

rebalancing, you looked up at him. his eyes held fire, and you didn’t blame him. looking to your left, just slightly, you saw the second guy’s gun. you leapt for it, feeling the presence of the man behind you.

you didn’t even look.

you just turned around and held the trigger.

he looked like swiss cheese.

oh fuck.

his body fell to the floor with a thump.

blood pooled the floor around you.

your heart was racing and tears blurred your vision.

you were gonna throw up.

you were too distracted.

a tug to your hair pulled you back, and you screamed in shock.

grasping at the hands holding your hair, you dug your dull nails into their flesh and drug your hands down.

a grunt was heard, and your hair was loosened. you spun and kicked his foot from beneath him, causing him to fall back. you ran the other direction but a hand held onto your boot, causing you to fall onto your arms. a sharp pain ran up your elbow, and you gasped.

looking back, you see menacing eyes and an ugly mustache.

ew.

you wind up and kick his ugly mustache as hard as you can. a loud crunch was heard, and he let go. cursing flooded your ears, and you crawled to the chains that held you up only a while ago. you grab them and turn back to fugly. wrapping them around his neck and pulling as hard as you could.

you watch as he struggles, but you don’t feel sympathy. his face turning purple and his eyes bulging.

his hands scrape at your arms, drawing blood. but, you don’t seem to notice. he finally goes limp.

you don’t let go.

you. don’t. let. go.

it seems that minutes pass before your hands grow too tired to hold him there. the pounding in your head is almost blinding, and you can’t seem to catch your breath.

you crawl over to the far corner.

they’re coming.

they’ll be here.

you don’t know how many times you repeat that before a hand is in your face.

a gloved hand.

a skull mask quickly invades your sight.

you don’t respond.

you hear talking, but can’t form any words.

“grim. grim, can you hear me?” ghost’s voice is softer than usual. his eyes aren’t as cold, and he seems concerned.

your eyes meet his. all you can manage is a nod.

“yeah. yeah, i can hear you.” your voice is scratchy after screaming and not using your voice for what feels like years.

“good. yeah, that’s good. are you hurt?” he knows you are. he can see it. your shaking form covered in blood and bruises. he can’t tell where you’re bleeding from.

“nah, im good. cant feel a thing, l.t.”

“shit. jesus fuck.”

“let’s get them outta here, yeah? place is a fucking bloodbath.” soap.

soap!

your eyes drift from your lieutenant up to your favorite mohawk sporting teammate.

“yeah, bird’s here. we’re good to go. i’m gonna pick you up, is that okay?” ghosts’s voice floods back into your ears. you give another nod before his hands lift you up and carry you out of the building.

your eyes are heavy, and the loud whirring of the chopper blades make your head scream.

your head rests on ghost’s chest as he rushes to the helo.

“kid, you gotta stay awake, alright? we’re almost there.” his voice carries panic, and you try.

oh, you try.

but the last thing you remember hearing is, “fuck! medic!”

when you come to, a blinding light makes you immediately shut your eyes again. beeping to the right of you floods your ears, and you let out a groan.

“fuuuuuck.” your throat is raw and screaming for water.

“you’re awake, here.” you open your eyes again to see price to your left holding water.

“how you feelin’, kid?”

“like shit.”

and it wasn’t a lie. your whole body aches. your face, your shoulders, your throat, your abdomen, all the way down to your toes.

“that’s expected. you took a beating, kiddo. the room looked like horror movie. couldn’t tell who’s blood was who’s.” price’s voice made your eyes well up with tears.

a hand being placed on top of yours finally makes your eyes drag up to his.

“i thought i was going to die, captain.” your voice was no longer sturdy, it was cracking. you were scared. you were just a kid.

“i know. i know. but you made it. really fucking impressive, kid. we’re all glad you’re okay.” he sounded emotional, and his thumb rubbed across your knuckles.

sniffling, you look around the room to see the rest of your crew passed out in the chairs to your right.

ghost manspread, knees hitting both gaz and soap who were situated on either side of him. his arms were crossed and his head was thrown back. soft snores escaped his mouth beneath his mask.

soap’s arm was thrown behind ghost’s chair as his head leaned on his shoulder. gaz was curled up, back to ghost. efficiently using him as a back rest.

you giggled and turned back to price.

“i missed you guys.”

“we missed you too, kid.”

——————————————————————————

a/n: thanks for reading! and ty for the request! i hope this is everything you wanted and more :’)

#simon ghost riley x reader #ghost #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish x reader #soap cod #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick x reader #kyle gaz garrick #john price x reader #john price #cod x reader #cod mw22 #gn!reader #task force 141 #angst #thank you for reading #i love them sm #i dont know how to tag #grim au

6K notes · View notes

doobea · 9 months

Text

BLLK - Relationship HCs + Songs That Describes It

contents: gn!reader, super fluffy, sfw, established relationships characters mentioned: isagi, bachira, nagi, chigiri, reo, rin a/n: probably a bunch of these floating around but these are just my interpretations hehe

isagi - double take by dhruv

he absolutely adores you and will take a lot of selfies, short videos, and candid photos - whether you notice or not. this is because for your anniversary he wants to surprise you with a custom physical photo album.

does the little thing where he wiggles his hand in front of you, indicating he wants to hold yours. gets super pouty if you decline.

when watching reality dating shows, isagi will roll his eyes and call out toxic behavior, claiming that he'll never treat you like that.

he's super quick to defend you if your name comes up in a conversation. doesn't matter if he gets teased as a "simp" or "whipped", he's 100% down to fight whoever.

bachira - glue song by beabadoobee

has a habit of getting into pointless debates and silly arguments. the most recent one being if cereal is a soup - the answer is yes.

you guys have a secret code for each other. three shirt tugs being 'i love you', two tugs being 'let's leave together', and four tugs being 'i want to cuddle right now'.

loves it when you match his texting style, which heavily consists of emoticons and unconventional emojis.

likes to recreate those quick one-cup mug recipes that he finds on instagram and tiktok! not all of them turn out good but he's always eager to show you the final product.

nagi - sundays by emotional oranges

he goes wild at arcades in order to win you cute plushies, not that he has to try all that hard. all the other couples within the vicinity get jealous as they see you haul around a cart filled with giant stuffed saniro characters.

he probably has a battle station, the type with RBG lighting, two monitors, and a mic set up. in his clear PC case, he keeps polaroid photos of you guys so that whenever he's playing games or doing homework he can look over for motivation.

loves planning aquarium dates with you. he spends the majority of the time in the jellyfish section, pointing to various ones and saying "that's us", and you have to physically drag him out in order to explore the rest of the building.

don't be surprised if you're spending your weekends kissing and cuddling all day long. nagi doesn't care if it doesn't go anywhere, he's simply content just having you engulfed in his arms.

chigiri - every summertime by niki

if he notices that you're playing a song often, he'll add it to his personal playlist and act surprised the next time you compliment his music tastes.

he coordinates his outfits with you as much as possible. if you're wearing a pink top with white bottoms, he'll wear a white top with pink bottoms.

he lets you take the hot showers first, although he prays that there's enough warm water for the next round, and cleans up your stray hairs knowing that sometimes you're forgetful.

he's not usually a talkative person but, if you're the type to be uncomfortable with making calls or taking orders, chigiri will step up and do it for you. don't feel like making a doctor's appointment? he's got it covered.

reo - pink + white by frank ocean

his love languages are acts of service and gift-giving. that means whenever he's on the way home, he'll try and stop by your favorite cafe for your usual drink, text you if you have any packages that arrived in the apartment's package room, and asks if you want takeout.

if you guys are walking out of the store to a heavy downpour without an umbrella, reo will advise you to go back inside as he gets the car. he'll drive to the storefront and makes sure you stay dry.

loves leaving the last bite to you - especially when you're both out at an expensive restaurant. he'll even pretend to be full just so you can savor the last bits of his food.

you put him in charge of killing the bugs in the relationship, somehow he's super bad at it and half of them end up getting away.

rin - bad by wave to earth

if a fan requests a picture with him, he'll literally pose next to them like a stick figure with a blank expression. he thinks it unnecessary to touch them or smile if it's not with you.

the most frequent thing he texts you is asking if you've drank any water and if you've eaten today. saying no to any of them and he'll gently berate you over text, stressing over whether or not you're taking care of yourself.

anytime he is texting you, he covers his phone screen if people are around because he wants your chats to remain private between the two of you.

he constantly thinks about whether he's treating you right. he struggles a lot with his forms of communication but when it comes to you he wants to make sure that nothing is mistranslated. the last thing he wants is for his ego to get the best of him.

523 notes · View notes

roscgcld · 5 months

Text

DAYDREAMING!READER || so embarassing...

request: hi ! wondering how dd!reader somehow got drunk from a party and yuuta is protective of her (idk if they're old enough to drink but oh well - or yuuta would even let dd!reader drink) hehe~

note: my first bit of writing after being away for months! i am not really sure how things will go from here on out, since it really has been a hot minute since i’ve written anything. but i am hoping to be able to get back into the swing of things soon! xoxo

pronouns: she/her

!disclaimer! - mentions of alcohol and underaged drinking

daydreaming!reader masterlist | buy me a coffee?

“A party?”

Dark-blue eyes scanned over the ornate card that fell out from his morning mail, taking in the intricately written characters on the cream page. An engagement party between two smaller, but still influential clans, is to happen over the upcoming weekend. The newly engaged couple were a looker for sure, but Yuta wouldn’t put it past them to only be engaged for bloodline purposes. “Why would I even be invited to something like this?”

Still muttering to himself Yuta glanced away from the card onto the calendar that was on his wall to check his schedule. His eyes however would always drift from his messy calendar to the brightly decorated photobooth picture of himself and Y/N. and immediately, a smile tugs at the corner of his lips. Right, he is in a relationship with someone who was once the most sought after bachelorettes; and with his distant but constantly talked about (thanks, Gojo Satoru for not being able to keep his mouth shut when it comes to talking about his beloved students) connection to the Gojo clan, it was no wonder he gets invites to high profile parties.

Still - that doesn’t mean he wants to be. “I wonder if Y/N wants to skip this one or not..”

He got his answer not long after opening that invitation; and that is how he found himself scrolling mindlessly on his phone as he waits for Y/N to model another dress in a store that she had called in advance to shop in. Before this he had picked up his dry-cleaned suit, and after making sure it was ‘on theme’ with whatever dress Y/N has in mind, he was dragged into the dress store he is in right now. All in her quest to ‘find the perfect dress’.

“Okay, how about this?,” The sound of a familiar voice brought Yuta out of his mindless scrolling as he glances up; his eyes immediately landing on a pair of bright doe eyes looking at him expectantly. The dress Y/N had on was one was definitely one of his favourites - a soft swirl of reds, yellows, and creams over a simple spaghetti-strapped dress that ends around her knees. It hugged her figure well, yet being loose enough where it doesn’t seem like it’s about to break open if she chooses to take another piece of chocolate cake from the dessert table. “I think this is one of my favourites so far.”

Y/N huffs and puffs her cheeks out a little in thought as she spun around to check the length of the dress from the back; her mind seeming to wander as she gently runs her hands down the smooth fabric. “I like it too,” Y/N states finally as she meets Yuta’s eyes through the mirror, a smile tugging over her pretty features that had Yuta’s cheeks warming up from embarrassment. Now why is he still getting embarrassed whenever she smiles at him? “I think I am going to get it.”

“A good choice,” Yuta somehow replies back with ease as he watches her skip back to the dressing room, a soft chuckle leaving his chest at how adorable she looks. He was sure if he squinted hard enough he’d see happy cat ears on the top of her head wiggling in excitement, all because Yuta agreed with her on the dress. Yuta wasn’t too sure why Y/N would want his opinion, since he found everything she wore beautiful.

But this was also an excuse for him to spend more time with her, so he wasn’t complaining too much.

It didn’t take too long after that for them to be out of the store, Y/N waving at the saleswoman while Yuta held onto her hand and the bags over his shoulder along with his suit. “Should we be getting a gift for the new couple?,” Yuta asks Y/N curiously as they got onto the elevator to make their way towards another store to continue their shopping spree. “It would be bad if we showed up empty-handed.”

“A lil’,” Y/N admits as she looks up at Yuta, resting her cheek against his shoulder as he raises an eyebrow in response. “Usually ‘tosan would pick up an expensive bottle of sake. You know, those brands that are made by old families with old techniques,” Y/N continues as she leads Yuta off to a shoe store so she can browse for some heels. “I doubt we can get alcohol at our age...maybe something more useful? Like a toaster oven - everyone needs a toaster oven.”

The shopping day passed and before Yuta knew it, the engagement party day was upon them. Yuta and Y/N had decided to get that toaster oven that he had suggested at the mall, so they left their perfectly wrapped giftbox on the overflowing table at the entrance of the party before they made their way deeper into the ballroom. Y/N had immediately led them towards her parents, who greeted the teen couple with warm smiles and hugs.. “How has school been, you two?”

After some catching up Y/N and Yuta started to mingle with the others, slowly making their way towards the young couple to share their well wishes. The young man, Ida, and Yuta both hit it ofg; talking about a video game series they were both into as Y/N and the girl, Iori, fawned over the dress Y/N was wearing.

“Oh - how rude of me,” Ida comments after a few more moments, giving Yuta a kind smile as Yuta gave him a curious glance. The young man gestures for a server over, and Yuta’s eyes immediately caught onto the familiar wide-mouth glasses. As both him and Y/N were handed a glass each, Yuta leaned down to take a snip of the clear liquid and immediately caught onto the familiar scent of sake. “I know we aren’t supposed to be drinking until we’re of age..but what is a celebration without some alcohol? Of course, you do not have to if you don’t want to.”

Now Yuta is not dumb; although the laws are strict, it wasn’t uncommon for people to drink under the age of 20. Even more so when you come from a noble household; alcohol and politics tend to come hand in hand. And he wouldn’t lie and claim to be a saint either - he’s joined in on Yuji and Maki’s drinking sessions in their dorms as they played a few rounds of poker. It was through those experiences that he realises that he has quite the tolerance.

So he wouldn’t be opposed to taking a shot of two; but what he is worried about is Y/N. Who, now known to everyone, has little to no tolerance for alcohol. However, the few seconds he had taken to stare at the small ceramic cup and look over at his girlfriend, Y/N had already tipped head head back and drank half of her sake. Immediately he stared at her with wide eyes as she made a face at the taste of the alcohol, yet she put on a smile without missing a beat as Iori giggles and takes a more appropriate sip from her cup.

Since it would look odd if he didn’t do the same he took a careful sip as well, enjoying the distinctly nutty taste of the drink as he wraps his free arm around Y/N’s waist. “As much as I don’t want to be a party pooper, I do feel a little bad drinking below the age limit,” Yuta admits with a chuckle, wordlessly taking a glass of juice when a server passes by; handing it off to Y/N as she carefully finishes the rest of her sake so she can hold the glass of juice. The speed with which she did it had Yuta cringing ever so slightly in concern. “Plus, I am not sure if it is a good idea to return to campus drunk...”

“Ah, right! You and Y/N-san are both enrolled in Tokyo branch of Jujutsu Tech,” Ida commented with sparkling eyes, looking very interested at the idea of the school as Iori rolled her eyes fondly at her fiancé. Probably a conversation she has heard one too many times. “I am a little jealous. I’ve always wanted to enrol myself, since getting to work with fellow jujutsu practitioners my age may do me some good. But alas, I didn’t manage to pass the entrance exams myself. It would be great if you’d share some tips!”

‘Oh - uh..I can try?”

And just like that Yuta found himself talking to Ida about college, in between the splendour of other grand sorcerers and influential families around them rubbing shoulders. It is during this conversation that both himself and Y/N, due to the fact that they were just standing to the new couple, were offered a few drinks by the other party goers. No one seems to care about the fact that they were all underaged, nor the fact that giving them what seems to be unlimited amounts of alcohol to people their age can be quite an issue.

And unfortunately for the both of them, both Y/N and himself are people pleasers at heart; so every time they were handed a drink, they do not have it in them to say no. The difference however, is that Yuta can handle his drinks - Y/N, on the other hand...well, about two more glasses of champagne in and she was already giggly and seeming to be swaying on her feet. Immediately Yuta had his arm around her, calling over a server to bring him a glass of water quickly. “Alright, princess - that’s the end for you.”

“But whyy?,” Y/N lets out a whine as she stumbles into Yuta’s chest, giving him drunken puppy eyes that seem to work better than her sober ones. Maybe it was paired with how clingy she seems to get, pouting sadly like a scorned puppy as she seemingly tries to bury herself into his skin. But Yuta immediately felt his heart skip a beat as he stares down at the obviously intoxicated Y/N; who seems to have decided that she did not want to interact with anyone else, and want Yuta’s full attention on her and her only. “Y-Yuta~..”

“Hush,” Yuta mumbles with a soft chuckle as he thanked the waiter who handed him the glass of ice water, holding it up to her lips as Y/N whines and turns her head away from the chilled glass sluggishly. “Come on - don’t do this to me now,” Yuta said with a soft groan as he stills the pouty girl, coaxing her to drink from the glass slowly as Ida gave the couple an amused glance.

Yuta removed the cup after she took a few gulps, rubbing the small of her back as she rests her head on his shoulder with a huff. “You have quite the handful there,” Ida said with a chuckle, his words causing Yuta to let out a tensed chuckle as he gently strokes at Y/N’s waist. “Nothing new then,” Yuta replies back with ease just as a pair of footsteps made their way towards them, a familiar low whistle following soon after.

“Damn, the only day you two are allowed out and you guys are really making the most out of it.”

Yuta wasn’t surprised that his white-haired sensei was at the party - after all, it was an honour to have the most powerful sorcerer mingling amongst their guests. However, Yuta has a feeling that Gojo had only agreed because he had seen who had RSVP for the occasion. “As the responsible sensei that I am, I should be reporting you two to Yaga for breaking the rules.”

“G-Gojo-sensei!~,” Y/N greeted through a hiccup, forcing herself out of the warm hold Yuta had on her and stumble her way to the tall man with a giggle. Gojo, used to the antics of drunken people, casually opened his arms to catch his giggling student. His touch was respectful yet firm as he carefully glanced over Y/N’s face, shaking his head even as he carefully rests his hands on her shoulders. “Having fun, young lady?”

A drunken nod and giggle left Y/N’s lips as Yuta gave Gojo an unamused glance, handing the white haired man the glass of water Y/N was sipping on moments before. Gojo, not new to this rodeo, wordlessly grabbed the glass and had Y/N drinking from it with ease. Or more so he had a grip on the back of her neck to hold her in place as he carefully tilts the glass against her mouth so she can sip at it carefully. “How many did she have to drink?”

“From what I remember, the sake and some champagne. I drank the others,” Yuta said with a stressed sigh as he runs a hand through his hair, not noticing the guilty look Iori was sporting. Gojo noticed however, and just one simple glance at the younger girl had her shrinking behind her fiancé's shoulders. “W-Well...we may have had a shot or two of soju..”

“Who the hell is serving soju?,” Yuta asks in a clearly defeated tone, to which Ida just chuckles softly and gently pats him on the shoulder as a form of support. “Probably some of the other younger guests here. You can bring your own drinks in and have them with people,” Ida admits with an awkward cough before he gestures for someone to come over, giving Yuta a reassuring smile when the clearly stressed teen gives him a desperate glance in return. “We will prepare a room for you two to rest up first. Just give the staff a call and they will prepare a car as well. A simple gesture for dealing with my ramblings about college on what was supposed to be your off day after all.”

Yuta was relieved - at least he would be able to sit Y/N down and let her sleep the alcohol off for a bit before even attempting to make their way back to campus. So, with the help of Gojo, they managed to guide the clearly whiny and stumbling Y/N towards the back where there was a room prepared for them without arousing the stares of the other party goers around them. “Yuta, I thought you were more responsible than this.”

“You know her and her alcohol,” Yuta grunts as he kicks his dress shoes off messily, giving one of the maids a thankful look when she quietly states that she will bring more water for them. Ignoring the tsk that came out of Gojo, he leaves the man be to balancing a giggling Y/N as he bends down to unbuckle her heels. Catching onto her ankle so she does not kick his nose clean off his face once he managed to get the first one undone. “I *hic* c-can d- *hic* do it myself..”

“No, you can’t,” Yuta grunts as he managed to get her heel off before carefully setting her foot down, Gojo letting out a sudden grunt when she seemed to have stumble straight into his chest from that alone. Yet Yuta didn’t bat an eye as he quickly takes her other shoe off, taking the step up into the tatami covered floor leading into the room. “Alright, I can grab her from here. Can you go and lay some cushions together, sensei?”

“On it,” Gojo hums as he takes his dress shoes off with ease before he made his way into the room, where a maid was carefully laying out a mattress and some pillows for Y/N to rest on. “Alright princess, hands on my shoulders,” Yuta hums as he held onto Y/N’s waist, guiding her to take the step into the room before he carefully led her towards the makeshift bed pressed up against the wall. “And down you go.”

Y/N huffs out a giggle as she was sat on the mattress, giving Yuta a wide smile as he stares down at her with a blank look on his face. He was definitely not impressed at how mischievous she is being. “Do not even start with me,” Yuta sighs out before he waves Gojo off, since the older man knows that Y/N was going to get an earful. So all he did was wave at them with a cheeky smile of his own as he walked out of the private room, closing the sliding doors behind him to provide the couple with some privacy. “We’ve talked about taking drinks without thinking, Y/N.”

“Y-You’re not my d-dad!,” Y/N whines out with a huff as she crosses her arms over her chest with a pout, looking like a scorned kid with her sleepy eyes as she looks away from her brooding boyfriend. Yuta sighs and closes his eyes in defeat, quietly squatting down in front of her after shrugging his suit jacket off. “What am I going to do with you?”

Wordlessly he drapes his jacket over her shoulders before he turned to face the table behind him, intending to grab a glass of water for Y/N so she can drink from it again. However a familiar hand grabbed onto his shirt sleeve, causing him to pause before he looks back at Y/N. Who was now sporting tearful eyes as her bottom lip trembled ever so slightly. “Oh...princess,” Whatever anger or annoyance Yuta felt immediately left his body as he turned to give Y/N his full attention again, scooting over the tatami flooring on his knees so he can wrap the sniffling girl up in his arms. “I know you didn’t mean to get this drunk..you just didn’t want to ruin the mood.”

Y/N sniffles and buries her face into Yuta’s chest, completely forgetting that she was wearing a face of makeup that can transfer onto his white button up. Yet Yuta doesn’t seem to care either as he gently pats the back of her head, careful not to mess up her perfectly done updo while he tries to comfort Y/N. “It’s a simple mistake. Everyone makes them - don’t beat yourself over it, okay? I’m sorry for seeming to be angry at you, you didn’t do anything wrong alright? I just worry about you all the time..”

Another sniffle and a soft nod was all Y/N gave him, and without another moments notice he carefully collected her into his arms. Shifting himself about so he was now seated on the mattress instead; having placed Y/N so she was curled up against his chest comfortably. “Alright,” Yuta said with a sigh as he settles down against the wall behind him, crossing his legs in front of him as Y/N wraps her arms around the jacket she had over her shoulders still. “To be honest, as much as this is not ideal, I am not opposed to going home early.”

While Y/N didn’t show her tearful face, she did reach over to smack him on the chest gently; as if she was reprimanding him for once again giving into his anti-social behaviours. “I am being serious - I was getting kinda desperate when Ida wanted to talking about nothing more than college. If Jujutsu Tech needed a spokesperson, I’ll make sure to put his name down for the position.”

It took a few more moments of silence and gently swaying from Yuta’s end, but soon Y/N has claimed down and seems to have grown sleepy. “Are you hungry?,” Yuta asks her quietly as he quietly gestures for the maid to come over to bring them some food over, looking down at Y/N when made a face at the thought of food. However Yuta wasn’t sure if she had eaten anything before the party, as he hadn’t had time to cook them something simple before they left. It might explain how. after just a few drinks, she was as drunk and confused as she was. “I know you are going to hate me, but you need to eat some food before we try to get home, okay?”

All Yuta got in response was incoherent grumbling, but he chose to ignore that as he quietly thanked the woman who handed him a plate of finger foods for them to nibble on. Quietly Yuta picked up some karaage with his chopsticks before he held it up to Y/N’s lips, to which she drunkenly leaned forward before taking a bite from the fried chicken. “Careful,” Yuta coos at her and shifts his arm to pick up the piece of fried chicken skin that had dropped onto her chest, wiping at it carefully so he doesn’t end up smudging the sauce all over the fabric by mistake. Because he was sure that even at her drunken haze, she will not let him hear the end of it if he allowed for any of the food he was feeding her to stain her dress.

He fed her a few more bites of the different foods before she whined that she didn’t want anymore. So he just grabbed the glass of water that he had set aside and helped her to take another sip of water, giving her a smile when she takes a big gulp. “There you go. Good girl.”

(rose: the way i giggled at that line was embarrassing - one man should not have that much power over me T^T)

A soft burp was all Yuta got in response, to which Yuta just snorts before he opens her purse after struggling with the clip to find a packet of tissues. After a few more bites of snacks in between, and an entire pint size glass of water down, Y/N was starting to gain some of the colour back to her face. “I wanna go to the bathroom..,” Y/N whines as she gently tugs at Yuta’s shirt, to which he just raises an eyebrow at her before he nods and starts to help her up from the ground.

He did stand for a few moments and wiggled his toes so he can get the blood flowing back down his legs before he started to lead her towards the bathroom, noting that Y/N was not tripping on her own feet as much. He let her use the bathroom by herself, but he did make sure to keep close to the door so he can rush in if she falls.

Thankfully nothing happened, and when she did come out of the bathroom, all she did was pout before she rests her forehead against his shoulder sleepily. “Can we go home?,” She grumbles, to which Yuta gave her an amused glance before he held a hand out for her to take. “Yes ma’am. Whatever you say.”

Yuta, being a man skilled at avoiding people, somehow managed to navigate his way through the busy partying crowd to allow himself and Y/N to escape. They did stop briefly to inform the engaged couple and her parents that they were leaving, with Yuta buttering them up and informing them that they have other engagements while skilfully hiding how drunk Y/N still was. He assured her parents that she was just tired, as they did have a few back to back assignments and reports that they had to do before the dinner had begun. He didn’t bother to lie to Ida and and Iori - instead reassuring the young couple that they will make it home safely and that he will text them the moment they make it back to the dorms.

Although it was last minute, thankfully their driver had just rounded the corner after grabbing some dinner for himself. So he picked the young couple up, being quite concerned for Y/N as he rarely sees her as drunk and out of character. Yet Yuta reassured him that she was feeling a lot better; so the older man made sure to give Yuta a plastic bag just in case Y/N chose to loose the contents of her stomach before they drove off.

Y/N, although still drunk, thankfully did not suffer much motion sickness - so she just closed her eyes and rests her head on his shoulder throughout the drive. Yuta, deciding that it was too much work to wake her up and make sure she walks carefully down the long and winding hallways of their school, grabbed the keys to her room from her purse just as they were rolling up the front of their college dorm. He got out first, and after adjusting her dress carefully, leans inside to pick her up form her seat bridal style. “Do you need help, Okkotsu-san?”

“No, I think I can manage from here,” Yuta replies back with a warm smile, nodding for the kind man to drive off as he gently shifts the sleeping Y/N in his arms. With another round of mumbled pleasantries Yuta turned to walk back into the college, passing through the gates and into the familiar wooden hallway. Thankfully, as it was a normal school night, the others were either locked away in their rooms to sleep or are hanging out with one another past the curfew time. So Yuta managed to get them back into her dorm with minimal effort.

“Alright princess, here we are,” Yuta chuckles as he closes the door behind him, greeting Catoru with a coo as the furball ran towards them in greeting. “Wait first, you menace. Gotta put your mum to bed,” Yuta chuckles as the ball of white weaving around his legs, gently nudging the purring cat aside as he stepped deeper into Y/N’s room.

He carefully set her down in her bed before he started to get to work - taking her heels off before he proceeded to help change her into one of his shirts to sleep in comfortably. He even help remove her makeup with some micellar water, making sure to be careful to wipe her face bare of any products. He did attempt to recreate her skincare routine; but after being intimidated by the many bottles on her vanity, he just stuck to the basic toner pads and moisturiser combo.

It was better than nothing.

“Guard your mother,” Yuta mumbles to Catoru quietly as he reaches over to pet the resident cat, smiling gently when he made a noise while rubbing his head against his hand. After making sure Y/N was all tucked into bed (along with a plushie for her to cuddle with), he refilled Catoru’s water and food bowl. Deciding to let her sleep along comfortably in bed for the killer hangover he was sure she will have tomorrow.

And he wasn’t wrong - he was in the midst of pouring himself some coffee the next morning when he heard what sounded like an animal’s pained moan; followed by a sloppy knock being thrown at his door. Yuta lets out an amused chuckle as he walks over to the door and opens in, chuckling softly as he was met with squinted eyes and a pout that expressed pain and annoyance. “How bad is it?”

Y/N grumbles as she gently pushes her way through the doorway, planting her forehead squarely against his chest as Yuta closes the door behind her with an amused look. “Come on - I’ll make some brown sugar toast for you. The sugars will help,” Yuta chuckles softly as he carefully let Y/N into his room and onto his bed, immediately going over to his drawers to find some panadol for her to take. “Ugh..this is so embarassing...”

“You’re fine,” Yuta comments with a chuckle as he handed her the pain killers and a glass of water, going back to the kitchenette in his room so he can finish pouring his coffee and start on mixing the brown sugar and butter mixture for the toast. “You didn’t embarrass yourself too hard. Sure, a few people noticed, but so far no videos of anything you’ve done have surfaced.”

Even though it was all in gest, Y/N gave Yuta the dirtiest look she can muster at that moment before falling back against his pillows, cuddling up with Catoru who must have followed her in. “Not on my black bedsheets,” Yuta sighs softly to himself as he stared at the white furball happily rolling around on his comforter, knowing that he will have to lint roll it later so he doesn’t wake up with fur in his eyes or mouth until the next time he washes his bedsheets. Yet he made no other comment as he puts the buttered bread into the toaster oven, keeping an eye on it so it doesn’t burn.

Soon he was sitting down on the bed besides Y/N, a mug of warm tea in one hand and a plate with two pieces of sugary toast in the other; giving her a comforting smile when she peeled a sleepy eye open. “Breakfast is ready,” He coos down at her as Y/N gave him a gently but grateful smile, slowly sitting up as she reaches over to take a sip of tea. “Feeling a little better?”

“A little,” Y/N admits as she sets the mug of tea aside, thanking Yuta when she was handed the plate before taking a bite from the warm food. A soft hum of happiness left her lips when she tasted the brown sugar on her tongue, her reaction causing Yuta to smile gently as he adjusted himself against his bed. They were both silent as she slowly finished her meal; with Yuta going on his phone as he pets Catoru with his free hand, while Y/N quietly chewed on her toast while trying to make sure she doesn’t leave crumbs everywhere.

When she was done she sets the plate aside and wiped her mouth and hands clean, quietly making her way over to her boyfriend before she curls up into his side. Yuta just lifted his arm without batting an eye, giving her a warm smile when she leaned up so he can press a kiss on the top of her head. “What am I going to do with you?,” Yuta mumbles with a soft chuckle, cuddling her closer to him while Y/n just lets out a pained moan.

Yuta just rolled his eyes fondly before he turned his phone off, deciding to just cuddle her and baby her for the rest of the day. He knows he should reprimand her for what she had done yesterday, since it was irresponsible for her to do so. But he also knew better - so all he did was gently stroke her hair and made sure she drank enough water and felt comfortable for the rest of the day.

He’ll just talk to her about it tomorrow.

wanna read more? > daydreaming!reader masterlist | buy me a coffee?

229 notes · View notes

goosewriting · 2 years

Note

Hello there, I just came across your blog and I am already liking what I am seeing! I’ve come here to make a request for a first kiss scenario with the rise brothers x reader (^▽^)

This isn’t necessarily important but I wanted to know if you ever considered doing matchups with the rottmnt turtles- I think it would be something fun for you to do if you ever do take a liking to this idea!

That’s all for now, remember to take care of yourself!

Taking the lead (rottmnt x reader)

summary: first kiss with the turtles!

relationship: Rise Leo, Raph, Mikey, Donnie x GN reader (separate)

warnings: a bit of first kiss awkwardness, 100% fluff

word count: 4.3k

A/N: tysm for the kind words!! hope you enjoy your stay c: as for the matchups, i’m personally not a big fan of them, especially because i wouldn't wanna pair you off with a character you don’t like or that isn’t your fave o’: so that will have to be a “no” for now, sorry! i DID love your request however, this was so cute to write sdfjhskdfh<3 i’m especially proud of Donnie’s hehe hope you like it!

(english is not my first language. constructive criticism and grammar corrections are very appreciated!)

— — —

🔵 Leo

You had been friends with the turtles for a while now. And while you loved them all dearly and equally, you knew that the blue clad turtle had a special place in your heart.

It was Friday night, you were sprawled out on your sofa watching TV, but not paying attention. Glancing at the clock on the wall, you felt your heart pick up the pace ever so slightly. It had become a regular thing that Leo would visit you around this time almost every day. At first it was just nice spending some extra time with him, since you got along very well from the start. But it didn’t take long for his visits to become the highlight of your day.

You didn’t even know when it happened, but at some point you had formed the biggest of crushes on him. And you weren’t subtle about it.

Then again, he wasn’t either? You were a bit confused and maybe even a tad frustrated at his behaviour; there was flirtatious banter, one-liners, pick-up lines. You knew that was all about his personality, being the “face man”, but was he like that with everyone else? Did he reserve the best one-liners for you? Somewhere in your heart you wished he did.

Leo’s face, with his various expressions and oh so handsome smirk, appeared in your mind and refused to leave, making you blush. Just as you tried focusing back on the TV, you heard light knocking on your window.

It took all the will you had not to go off running to the window. Get a grip Y/n, you thought, play it cool.

Standing up from the couch you approached the window, meeting Leo’s eyes with a smile.

What you didn’t know however, is that Leo had been on your roof for the past 10 minutes pacing back and forth, trying to make a plan, because he was just as smitten with you as you were with him.

He had been crushing on you so hard the past few months and he couldn't take it anymore. He had decided: today was the day he would confess his feelings to you.

In his head, Leo had a very clear idea of how he wanted the conversation to go, what he would say. He would absolutely swoon you. So he came down to stand on the railing of the fire escape, and tapped on your window.

The moment he laid eyes on you, his confidence all but evaporated. Trying his best not to slouch his shoulders and appear self-assured, he gave you one of his signature smirks. The smile you gave him felt blinding.

Finally arriving at your window, you slided open the glass, leaning on the windowsill with both hands.

“Why hello” Leo said, wiggling his eyebrows. “You come around here often?”

“Only when I know I’ll get a visit” you retorted, noticing how the street lights shining from behind the turtle made his markings on his arms and face seem to glow. Was it even legal to be this good-looking?

You both just stood there, looking at each other for a moment. The silence wasn’t uncomfortable; it was filled with anticipation. You just weren’t sure if he thought it was for the same reason as you.

You moved a bit to the side from the window to allow Leo entrance to your apartment, but he gently took your arm and pulled you back to face him. His other arm was on the side of the window for balance, bending at the elbow and putting his weight on his forearm, coming even closer to you. His hand on your arm didn’t move, and you didn’t pull back either. He saw this as a signal to continue.

“Hey Y/n, there’s something I want to-“ Leo started, but much to both your and his dismay, his phone rang.

Leo excused himself for a second but didn't move away, only leaned back a bit to reach his phone in his pouch, looking at the screen. It was Donnie; his brother would hear an earful later for interrupting like this. Leo hung up the call.

Just as he was about to start talking again, the phone rang once more. Annoyed, Leo picked up.

“What? I’mkindabusyhere” he mumbled into the phone. You couldn’t make out what the person on the other side of the line was saying, but Leo’s face changed from annoyance to anger, and as he glanced at you, quickly faded into defeat.

“Fine, yeah yeah, I’ll be back in a bit” he barked and ended the call, putting away the phone with a groan. “I gotta go back to the lair; something about dad getting stuck behind the fridge again or whatever” Leo informed you, sheepishly scratching the back of his neck.

“Wait, what were you gonna say before?” you asked, your eyes trying to meet his gaze. Leo was nervously looking anywhere else but you.

“We’ll just leave it for another day, it’s actually kinda important and I don’t want to rush-“

You gently placed your hand on his arm, silently asking him to stay, which stopped what he was saying mid-sentence. Leo looked at your hand on him, then your eyes, and it flickered quickly to your lips and back.

Screw it all, you thought to yourself, and cupped his face with both your hands, pulling him down to your level. His breath hitched as you closed the distance and placed a kiss on his lips. It was short but sweet, and as you pulled back, you saw Neon Leon fully blushing for the first time. Your face didn’t look much different at the moment either.

“So… See you tomorrow?” you finally managed to ask after your heart calmed down a bit.

“Y-Yeah” he replied, also regaining his composure, and gave you another signature smirk. “Will you be able to wait until tomorrow though? I know I’m irresistible but you seemed quite eager just now-“

“Oh my god, bye” you interrupted and closed the window, both of you laughing.

Before leaving, he turned around one last time to wink at you, and then he jumped off into the night.

Sliding down to crouch on the floor, you looked at your hands, still shaking. Bringing them to cover your face, you let out a silent squeal. Tomorrow could never arrive fast enough.

🔴 Raph

Two weeks ago, Raph had confessed he liked you. Of course you returned his feelings and you became a thing. Never would you have thought you’d end up with a turtle boyfriend, but here we are.

You two decided to start out slow, and had only held hands, shared fleeting touches and lingering looks up to this point. He was incredibly smitten with you, because how could he not? You were the most beautiful creature he had ever laid eyes upon. And you were head-over-heels as well, this giant turtle was 100% teddy bear and boyfriend material, and very attentive to all your needs. Aside from keeping his brothers safe and alive, keeping you happy also became his #1 priority.

Raph wanted to smother you in physical affection so badly, but he was scared that he’d accidentally hurt you because of his size and spikes. So he tried to always communicate in words how much you meant to him. At first it was embarrassing for him to compliment how you looked, how he liked your hair or clothes. But it got easier, and now he couldn't stop himself even if he wanted to. He loves showering you in praise and positive comments, because when you give him that particularly shy smile and thank him, with a blush adorning your cheeks, he forgets everything around him.

You on the other hand were also dying to give him a hug and some cuddles, but you noticed he kinda kept you at a safe distance. You weren’t mad about it though, you knew he meant well, and that he was scared to hurt you.

So you decided to make a fool-proof plan to enjoy some cuddles with your favourite turtle.

It wasn’t a rare occurrence for you to stay the night at the lair, usually when you made sleepovers with April as well. But this time would be different.

“Hey Raph” you said to your boyfriend as you were playing a video game.

“What’s up, sweetheart?” Blood rushed to your face. Would you ever get used to pet names? You loved how he enunciated them though.

“I’m staying over tonight” you informed him.

“Oh, is April coming over?” he asked.

“Nope, just me” you paused for a bit. “And you.”

Raph choked on his own spit, but played it cool, clearing his throat. “W-What do you mean?”

You paused the game and turned to look at him. He looked like he was freaking out internally, trying so hard not to show it but ultimately failing, it was very cute really.

“I thought we could have a gaming or movie night, just chill in your room and watch Jupiter Jim until our eyes fall out, you know…” You tried speaking as matter-of-factly as possible.

“Oh! Yeah, sounds good to me! I’ve been wanting to watch Jupiter Jim Sails the Seven Sees again.”

“As long as you don’t get stuck on a pirate accent again!” you laughed, and unpaused the game.

— — —

That night you were all cosied up in his bed wearing your fluffy onesie that you used as PJs for sleepovers. An empty bowl of popcorn sat between you both.

The movie had just finished and the credits started rolling. You shifted to lie on your side so you could face Raph, and you were retelling some of your favourite scenes and dialogues, stifling your laughs so as not to wake up the others.

“That was fun! This movie never gets old, I swear” you breathed, finally coming down from your giggling fit.

“I agree! We gotta do this more often actually” Raph said. “You know, just the two of us?”

“I’d love that” You shot him a tired smile, followed by a yawn and a stretch of your limbs.

“Well, someone is tired. What do you say we call it a night?” He closed the laptop that had been on his lap and took the popcorn bowl, placing everything on the floor.

“Mhm, sounds good” you mumbled.

Raph was also lying on his side facing you, so you kinda just looked at each other for a moment. After seeing that he wasn’t gonna make the first movie, you whispered to him.

“Raph, will you hold me?”

“You know I want to” he blushed. “But I don’t wanna hurt ya. I thrash around when I sleep…”

With a ‘I don’t care!’ you rolled over once, landing with your back to his chest. His arm timidly wrapped around you, ever so gentle not to squeeze you too hard.

After you settled into a warm and comfy position, you sighed contentedly. “This is nice.” He hummed in agreement.

A couple minutes went by, and you couldn't shake a “now or never” feeling, so after taking a deep breath, you turned around, which startled him a bit. Now you were facing him, your faces mere inches apart.

“I forgot something” you whispered, propping yourself up on your forearm, and your other hand reaching up to cup his face. “Your good night kiss.”

Raph’s brain went completely blank as you closed the distance and gave him a chaste kiss on his lips. You pulled back to look at him, furious blush down to his neck that could rival his bandana. A content smile grew on your face, seeing that even though you were like half his size, you could still get reactions like that out of him.

‘What a softie’, was your thought when you saw him like that. With one more quick peck to the tip of his beak, you turned around once more to the position you had been in before. This time he hugged you tighter, pulling you to his plastron and basically engulfing your whole body. You had never felt so safe.

Holding his hand in your smaller ones, you heard him wish you good night into your hair, leaving a small kiss on the top of your head.

🟠 Mikey

Getting together with Mikey happened so naturally and smoothly, that you almost didn’t notice. It was clear to everyone else around you that you liked each other, except for you two of course.

But it wasn’t like you thought he wouldn’t reciprocate your feelings. It just felt so right to be around him, like home, and you both shared a lot of physical affections without a second thought since the beginning. You just didn’t feel the need to put a label on it. Both you and Mikey were aware however that you shared a special bond.

You two usually chilled in his room, Mikey lying on his belly on the bed, playing on his phone, with you sitting propped up against his shell while reading a comic. Sometimes you basically just lied on top of each other because it was comfortable and you could share memes without moving too much.

So when Leo walked past his room one day, taking a look at you and jokingly asking if you two were dating, you just looked at Mikey with a blush that he returned, and he just asked “I mean if you want to?” To which you agreed, leaving Leo with a surprised Pikachu face, as you returned to your games as if nothing happened.

In that sense, becoming a couple had been pretty casual. But after a couple of weeks you felt like you wanted to take the next step.

Kisses on hands and cheeks were a common thing between the two of you. Now it was time to kiss him for real.

Knowing how Mikey was an artist, and a romantic at heart, you wanted to make something special for him. Because he’s special too and deserves all the love in the world.

You spent an entire afternoon planning out an activity, deciding on doing a romantic dinner on the roof at night. So you checked online for the next full moon and marked that day in your calendar. Now all you had to do was find the perfect gift.

You went back and forth several days trying to come up with something creative, brainstorming with April even. A lot of ideas were discarded, some were saved for later (you’d have to save some more money to get that one limited edition figurine he wanted).

Finally you came up with the perfect idea. You went to work immediately, crafting your masterpiece, placing it in a box that you then wrapped and covered in stickers.

When you told Mikey you had planned a date for the two of you, he was beyond ecstatic. He tried to pry off the info of what you would do or where you would go, but you managed to keep it a secret by always telling him that it was a surprise. You almost caved once or twice though, when he gave you his puppy eyes, but you stood your ground. You didn’t want to spoil it!

When it was finally the night of the full moon, you asked the turtle brothers to keep Mikey busy so you could prepare the roof: you brought a blanket, a basket with food and drinks, you even got some flameless candles for the mood. Since you wanted it to be special, you even wore your nice button-up shirt, which had a (favourite fruit) pattern.

You got everything ready just in time. As you were straightening out some wrinkles on the blanket, you heard Mikey come up the metallic ladder.

“Ohmigosh!” he exclaimed and gasped. “What’s the occasion?” He took your hand and twirled you around once, looking you up and down; you looked stunning. Then again, you always did.

“Hm, nothing really” you shrugged and smiled at him. “I just wanted to have a proper dinner date with you.”

Both of you sat down, and it was just as normal as ever: eating, talking in vine references and watching silly videos, having heated debates about the most ridiculous ‘would you rather’ questions.

After the laughing died down, you turned to look at your favourite turtle, your gaze softening even more, if that was possible. You were sitting next to each other, shoulders touching, and looking out at the New York night cityscape.

“Ah, I have a gift for you” you said, as if you were just now remembering it. Truth is, you were barely able to wait this long. Taking the little box out of the basket, you presented it to him with a ‘Ta-da~’.

“Thank you, M’Lady/M’Lord” he said, and started to unwrap your present. Opening the box, he saw several pieces of thick paper, all hand-drawn to resemble vintage movie tickets.

He took them out and started to look at them individually and realised they were all coupons for activities with you, for him: sleepovers, making breakfast, cuddling sessions, going shopping, doing his chores.

“Aw, Y/n! This is so sweet!” Mikey side hugged you. “I don’t have anything for you though, I’m sorry… I wasn’t sure what we were doing today, so…”

“Don’t worry about it!” you reassured him. “Why don’t you take a look at the rest of those…” You pointed to the coupons on his hand, blushing slightly. “Maybe you can use one of them now and I’ll consider that my present.”

Mikey gave you a curious look, and kept checking the rest of the coupons, there were two left: a kiss, and a make-out session. Seeing the last one, Mikey blushed a deep red.

“Then again, technically you don’t need a coupon for that…” you told him in a small voice, unable to meet his eyes.

“Well, now that I have them, I wouldn’t want the coupons to expire, so…” Mikey placed the coupons back in the box, except for the ‘kiss’ one, which he slowly handed to you.

As nonchalantly as you could, you once again rummaged in the basket, taking out a paper puncher this time. Mikey amusingly snorted at that, as you took the coupon out of his hands and punched a hole into the bottom corner. Then you carefully placed both aside, with the puncher on the paper so it wouldn't be blown away by the gentle breeze on the roof.

Sitting up a bit straighter, you faced him again, and as he met your eyes, you both blushed a matching deep red.

“May I…” Mikey asked in no more than a whisper, bringing his hand to cup your cheek. You placed your hand over his and leaned in, closing the distance. The kiss was chaste but so tender and full of love. You pulled back slightly, then went back in again, applying more pressure this time. You smiled into the kiss, and he tilted his head to deepen it.

Breaking for air you looked at each other in the moonlight, panting. With one swift move, he picked you up into his lap so you were straddling him. With the look he was giving you right now, you assumed that this wasn’t gonna be the only coupon he’d redeem today.

🟣 Donnie

Some time ago you had met the turtles through April, and you all immediately clicked. You found them to be an hilarious and quirky bunch, and they made you feel welcome in their circle like you had always belonged.

You had grown especially fond of Donnie. He also seemed to at least tolerate you, so you spent a lot of time at his lab, hearing him ramble about his inventions and everything he had going on there. You didn’t understand half of it, but there was something about his passionate way of talking that kept you going back to him for more; it was contagious. Although at times it would almost cross into “mad scientist” territory, so you tried your best to bring him down a notch when things were getting out of hand.

You knew very well that Donnie wasn’t a touchy-feely kinda turtle, but he seemed to enjoy your company as much as you enjoyed his. You’d be more vocal about it than him for sure, but he would also show his appreciation through actions, like having a nice second chair next to him for you to sit in, or snacks that were always stashed in his lab, and he was sure to get all your faves.

Lately though there had been a shift in your relationship. You noticed that whenever he entered the room, your heart would skip a beat. Your breath would hitch when the light hit him at just the right angle. You worried more than before when you knew he was out on a mission, and were restless until you saw him come back safe and sound.

Somewhere deep in your heart you knew exactly what was happening, but you refused to acknowledge it; you didn't wanna ruin the perfectly fine friendship you two had going on.

Sometimes you’d catch him looking at you from across the room, or just find that his gaze lingered on you a split second longer than usual. You brushed it off as nothing though, you didn’t even want to allow yourself to read something into it.

April tried encouraging you to ask him out several times, but you always responded with a sheepish chuckle, saying that it wasn’t what she thought, and that Donnie didn’t see you that way anyways.

And you were perfectly fine with things as they were. You had already made up your mind to stuff your feelings very deep and take them with you to your grave.

That is, until one sleepover party.

The turtles had organised a Jupiter Jim movie marathon for the whole weekend, with scheduled bathroom breaks and carefully selected snacks and drinks.

The marathon had started on Friday at 9pm, and by 4am of the next day, most of you were already asleep. You were lying on the big bean bag, wrapped up in a fuzzy blanket, and on a mountain of pillows Donnie sat next to you.

You thought you were the last one awake, as you could hear the rest of them snore and mumble in their sleep. You blinked hard several times to try to keep your eyes open, but you couldn’t focus on the projection on the wall anymore. Just as you were deciding whether to catch some Z’s, your gaze shifted to the side, your eyes landing on Donnie’s form, whom you had presumed to be asleep as well.

All of the grogginess in your brain and the sleep in your eyes disappeared at once as your eyes were met with his. He wasn’t sleeping at all. Instead he had his face propped on his elbow, looking at you.

You felt the heat rise to your cheeks. He wasn’t moving or saying anything, just looking at you. You turned your body to lie facing him completely, and looked up at him as well. His gaze suddenly softened, wandering all across your face, taking in and memorising all of your freckles, the curve of your nose, the way you looked at him with those big eyes of yours, full of stars and wonder.

Somewhere in the background you could hear some action scenes from the movie, but it was all blocked out, and you felt like in that moment only Donnie and you existed. You wondered if he felt the same.

Feeling a sudden surge of confidence rise within you, you slowly placed your hand on top of his. You started with a gentle brush over his knuckles with your fingers, then placed your whole palm on top of his hand. You looked at his hand and back at him, as if asking ‘Is this okay?’.

Donnie didn’t pull away at all, in fact he slowly turned around his hand to clasp yours, and looked back at you. ‘This is very okay.’

Wanting to see how far he’d let you go, you moved your hand out of his, brushing over his arm up to his shoulder and to his face, cupping his cheek. Lifting his head off his propped up hand, he leaned into your touch ever so slightly, his gaze now shying away.

Your body moved somewhat on its own, shuffling closer to him until your chest was almost pressing against Donnie’s plastron. Your hand moved from his cheek to his jawline and then to the back of his neck, pulling him towards you. You leaned in but stopped just before your lips could touch, in case he wanted to pull back. His painted eyebrows came together in a frown, almost as if he was offended at you for suggesting him to stop you.

Donnie closed the distance and kissed you with a bit more force than expected, making you squeak. This made him pull back and look at you with a smug smile, while you had a furious blush.

You were about to turn around to see if any of the brothers or April had woken up, since you really didn’t want them to interrupt such an intimate moment, or get caught like that. Mainly because you thought Donnie wouldn’t want them to see.

Before you could move though his arm sneaked around your waist and he pulled you back to him, kissing you again, a little deeper this time, his hand pressing into the small of your back.

When you parted for air, he lied down on his back, pulling you to rest against his chest. He let out a hearty yawn, mumbling how this was the best sleepover ever. You nuzzled into his plastron, feeling his heart beat like crazy; yours wasn’t any different really.

It took a while for you both to come down from your high, but when sleep finally took you over, you slept long and deep. There might or might not be some pictures on Leo’s phone of you two sleeping, cuddled together on the pillows, the faintest of smiles adorning both of your faces.

#goose feathers #rottmnt #save rottmnt #rottmnt leo x reader #rottmnt raph x reader #rottmnt mikey x reader #rottmnt donnie x reader #tmnt 2018 #tmnt x reader #rottmnt x reader

2K notes · View notes

dejwrites · 2 years

Text

❪ ♡ ❫ ─── goodbye 〳 c.oliveira ‵

❪ ♡ ❫ ─── ( synopsis ) one last night with the oliveira's

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — reader discretion is advised: female reader, female anatomy described, canon verse, husband!carlos, wife!reader, they're married in this cause the husband!character trope got me in a hold, written with black reader in mind, oral (f.receiving), hair pulling, carlos using his meat wand to make you forget some things hehe, doggystyle position, profanity, multiple orgasms, praise kink, squirting is involved, breeding kink, he eat it from the back, slight angst if you hold it upside down, takes place before the events of resident evil 3, a resident evil 3 remake line pun is included, wc: 2.2k, minors do not interact or i'm going bite you

YOU STOOD IN FRONT OF THE SINK STARING AT YOUR BEAUTY IN THE MIRROR. It was an eventful night tonight and you were finally ready to whine down after said events. Although, it was only a dinner filled with silence and soft chewing—any time you could actually get with your husband you were grateful for. Even during dinner, you could tell that your husband could sense you weren’t the happiest. With the news that he could be tugged into the dangers of Raccoon City, you’ve lost your appetite with quickness and frankly would rather be at home than eating expensive steaks. Your husband Carlos Oliveira was something. You like to describe him as a romantic asshole at times, but that’s what caused you to fall for him.

Your hands went up to take out the diamond stud earrings that were in your ears. You could hear your husband shuffling around in the master bedroom, most likely kicking off the clothes he wore to dinner tonight. You just wanted to settle off in bed, not letting the bone-chilling words he told you during dinner get to you. But your mind had its way to wonder. Your thoughts were interrupted by Carlos’s strong arms wrapped around your waist. You could feel his chin resting on the base of your shoulder as you were removing the jewelry you wore tonight.

“Are you mad at me?” Carlos asked as he met your gaze in the mirror in front of the two of you.

“No.” You firmly answered.

“It seems like it,” Carlos responded as his chocolate brown hues softened seeing the stare you returned at him.

“You know, I always get like this when you have to go away,” You answered truthfully. “I’m just worried you know, I have thoughts—“

Your words were interrupted by Carlos, “I told you to stop having thoughts like that.”

“You know I can’t help it. What you do is a very dangerous job, Carlos.” You argued back, you attempted to wiggle your way out of his hold but the hold only tightened. “And the fact that you’re getting pulled away from me, again.”

Carlos was silent for a moment, basking in your words before his lips found their way to your neck. “I always find my way back to you, don’t I?” His words were hushed as he continued to pepper your soft skin with kisses.

“You do, but Carlos that’s just—“ Your words were cut off when you felt his lips suck on one particular spot on your neck that caused you to relax in his arms.

You could feel the back of your dress get unzipped, it fell to the bathroom revealing your body with just your seamless thong on. Goosebumps decorated your smooth skin as you eagerly stepped out of the dress and kicked the dress to the side. You hated to admit that Carlos had a way to ease your mind when you were stressed. If it was interrupting your nervous rambles with a passionate kiss or having you gasping out his name in the heat of the moment when he was in between your thighs. You hated that he could do that. When a nervous feeling like—him being transported away to rescue survivors in a city that was filled with the undead, he used his passionate ways to cause it to be a second thought in your mind.

You felt his calloused fingertips tracing alongside the fabric of the one particular piece of clothing that was one thing in between from Carlos devouring you whole. Your eyes met his intense gaze in the bathroom room, and you could only nibble your lower lip innocently before letting him tug down your underwear. Similar to what you did with your dress, you discarded the panties anticipating Carlos's next move.

His lips begin to kiss at the back of your neck to the back of your shoulder and soon he’s ushering you to bend over for him. Obediently, you did what you were told. Now completely bound for what was coming as your skin was decorated with goosebumps. You were sure if it was because of the faint chill in the large bathroom in your and Carlos’s home or the nervous anticipating feeling that suddenly overcame your body. You felt Carlos’s plush lips press wet kisses down the trail of your spine causing you to nibble on your lower lip. You knew this was heading.

It was a way that Carlos ate pussy. It honestly depended on his mood and how horny he was. Some days he was the sloppiest eater when he was in between your legs. Nevertheless, it left you breathless. But nothing could top when he took his time when he was in between your legs (well in this instant behind you). When he kneeled behind you, he did just that. You could feel his facial hair tickle your soft skin and you let out a giggle. “That tickles.” You said out loud while attempting to make yourself comfortable.

“Sorry,” Carlos uttered with a mouth full of your pussy.

The flat his tongue glided across your cunt and you let out a sigh of relief finally being able to feel him embrace you. The pornographic sound of him lapping up your juices as if he was a dehydrated sound turned you on even more. Your fingers were grasping at anything in your reach just to hold some form of composure. The feeling of Carlos’s tongue tracing alongside the entrance of your sopping hole. His hands hold you in place just so you won’t run from him.

“Fuck.” You moaned out before you begin to push backward impatiently, so enthusiastic to want him to taste more of you.

Carlos’s beard was stained with your juices with each indulging lick upon your pussy. His cock throbbed in response to your cute moans of his name. He could feel your hips moving slightly just so he could be closer to you. His hands gradually held you in his place while he continued to eat you out. Slow sensual kisses, rabid flicks to your clit, anything to make sure you felt like you were on cloud nine. With the way his tongue was moving, your breathing was growing uneasy. You reached behind you to give yourself some form of balance simply because your orgasm was slowly approaching. Each grind of your hips gained a low grunt from Carlos until you were a cumming mess.

You coughed up soft moans as you rode your orgasm out, hips bucking exotically just so your orgasm could pass by. When Carlos removed his mouth from you—you felt so naked. Complete empty without his touch no matter if it came from his mouth or his hands being on you.

It didn’t take long before the both of you were both gratifying in wanting to feel more of each other. Your cunt already dripping wet from the previous activity and you hated to admit how eager you were to feel Carlos inside of you. Maybe it was the unsettling high you were coming down from when he was in between your thighs or the fact that he was leaving you. You could hear him shuffling behind you—most likely eagerly tugging off the remainder of his clothes from the dinner. Soon the comforting sensation of Carlos's fat tip brushing against your wet folds caused you to quiver. Your hands clutched at the marble tops of the sink as you could feel Carlos’s girthy cock shove himself further inside of you.

Carlos and you had sex countless times—as usual, married couples would do. Each time you found your lips gasping apart in pure shock due to his size. He was one man that knew he was packing and he was sure to make you know that. From the different positions to the sensual strokes—each time he had you fluttering around him aching more.

The hold he had on your waist while his hips begin to push forward. Now the only sound that swirled around the bathroom was the sound of your moans. Your back arched perfectly over the sink while Carlos was thrusting inside of you. His cock pushes upon those pleasure spots that your stomach forms butterflies and causes you to see stars. Your eyes shifted close in pure bliss taking in the wonderful moment of him taking you from behind. Each minute of his strokes had your breath hitching in your throat so violently that for a split second you forgot to breathe. You hated that he could make you feel so good knowing that due to his job he could not make you feel like this anymore. He could be taken away from you at any given moment.

Was it selfish to think this way?

You could feel your knuckles cramping at how tightly you gripped the porcelain sink in front of your body. Your knees trembled with each buck of Carlos’s hips. Your body was completely coated in a sheet of sweat and you were a drooling mess slurring out Carlos's name in such a sweet tune. You were sure the sound of your moans only caused him to fuck you even better. It was just something about how you moaned out his name to cause him to be even more pussy drunk for you. His grip on your waist tightens each time the tip of his cock taps at that one spot that caused you to tremble under his touch.

His fingers combed through his hair which seemed to stick to his forehead due to the sheet of sweat that covered his forehead. His brown hues averted down to the space in between the two of your bare bodies. The wonderful sight of seeing his cock inside you nearly drove the man insane. He was stuck in awe as his thrusting stopped just to stare in complete awe at his cum covered cock inside you.

“Carlos—why’d you stop?” You whined as your hips began to impatiently back up upon his cock.

Carlos couldn’t tell which was more of a turn-on—the pornographic sound of heated skin slapping against each other or the wet squelching noises of your juices and his cum each time you rocked back for your ass to be met with his waist. Either or, you were driving him crazy, moving like that.

“You’re so impatient huh?” His hand tangles in your coils to tug you upwards so you can see the view of yourself in the bathroom mirror. “Look at you, so desperate for me. Taking me so well.”

Your teeth nipped at your lower lip now holding back your moans. Stubbornly enough, you didn’t want to give your husband the satisfaction of cockily knowing how wonderfully he was pleasuring enough. You only continued what you were doing—bucking your hips backward onto Carlos’s cock. Your juices stained the inside of your thighs with each rock backward and your moans croaked in your throat continuing to not get Carlos the ego boost on how he was making you feel.

He took notice of that grabbing a hold of your hair once more tugging you closer to his broad chest. Your bare back was pressed against his chest and the thrusting only continued. You were forced to look at yourself in the huge bathroom mirror and you hated to admit how fucked out you were. Your hair that was once neatly done was a disheveled mess on your head. Your mascara that shaded the outline of your beautifully shaped eyes was smeared down your heated cheeks. You could feel Carlos’s breath tickling at the brim of your ear, already expecting some cocky comment to drive you even more insane from him. Once again, your eyes met with his and you felt yourself grow wetter.

“You look so beautiful, mi amor.” His words whispered in your ear and instantly you could feel that tempting core in the pit of your abdomen tightens. You were about to burst and Carlos knew this, just by the way his intoxicating strokes slowed down.

“Carlos...I’m about to—” Your words sounded like a broken record that was playing on a record player. Broken words and pleasurable sobs tremble out of you before you felt the burning pit of your orgasm explode.

You could feel yourself fluttering around Carlos’s cock. Your body went through a group of spasms, body in complete trace while Carlos’s thrusting didn’t stop. You could feel his hand trace your naked body until his fingers found their way in front of you. His fingers were soaked with your essence before he begin to rub your clit in a circular motion. “Let it all out, baby. I know you want to.” He coos in your ear.

And you did just that, another orgasm overcame you just in time to feel the warmth of Carlos’s cum. The thing with your husband is that he adored making sure that you endured every second before both of you came undone from the pleasurable bliss of being intertwined with each other souls. Similar to the quick movement his fingers rubbed on your clit, the wetness that oozed out your body came out quicker. Carlos held you so tightly as you came down from your temporary high of him making you feel like the most important woman in the world. His kisses on the back of your shoulder were so so soft—you could feel his facial hair prickling at your delicate skin.

At this moment you realized that when he left, you could lose him. You appreciated that Carlos was just holding you at the moment, especially given that you were beyond exhausted.

“I’ll return to you Y/N. Won’t leave you in a cruel Carlos-less world.”

TAGS — @hellavile @eiflawriting @woahhajime @thismf7 @zcmbi @elitodoroki @anasuckia @jellymantra33 @ramenaddicted @ivysone @endeavours-jockstrap @astennu @stunnababyyabyyy @billiholliblaze @marnixbokuto @everstoneluna @shirohyorin

#carlos oliveira x reader #resident evil x reader #re x reader #resident evil 3 x reader #video game x reader #carlos oliveira smut #resident evil smut #female reader #black reader #x black reader #carlos x reader #carlos smut #fem reader

2K notes · View notes

ithinkinggenshin · 1 year

Note

Helloooooo are requests open at the moment? If it is, can I request a female reader wearing a maid dress? Similar to the anon who requested this before, but with Shenhe, Kujou Sara, and Lisa. Thank you!

Her Maid

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Characters: Shenhe, Kujou Sara, Lisa

Pairings: Fem!Reader x ^above characters

Warnings: implied smut- nothing explicit, fem pronouns for reader, shocking, master/servant dynamics

Word count: 1.1k

Synopsis: "You like what you see?"

Shenhe:

What is that? What are you wearing? Why does she suddenly feel a hunger for you? What is this intense need to see you submit to her, to see you bend at her will? And more than anything.

How can she keep you for herself?

These other people. There’s too many of them. No one else should see you like this. This outfit, your body, it’s all for her eyes only.

You can’t decide between gasping or giggling at your girlfriend’s response. She’s unconsciously gripping her spear to the point that if it were a normal one, you’re more than positive the staff would break. And the way she’s staring at you simultaneously makes you freeze in place and feel like you’re on fire.

You’d be dead where you stand if looks could kill.

But she wouldn’t let you die. She’d make sure you stay alive so that she can see you walk around in those tights and heels a little longer. See the way the sleeves lightly squeeze your arms in a way that makes you look even softer. Stare at the little window that shows the dip between your breasts.

Shenhe loves seeing you in the outfit.

But now she’s also craving seeing you without it on.

Kujou Sara:

Completely shocked and flustered.

She’s aware she’s staring, but she can’t seem to force herself to look away. She tries to talk but only sputters out nonsense. Your poor girlfriend has simply stopped working. When she finally regains a small amount of her composure, she quickly grabs your arm and leads you into her office, locking the door behind her. What were you thinking walking around in public in such an outfit?!

“Wha- what are you wearing?” She manages to say.

You giggle and twirl, the skirt lifting a bit before Sara suddenly grabs you to make you stop. You think it’s funny how flustered your girlfriend is, despite seeing you in much less a few days ago.

“It’s a maid outfit,” you say simply.

“Maid? Outfit?” Sara tilts her head quizzically.

“Yep! Girls who are servants to people wear them. Hehe. Can I do anything for you, Master?”

You see Sara’s throat shift as she gulps.

“I could clean your office for you or make you some lunch or help you get changed into something more comfortable. Anything for you, Master.” You giggle.

You’re pretty sure your girlfriend is going to explode from how high her blood pressure is from just listening to you.

“Ju–Just stay here with me. Okay? I don’t want anyone else seeing you like that.”

“Oh? Are you jealous?”

“Wha! N-No! Stop teasing me!”

You laugh again, “Don’t worry Master. I won’t ever leave you. You own me after all.”

You see Sara’s eyes darken at those words. The hand on your waist tightens and your face is suddenly pressed against your girlfriend’s chest. A low, rumbling grow can be heard inside her. You wiggle in her grasp and gasp when you’re suddenly pushed and backed into the wall.

“I told you to stop teasing me.”

You put on your best innocent face and bat your eyelashes at Sara, “What do you mean?”

You choke on your next quip as you feel her roughly grab your ass.

“Do you really want me to spell it out for you?”

You let out a whine and arch your back so you’re pressed against her further. “Please teach me Master.”

Sara reaches behind you and with a click and fwoosh the room is plunged into darkness. She closed the windows behind her, locking them. You grind against her further and openly moan as you feel her hands wander all over your body. You’re pretty sure your outfit is already ruined.

Oh well, it was fun while it lasted.

Lisa:

You squeak when you feel something shock the exposed skin on your thigh. Lisa’s hand creeps higher and zaps you again, the feeling going straight to your core.

“Goodness, I’m so glad I got such a pretty helper for the library. You’ll make the boring parts of my job so much more fun.”

She nuzzles against your collarbone, and you try to squirm out of her grasp.

“m-Miss Lisa…”

“Hm… yes cutie?”

Your words disappear from your mouth as you open it. You’re not even sure if you had something to say to begin with. You fidget awkwardly on your superior’s lap. You’re pretty sure you should be working right now, but Lisa has a tight grip on your thigh, nails right on the seam of your underwear. Her other hand is crawling up your back, teasing the zipper on the back of your dress.

“Awww. Did my adorable little maid just forget what she was going to say? Don’t worry, you look cute when you’re lost.”

This time the shock comes from the back of your neck. You jerk forward and end up face to face with your delighted mistress.

“Oh darling, I’m going to love playing with you. Now, go finish your work and make sure to stay where I can see you.”

You nod and slowly stand up, careful to not collapse under shaky legs. You support yourself on a nearby rolling cart. Once you’re certain you won’t just fall over at the first step, you push the cart of books over to the shelf in front of Lisa’s desk. You start shelving them, taking a few at a time and sliding them into place. It’s going smoothly until you feel another sudden shock, causing you to drop the books in your hands.

“Careful cutie. Make sure to treat these books carefully.”

You gulp and nod. The atmosphere seems to become more humid and tense.

“Sorry Miss Lisa,” you apologize quietly. You bend to pick them up, but suddenly freeze when you feel hands running along your back.

“You know…” Lisa mutters, “I was lying when I said you had to wear a maid uniform for this job.”

You feel your face burning.

“But you should keep wearing this outfit anyway.” You gasp as you feel her hands run lower and whine when her touch is suddenly gone. You look back, to see Lisa already back in her seat.

“Go slow, cutie. I’m enjoying the view.”

You don’t think any of this is appropriate, but you still comply, slowly bending at the waist further, reaching down to pick up each book. You repeat this process for each book that fell, even going so far as to kneel and put your head to the floor to check and make sure none fell underneath the shelves.

You hear a soft squishing sound behind you and a soft moaning of your name.

The air is even more electrified now.

You wonder if everyday is going to be like this.

#fem! Reader #fem reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #shenhe #lisa #kujou sara #shenhe x reader #lisa x reader #kujou sara x reader #i may or may not have forgotten what a maid dress looks like and had to look it up #windows booting up noises for sara #i actually made somwthing ahead of schedule #i even used tumblr's shitty queuing feature #posted fic

645 notes · View notes

jungkookslipring · 5 months

Note

Heyy can I request a lee seungmin ler skz fic plsss. I'm a huge fan of your works!! They always manage to draw me in and I feel like I'm right there with the characters!! Love you!!!💖💖💖

Seungmin is our favorite Comedian

AHHHHH you're so sweet thank you!! plz enjoy!

Lee! Seungmin

Ler! SKZ

Seungmin woke up and chose ✨violence✨. The boys were in another interview where they were filming a Besties on Besties video for Seventeen. Seungmin came for everyone and their mamas in this interview, leaving everyone laughing.

“Bang Chan is so old”

“Changbin is so good at nothing”

“Hyunjin loves Felix”

Respectfully everyone started coming at each other’s throats and continued making everyone belly laugh, but Seungmin seemed to have the most comebacks.

‘this kids gonna get it,’ thought Bang Chan. And get it he did.

They all decided to hang out in the vocal/dance racha dorm after a long day of interviews, revenge on Bang Chan and Changbin’s mind once everyone’s shoes were off.

“Yah! Kim Seungmin!” shouted Changbin as Seungmin made a b-line towards the hallway. Changbin caught up to him and threw the vocalist over his shoulder, already giggling at what was to come.

“Leave me hehe alone!” Seungmin giggled nervously as Changbin threw him on the couch.

“This is for saying I’m good at nothing!” Changbin squawked but with a huge smirk as he dug his fingers into Seungmin’s sides, already making the younger one cackle.

“I was kiddihehehehehehehe!” He batted off Changbin’s hands as much as he could before the leader had an idea.

“Changbin-ah, hold him down for me, the old man wants to get in on this,” he joked as Changbin immediately did what he was told and grabbed a hold of Seungmin, pulling him onto his lap and pulling his arms behind his back.

“This isn’t fairhahahahaha!”

“Life’s not fair bubs!” Bang Chan said as he poked and prodded Seungmin’s tummy, the younger one kicking out his feet. He felt so weak and so exposed not being able to fight back as Bang Chan went to work on his tummy. He was so adorable so it was impossible to stop.

“Me next!” Hyunjin jumped towards them with Felix right on his side.

“me too!” Said the younger Aussie.

“go right ahead!” Bang Chan laughed as the two dug their fingers into his sides and knees. This made Seungmin go nuts as two ticklish spots on his body were attacked.

“NAHAHAHAHAAHA WHYYYYHAHAHAHAHA!” He screeched as Hyunjin massaged his legs and Felix rapidly squeezed his sides. Seungmin was such a ticklish boy and everyone was cooing at his reaction. After a while they made space for Han to shove his hands right under his underarms. Seungmin’s laugh almost went silent.

“NAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA HANAAAHHHAHAHAHA!” He screamed. He knew it would’ve tickled a lot worse if his arms were stretched out but this position was no better considering Han’s fingers were pretty much stuck in his hollows.

“this is for the reading comment!” He joked as he continued wiggling his fingers.

“I DIDN'T MAHAHAKE THAT COMMENT HAHAHAHAHAHA CHANGBIN HYUNG DIHIHIHIHID!” He exclaimed as he shook his head like a mad man.

“I know but you still laughed Minnie!!” Han laughed along with him as Seungmin’s head fell forward resting on Han’s shoulder as squeaky laughter filled the room.

“Awwww so cute!” Han sang out. Not too long after while Han kept up with his attack, IN had joined and started tickling his neck. Seungmin tried scrunching up his shoulders but Changbin had a death grip on his arms so he was hardly able to move, only able to laugh at the sensations on his neck and pits. Changbin on occasion would hold onto Seungmin with one hand and sneak in a few wiggles to his sides or scratch at his ribs, causing Seungmin to jolt every few minutes while Han kept his attack consistent. Last but certainly not least, Lee Know. It didn’t take long for Seungmin to realize everyone was tickling him simply because Chan and Changbin were, but Lee Know was extremely skilled and he knew he wasn’t going to last long.

“My turn!” Lee Know sang happily as he switched places with Han. Seungmin shook his head with the biggest smile on his face. Poor thing couldn’t stop giggling.

“Nononohohoho you’re bahahahad,” Seungmin giggled when Lee Know kneeled before him.

“You ready, Minnie?” Lee Know asked with the sweetest but most devious smile. Seungmin kept giggling out of nervousness.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Lee Know said right before quickly sticking his hands up Seungmin’s shirt and latching onto his top ribs, eliciting a scream from Seungmin.

“LEE KNOW HYUNHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” the poor boy screeched and bucked as much as he could but Changbin held him down. Lee Know was laughing along with him as his fingers drilled in between his top rib and armpit, easily tiring out Seungmin.

“YOURE SO BAHAHAHAHAHAD *hic* HYUNHIEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE *hic* IT TICKLES TO MUHUHUHUHCH *hic* I CAHAHAHAHANT *hic* OKAYAHAHAHAHAHA OKAY OKAY UNCLE UNCLE UNCLE” screeched Seungmin before he completely stopped fighting it, letting his body go limp and laughing his ass off. Lee Know was no monster so he slowed down his tickles and rubbed his hand over Seungmin’s bare tummy, attempting to rid the ghost tickles that were probably lingering. Changbin let go of his arms that fell to his sides, sleepy giggles leaving his lips.

“that was the cutest shit ever,” Lee Know said patting Seungmin’s hair. Seungmin fell forward and wrapped his arms around Lee Know who was still sitting on his legs.

“tired..” Seungmin mumbled. Lee Know chuckled and wrapped his arms around his sleepy dongsaeng.

“yeah I think that’s our cue to hit the hay, we’ve had a long day, yeah?” Bang Chan said as he went to grab his shoes. Seungmin made a noise of protest and quietly asked everyone to stay. this kid was too fucking cute.

“okay Minnie we’ll go change first then we’ll come back okay?” Bang Chan said walking up to the three on the couch, planting a kiss on Minnie’s head.

“Bin, do you want me to grab you clothes?” Bang Chan asked as Han and Hyunjin went to put their shoes on. The rapper seemed to be preoccupied with a sleepy pup on his lap.

“yes please, thanks Hyung,” he said scratching his fingers up and down Seungmin’s back in a soothing manner. It didn’t take long for the guys to grab their clothes, because less than an hour later everyone was in an old fashioned SKZ pile in the middle of the living room, basking in the warmth of each other.

Let me know if you like it! my DMs are always open if you have requests!

taglist: @felixmainacc @felixburneracc @myforevermelody143 @dunno-wut-to-do

74 notes · View notes

kusuguricafe · 1 year

Text

"It's just an artifact..."

A/N: kyaaaa~! I've been wanting to write this ever since I first laid eyes upon this beautiful piece by @chibimochii!! I really hope you like it ehehe

Summary: Aether wants to give Wanderer the new artifact he got for him, but Wanderer's a little hesitant to accept his gift...

Characters: switches Aether and Wanderer (but mostly lee!Wanderer)

“Wanderer~! Look what I got for you!” Aether shouted excitedly.

“Huh? You got something for—GAH! Don’t wave that around me!”

“What? It’s just an artifact. Does it make you nervous or something? I’m sorry, but are you giggling? What are you thinking, huh?”

“Ahehe—SHUT. IT.”

“Don’t be rude! I went all the way to the desert to get this for you and this is how you repay me? C’mere, you little—!”

And with that, Aether tackled the poor anemo boy to the ground.

“W-w-wahAIT! Aether, Aether nohOHOHO! P-PLEHEHEHEASE!!”

“Begging already, are we?” Aether smirked, tickling Wanderer’s ear with the feather.

Wanderer thrashed about beneath Aether, but to no avail. He could not escape his ticklish torment! Why did Beelzebul have to make him so damn sensitive?

“Hehe, is someone feeling extra sensitive today?” Aether teased, fluttering the feather on the sides of his neck now.

“N-n-noHOHO!? Whahat, whahahat makes you think thaHAHAT?” Wander felt his face beginning to heat up as he squirmed.

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe… This?” Feeling bold, Aether pushed Wanderer’s sleeves aside, revealing his unprotected underarms. He quickly grabbed his hands, pinning them above his head.

“Don’t. You. Dare.” Wanderer glared up at Aether, completely flushed.

“Your face is bright red!” Aether said delightedly.

“Shut uHUHUP! NOOAHAHAHAHAAHAHA!!”

“Ooh, did I find a good spot~?” Aether said, swiping the feather up, down, and around Wanderer’s underarm.

“STAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAP!” Wanderer laughed, shaking his head back and forth in protest.

“See? You don’t normally have this much of a reaction. You must be extra feather ticklish, huh? Is that it?”

“IHIHIHI’M G-GOING TO KIHIHIHILL YOHOHOHOU!!”

“Hey, I thought we were passed that!”

“AHAHAHAT LEHEHEAST MOVE SOMEWHERE EHEHELSE!!”

“Hmm, okay!” Aether let go of Wanderer’s hands and swiftly turned around, grabbing one of his feet instead. He took off his sandal and wiggled the feather in between his toes.

Wanderer screamed. “AAAAHAHAHAAAAA!! NAHAHAHAHAHA WHAHAHAHAHAHAT ARE YOHOHOU DOHOHOING??”

“Giving you what you deserve!”

Wanderer threw his head back and laughed and laughed and laughed. After a minute or two of thrashing around, Wanderer desperately reached forward to squeeze Aether’s sides.

Aether squeaked. “Hehehehey!!” He fell back on top of Wanderer.

“Grrr, take this, you little worm!” Wanderer continued squeezing up and down Aether’s sides.

“Ahahahahaha!” Aether laughed happily. He shouldn’t have let his guard down!

Wanderer began vibrating his fingers into Aether’s tummy. “How do you like it, huh!? Laugh it up!”

“NAAAHAHA!! OhohohOHO NOHOHOHO!!”

“Quit squirming, your hair is slapping me in the face!”

Aether had to think of something, quick! He was still holding onto the artifact, maybe he could reach…

“AIIIIEEEEYAHAHA FUHUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” Wanderer let go of Aether, howling at the unfamiliar sensation on his inner thigh.

Aether had managed to flip himself back over and straddle Wanderer’s waist once again. He had slipped the feather up Wanderer’s shorts and was now furiously brushing it up against his inner thigh. Aether was ecstatic from the level of a reaction this was getting!

“AETHEHEHER PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!!” Wanderer, begging, crying tears of joy.

“You’re just insanely ticklish, aren’t you?” Aether exclaimed in disbelief.

“PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAHAP!! I-I CAHAHAHAN’T! I CAN’T TAHAHAHAKE ANYMOHOHOHORE!!”

“Aww, giving up already?”

“YOHOHOHOU’RE THE WOHOHOHORST!! YOU KNOW THAHAHAHAHAT!?” Wanderer cried, as his laughter went silent.

“Alright, alright, I think you’ve had enough.” Aether spared him.

“Ohoho ahaharchons… Thahahank yohohohou…” Wanderer said defeatedly, gasping for air. He wiped his tears with the back of his hand.

Aether finally turned back around to see how utterly wrecked Wanderer looked. His hair was a mess, his face bright red, tears streaming down his cheeks… Aether blushed at the sight.

“I really got you good, didn’t I?” Aether scratched the back of his head bashfully, realizing what he had just done.

“No kidding,” Wanderer scoffed, a wobbly smile still plastered on his face.

“Please do take this,” Aether said, holding the feather out to him once again.

Wanderer’s eyes widened as Aether waved the dastardly thing in front of his face. He grabbed it. “Fine. Whatever,” he said, avoiding Aether’s gaze. “Just, don’t pull something like that again, got it?”

“Sure, sure,” Aether snickered.

239 notes · View notes

spicerackofblorbos · 2 months

Text

Chapter 3: January

☾ Pairings ➼ Levi Ackerman x fem!mute!Reader (she/her pronouns), set in a modern semi-fictional world

☾ Summary ➼ Due to childhood trauma, you find yourself an adult without the ability to speak. After years of working on it, you have found ways to live without a voice. Now here in your late 20s, you are 5 months in getting used to a new town. On a fateful day in late November, you and your adopted sister visit a local bookstore-café, unaware of the friendships about to blossom. Throughout the months, one friendship in particular develops into something more.

☾ Content/Warnings ➼ fluff, slowburn, oblivious feelings, angst, mention of minor character deaths, trauma, illness, adoption, mentions of fire, disabilities, alcohol use, very light nsfw mentions, references to child abuse (to be continued as writing is ongoing)

☾ Author's note ➼ Hey guys! I'm so proud of myself for getting this out before the end of January hehe. I hope you enjoy!

☾ Word Count ➼ ~7.5k

January, you thought, had to be one of the most depressing months out of the twelve. It’s cold, dreary, and full of post-holiday blues. The gloom that came with those blues was only intensified by the immediate and prominent holiday of “Remembrance Day”, a cultural holiday created to celebrate and mourn those who have long passed.

‘I don’t know why we can’t just stay home and celebrate privately like we usually do. It might be crowded.’ You sign outwardly to your sister as she drives, making sure to go slow so she can see through intermittent glances. You stare out ahead as the snowy landscape zooms past. The late afternoon sun glints off the fresh snow, blinding you as the light refracts off the crystals.

When you were younger, this annual holiday was something you used to ignore. Even at a young age, you were aware of the situation you were forced into. You lost everything and then were thrust right into the foster care system, tossed in with families who didn’t want you. You had to do it all alone and because of that, you never learned how to grieve properly. It wasn’t until Hange’s family, your family, took you in that you were taught how to deal with your past and the residual effects that came with it.

Hange tuts at you as they turn a sharp corner.

“Hey, you’re the one who said you’d be okay with it this year. And besides, maybe this town is full of early morning mourners. The temple could be all ours.” They speculate aloud, wiggling their eyebrows at you. It just prompts a signature eyeroll, and you stare back out the window. The residential homes turn into office buildings as the two of you make it closer to the designated temple in town. It’s not much longer until they turn down a gravel road, pebbles and snow crunching under the heavy wheels.

Busy is an understatement. Due to the small nature of the town, only one temple exists, and it sits in the middle of the local cemetery. When your sister pulls into a dirt parking lot, you notice the multitude of cars already vacant of people who are milling around the grounds. A bubble of anxiety threatens to rise in you, but you swallow it down. You and Hange step out of the car and are met with a brisk wind; It makes all the air in your lungs escape from shock. When you take deep breaths to calm your heart down, puffs of hot steam billow out from your mouth. Hange locks the car behind them and turns to you with their hand out.

“Well, c’mon, my little berry. Those votives aren’t going to light themselves.”

You take her hand without hesitation and you both set forth up the hill. You are at a loss for words because of how stunning your surroundings are. Leafless trees remain stoic and strong under a layer of snow. They pepper around the ample lot, giving off shadows of tree branches everywhere. Up a dirt path rests a sizable temple with a dark blue exterior and a wrapping porch around the building that offer various access points to the inside. On the edges of the dirt path lie smaller stone paths leading to rows and columns of personal gravesites for the residents of Jinae. The winter sun beams down between fluffy clouds, warming up the air as the day goes on. It was melancholic in a way that fit the day of Remembrance perfectly.

Fortunately for you, most of the crowd was at their family stones, so the trek up to the temple took little to no time at all. This is where the designated altar is set for those who wish to pay their respects but had no tombstone to do so at. It’s the first time since your teen years that you've prayed outside of your home. When the Zoë’s took you in, they explained many of the traditions to you that you were in the dark about due to your lackluster upbringing. Remembrance Day was one of those and on paper it sounded great, until they took you out to the temple the following January and you had flipped out from the candles. You were a little better about it nowadays, but you requested shrines at home with electronic votives from then on.

After stepping through the open doorway, you note only a handful of people lingering at the altar, lighting green candles and bowing their heads in prayer. You avert your gaze quickly from the bright flames, looking anywhere else. It was relatively quiet, bar for a few whispers here and there. You and Hange step in line behind an older couple, who are now turning towards you to leave. Tears streak down their faces as they head in the direction of the doors behind you. You bow to them in respect, as they do to you in return. The two of you step up onto the ledge and Hange takes the match sticks from the table. She gingerly holds out a stick for you to take as she regards you carefully.

“Did you want to try it this year?” They grab your hand with theirs, looking into your eyes closely.

You take a deep breath and raise your hand as if to take it, but it falters. Something sears in the back of your mind. Letting your hand flop to the side, you shake your head and sigh heavily. She just gives you a soft smile and squeezes your hand in reassurance.

“That’s okay, Love. I’ll take care of it for you. Just close your eyes and think of them.”

So, you do and reminisce about your lost family. There were so many memories you were still unable to recover from all those years ago. So, you opt to think of your parents' soft smiles and gentle hugs. Of an older brother that you think had a mischievous grin. You focus on the overall warmth you associated with them, feeling that warmth curl into your toes. You hear your sister strike the match and then she blows it out just as quickly. You were never saddened by these thoughts, even in your younger years. Hange often wondered if this was due to a detachment of your own making. You open your eyes after a moment and flinch back from the sight of the votive right in front you, flames flickering.

“Let’s get going.” Hange hadn’t let go of your hand this whole time and she uses that to pull you away quickly out of the side door. Even though it’s cold, you feel miles better outside and you let loose a breath as if you had held it in the whole time. You wonder when you’ll be able to withstand being so close to fire again; you think maybe you never will. A sudden flash of black hair whipping around the corner of the temple catches your eye and you whip your head around to stare at the now empty space.

“Is something wrong?” Hange squeezes your hand again, and you turn back to look at them to shake your head ‘no’. Some part of you hope it was him. You haven’t seen Levi since the whole debacle at the gala last month. He never made any attempt to reach out to you. Truthfully, you didn’t expect that from him anyways, but it irritated you to no end at the time. Your sister had pushed you to go to the café at least once to just say ‘hi’ because they could see how much it bothered you, however you refused to budge.

“Then let’s go sight-seeing. I want to see how the people of Jinae celebrate their loved ones before heading out.” The two of you head back down the hill, the cold wind biting at your nose. At some point, Hange turns down a nearly empty path. The stones ahead were covered with a wide assortment of flowers in various colors. People had also put offerings of their loved one's favorite foods out at the base of the stones. It makes you smile at how loved these people are even past their time.

Hange leads you around for half an hour, taking in the sights of the different offerings and gifts laid about. She points and grins as she mumbles things to you, but you’re not really paying her ramblings any mind. You find that nodding in response was enough to get them to turn back around and jaunt off somewhere else. Another fifteen minutes later, and their rumbling stomach is so loud you can’t help but laugh. You now realize why she’s staring so heavily at a plate of cold dumplings left on a headstone. You reach for her shirt and tug on it to get her attention.

“What’s up?” They twirl around on you with worry.

‘Want to go get some dinner?’

“We probably should, shouldn’t we. Sorry, I’ve just been so engrossed in all of these displays!” She points to one right next to you. It’s littered with quite a few child’s drawings taped to the stone. A plate of cookies sat at the base of it with a steaming cup of coffee right next to it. The family must have just been here. When you look back up to meet Hange’s gaze, she’s staring at something behind you with an amused expression.

You turn to see what she’s gawking at, and you spot a familiar raven-haired man. He’s standing next to a not-so-familiar messy blonde-haired man around the same age that is currently kneeling on the ground as he places a plate of something on the stone in front of him. The one standing darts his eyes in your direction and there’s no mistaking it; It’s Levi. Panicking, you whirl your head back around to face Hange and she’s smirking. You attempt to step forward to pass your sister, but she just grips your arm firmly and starts tugging you in Levi’s direction.

Oh no, oh no, oh no.

You try your best to wiggle out of the grip but it’s of no use, she’s latched on to you. After a few more futile attempts, you give up with a huge huff. You don’t even turn around, you just let them drag you along.

“Levi, what a pleasant surprise!” Hange yells out to him as they close the distance, you still in tow.

When they stop abruptly, you almost bump into them. You avert your gaze as far away as possible and turn around slowly. A family of four passes by in silence on the path next to you, a little girl with pigtails flings around a stuffed rabbit as she trots along.

“Tch, I don’t see how this is a surprise, Four-Eyes. The whole town is practically here.” You hear Levi’s gruff voice respond back. It makes your stomach flutter with anxiety, but you’re not sure if it’s a good or bad kind of anxiety. There’s a ringing silence that follows after, but you can’t be brought to look up. That is, until someone clears their throat.

“Uh, hi! I’m Furlan, Levi’s friend! It’s nice to meet you...?” He trails off. The voice is boyish and playful, and very different from the man next to him. You glance up to the source and the dirty-blonde haired man is looking between your sister and you with gray eyes. Not as deep and metallic as Levi’s though, they were much softer and lighter.

“Hi! I’m Hange Zoë, and this is my sister!” She lets go of you to throw her arms around you as she squishes your face with hers. You feel warmth creep through your whole body from embarrassment and it makes you want to run away. “She’s hearing but she’s mute and speaks through sign language mainly. I’ll translate for you for the sake of brevity, though. Unless you already know it?” Your sister releases you to meet Furlan’s outstretched hand with hers and shakes it vigorously. The man laughs, and it’s a light airy sound.

“I don't unfortunately. But it’s nice to meet you both!” He waves to you with a wide grin, and you give a small wave back. Furlan continues, “I see you know Levi.” You chance a look at Levi and he’s staring straight at you. Your eyes shoot back to his friend.

“Well, ‘know’ is an understatement. He’s not very forthcoming about his life unlike his roommate. Uh, Erwin and I became close after a very unfortunate relationship mishap.” Your sister chuckles at her dark joke.

“Ah! I thought I recognized your name! Erwin mentions you in passing a lot. And, well, that’s Levi for you. I had a hard time getting to know him when we first met.”

“You idiots know I’m here, right? And that’s because you were trying to beat me up, asshole.” Levi’s terse tone cuts in, shooting daggers at his friend. Furlan just laughs again, loudly, and raises his hands in defense. Hange nudges you gently with her elbow and you glare at her, but the look in her eyes makes you nervous.

Winking at you, she grabs her phone and yells, “Oh jeez, hold on a second. Someone from the lab is calling, it must be about last night's reports.” and starts to walk away. You hold on to her hand for dear life with your mouth wide open in protest, but she pulls away with a flourish. “I’ll just be a moment!” And then she’s gone.

You stare down at your empty hand and then back up to the two men in front of you, pressing your lips into a thin line as you clench your jaw. ‘Fuck.’ you think to yourself. Tapping your foot impatiently, you also fold your arms across your chest. You keep your gaze averted from them, but you still feel Levi’s stare aimed directly at you. Finally, Furlan clears his throat again.

“Did you two kill each other’s cats or something? Jeez.” Levi clicks his tongue at the same time as you roll your eyes.

“Sure, if that’s what you want to think.” Levi retorts dryly. A heavy huff escapes your mouth as you fiddle with your jacket sleeve, foot tapping even faster. Another silence. Furlan examines your face closely and looks back at Levi in thought. If you were looking at him, you would have noticed a lightbulb go off in his head.

“Wait wait wait! Is this the girl you were talking about a while back?” That makes your eyes fly to Furlan’s and you can’t keep the shock from filling your face. He talked about me?

Without even waiting for an answer, he states, “So I heard you like colors.” You feel a blush start to seep up into your cheeks and you look away again, shrugging. Levi kicks Furlan in the shins and he doesn’t even react in pain.

“Wow, it’s super nice to meet you then. This guy would not stop talking about you aft-” Levi kicks Furlan in his other shin and it must have hurt this time because he winces.

“Furlan, shut up.” Levi scolds.

“Is that an order?” Furlan smirks as he leans down to rub the now sore spot.

You’re not even listening to their bickering; your mind was going a million miles a minute. Levi had talked about you to other people. Were they good or bad things? And why did he have to mention your issues with picking a favorite color? You chide yourself for being willingly open about such silly things with Levi after just meeting him. You reach for your phone so you can say something but then are cut off by Hange coming up from behind you noisily.

“Sorry about that! What are we talking about?” Hange rests her chin on your shoulder and stares at the two friends.

“It’s nothing, we were just about to go.” Levi replies coolly as he starts to turn away to leave. He must still be mad at you, you think. Irritation itches at your skull again, but something in your heart aches.

“Wait! ‘We’? Where’s Erwin? It’s weird to see you without him, Levi.”

“Oh, he’s currently back at their apartment cooking dinner for us. He came out to show his respects early this morning.” Furlan cuts in before Levi can say anything.

“Sounds great, we’re in.” You stare at your sister in horror before shoving your hands in their face.

‘No, we’re not!’

“Oh uh, I don’t know if Erwin...” Furlan trails off as Hange just chuckles and waves her hand dismissively. Then she pulls out her phone to check something before shoving it right back into her coat pocket.

“Erwin doesn’t mind, he said so.”

‘We are not going!’ You’re practically flinging your hands at her face, but she just gives you her puppy-dog stare.

“But I’m so hungry! And he’s fine with it. Plus, a homecooked meal! It’s so much better than fast food!” Hange whines.

‘I know what you’re doing, and it’s not going to work.’ Her face pouts even more, which you didn’t think was even possible. ‘You’re the worst. Fine!’ You stick your tongue out at her as you stomp your foot for good measure and her whole face lights up in response.

“Well, I’m not fine with it.” Levi shoots back, eyes narrowed at the two of you.

“Oh, c’mon Levi. Miche’s already going and Erwin said it’s fine. The more the merrier.” Furlan grabs Levi’s arm to keep him from leaving. Your sister whips her head to stare at Furlan in surprise.

“Miche’s going?! What the hell, and Erwin didn’t even invite me!?” She yells.

“Tch, fine, do whatever you want. I don’t care. Furlan, we have one more stop, let’s go.” Levi stomps off in the opposite direction, leaving the atmosphere 10 degrees colder.

“We’ll meet you there. We have one more grave to look at but then we’ll be on our way.” Furlan nods to the two of you and gives you a warm smile before darting off after Levi. You exhale a big breath and round on Hange, not even sure what to say. There’s a mischievous glimmer to her eye and you regret leaving the house at all.

When Levi and Furlan are out of earshot, Furlan knocks his shoulders in Levi’s and smirks.

“Isabel would have liked her, don’t you think?”

Levi says nothing back, but he can’t help but agree. It’s been 10 years, but his chest still tightens at the thought of Isabel. He pulls out the bag that had sat tucked into his jacket pocket, holding the slice of vanilla cake he made for his fallen friend.

Erwin and Levi’s apartment is immaculate. Years of cleaning after Hange had given you the confidence to say you were a tidy person. But after seeing their apartment, you felt like an amateur at best. Even the air felt fresh, albeit it was filled with the smells of cooking dishes. Light tones filled the whole room, broken by the occasional pop of color. There was plenty of white as well, so you know Levi had a lot to say when it came to decorating the place.

“Wow Erwin, your place is so clean!” Hange mutters as she pads around the whole living room. Erwin and his friend Miche were both in the kitchen working over separate pots. Miche was a very strange man, much stranger than Levi for sure. The second you stepped into the apartment, he took a huge whiff of you and grunted. Hange and Erwin chuckled and reassured you that it was normal, but you were still freaked out. If Miche had a problem with your smell, he didn’t say so.

“You can thank Levi for that, mostly. He likes to clean.” Erwin calls out. You knew that of course, thinking back to that fateful night at the bar.

You decided to make yourself at home, curling up at the end of their 3-person couch. Pinks and oranges begin to filter into the room as the sun starts to set. You stare out of their balcony door that overlooks part of the downtown area. They were so close to their café, and you wonder if they had chosen the café location just because of that.

“I can’t believe you didn’t invite me tonight, Erwin!” Hange whines as she leans over the island to see what Erwin was working on. He swats at her to back up and she does so with her glasses fogged up from the steam.

“I already told you. I invited you a couple weeks ago, but it seems to me you weren’t listening to me then. I think you were going off about some lab report that frustrated you.”

“Oh yeah. Okay that’s totally fair and on me. You should have reminded me at least!”

Miche comes over to you with a small plate of some raw vegetables for you to snack on. You take it while smiling at him gratefully, and he just nods before heading back into the kitchen. He had already known you weren’t verbal before you walked in the door, you guess Erwin had told him. Apparently Miche and Erwin were friends for a long time before Levi came into the picture. Just by watching them in the kitchen, you can tell that they worked very well together without having to say a word.

After gingerly placing your empty plate down on the coffee table in front of you, you stand, stretching your limbs with a big yawn. If you sat for any longer on that soft sofa, you figured you might fall asleep. So, you shuffle your way towards the kitchen, making sure to pick up your plate as you do. Miche takes it from you without saying a word and you wonder if he had a hard time speaking growing up or if it was a conscious decision not to say much. Regardless, you sign a quick thanks then turn to Erwin, who was in the process of mincing some sort of herb.

‘Where is your bathroom?’

“Down the hall, it’s the door at the very end.” He slaps Hange’s hand as she’s reaching for a dinner roll over the counter. You smack her in the head on your way past and she just blows a raspberry at you.

You take your time going down the hallway because your eyes are distracted by various photographs framed on the walls. There weren’t any family photos of either of the two, but plenty of random friends throughout the years. There were a couple of Erwin when he was younger, maybe in grade school, with a few friends hanging around him. You think you spot a young Miche with him in one of the photos.

That must mean they’ve been good friends for more than 15 or so years. There’s another picture frame of Erwin and Levi in graduation gowns holding up diplomas, college you think. Erwin has a huge grin showing off his pearly whites and his arm is propped up, leaning on a short-statured Levi. Levi’s not even looking at the camera, electing to look off to the side with a scowl stuck to his face. That checks out, you think to yourself.

You look closely at the one at the very end of the hallway and you notice it’s another photo of Levi. It’s a picture of him and two other people, Furlan being one of them. They’re all pretty young looking in this, but the girl in the middle who had her arms wrapped around the other two looked even younger. She has the brightest, widest green eyes you’ve ever seen. Her red hair is choppy and pulled into low pigtails and a large grin plasters her face. Furlan’s to her left, and he’s looking over to the other two contentedly. Levi is on her right and he’s looking away like he always does, but an actual small smile seemed to pull at the corners of his lips. You also note that this was before whatever accident fell upon him as his scars were missing. They look very happy.

“That’s our friend, Isabel.” Someone mutters softly next to you. You squeak as you jump back, punching into the space where the voice came from. Something catches your fist before it makes an impact. Turning, you see it’s Furlan, holding up your fist in his hand. Panicking, you pull your arm back out of his grip and step back. He stifles a laugh.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you. I just needed to use the bathroom but saw you standing here staring at the wall.” Furlan rubs the back of his neck and glances up at the picture, a wistful smile appearing on his face. Wording a voiceless apology with your lips, you back up into the wall so he can scoot past you to the bathroom. He thanks you before slipping into the room and clicking the door behind him. You take a deep breath and head back to the kitchen, your trip to the bathroom forgotten.

When you emerge from the hallway, the sounds of clinking glasses and heavy plates can be heard from the dining room. Not really sure where to sit, you go to stand by the table as Erwin and Hange set it. Miche comes over to place a bowl of the dinner rolls that your sister was eyeballing earlier, and he points to one of the chairs against the wall for you. Again, he seemingly knew what you were thinking. At this point, you’re convinced that he knows how to read minds.

You plop yourself down as your sister does the same next to you. She starts pouring wine into the glasses around the table, save for your own; she hands you a soda can and you bump her shoulder with a smile. Furlan comes back from the bathroom just as Erwin and Miche take their seats. Steaming plates of delicious foods consisting of a spiced chicken dish, baked asparagus, smashed potatoes, and sweet carrots lay around just waiting to be served.

‘You really know how to serve a feast.’ You sign to Erwin with a wide smile.

“Well, it’s not all just me. Miche makes a great sous chef.” He jokes.

“Hey, where’d the grump run off to?” Hange inquires as they take a sip of their white wine.

“The grump is right here, tch.” a voice cuts in.

Glancing up, you see Levi drying his head with a towel as he makes his way to the table, water droplets falling from his hair down onto the gray long sleeve he had on. After folding the wet towel and placing it on a table behind the couch, he pulls the chair out across from you and sits down with a small huff. You both lock eyes for a second before looking away.

“What are we waiting for? I’m dying over here!” Hange starts plating up without waiting for a response. She starts to help you too, but you just grab the serving utensils from her hands and huff at her. She playfully slaps your arm but starts digging in. Erwin had thrown on some background music before sitting down, so soft jazz reverberated off the walls mixing in with the bustle of plates being filled.

“So, Hange, what do you do?” Furlan pipes up after a few minutes, tearing a roll up with his fingers.

“I work at Titan Labs, head researcher and what not. I’m working on ways to create zombies!” She cackles and takes another spoonful of her potatoes. The look on Furlan’s face was priceless and he stared at Levi and Erwin for confirmation.

“They’re just kidding, Furlan. They work with curing viruses, at least that’s what I’m told. Hange you can’t just go around saying stuff like that.” Erwin scolds and Hange just grins.

“Oh uh. Okay. I guess that’s a little better.”

‘My sister can be a little overzealous and crazy sometimes.’ You sign to Furlan and Hange just grabs her heart dramatically.

“Pft, I’m not that crazy.” That's all she says before diving back into her chicken, paying the rest of you no mind.

“There’s nothing wrong with crazy. Just try not to get us killed, okay?” He laughs a little and winks at you. Feeling your face flush, you let your eyes roam over to Levi’s. His gaze flickers to yours briefly, but he just takes a swig of his wine and peers out the window. The evening sky was clear, and the stars had started to come out.

The rest of the meal was filled with mindless chatter that you observed happily. Erwin and Miche had roped Hange into some sort of debate, so them translating for you was a little difficult. Luckily, Furlan understood and was fine being the only one talking as Levi just ate in silence. You listen intently but your mind wandered to Levi occasionally, wondering what he was thinking as he delicately cut into his food. Furlan got to a point where he picked up on asking you yes or no questions for the sake of the language barrier and lack of interpreter. It was hard not to smile at his warmth, and you’re open to all of his questions easily. The flush on your face does not disappear the whole meal.

With stuffed bellies and sleepy minds, everyone decides to leave the table and move into the living room to wind down. All except for Furlan, who had said he had an early shift the next morning and needed to leave before he ended up staying all night. Hange, Erwin, and Miche were murmuring together with intermittent laughs about something random. Levi just sat in a chair in the corner of the room scrolling on his phone and not paying any attention to his surroundings. That left you to juggle between staring at the TV and checking your phone every once in a while.

A couple moments later, there’s a scratch of a chair against the floor as Levi gets up from his spot. He slips out of the balcony door with a blast of cold air before closing it shut behind him. You can see his puffs of hot air as he stands, leaning against the rail with his back to you.

As you’re staring, you feel someone tap your shoulder and when you turn to see the source of it, you’re surprised to find its Erwin. Crystal blue eyes stare back at you and then they flicker over to where Levi stood. He says nothing else and sits back down in his spot like nothing happened. Hange gives you a supportive wink and goes back to her conversation with the two men.

Ugh.

You stand up and pull on your jacket that you had slung over the backside of the couch hours ago. Zipping it up, you take a deep breath before sliding the door open and forcing yourself into the cold. Levi does nothing to acknowledge you, he just stands stoically looking up at the stars. You tighten your jacket around you and stand awkwardly behind him, shifting from one foot to the other as you consider what to say.

As you feel the winter air nipping at your skin, you exhale softly and pull your phone out to type out a message. It takes you a few minutes of typing and deleting repeatedly, but Levi says and does nothing as he waits, hearing the clicks of the letters coming out of the speakers.

‘I’m sorry. For exploding on you last month. I threw my anger at you when really, I was angry at myself. It wasn’t nice or warranted and I apologize.’ You shuffle up next to him and hand him your phone carefully. He takes it from your cold hands, his own brushing against yours and they’re surprisingly warm. You see his eyes slide over the words, face bright from the phone light in contrast with the dark night.

He rolls his silver eyes and just scoffs. He doesn’t say anything, and you fidget with your phone. When it was clear he had nothing to say, you fight the urge to turn around and leave. You glance behind you and see Erwin and Miche doing a bad job pretending not to stare at you and Levi. Hange, on the other hand, gives you a big smile and a thumbs up. You swallow hard and type out another message.

‘Are you mad at me still?’

“Still?” He stares up at you in confusion then slight guilt. “I- look, I was never mad at you. It’s just...” He runs his fingers through his hair to push it back, and you spot a few piercings climbing up his ear that you didn’t notice before. They glint off the full moon which sits high in the sky. He takes a deep breath and looks away from you.

“Okay, I was a little mad at first. But I’m clearly not anymore.” He mumbles.

‘Clearly.’

“I know I can come off rude and cold but it’s just... Shit!” He grips the rail so hard that his knuckles turn white. “I’m not mad at you, and I haven’t been for a couple weeks. I just- I felt awkward after the whole thing and I didn’t know how to talk to you. Plus, you know, I thought you were mad at me. So. You have nothing to apologize for. And, here,” he grabs your phone that you loosely held and starts moving around apps, pressing random buttons as he goes.

Then he hands it back to you with a side eye, opting to stare back out to the moon as he spoke. “I don’t want to throw your phone off the balcony so from here on out, just directly text me and I’ll respond.”

When you look down at your phone, your mouth opens slightly in awe. Your phone screen displays a newly made contact page for “Levi Ackerman”. So formal, you think. Clicking the message icon, you type out a little text to him with shaky hands. You’re not sure if it’s from the excitement or the cold.

'Hi'

You hear his phone ‘ping’ and he pulls it out of his back pocket.

“We’re great with words, aren’t we.” he says with a smile playing on his lips.

‘I’m glad you’re not mad at me. I’m still sorry for last month though.’

“It’s fine, but thanks anyways.”

Like a breath of fresh air, a comfortable silence falls on the two of you. You lean forward against the rail and stare down to the ground. Levi and Erwin’s apartment rests on the third floor so there was quite a drop. The yellow glow of streetlights reflected off the snow that was piled on the sides of the road. You shiver as a gust of wind blows through your hair, so you pull your hood up for extra warmth. Against your better judgement, you shoot him another text with something that’s been itching at you all night.

‘Who’s Isabel?’ You watch him carefully.

When he eyes the text, the small upturn to his lips disappears and he freezes for a moment. His hand grips his phone a little tighter as he sighs heavily. Exhausted. The circles under his eyes seemingly darker. He hangs his head down, giving you another side-eye between his raven locks as he starts speaking in almost a whisper.

“She was one of my best friends. Well, Furlan and I’s. We all, uh, grew up together.” Levi swallows hard.

‘What happened?’

His body tenses up once more and you worry for a moment that he might get defensive, but he just grips the rail tightly in both hands again.

“I used to ride motorcycles. I suppose you wouldn’t know that.” You shake your head at him, and he just purses his lips. “Yeah... well. Isabel had this annoying habit of wanting to go everywhere with us but she wouldn’t get her own license so she would ride on the back of Furlan and I’s bikes...” He shifts uncomfortably and leans forward over the rail, looking down at the ground.

“Well one day, my uh, relative, was having complications at the hospital in town and I needed to get there fast. And of course, she wanted to tag along. I didn’t have time to fight with her, so I let her on with me. But...” You reach out to try and touch his arm in reassurance, but Levi jumps at the close proximity, and you pull back quickly. Mouthing a ‘sorry’, you shove your hands in your pockets.

“You’re... fine. It’s fine.” He pushes off from the rail and folds his arms across his chest and stands up straight. “It was raining that day, and I was being careless. I was so caught up in where I was going, I didn’t take the time to be cautious of my surroundings. I don’t remember much but we ended up skidding off the road. I woke up in the hospital with this,” Levi raises the hand that was missing his index and middle finger and then he points to his scars. “And no Isabel.”

You have no words. Even if you weren’t mute, you wouldn’t know what to say to him. You notice in the time that you’ve known him, you haven’t seen him ride before, nor have you even seen a bike in his vicinity. So that alone was a surprise. But another thought scratched at you. Something about his demeanor right now screamed guilt. Did he still blame himself for Isabel’s death?

“I went to go celebrate her today with Furlan. She always had a thing for sweets.” He mumbles, looking a little more relaxed. He has a faraway look in his eyes.

‘What was she like?’ His eyes shift to yours, now soft.

“You remind me a lot of her, actually. Stubborn. Happy.” Levi huffs, but you could have sworn it was a little laugh.

‘You’re pretty stubborn yourself, you know.’ He just rolls his eyes again at you but says nothing else. ‘I think it’s great that you’re celebrating her life. She sounds wonderful. Thank you for sharing that with me.’ You offer him a slight smile and his lips twitch at you in return. He puts one of his hands in his pocket, making sure to keep his phone out with the other as he spoke.

“Who were you and Hange celebrating today? I saw you two at the temple earlier.”

‘Are you creeping on us or something?’ You smirk at him teasingly and his already rosy cheeks turn a darker shade.

“Tch, no. I just passed by, is all.”

‘It’s okay Levi, I get it. We’re that fascinating lol. She was there for her grandparents.’ You fidget with your phone in between numb fingers. It was really starting to get cold, and you weren’t sure how much longer you’d be able to stay out on the patio. But you didn’t want to leave just yet.

“So, you’re not celebrating anyone today?” His innocent question makes you pause. It was your turn to look away, staring at the twinkling stars above. You suddenly feel small, like the universe was too big for you. Biting your bottom lip, you start to type away.

‘Yeah, I have. I lost my parents and brother when I was around six or so. I don’t remember much but there was a big fire, and I was the only survivor. I am not a big fan of fire now.’ Silence ensues for a few minutes as Levi digests what you texted him. Your hands mindlessly trace the scars that trailed up your left arm from that disastrous night.

“I’m really sorry to hear about that.” He says, finally.

‘Oh, it’s fine now. It was so long ago. Hange’s family took me in after 8 years in the foster system, and now I’m stuck with her.’ You give him a meek grin and point behind you. He’s watching your face carefully.

“I’m sure there are worse families to be stuck with.” Levi jokes quietly.

You have no idea, you think to yourself. The thought of the households you lived in prior to the Zoë’s makes you cringe a bit. Memories of being left behind, small cupboard-like rooms, and physically abusive foster parents swirl through your brain. You close your eyes tightly to try and push them away. You feel something warm holding your fidgeting hands still. Opening your eyes to see what it is, you’re met with Levi’s pale hands cupping yours into his own.

“It’s been a very hard day for us, huh?” You don’t want to tell Levi that it’s not your family’s passing that’s upsetting you right now. You figure if it came up later, you would tell him then. You nod once, meeting his silver eyes with earnest. He releases his grip abruptly, your hand freezing from where he had left it. Another comfortable silence falls on the two of you and it warms you from the inside out. Knowing that he wasn’t actually mad at you filled you with immense relief and you were glad that the confrontation was over. Or so you thought.

“So Furlan huh?” He playfully chides. You stare at him, incredulous.

“What? He just seemed really into you. Do you feel the same?” There was a look in his eyes that confused you. You feel your face heat as you tap away at your phone screen.

‘He was just being nice. I don’t know what you mean. There’s no way he could be interested in me.’ You watch his face anxiously, not certain why he was bringing up such a topic. You didn’t really feel comfortable talking about other boys with him just yet, whether it be because you still barely knew Levi or something else you couldn’t quite describe.

“Tch, you don’t know.” He cocks an eyebrow at you but says nothing else. You just shake your head at him, at a loss for words of what to say next.

Suddenly, there’s a knock at the sliding door and peeking through is a Hange with a wide grin.

“Are you ready to go home, my little berry?” Their muffled voice penetrates through the glass pane. You give them a thumbs up and a small smile. They give you a thumbs up in return then spin around to Erwin and Miche who are now standing up, going back into a conversation. You glance back at Levi and find his dark eyes gazing at you. The moonlight hit his entire figure at an angle that made him look almost... otherworldly.

A couple hours later, you’re lying on your side in your bed with fluffy sheets surrounding you. The clock reads late but you can’t sleep due to the giddiness from the buzzing of your phone. You stare at a message notification sent by one Levi Ackerman, and a smile playing on your lips.

Thanks for confiding in me. I don’t mind learning more about you, if you want.

You had received the message a good 5 minutes ago, but you weren’t sure how to respond. For starters, you were extremely shocked to see that he was still awake at such an absurd time. But then again, so were you. You start typing but then delete it right after, going back and forth until finally you give up and just voice what you wanted to say.

Sufficient with your response, you lock your phone and place it on the bedside table. You stare hard at the table, willing for something to come your way but nothing does. Maybe he fell asleep, you wonder. After a few minutes, you start to drift off with the thoughts of a curt man with silver, glowing eyes.

Levi can’t help but chuckle at the three dots in the corner of his phone as you start typing but then change your mind. It had taken him forever to find what he wanted to say to you, but he never imagined your response to something seemingly so simple now could take you so long. In truth, he was surprised to see you open the message so quickly and at such a late time. Perhaps you struggled to sleep as well.

As he waited, he couldn’t help but wonder what to make of you. There was something so intriguing about you that he just couldn’t quite reach, and honestly it confused him even more. Something else bothered him as well as he recalled the haunted look in your eye after talking about your history. Were you holding something back?

Finally, his phone pings and he scolds himself for how swift he was to pick it up. A simple message brings butterflies to his stomach and unknits his tight eyebrows. Whatever it was that you had kept to yourself, he figures it didn’t matter. He would make it his goal to try and get to know you better.

Ask away, I’m here for you. Goodnight, Levi.

☾ Previous Chapter: December ☾ Next Chapter: February

34 notes · View notes

blankiebloo · 8 months

Note

Hi again so I made the request for the part 2 of the you have to choose I forgot to mention that I wanted it to be a fluff and can Y/n pick all? Thank you!

I have truly just not been in my requests for awhile- But of course!

Us... all...?

Venti, Xiao, Heizou, Wanderer, Kazuha x Gn!Reader

Genre: fluff, slight crackfic

!Modern, high school AU!

Warning(s): Slightly ooc, characters slightly fighting over reader

Link to part one!

Venti...?

You let out a quiet groan, leaning against the wall as you wait for Venti to show up for lunch.

'It feels like he's later than usual today...' You think to yourself, grabbing your phone and checking the time. 'He better come soon, or else I'm leaving without him.' Your thoughts continue, as you threaten him in your head.

"Sorry I'm late!" You hear Venti's voice call out to you, and his footsteps coming closer. "Man... I feel like I had to watch my back the entire time to make sure I wasn't followed!" He chuckles, his steps slowing as he approaches you.

"Hm? Followed? Why would anyone want to follow you of all people?" You ask, having a small hint of playful insulting to your words.

Just as you expected, Venti let's out an over exaggerated sigh, placing a hand to his hip and his other to his forehead, shaking his head softly. "Oh, how you wound me, [Name]."

"But I'll let you know, that I'm very popular with the ladies... and guys, and those in-between—you know I'm not one to discriminate~" He states, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

"Mmm, whatever.." You gently flick his forehead, rolling your eyes, before grabbing his arm and dragging him with you.

"So... why would you be followed? You didn't tell me."

"Right... you remember Friday and stuff?" He asks, and you nod in response. "Well... those guy friends of yours, they know we're pretty close, and they know about how we spend our lunches together—they've been pretty jealous and want to stop me from stealing your heart away~"

"Jealous? I can barely imagine any of them being jealous, especially Xiao and Wanderer..." You muse, your grip on Venti loosening, until you finally let him go.

"You'd be surprised, Wanderer even offered to pay me if I stayed away from you! That tough boy really has his heart set on you, you know!"

"I still can't see iT-!" "...[Name]?"

As you walk by one of the classrooms, someone grabs onto you, pulling you into the classroom. The person holds you against their chest with their hand on your mouth, preventing you from speaking as they make sure Venti leaves. After Venti's gone, you can hear the person sigh, wait... you recognize that sigh... Heizou?!

"Finally... Man alive, I was about to think he wasn't going to ever leave!" Heizou complains, letting you go as you stumble out of his hold. "Well howdy there, my dear, [Name]. I'm glad I was able to find you."

"What the-? Heizou?! What was that about?" You burst out, shock on your face at his little stunt.

He only chuckles, running a hand through his bangs as he stares at you with that charming, and cheeky smile of his. "Come on, you didn't seriously think I was about to let him steal you away from me—did you?"

"What? Wait... You guys ARE jealous?!" It comes as a shock to you, and it's clear on your face. You didn't think Venti was right, I mean—nobody expects people to fight over them; especially not their friends.

Heizou stares at you, raising an eyebrow and crossing his arms. "Hm? Don't tell me you were oblivious? Tch—Man alive... [Name], you truly are oblivious to your own charms." Heizou teases, winking at you; though you only seem to be unamused.

"Aww, don't look at me like that, [Name], you'll break this poor boys heart!" He exclaims, placing a hand to his chest and another to his forehead, putting on a dramatic act. "And you wouldn't want to do that, would you?"

"I think I might..." You grumble, eyes narrowing at him as a frown forms on your face. "Fiesty~ Hehe."

"Finally! [Name], stop flirting with Heizou, and let's spend our lunch together!" Venti's voice appears out of nowhere, his hand grabbing onto your wrist as he gently tugs you back.

"Huh? Right... see ya, Heizou!" You wave goodbye as Venti drags you out of that empty classroom and back into the hall.

Heizou waves goodbye as well, a smile on his face until you two are gone, then it drops to an annoyed expression. "Tch... Stupid boy..." He grumbles, leaving the classroom through the backdoor.

Kazuha

"Man... today was tiring..." You think aloud, yawning as you walk home.

Even though you're tired, you can tell someone's following you, and it seems like they made no bother to try and hide themself, either. You suddenly stop walking, looking over your shoulder, only to see a familiar red streak of hair.

"Kazuha?" You call out in a questioning tone, turning around fully as you see the platinum blonde step out from behind a bush.

"Ah... Still so perceptive; even when exhausted, nothing escapes your keen eyes." He says softly, that familiar, slightly gravely voice instantly soothing your nerves.

He walks up to you, gently placing a hand on your shoulder, he looks at you with slight concern. "Wanderer shouldn't have told you to choose so suddenly like that, I'm sorry for not saying anything."

"It's not your fault, I doubt you knew he was going to say that—the only person I blame for not stopping him, is himself."

Kazuha smiles more at your words, moving his hand from holding your shoulder, to his arm wrapping around your shoulders and pulling you closer. "You're far too kind, [Name]."

"Hm, you flatter me." You mutter, smiling as you and Kazuha start to walk.

"You going anywhere in particular?" You ask, glancing over at him, only to look away instantly once seeing him already staring at your face.

"Not really, you know I only follow where the wind tells me to go... or where you tell me to." He smiles, teasing you slightly, all just to see a soft blush form on your face.

"May I guess, that you perhaps wanted to... spend your afternoon with me?" "Perhaps you're correct." "Pff- Don't act coy with me now."

He gently squeezes you closer, laughing softly at your playful attitude. He finally looks away, his gaze moving forward as his eyes catch sight of a new café.

"Hey [Name], isn't that the café you wanted to try out?" He asks, pointing to it with his free hand.

"Hm? Oh, yeah! I didn't even notice..." "Want to try it out? I'll pay."

"Oh, you don't have to!" You try to reject his offer to pay, but he shakes his head.

"I insist, take it as me apologizing for getting you into the relationship mess in the first place." He smiles, and then grabs your hand, pulling you towards the café; seems like you don't really have a choice in this matter.

Xiao..?

You're sitting in class—bored—as you draw random things on a sheet of paper. You look over to your right, looking at Xiao.

'He's listening to music again?' You think to yourself, raising an eyebrow before looking back down at your paper. 'That seems to be the only thing he does now...'

Suddenly, you get an idea, you grab a new sheet of paper and draw a tiny cat on it, labeling it "you," and then placing it on Xiao's desk. He watches as you slightly reach over and place the paper on his desk, raising an eyebrow before looking at it.

He writes something back, then hands it over to you. He drew what... looks to be a cat... and labeled it "you," just like you did.

You stare at the cat and then write something down, passing the paper back to him. "What the hell is that?" "It's a cat, can you not tell?"

You stare at his words blankly before looking at him, a look on your face that reads: "you've got to be kidding me."

You're about to write on the paper until someone threw a paper ball at your head. You grab it and look behind you, seeing Wanderer give you an annoyed look. Scoffing, you open the paper to read what he wrote.

"You two are acting like a 'secret couple,' stop passing notes and pay attention."

Xiao leans over your shoulder to read the note, and slowly, he starts to blush before scoffing and turning away. Wanderer smiles, raising an eyebrow at Xiao's flustered reaction.

You sigh, writing back and throwing the note behind you. "Mind your business, Wanderer."

You turn your head behind you, and stare at him, before sticking your tongue out and turning back around. An agitated smile forms on his face, as he watches you laugh and gently tease Xiao about his blush.

'What's so great about him?' Wanderer thinks, his eye slightly twitching out of anger.

Wanderer spaces out, staring at his desk before someone suddenly grabs his hand, he looks up, and it's you. "Come on, Wanderer. You said you were going to come hang out with us after school, right?" You remind him with a smile.

He glances over at the door, and notices Xiao and Venti there, talking while waiting for the two of you.

He let's out a quiet groan, standing up and grabbing his bag. "Yep, I'm ready."

Venti looks over, smiling as he waves. "Kazuha and Heizou are already waiting for us outside."

"You should go with them, I'm sure they'd be able to deal with your aggravating voice better." Xiao mutters, walking out the classroom with Venti by his side.

"[Name]! Heizou won't give me back my drink!" Venti complains, trying to take his drink back from Heizou's grasp. "C'mon! I just want a sip!"

"Boys, behave." You groan, shaking your head as you watch them.

Kazuha laughs, standing next to Wanderer with an amused look, but Wanderer just seems annoyed. "They're just like children." "Annoying children."

Xiao stands next to you, his expression like always, indifferent—even with the annoyance of Venti's complaining. He let's out a heavy exhale, before turning to you.

"[Name], I think you know why we really wanted to hang out today," He mutters, seeming almost embarrassed for being the one ti bring it up.

The others go quiet, looking at the two of you as they wait for one of you to speak. "None of us want to pressure you to make a choice if you're not ready-"

"Speak for yourself." "Shush!" Wanderer interrupts, only for Kazuha to cover his mouth.

Xiao stares at the two of them, glaring at Wanderer before continuing. "-but we'd all like an answer."

You're quiet, it's so hard. Even though you've managed to keep your romantic feelings out of your friendships for a while, you can't deny the fact you like them all, and you can't imagine choosing one of them over the other.

"Do I... have to choose? Why can't I just choose all of you?" You ask, covering your face as you try to stay calm from the sudden pressure.

"Us... all?" Xiao asks, clearly not expecting that. "What, like some big polyamorous relationship?"

You slowly look up, nodding. "Yeah..." "I don't wanna date these weirdos..." "Wanderer!"

"I'm cool with that." Heizou chimes in, shrugging as he leans against Venti like an arm rest.

"Same here." Venti replies and moves Heizou's arm off him; only for Heizou to rest his arm on him again.

Xiao only nods, leaving Kazuha and Wanderer to be the last two to put their opinions in.

"I'm alright with it, and Wanderer, you don't have to date any of us but [Name], you know." Kazuha gently pats Wanderer's shoulder, smiling.

"Whatever.." He grumbles, turning his back to everyone. "Oh Wanderer..."

A/N: HI- Sorry I haven't been active recently, writer's block is a pain. But anyways, I hope this was satisfactory to you all! I think this'll be it for this, mini series? But if you'd like perhaps there's a chance we could add onto it? But as always, if you'd like to leave me a request, please read this first! Thank you for your time, I'd love to hear feedback from you all! ~Blank♡

89 notes · View notes

icarus-star · 8 months

Note

YESSS BUNNY!DANNY MAKES MY HEART SWELL SM

(expanding on the tail plug part imagine if it a a vibration one. Gosh)

He’s squirming all night ass the plug buzzes inside of him you try to mess with him while he’s talking by turning up the vibrations and he pants a little choking out a whimper. (Your friends def know what’s going on) he’s so embarrassed “hugging you” to sob in the crook of your neck next to your ear it’s all just too much for him. His cock painfully hard against the latex which doesn’t help, him squirming in his seat making the plug wiggle around in him basically abusing his prostate, and the vibrations??? He’s def cumming right then and there and as he realizes what he did he cries a little as you two excuse yourself to the restroom. The poor baby is so embarrassed he basically came untouched and now he’s all sticky :( (bonus points if it is a ruined orgasm like if you accidentally turn down the vibrations right as he was cumming) also trying to keep his moans down since this is in public hehe

But yeah I’m like rooting for bunny boy danny now I need it ‼️‼️

bunny danny just HAS to be my favorite flavor of him

like, youd be chatting with you friends at this halloween party thingy and dannys just there trying to not be moaning at the top of his lungs

he's clinging onto you, maybe a lil dry humping...🤭 he's not even discreet, all of your friends can see his hard cock throbbing behind the tight costume

and his mind is so fuzzy, he can't think because of the vibrations in his ass from the butt plug, he's hiding his face in your shoulder n he might be nibbling on your neck a little bit to keep himself quiet

and WHEN 👏 HE 👏 CUMS 👏

the way he whimpers right into your ear is toe curling, knee wobbling, mind boggling

when he feels the stickiness of his cum covering his belly, and super close to dripping down his thighs. poor boy wants to cry from embarrassment!! :(

and obviously, you knew that he came. ((all your friends did too, they just didn't say anything)) so you excused yourselves to the bathroom to clean him up a little bit

when you get to the bathroom, he's apologizing a whole bunch. please please please just tell him that there was nothing to worry about, he was scared that you'd be upset with him for cumming

and if you are upset, just keep the butt plug in his ass the rest of the night and overstimulate him ;3

omggg and by the end of the night, he is SHAKING. not letting go of you, he's too weak n embarrassed. AND THE BUNNY EARS ON HIS HEADBAND ARE FLOPPING OVER A LITTLE N HE'S SO CUTE!!!!! 🤭

more ppl need to write bunny danny content, or any bunny rory character

#i ❤ rory culkin #rory culkin #rory culkin x reader #dan cooper #danny cooper headcanons #danny cooper #intruders movie #intruders 2015 #☆arties inbox #bunny!danny cooper

83 notes · View notes

ticklish-n-stuff · 8 months

Text

How Obey me! characters react to you telling them you like being tickled

My ever growing love for Barbatos has slowly pulled me back to the om! obsession so uhh take these hcs x3

Lucifer

Wouldn't say much about it in the moment

But later on, he'll casually drag you to his room, plop you down on his bed, and just go to town on you

You're so confused and yet so giddy??

He also has a visible smile while wrecking you lol

Mammon

You have unleashed an actual beast

My dude gets so cocky

Bro he'd say the word 'tickle' in whatever context just to fuck with you

And then when you're all flustered he acts all clueless

He will make you ask him for tickles, unless he's really feeling the ler mood, then you better run-

Leviathan

Levi finds himself faced with the biggest decision ever in his life: tickle you or keep being a silly otaku?

It takes him a while to decide, but eventually settles for the first~

My man would get more flustered than you, give him a moment

But once he gets more confident, you are so dead. Like where does all this teasing come from??? How rude-

Definitely will tickle you to make you lose at games, or will lazily tickle you while watching anime and then get playfully annoyed "Keep it down will you"

Satan

"Shh I'm reading"

That bitch-

Just kidding, he can multitask

While he's reading his nerdy lil books, he pulls you onto his lap. One hand tickling you and the other holding his book.

It's hard to notice with you laughing and wriggling hysterically (just one hand is enough to hold you down) but there's a faint smile plastered on his face, even though his eyes seemed glued to his book

Asmodeous

"Really? Me too!"

Bro Asmo would just bombard you with questions about your preference and such, to him it's not that flustering talking about it but you're slowly dying on the inside hehe~

He's also just very open about his own experiences with tickling and tells you about them like it's the most casual thing ever

You two would have frequent tickle fights and he just knows *exactly* how to drive you up a wall

Beelzebub

You can practically see the 'lil hearts form in his eyes. How did this precious human get even more adorable?!

He's very big on cheer up tickles. Whenever you're down, he'll ask if he can do the thing and if you give him the okay he'll pick you up and gently tickle you until you forget why you were upset to begin with

Very caring ler, although can sometimes get a bit carried away

He's also great at aftercare, quickly getting you some water and a snack cause why not?~

Belphegor

Too sleepy to even pay attention to whatever you just said

It makes you pout, until he forcefully pulls you down with him and spoons you, giving you some lazy tickles

Will say that your laughter helps him sleep better, but he'll make up whatever lame excuse he can to cuddle and tickle chu uwu

Diavolo

He seems way too excited about it, but that's because he can be quite the softie and just finds that absolutely adorable

He is a gentleman and always asks for permission to tickle you, which makes it even more flustering having to outright admit it

He'd probably call you over just to tickle you because he finds it fun and relaxing (and you're not complaining)

Barbatos

"Hm? Oh, I already know. Still, it was cute watching you muster up the courage to tell me~"

AGAJDGAKDHKAHD?!?!?!?!

Your brain just breaks at that point. Damn him and his powers!

This man can read you like a book, he just KNOWS whenever you get a lee mood

He's suddenly behind you and you're like "Where did you come from?!" And he just smiles all innocently as you crumble under his wiggling fingers-

Simeon

"Really? Can I try?~"

Very sweet ler, which makes him very flustering-

He'll usually scoop you onto his lap and give you the softest of tickles

Will constantly ask if you're okay and if you're enjoying it, which always makes you all akdhakdhakdhsjdh

Luke

Please, this is the one time he feels that he holds a sense of power over someone, let him have his fun

At first he probably wouldn't get it, until he tried it and got addicted to seeing the happy and giddy expression on your face

Loves to sneak up on you, but will usually ask beforehand

Solomon

Will tease you to no end about it (as if he's one to talk, smh)

Becomes very cocky with this new information and will use it against you whenever and wherever, but is also discrete about it??

Like if he passes by he'll give you a quick poke or squeeze and keep going like nothing happened. But deep down you can just feel the *smug* energy radiating from him

#obey me #obey me tickle #obey me tickle hcs #im not tagging all their names fuck that shit lmao #also im sorry if i butchered any of their names i wrote this at 3 am LMAO

87 notes · View notes

heeracha · 2 years

Text

ep 38. / ep 39. — the drive-in. / ep 40.

buy one, take me. — l. heeseung

synposis: with his best friend asking him for help because said best friend was scared he wasn't "boyfriend material" enough, heeseung looks for flower shops for his best friend's girlfriend. thankfully, jake knows someone from the university who has an aunt that owns a flower shop, you. now, heeseung messages you and shyly, but shamelessly asks if he can get any promos or discounts to which you shamelessly answered him, "buy one, take me". heeseung doesn't pass on this, of course. after all, you are pretty damn cute.

pairing: heeseung x flortist!fem!reader

content/genre: college au, slowburn, fluff, angst and crack, smau.

warning(s): swearing, of course. two idiots aka heey/n. one kiss,, kissing, just seriously very fucking cheesy. unproofread hehe

note: okay,,, so i got this idea from @hyunzxv 's rb tags about heey/n movie dates,, but i forgot which chap it was from HFBSDJHFSD 😭 the playlist <3

being the last one in the room, you take your time fixing your things as you make sure that you wouldn’t leave anything behind. you zip your bag close, slinging it on your shoulder as you make your way to the door. as you almost step out, another figure comes surprising you as he stops when he sees you with a goofy smile that you’ve grown to love. heeseung.

“so, midterms are done.” he says and you know it right away that he is ready to drag you somewhere. you sigh, smiling nonetheless.

“midterms are done.” you repeat and he grins with his lower lip in between his teeth, wiggling his eyebrows. “alright, what do you have in mind?”

“wow, you’re just letting me get my way? i don’t think you’re y/n. where is she? what did you do to my flower?” heeseung teases, poking your cheek a few times and then resting his hand on your shoulder, leaning into kiss your forehead.

you roll your eyes, walking past him. “whatever, lee.” you say, but a smile comes up your face. you hear him following you and soon, your bag is pulled away from you as heeseung puts it on his shoulder. “what did you have in mind?”

“you know how we always go to the movies?” heeseung says and you hum.

“we only do it, like, always, so, no, i don’t know what you’re talking about.” you tease and he playfully glares at you, but you only smile.

“nevermind, i don’t wanna go anymore.” heeseung says with a pout and you look at him. you only shrug and keep walking. “really, you’re not going to sweet talk me and chase me?” heeseung breaks character, laughing lightly and you chuckle.

“i don’t chase,” you sassily say, joking. “i attract.”

“oh, really?” heeseung says and you nod. “prove it.”

you look at him. “okay,” you say, turning your phone on as you put it on camera, turning it to front cam. “exhibit a,” you say, holding your phone up to heeseung’s face. the taller boy chuckles softly, closing his eyes as he realizes it. not once did you ever chase him and from the very start he always ends up chasing you even if he jokingly pushes you away. “but seungie, seriously, what do you have in mind?” you ask as you put your phone in your pocket.

“i kinda want it to be a surprise,” heeseung says. “but at the same time, i’m not sure if you’ll like it.” he says and you hum.

“you know that i’ll always love wherever you take me as long as you’re with me.” you say and he smiles. “seriously, even if it’s just in a gas station, i don’t care.”

heeseung laughs, holding your hand as he starts to jog towards his car with you following. he gets to your door, opening it and you climb in. he closes the door, moving to the back where he puts your stuff with his and he runs to the driver’s seat. “it’s only open at night, so we have to wait and go around for a bit.” he says and you nod. “you like old movies, right? i saw you watch a bunch of old movies.”

he asks as he drives out and you hum. “are we going to see an old movie?” you ask and he nods. “are there any cinemas showing old movies right now?”

“um,” heeseung chuckles. “not exactly a cinema—hey, i told you, it’s a surprise!”

“okay, i’m sorry.” you softly laugh and he glances at you, pinching your cheek to which you whine. “seungie!” he only laughs as he drives around like he said. by the time it was 6:30, he drove to where you two will be watching the movie. when he was entering in an area full of parked cars where there was a big screen projector in front. your jaw drops, head turning to heeseung who nervously grips on the wheel. “heeseung, is this a drive-in movie?”

he winces at the name, but he nods. he parks at a spot, nervously turning to look at you and you hit him on the shoulder. “seungie, i’ve been wanting to go to one ever since i was a kid!” you exclaim and he smiles wide.

“really?” he asks with a grin.

“yes!” you exclaim and he laughs, kissing your cheek.

“so, you like it?” he asks.

“no! i love it!” you exclaim and he laughs. “what are they showing?”

“uh, ever heard of the cutting edge?” he asks.

“the skater and the hockey player, yeah.” you say and he frowns. “don’t worry! i haven’t watched it in years, plus i love the movie.” you say, cupping his cheek as you smile at him, thumb caressing his cheek. “thank you for this. we both needed this after the stressful midterm and more stress to come for the finals.”

“true,” he agrees, kissing your palm as he turns his head lightly. he reaches on the backseat, grabbing the chips he brought along, giving it to you. you open one, holding it out to him as he takes some to eat. the movie starts, everything is going well, until the scene of the new year comes. of course, knowing new year, it was when they had to kiss someone when the clock strikes 12. heeseung’s mind flies to when he accidentally kissed you, which was three days ago. he never brought it up because you never did, but he wouldn’t deny that it was the only thing he could think about (thank god, he didn’t fail his exams).

“flower,” he softly calls and you hum, looking at him. “there’s something in my mind, and i’ve been thinking about it.”

“you okay? what is it?” you ask and he clears his throat.

“you know how i… accidentally kissed you three days ago?” he asks and even if it was dark, the light of the big projector screen was enough to make heeseung see that your cheeks grew very red. “uh, i’m sorry about that, i just really got carried away. i was obviously not thinking. i know we talked about taking things slow, and i’m scared if i fucked up. if i did, i’m really sorry.”

“you know,” you softly start and he hums. “i really love how you always talk to me about things that bug you. especially when it’s about…” you trail off, pointing at the two of you because you really don’t know what you and heeseung are. you just know that you two have feelings for each other, taking it slow and eventually, getting there. you weren’t in a rush to be right there anyway, so it was fine. you think that taking things slowly is a smart move for you and heeseung. “i really love that.”

heeseung smiles and you smile back. “you didn’t fuck up. i just didn’t talk about it because i don’t want you thinking that i’m pressuring you or something.” you say. “especially when we’re taking things slow because you…”

“hey,” heeseung softly says. “us taking our… relationship slowly isn’t just for me. it’s for you, too. let’s be real here, flower. you wouldn’t trust me right away when i tell you that i love you because you were there when i was into someone else. you’re taking your time, too.”

you looked at him, not saying anything as you pressed your lips together in a thin line. was that his way of saying… he loves you? or were you just hearing things? “y/n, flower,” he calls. “did i say something wrong?” he asks and you shake your head. fuck, he didn’t even realize it. so you don’t say anything for now. “you agree, right?”

“yeah.” you say, smiling. “we’re being smart, right?”

“mhm,” heeseung hums. “we’re taking things slow.”

“okay,” you softly say. “let’s take it slow, then.” you mumble as you look at him. heeseung knows that look you’re giving. when you say something with no expression, there’s a cheesy remark following up, only to laugh after because of how red heeseung would be.

but still, he lets you be.

“take what slow?” he softly says, corners of his mouth lifting. you lean in, pressing your lips against his. heeseung’s eyes look at your closed one, his mind processing what’s happening. slowly, it sinks in and heeseung closes his eyes, kissing back slowly like you planned. after a few beats, you pull away sitting straight on your seat. you put an arm on your chest, as your hand holds up your other arm by your elbow with your hand on your forehead, hiding your face from heeseung. he sits back on his own seat with a big smile on his face. he can’t help, but trap his lower lip between his teeth to prevent the giggles that threaten to come out of his lips. he looks at you to see you still hiding from him.

“come here,” he giggles, holding your wrist to pull you closer to him as he moves closer as well. he presses a kiss on your lips and you smile, resting your head on his shoulder as he holds your hand.

you never chased, but you always made the first move.

#they're so healthy i love them #Hiraya-M #enhypen imagines #enhypen reactions #enhypen scenarios #enhypen x reader #enhypen fluff #enhypen socmed au #enhypen social au #enhypen smau #enhypen social media au #heeseung imagines #heeseung scenarios #heeseung reactions #heeseung fluff #heeseung smau #heeseung au #heeseung soft hours #heeseung social media au

561 notes · View notes