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tetsumie · 1 year

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"𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐎 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐘"

read part 2 here!

pairing: tsukishima x reader & suna x reader

genre: hurt/comfort

a/n: sorry i got carried away writing these ahh i sort of twisted the prompt of "when they call you clingy" into my own sort of thing idk how to explain but hopefully this turned out well :,) also not proofread so sorry about the mistakes! and as always feel free to send me requests and tell me ur thoughts on my writing!

tsukishima kei

tsukishima, you, and a few of the former karsuno volleyball players decided to have a small little reunion dinner after not seeing each other for so long.

everyone's embracing each other with hugs and to be frank, it's really nice of him to invite you to meet his friends from high school! you're really looking forward to getting to know them and maybe even getting to know your boyfriend a bit more.

as all of you are sitting at the table debating what to order, there's much chit chat between everyone and you swear you haven't seen kei so carefree in a while. sure, he's still throwing his sarcastic, snarky comments but they don't hit too harshly towards his teammates.

they are most definitely used to this.

the food has arrived and way too much wine has been ordered. with their slurred words and pink cheeks, you can tell all of them are going to blackout the moment they all get home.

"kei, so how'd you pull this gorgeous girl?" tanaka asks out of nowhere "ain't no way she fell for your snarky ass personality."

you and him both let out a chuckle and he replied with, "nah, they're just clingy as fuck and i guess they were fun to keep around."

you go quiet and the laughter has sort of died out. but the drinks keep pouring and nishinoya speaks.

"god, you're a fucking asshole," nishinoya chimes. "she's way too good for you.

although the conversation begins to take a turn in a different direction, you can't seem to get his words out of your mind.

clingy. he thinks i'm clingy.

a ball of insecurity starts to form in your stomach and his comment starts the train of overthinking. you keep telling yourself that he's had too many drinks.

yet a part of you is telling you that drunk thoughts are sober words.

how long has he thought of me as "clingy?"

the small chuckles and laughs that escape your lips have come to a halt and now you're feeling incredibly insecure. you begin to zone out and start chugging down a few glasses of wine to drown out your surroundings.

after a few eventful hours, you and tsukishima decide to grab a taxi and head home for the night. he unlocks the door to your shared apartment and you immediately head into the bedroom to change your clothes, not sparing him a second glance.

tsukishima enters the bed after cleaning up and his arm drapes over your chest. your body goes completely stiff and you're super uncomfortable with his touch, especially after his comment about you being clingy.

the moment you hear his light snores, you slowly remove his arm off your body and turn to face away from him. a feeling of numbness begins to overtake your body and you feel a sense of emptiness within.

the next morning, tsukishima woke up with a horrible headache and he instantly regretted drinking so much last night. he groans and pats your side of the bed and is greeted by just the bedsheets and not you.

grumbling, he got out of bed in search of you and finds you standing by the balcony with a cup of coffee in your hand. in that moment, his heart skips a beat and he's reminded of how much he loves you.

you yelp in surprise when you feel two arms slither around your torso and his chin resting on your shoulder. "good morning baby," he kisses your cheek.

"hi kei," you say curtly.

"what's for breakfast?"

"i just made myself toasted bread with jam. you can just make some cereal or something. i think we still have your lucky charms in the pantry," you tell him.

he pulls away from you and he feels something is off with you. you feel distant.

the feeling is confirmed when the both of you are sitting on the living room sofa while watching the new episode of your favorite reality tv show. kei expects you to come close to him and rest your head on his shoulder like you usually do yet there you are, in his vicinity, but sitting on the other end of the couch, clinging to a throw pillow.

he can't seem to concentrate on the movie when the only thing he can see is you sitting to yourself, gone completely quiet. he doesn't know what's wrong and he can't rack his mind as to what might have happened that made you so distant.

after the movie ends, he kisses your forehead and he feels your body stiffen.

what's going on? i don't know what i did?

he pulls away and looks at you. "y/n, something's wrong," he states.

you refuse to meet his gaze now and your twiddling with your fingers. he seems to have no recollection of what he's said to you last night. although, he might not recall what he said, it's the only thing you can recall in your mind. ever since this morning, whenever, you look at him, the only thing running in your mind is his words, "nah, she's just clingy as fuck and i guess she was fun to keep around."

"we're good," you reply promptly. "don't worry about it."

he grabs your hands and puts them in his which catches you off guard. you love the feeling of his hand in yours but the rational part of your brain wants to pull away, thinking about how he thought you were so clingy.

"listen, i'm not good at this. i'm not good at communicating my feelings but for you, i want to do better. so please, it would mean a lot if you could tell me what's wrong so i can help you and... us."

this is the most genuine you've seen him in a while and although to most, it may have seemed like some half-assed speech but to you, it felt raw and vulnerable.

"ok well," you began. "last night, when we were out with your friends, you were talking with your friends and well, you mentioned something about me. and it made me wonder if you think i'm clingy?"

he was confused. "no, i don't think you're clingy anymore? i don't know what you're talking about?"

the "anymore" in his response to you was something that saddened you a little. he found me clingy yet never told me?

"so you did think i was clingy, right?"

with a deep breath, he began to explain himself, "when we got together, i wasn't really used to... being so close to someone. you would always hold my hand or loop your arm in mine or something. you would always be holding me or touching me and i wasn't sure how i felt it about it at first. i was never one for physical touch so when you began to show that to me, i just... it felt... suffocating."

you're looking into his eyes, swimming with sadness and searching for answers, and he feels a mixture of sadness and guilt as he continues to explain himself.

"but being with you, i've grown to love your touch and honestly, now that i think about it, i don't know what i'd do if you just stopped being yourself and clinging on to me. i would go insane if you stopped."

kei leans in for a hug and you hug him back. you missed holding him like this and well, you just miss him. but now that kei has said all this, you're not sure about anything anymore.

you pull away and tell him, "i'm sorry you couldn't tell me that you were uncomfortable with my touches. i should have asked you how fast or slow you wanted to go and i shouldn't have forced my affection on to you."

"if you want, we can slow down. i understand," you say with a tone of finality in your voice.

"no!" he immediately replied. "it's.. it's not that. you don't force your affection on to me. you never have. i just am awkward with affection and growing up, i've never had it so i'd get super fidgety and that's why i think i felt like you were being clingy. but i love it."

"i love it when you hold my hand when we're walking to the grocery store. i love it when you doodle on my hand with your fingers when we're waiting for the food to come when we eat out. i love it when you tell me about the little stories from work while you're cooking dinner. i love it when you mumble in your sleep and snuggle close to me when it gets cold at night. i love everything about you."

kei was very much out of his comfort zone as he told you all these things and it surprised you that he noticed all these little details. you could tell he was getting embarrassed, considering how his cheeks were turning pink. you couldn't help but let a little smile seep through your facial features.

"you're so sappy," you reply.

"oh shut up."

you both laugh and then he cups your cheek in his hand, rubbing his thumb in circles. "don't ever think you force your affection on me because you never do, okay?"

"okay, kei."

the both of you spend the rest of the day with one another, making comforting memories together that the both of you will fondly remember in the future.

suna rintaro

you're not even sure how this argument even started. all you can remember is asking suna if he could accompany you to a work party that you were invited to. it was supposed to be a relatively relaxing event with not too much worries yet suna was once again trying to bail out.

"come on rin! it's one party and we never get to go out anymore," you try again for the nth time.

"y/n, jesus, i told you this, i don't want to fucking go! practice is draining me out and the one day i get off, you want me to go to some stupid fucking work party. can't you see that i want to be home?"

"we won't even have to be there that long! i just want you to come with me so you can meet some of my friends and support me. i'm really not asking for much," you counter. "i'm always trying to go to your games to support you from the stands and i'm asking you to do this one thing for me."

"i never fucking asked you to come to my games!" suna's voice began to rise and you felt yourself shrink. you had never seen him so intensely angry before. he was always so nonchalant so seeing this side of him made you nervous. "god, you're just so suffocating with everything. you always wanna do shit together, like jeez, give me a break. you're so fucking clingy sometimes; i just want space."

your mouth snaps shut and you can't find it in yourself to even reply. suna leaves the bedroom and you can head the jangle of his keys and the front door opens and then slams shut. a tear escapes from one eye and then all of a sudden, it's a full blown mental breakdown. you're sitting on the bed, crying off all your makeup.

after your cries turn into sniffles, you call up one of your colleagues, telling them you won't be attending the party. that night, you end up crying yourself to sleep.

suna had come home quite late that night after storming out.

in his head, he admits that the argument had blown up for no reason. but he just really didn't want to see your coworkers. he was cranky, annoyed, and irritated, making him deeply irrational.

as he walks into the bedroom, he sees you fast asleep in your clothes that you were planning to go out in and your makeup smudged all over your face. he felt incredibly guilty.

he messed up big time and he had to fix this. he hoped in the morning, the both of you would wake up together so he could talk it out and apologize.

you wake up the next morning feeling a lot better than last night. you turn to see suna lying in bed and a part of you just wants to run your fingers through your hair. as your fingers hover above his head, you're reminded of his words from last night.

you're so fucking clingy sometimes. i just want space.

your fingers immediately retracted and you decided to get up to start the rest of your day. you didn't want to let his words get to you. he said his opinion and there's nothing much you could do other than give him space. you'd be doing him a favor by giving him that space that he wanted, right?

suna shifts in bed, arm reaching out to your side of the bed, subconsciously. as he pats down your side of the bed, he feels the emptiness and he jolts up out of bed.

he's walking out of the bedroom and he sees you sitting on the couch, watching something on the television.

a sigh of relief escapes his mouth, thanking whatever deity out there that you hadn't left. even if you did, he couldn't blame you for it. he hurt you and there was no denying that.

"hi babe," he casually says alouds and plops on the couch next to you.

"hey."

your tone is cold and to be frank, you could care less than speak to him right now. seeing him is just a constant reminder of how clingy you are and you really don't want to be confronted with the feeling of sadness again.

in an attempt to smooth things over with you, he tries to start conversation in hopes that things will get back to normal naturally and maybe.. just maybe you'll know that he's sorry without him saying it.

"osamu was talking about some new onigiri thing he made and he wanted to drop some off for us to try. should i say yes?" he asked.

"sure."

your responses to his efforts are completely shut down and he's just praying that things get better with time. he reassures himself that things will go back to normal, it's just a matter of time. within a few days, things will be back to normal!

that's what he thought until his first volleyball match of the season came about. as he was standing in the court, his eyes scanned the rest of the stadium for your figure in hopes of finding you wearing his jersey but to no avail, he couldn't find you.

he assumed you were running late or stuck in traffic. no matter what you would be here, right?

but the first set is already over and you're nowhere to be seen. taking a quick break, he texts you:

suna: r u here?

suna: i don't see u in the stands.

it's delivered and suna's back in the court. he's misreading all of the opponent's attacks and his blocks are all being haphazardly done. the only thing on his mind is you.

the EJP coach calls for a timeout and sits him out for the rest of the match. "i don't know what's going on with you but you need to pull it together. your slacking is messing up with the rest of the team," coach berated him and all suna could do was nod his head.

he sat on the bench and immediately grabs his phone to text you.

suna: can you please answer?

suna: or call me? please?

suna: fuck y/n

suna: r u ok?

with no response, concern is etched onto his face. he tells his coach that he has to go and although he's about to suffer hell when he goes to practice tomorrow for dipping, he needs to see you.

you're seeing all of his messages.

you've seen all of them.

and you don't want to respond to a single one of them.

you know he's coming home and he's about to bombard you with questions and you don't want to respond to him. you don't want to come off as clingy again.

you hear the jangle of the keys and prepare yourself.

he opens the door and finds you in the kitchen, making yourself some snacks.

"so where were you today?" he begins.

"at home."

his hands find their way to your waist and he slowly turns you around to look him in the eye. "why didn't you come?"

you sigh in frustration. "i don't know what you want from me. you say i'm clingy and you want some space and on top of that you mentioned how you've never asked me to go to any of your games so here i am respecting your wishes like you asked yet you have the fucking audacity to ask me where i was and why i wasn't with you?"

his hands let go of your waist and he steps back to fully look at you.

"rin, i don't know what you want from me anymore."

suna's mouth opens and then shuts, not sure as to what to say to you. you were more upset about his comment than you let on and now all your anger and frustration was coming out.

"listen, i-"

"no, you listen to me," you interrupt, immediately shutting him up. "all i wanted that night was for you to come to my work party. it's all i wanted. that party was mainly for me because i helped our company reach this new milestone! and i wanted you to come and celebrate with me and my colleagues. is it so much to ask for my boyfriend to come support me?"

"and then you go on to say i'm clingy and do you have any idea how much it hurt me when you said that? when you would talk to me about anything, the only thing going through my head would be the fact that you called me clingy and god, i just wanted to vanish in thin air because i hated knowing that you thought that of me which is why i gave you your space. i kept thinking you just didn't want my affection."

you rest your elbows on the kitchen countertop and put your face in your hands. you finally burst out with all the feelings that have been suffocating your mind. it felt good to finally relieve it all but you could only imagine what was going through his mind. was he mad or upset or did he just not care about my feelings?

all of a sudden, you feel two arms wrap around your torso and kisses to the top of your head.

"love, you're not clingy. if anything, i'm the clingy one. i always want you by my side like at my games or when i go out with my friends or even if i'm just lying in bed. i want you."

he strokes your hair and now you're turning around to look at him again. his eyes are wide and a bit glassy. this is probably one of the first times you've seen emotion on his face aside from his regular snarky remarks.

"i wish i could take back what i said that night but i can't. but please know that i don't know what i'd do without you. i was really upset that night and all i wanted to was just sleep it off. but your insistence to go got me aggravated and i lashed out. you don't deserve that. you never deserve that."

"i want to be the one you wake up to in the morning. i want to be the one you take to all your work parties and events. i want to be the one you tell you gossip with. i want to be the one you have your late night talks with. i want to be the one you end your nights with. i want to be the one you spend the rest of your life with. i want to be yours."

tears started to escape your eyes and your heart was swollen. suna was never one to be so open with his emotions yet here he was opening so much to you. you hug his torso and sob into his chest.

"i love you, i'm sorry," you say.

"i love you too, and i'm sorry too," he replies, kissing the top of your forehead.

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ichigo-dream · 11 months

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Leon Kennedy - Eating Headcannons (SFW + NSFW)

Dream and I were having a drinks sesh cause the weather is good with us atm, and we ended up having a full discussion about Leon and eating. We were discussing the criteria to qualify as what we have coined a “neo fem-boy”, and how Leon has a lilll bit of squish to him despite the muscle - cause baby boy likes to EAT (both figuratively and metaphorically). Leon canonically put on 40 lbs of pure muscle between RE 2 and RE 4, yet he still somehow looks a lil bit soft and squishy soooooo we had to write this shit down.

Basically we just wanna eat up soft Leon, enjoy~

SFW

It's established canon that this man wants dinner all the time (see Leon in Infinite Darkness and Damnation)

This boy is hobbit-coded - baby boy needs at least three square meals a day - we’re talking full fry up in the morning, actual lunch and a spread for dinner. Might even squeeze in brunch and supper while he’s at it.

Snack, snacks, snacks - always snacking on something.

Having low blood sugar and being in a relationship with Leon is a match made in Heaven.

Lil baby has a sweet tooth

His jacket and coat pockets will always have some form of sweet in them - gum, lollipops, hard boiled sweets, Tiic Tacs, jawbreakers,

Any time you’re in the car together or watching a film, you can hear the hard sugar shell clacking against his teeth.

Will hide food, and eat in bed - you get into bed after a long day and when your head hits the pillow, you’ll hear a plastic rustle. Reaching under you’ll find a half-eaten packet of cookies or biscuits he’d been snacking on earlier that he had shoved under your pillow.

Will finish your food for you

Birthdays are his fav - any excuse to have cake this boy will use it - will eat any kind, but boy is a slut for vanilla cake and strawberry jam filling - you will often have to wipe the cream and jam from the corners of his mouth.

Will fuck up a strawberry sundae especially in the summer time.

Speaking of summer, it’s one of his favourite seasons

Loves to eat outside in the sunshine when it’s hot and balmy

Perfect weather for ice cream or milkshakes – and he won’t waste a single drop. If he notices some trickling down the cool glass in his hands, he’ll lick it up, completely oblivious to how the small action makes you blush.

You’ll often catch him eating his cereal standing up, watching TV or nosying at the neighbours having an argument in the streets below, still in his pyjama bottoms.

Loves milkshake straws - has a collection of different flavours - though, when he doesn’t use a straw, he is always oblivious to the cute lil milkstache.

Will squirt cream straight into his mouth in front of the fridge.

Weddings, and other events are the worst for him, as whilst he loves desserts, they rarely serve his favourites.

“I fucking hate pavlova” he grumbles, proceeding to eat it anyway, just to get his sugar fix.

Loves fruit - will eat raspberries one by one off the tips of his fingers.

You’ll catch him eating ice cream sitting on the kitchen floor in front of the fridge in the middle of the night, sucking on his spoon and looking at you like a deer in headlights when he sees you standing there watching him.

Will get cranky if he doesn’t get to eat - hangry vibes

If he wakes up late, he will refuse to leave without breakfast - this boy will run out the door with a piece of toast in his mouth like an anime school girl.

His RPD uniform has lots of “fancy pockets” and what are they good for? Emergency snack storage - nuts, sweets, biscuits, dried fruit.

For his birthday, you buy him candy bracelets - heart eyes for days - and he sits and absent-mindedly sucks on them at his desk at work, thinking of you.

NSFW

As a birthday present, you wear a candy necklace during sex and Leon attacks your neck, sucking and biting at it whilst he fucks you.

Due to his habits, he always tastes sweet - all of him tastes sweet if you catch our drift (ya, his cum)

Whilst he’s squirting cream into his mouth, if you happen to be walking past and notice some of it lingering on the corners of his mouth and decide to lick it off, baby boy will forget everything he’s doing and fuck you over the kitchen table.

Speaking of cream - will use it on you when he fucks you, kitten-licking the sweet dollops off your warm skin (tits, collarbones, stomach - he's gonna eat you up)

If you’re curious about something he’s eating and want to taste some, he’ll kiss you in lieu of sharing (Leon is only possessive over two things - you and food).

Big into gum sharing - will use it as an excuse to start making out with you.

If things get a little messy when you’re eating cake, he will lick your hands clean if he’s in the mood.

Leon is a munch in more ways than one.

This boy will eat you out of house and home, including your pussy.

Could eat three square meals a day and will still go down on you like he’s starving.

Kitchen? Bedroom? Sofa? Standing up? Doesn’t matter - man’s is ready to munch anytime anywhere.

Whilst he’s eating you out, he’ll rut his hips against the bed - the sugar rush means he is always full of energy and ready to go at all times.

Will suck on your clit like it's a gobstopper.

Gets bratty when he hasn’t had a snack - but, it just so happens that he considers you to be the sweetest one.

Be prepared to be fucked within an inch of your life when he gets like this - or for him to eat you out until you can’t walk (will bring you a snack afterwards ofc).

This man gained 40lbs of muscle— but like we said, baby boy is still soft

Leon puts you in a headlock whilst he fucks you and his biceps have a nice lil bit of squish which you relish in when he chokes you.

His ass jiggles - when he’s lying stomach down on bed, you love slapping it when you walk past and watching it jiggle like jelly - this action without fail will make him blush and whine “Stop!” every time.

You like to bite him

He’s too cute and squishy to resist honestly

Playfully nibbling his plump lil cheek

Biting his thick arms

When you’re riding him and can’t resist playfully kneading his tits like a kitten, and it makes him grab your wrists and fuck into you harder - he’ll later claim that him turning red from his cheeks to his chest was from exertion and not embarrassment.

He is the comfiest place to lie on when you’re fucked out and riding the waves of post-orgasmic bliss.

If you made it this far, comment “Bingo!”

Thank you for reading!

Love,

Ichigo and Dream xoxo

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy headcannons

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barelytolerabled · 5 months

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Speeding Hearts part 2

lando norris x fem!driverReader

summary: you and your best friend, Pierre Gasly, had the same dream. but now that you're living it together you start to want something else, someone else.

WC: 3k333

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The morning light gently filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the hotel room. As the world slowly stirred awake, you found yourself already up, the excitement of the day ahead pulling you from slumber. Pierre, still lost in dreams, slept peacefully in the bed, undisturbed by the early morning.

Quietly moving about the room, you got ready for the day, ensuring not to wake your peacefully sleeping friend. Just as you put the finishing touches, a faint knock on the door interrupted the calm.

Carefully tiptoeing to the door, you cautiously opened it to find Lando standing outside, a bright smile on his face. "Good morning! Ready for breakfast?" he greeted, not aware of the sleeping figure in the room.

Nodding softly, you replied in a whisper, "Just a moment, let me grab my purse."

Lando chuckled softly, slightly amused by the whispered exchange, but his amusement faded into slight confusion when he glanced past you and saw Pierre sleeping soundly in the double bed. The realization of the situation dawned on Lando, his eyebrows raised in puzzled surprise, but he tactfully said nothing, not wanting to intrude or make assumptions.

When you reappeared, ready to head out, Lando greeted you with a warm smile and offered his arm in a gentlemanly gesture. You smiled back appreciatively, silently grateful for his discretion. Together, you left the room, leaving Pierre undisturbed in his peaceful slumber.

Seated in the hotel cafeteria, you and Lando navigated through breakfast, exchanging light banter and discovering shared quirks. It turned out both of you were picky eaters, sparking a conversation about your culinary preferences.

"So, what's your go-to breakfast?" Lando asked, sipping his coffee.

You chuckled, "I'm a simple cereal person. Nothing too fancy."

"Ah, a classic choice," Lando grinned. "I'm more of a toast and jam kind of guy myself."

As the conversation flowed, you learned about Lando's racing journey, his interests outside of Formula One, and the nuances that made him uniquely Lando Norris. It felt like you were getting to know a friend, someone who shared not only the racing track but also the quirks and nuances of everyday life.

However, there lingered a curiosity in Lando's eyes, a question he hesitated to ask. Sensing the unspoken inquiry, you met his gaze, a silent acknowledgment between newfound friends. The topic of Pierre hung in the air, unspoken but present.

Lando decided to shift the conversation, "So, do you have any pre-race rituals or superstitions?

You chuckled, "Well, Pierre and I have this thing where we exchange a good luck gesture before every race. It's been a tradition since our karting days."

Lando smiled, seemingly satisfied with the answer. He knew there was more to discover about the dynamics between you and Pierre, but for now, he respected the budding friendship and decided to let time unravel the layers naturally.

As the breakfast conversation continued, the camaraderie between you and Lando deepened, setting the foundation for a friendship that promised shared laughter and maybe some challenges.

The conversation between you and Lando continued, the light banter creating a comfortable atmosphere. Lando, perhaps fueled by a spontaneous impulse, finally decided to address the lingering curiosity.

"So," he began, trying to sound casual, "you got anyone at home?"

You raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk forming. "Planning on asking me out if I say I'm single?"

Lando, caught off guard, chuckled nervously, "Well, aren't we currently out?"

You couldn't help but laugh, nodding in agreement. "True, true. I guess breakfast is still a form of you taking me out."

He grinned, "So?"

Before you could respond, the door to the cafeteria swung open, and a slightly panicked Pierre entered. "You scared me! I fell asleep with you, and you're not there anymore when I woke up."

You exchanged a glance with Lando, suppressing a smile. Pierre, oblivious to the playful banter, seemed genuinely relieved to find you safe and sound.

Lando, seizing the opportunity to diffuse any tension, chimed in, "Don't worry, mate. I just borrowed her for a quick breakfast. No harm done."

Pierre, realizing the lighthearted nature of the situation, joined in the laughter. "Alright, alright. Just give me a heads up next time."

In the bustling atmosphere of the Alpine garage, as you and Pierre prepared for the upcoming session, Lando, with a sly smile, approached Charles Leclerc. Attempting to maintain an air of casual nonchalance, he casually inquired, "So, Charles, I was wondering... Is Pierre’s teammate seeing someone?"

Charles, perceptive as ever, arched an eyebrow. "Why the sudden interest in her, Lando?"

Lando shrugged, feigning nonchalance, "Just curious, you know. She's cool, and I thought maybe..."

Charles interrupted with a laugh, "Maybe you're thinking of asking her out?"

Caught off guard, Lando stammered, "Well, I mean, if she's single and all..."

Charles chuckled, "Relax, mate. Her and Pierre are just friends. They go way back."

Lando's eyes widened in realization, "Wait, really? They're not... together?"

Charles shook his head, "Nope, just good friends. But I'd be careful if I were you. Pierre is quite protective of her."

Lando, unable to shake off his suspicions, continued to observe the interactions between you and Pierre in the Alpine garage. As he watched the two of you work seamlessly together, a perplexed expression on his face, he approached Charles once again, this time a bit more insistent.

"But seriously, Charles, they even sleep in the same bed? How is that purely platonic?"

Charles, amused by Lando's persistent curiosity, let out a hearty laugh. "Mate, not everyone shares your romantic inclinations. They're like siblings. It's a friendship that runs deep, and sometimes, people are just comfortable being close without anything romantic going on."

Lando, still trying to wrap his head around the concept, mused, "I guess I'm just not used to that level of friendship. It's a bit strange, isn't it?"

Charles patted Lando on the back, offering a reassuring smile. "Different strokes for different folks, my friend. Just enjoy the diversity in the paddock, and you'll get used to it.

A subtle doubt lingered in the back of his mind. Could he realistically pursue something with you knowing that you shared a bed with your best friend? The thought, like a persistent whisper, nagged at him. Only one way to know.

Charles, unable to resist the opportunity to tease you, approached with a knowing smile. "What did you do to the poor boy, mmh?"

You rolled your eyes playfully, "What are you talking about, Charles?"

He chuckled, "Lando's on a mission to win over Pierre. You know how pissed Pierre could be, right? We've been there before, chérie."

A mischievous grin played on Charles' face as he referred to the teenage years when he had a crush on you, and Pierre, your steadfast best friend, had promptly rejected him. The memories of those youthful antics added a layer of nostalgia to the current situation.

You couldn't help but laugh, "Oh, please. Lando is just trying to be friendly. Pierre knows we're just friends."

Charles raised an eyebrow, "Just friends, huh? Well, we'll see how this plays out. It's always interesting when emotions mix with the adrenaline of the racetrack."

Charles, still wearing a sly grin, continued the playful banter. "Well, if Lando manages to win over Pierre, he'll be a legend in the Formula One dating game."

You shot back, a twinkle in your eye, "Let's imagine you're right. Maybe Lando will be a real man and not care what Pierre thinks, unlike you when we were younger, Cha."

Charles feigned offense, placing a hand over his heart, "Ouch, chérie. Bringing up ancient history, are we? I'll have you know I've matured into a charming gentleman now."

You smirked, "Sure, Charles. Charming as ever."

Charles, ever the provocateur, continued with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Well, I must say, all the men seem to be vying for your attention these days."

You quirked an eyebrow, playing along, "Oh, do they? I hadn't noticed."

Charles laughed, "Come on, you can't deny that you've got the attention of the paddock."

With a smirk, you shot back, "Well, Charles, the only man I care about is Pierre. The rest can keep their attention to themselves."

Charles raised his hands in mock surrender, "Alright, alright. Pierre's the chosen one. But if you ever get tired of that single-man devotion, you know where to find me."

Charles, turning back after he started to walk away, leaned in and whispered, "Oh and I had a little chat with Lando. Set him straight about you and Pierre."

You raised an eyebrow, "And what did you tell him?"

A smirk played on Charles' lips as he responded, "Informed him that you and Pierre are just friends. But, you know, since you're looking for a 'real man' who doesn't care about Pierre's opinion, I might just have to try my luck again."

You couldn't help but laugh at the playful persistence. "Charles, you never give up, do you?"

He winked, "Persistence is a virtue, chérie. Who knows, maybe this time will be different."

Pierre, appearing seemingly out of nowhere, wrapped his arms around both you and Charles, a protective gesture that spoke volumes. He gave Charles a playful shake, a stern expression on his face. "Charles, don't tell me you're bothering her again. Don't you remember what happened last time?"

Charles, caught off guard, looked at you, and you met his gaze with a knowing smile. Without missing a beat, he replied, "What if I am?"

You leaned into Pierre's side, a playful air surrounding the trio. "Oh, come on, Pierre. Charles is just being Charles.”

Pierre's eyebrows shot up in mock disbelief, "You're incorrigible, Charles. Just remember, I'll always be here to keep you in check."

You sighed, playfully testing the waters. "What if I want to go out with Charles, Pierre?"

Pierre, not missing a beat, pulled you closer, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "You don't need him. You have me."

You laughed at his response, appreciating the humor. "Well, aren't I lucky?"

Pierre grinned, "Damn right, you are."

As the banter settled, you declared, "Alright, enough of this. It's time for the third free practice. Focus, boys."

Pierre and Charles exchanged a glance before breaking into laughter, the easy camaraderie of your friendship echoing through the paddock. With a final teasing remark, you led the way to the track.

As the anticipation built up in the pit, you and Pierre focused on the task at hand, qualifying for the race. The air buzzed with excitement as the engines roared to life, signaling the beginning of a crucial session.

You and Pierre exchanged a knowing glance before executing your pre-qualifying ritual.

With the ritual complete, you and Pierre revved up the engines and headed out onto the track, pushing your respective cars to the limit. The circuit came alive with the sound of roaring engines and screeching tires as the drivers vied for the best positions on the grid.

When the dust settled, you secured a commendable 10th position, while Pierre landed just ahead at 9th. The satisfaction of a successful qualifying session was evident as you both returned to the garage.

Pierre grinned, "Not bad, mon ange. P9 and P10 – we're in a good position for the race."

You nodded, the thrill of a successful qualification coursing through you. "Let's turn this into a strong race tomorrow."

The team gathered around, discussing strategy and fine-tuning the cars for the upcoming challenge.

As Pierre headed off for dinner with Charles, you found yourself standing in front of your hotel room, contemplating the evening ahead. A spontaneous idea struck you, and you walked a few rooms away to Lando's door.

Lando greeted you with a wide smile as he opened the door. "Hey there! What brings you to my humble abode?"

You chuckled, "Well, Pierre is not around tonight, and I was thinking maybe we could grab dinner together."

Lando's eyes lit up, "Absolutely! I'd love to. Come on in."

The two of you headed out to a nearby restaurant, sharing stories and laughter over a casual dinner. The evening unfolded with a mix of camaraderie and newfound friendship, offering a pleasant contrast to the usual dynamics in the fast-paced world of Formula One.

As you and Lando walked to the restaurant, there was a casual ease in the way your arm rested around his. The evening air carried a sense of camaraderie, and the prospect of a relaxed dinner provided a welcomed break from the intensity of the racing world.

Entering the first restaurant you spotted, you opted for a cozy spot where you could sit facing each other. The ambiance was warm, and the soft glow of the lights created a tranquil atmosphere.

Deciding to unwind a bit, you suggested ordering a bottle of wine to accompany dinner. Tomorrow marked your first race, and the stress that accompanied it was tangible. A glass of wine seemed like the perfect way to ease the tension and enjoy the evening.

As the waiter brought the wine to the table, you raised your glass, offering a toast to the upcoming race. The clink of glasses echoed through the restaurant, and with each sip, the conversation flowed, weaving a tapestry of shared experiences and laughter.

As the dinner progressed and the wine worked its magic, a playful mood settled over the table. Feeling a bit lightheaded, you decided to inject some teasing into the evening. Casually, under the table, your foot found its way to Lando's, engaging in a subtle game of footsie.

Lando, catching on to the mischief, shot you a smirk across the table. "Getting a bit bold, aren't we?"

You chuckled, "Just adding a touch of excitement to the evening. It's not every day we get to relax like this."

As the evening unfolded, the playful teasing escalated. With a mischievous glint in your eye, your foot ventured further up Lando's leg under the table. The wine-induced boldness seemed to amplify the shared amusement between you two.

Lando, a mix of surprise and amusement, tried to maintain composure. "Alright, you're taking this to a whole new level."

You couldn't help but giggle, "Just adding a bit of thrill to our dinner. Racing isn't the only thing I can be competitive at."

The playful banter and discreet footsie became a shared secret, a moment of laughter and connection that lingered in the air.

Feeling the effects of the wine, Lando decided it was time to call it a night. As you both prepared to leave, you couldn't resist a final tease, asking if he didn't enjoy your touch.

Lando, with a charming smile, replied, "It's not about that. I just think you're not in your right mind tonight."

You scoffed, adding a playful jab, "Charles seemed to think you liked me, but I guess that was a misunderstanding if you don't want me to touch you. Maybe I should entertain his advances then."

Lando's smile faltered, confusion replacing amusement. "Wait, what are you talking about?”

With a sly grin, you informed him, "Charles is ready to do whatever he wants to me, no matter what Pierre might think." Without waiting for a response, you got up, a mix of frustration and playful defiance in your stride, and headed toward the exit, leaving Lando behind to ponder the unexpected turn of the evening.

Feeling the cold air hit you as you stepped out of the restaurant, a wave of clarity washed over you, and regret settled in. "What the hell did you just do?" The realization of your actions during dinner hit you hard.

Suddenly, you felt warmth enveloping your shoulders. Lando had placed his jacket around you, a silent gesture of comfort. In the midst of the chilly night, neither of you spoke. Instead, you instinctively buried your face in his neck, expressing your regret and apologies.

"Why are you sorry?" Lando's voice was gentle, breaking the silence.

You mumbled into his jacket, "I acted like a perv at dinner. It's just... it's been so long since I did anything with a man."

Surprised, Lando questioned, "How come? You could have anyone."

Your voice was soft and tinged with frustration, "It's hard with Pierre's protectiveness."

Lando's inquiries persisted, seeking clarity in the midst of your shared vulnerability. "How long?" His voice was gentle, probing gently for understanding.

Confused at first, you soon comprehended his question. "Oh, how long since... sex?" you echoed, your voice barely above a whisper. "A few months," you admitted quietly, feeling a mix of embarrassment and vulnerability.

Apologies tumbled out of you once again as you attempted to explain your actions, the wine-induced boldness, and the desire for a carefree night without Pierre's watchful presence.

But before you could continue, Lando interrupted gently, "Stop apologizing. I'd love to make love to you, but tonight isn't the night." His voice was tender yet firm, expressing a longing and desire that had simmered beneath the surface.

He explained further, a raw honesty coloring his words, "I want to own you, to have you as mine and only mine, but not when you're a bit drunk."

Tears welled up in your eyes, frustration and disappointment intertwining as you struggled to process the conflicting emotions. "I just... I thought tonight would be different. I thought I could have a good night without worrying about everything and everyone," you admitted, the vulnerability in your voice laid bare.

Lando's expression softened, a mixture of understanding and concern. "I know, and I'm sorry if I've let you down. It's not about not wanting you; it's just not the right moment. You deserve more than a hasty decision made in the heat of the moment."

You sniffled, trying to compose yourself. "I know you're not being mean, but it hurts. I thought... I thought tonight could be about me, just for once."

Lando gently lifted your chin, meeting your gaze. "It can be about you, but let's make sure it's the right way. I want it to be special, not clouded by too much wine or emotions. You deserve that."

Lando, sensing the need for a shift in the evening's atmosphere, suggested, "What about a good movie? Something to take our minds off things for a bit?"

Sniffing away the remnants of your tears, you nodded appreciatively. "Yeah, a movie sounds nice."

Together, you walked back to the hotel, the night air now carrying a different tone – one of shared understanding. In Lando's room, the soft glow of the TV screen illuminated the space, creating a cozy setting for the impromptu movie night.

The movie cast a warm glow in the room, and as its credits rolled, a quiet comfort settled between you and Lando. The weight of unspoken desires and the tangled emotions of the night seemed to dissipate.

Feeling a sense of camaraderie, you curled up on the bed, finding an unexpected solace in the company of Lando. The dim light illuminated the room as the hushed whispers of the night surrounded you.

As sleep gently claimed you both, a peaceful tranquility settled in, anchoring you in the shared moments of the evening.

Coucou chérie, Pierre a un peu trop profité de la soirée je le garde cette nuit, repose-toi bien bisous❤️

hi honey it’s charles, pierre drunk a bit too much im keeping him tonight, rest well xoxo❤️

Je viens de rentrer t’es où?

just got back, where are you?

That’s not fun answer your phone please

#charles leclerc #lando norris #lando norris x reader #f1 #f1 fic #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #pierre gasly #lando x reader

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b-yeonder · 9 months

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Bringing Them Breakfast In Bed (Brothers + Undateables)

↬ Genre/Content Warnings: Fluff. Someone gets a boner.

LUCIFER:

When you walk in balancing the breakfast tray Lucifer is already sat up in bed checking his D.D.D for any important news from RAD, but his attention is quickly diverted to you. The spread you offer him? Buttered toast, two different types of jam in cute little decorative jars, a full wine glass, and a cup of tea.

"Wine in the morning? What do you take me for," he chuckles putting his phone down. Grinning you tell him that it's just grape juice to which he laughs and accepts the tray from you with a sincere thank you. Finds it incredibly endearing and can't stop smiling - calls you his good girl/boy with a wink. Will definitely put him in a good mood for the rest of the day.

MAMMON:

"For me? All of it? Really?"

Yup! He's flabbergasted, blinking stupidly with his mouth hanging open as his cheeks redden before eventually catching himself and clearing his throat, putting on his usual bravado.

"Well damn, I definitely deserve this huh, being the Great Mammon after all!" Cheeks are still red despite his demeanor change. Takes the tray and starts tucking in with gusto.

"Ya gonna help me with this right? Here, I'll feed ya a pancake look--"

He does, insisting on feeding it to you by hand and is a happy bubbly fella all morning. Why? Because his human pampered him and he feels s p e c i a l. (Because he is, of course.)

LEVIATHAN:

Shakes off his tiredness in an instant when he realises what you're handing him.

"Is this that Limited Edition Ruri-chan cereal!? WHOOOAAH!"

A million thank yous before he takes a million pictures to post on his social media (probably with cute captions like "I have the best gf/bf lololololol") and is loathe to eat it but it looks so good and ohhh man he's caved already and it IS good. You can't help but laugh at him as he eats it with his eyes closed, humming happily.

"I can't believe you got these. Just for me? Really? Like, the whole box, you don't want any at all?" Blushes reaaal hard once it dawns on him how difficult it must have been for you to get and that you made all the effort for him and him only.

"What if I feed you a spoonful? They're really good." Blushy blush, hide behind that fringe cutie pie.

SATAN:

"Ohh well well well, what have we here?" A smirk as you hand him his tray. Freezes when he sees what's on his plate and his cheeks redden quickly. You can't help but grin as he just stares. Cat pancakes. Cat-head shaped pancakes with syrupy faces.

"You okay there?"

"I....they're..." He clears his throat and blinks up at you.

"Cute right?" Your grin widens as he nods.

"I don't know if I can eat them..." At his mumbled confession you laugh and plop next to him on the bed, offering to feed them to him which has him blushing more. What can I say, sleepy morning bedhead Satan is easily flustered.

ASMODEUS:

"Oh darling this is amazing! But really all you had to do was show up nude and that would have been all the breakfast I need--"

"ASMO!"

He giggles and licks his lips at the delicious looking spread laid before him. "G A S P, is this GLITTERY JAM!?"

"Yes! Isn't it cool?"

Squeals and tucks in, rolling his eyes in his head. "Oh my gosh it tastes as good as it looks. This would make a good lipstick colour, we should go looking for one later." Uses it as an opportunity to gossip and get a few little flirtatious moves in before the day has even started. Dabbing jam on your nose just to lick it off making you snort with laughter and shove him away.

BEELZEBUB:

Presented with a full English breakfast, a giant stack of pancakes, and orange juice - his eyes are the size of saucers as his pupils flick from the food to you.

"What's wrong, handsome?"

"I'm trying to decide what I want to eat more right now - the food or you." Because yes the poor sausage is overwhelmed and gets hard with excitement over all the deliciousness before him. Ends up shoving some egg in his gob followed by a pancake and half of the orange juice before pouncing on you. "Lemme love you!"

"BEEEL-!" He's grinning and smothering you with breakfasty smooches leaving you a giggling mess.

(Would want to finish his breakfast with you wrapped in his arms after because hugs and food are the best.)

BELPHEGOR:

"I've never seen you eat breakfast so I didn't know what to make you therefore I am serving myself," you say, gesturing to yourself with a flourish.

"Perfect." Instantly grabs you and starts biting and gnawing at you making you erupt in a fit of giggles and try to push him off. "Mmmm human, so delicious!" Keeps going, pinning you down and climbing on top.

"BELPHIE STOP THAT TICKLES." Evil grin plastered on his face, eventually ends the antics with a kiss on your nose. Then bites it.

"Just for future reference though, I love a good omelette. Make me one of those and I'm yours forever."

"You're not already mine forever?"

"No, you suck, make me an omelette." Collapses on top of you so you can't go and make one even if he wasn't just winding you up.

DIAVOLO:

Has a massive grin on his face the moment you set foot in his room, getting even bigger when he sees you've brought food. You serve it professionally, pretending to be Barbatos and making him laugh.

"Your breakfast, young Master."

"Ooo, my birthday must have come early? OH! Is that...a foam Cerberus in my coffee!?"

Devours everything eagerly, insisting on sharing with you no matter how much you protest.

"Come now, you deserve to taste the fruit of your labours. It's wonderful!" Like a big kid, smothers you with kisses when he's done. "I'll have to think of a proper way to repay you..."

BARBATOS:

Completely taken by surprise - it was usually him that was serving meals after all and here you were up at an even earlier hour than him handing him a breakfast tray? Doesn't know what to say at first, eyes roaming over the food you'd prepared for him until he spots the little flower-shaped strawberries you'd cut for him - something he'd done for you once to cheer you up when you were sick.

"Seeee," you say with a playful nudge as you settle next to him. "I've been learning."

"You have...this looks wonderful, thank you." He leans over to press a delicate kiss to your lips and you mumble a quiet you're welcome against them. The two of you share a rare moment of solitude chatting idly and enjoying each others' company before another busy day at the Palace begins.

SOLOMON:

Eyes you and the food warily. "You trying to poison me again?"

"Dude it was just gone-off milk it wouldn't have killed you. Also that was a whole year ago why are you still holding that against me?"

"Yeah well..." Sniffs it just to be sure then flashes you a playful smile. "I'm just messing. This looks really good - thanks."

Halfway through tucking in: "Y'know I'd offer to return the favour but you'd probably die so I won't bother."

"Yeah please don't," you laugh, resting your head on his shoulder.

"Although....what if you were my breakfast next time? Worth a thought," he mused, tapping his spoon against his bottom lip as you rolled your eyes.

SIMEON:

Oh...this is awkward...

You both are bearing breakfast trays intended for the other, and you both burst into laughter before making your way to his room where you swap trays and tuck in.

"I can't believe this..."

"We're too in tune with each other," Simeon smiles, sipping at his tea.

"Yeah, I guess we are." The food was delicious - heavenly even and you found yourself closing your eyes from pleasure while eating it. "This is amazing, Sims."

"Glad you like it," he replied with a grin. "You've made these eggs perfectly."

"I'll have to make them for you more often."

"I'd like that a lot."

Simeon definitely tries feeding you at one point, laughing sweetly at your eagerness to take it from him.

~ Obey Me! Masterlist ~

~ The Grand Masterlist ~

#obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me solomon #obey me simeon #obey me fluff #obey me scenarios

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nanamimizz · 1 year

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𝐃𝚶𝐍'𝐓 𝐋𝚬𝐀𝐕𝚬 𝐀 𝐌𝚬𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐆𝚬 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝚬𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝚬 𝐓𝚶𝐍𝚬.

tags: 18+ minors dni, fem reader, penetrative sex, female receiving oral, unprotected sex, overstimulation, dubcon voyeurism (reader is not aware of it happening), themes of jealousy, possessiveness, reader and kunigami grew up together but began dating well into his pro soccer career, phone sex, shitty ex boyfriends, references to the hellscape that is blue lock- let me know if i missed something. inspired greatly by @prettyboykatsuki

synopsis: when your ex-boyfriend keeps the phone ringing the the last thing he expects is for your current boyfriend to pick up the call.

When Kunigami returned from Blue Lock it was your happiest day, 6 months away from him who was at the time your best friend, was painful but when he gripped you tightly in his arms after being destroyed and rebuilt for the sport he loves you knew something else happened to him beyond soccer training. His career took off and you were there for him every step of the way but it was undeniable that he came back differently. Kunigami Rensuke at the age of 17 was warm - it shone in the autumn of his eyes the gentle way he would tuck the hair behind your ear when you would confide in him the terrible things your then boyfriend had said to you and it was felt in the understanding ways he would comfort you. Now he has changed - before he was a warm campfire, now Kunigami Rensuke was a wildfire that rages just for you and the field.

And maybe it is because of this newfound fire that makes him act the way he does when he finds out that your stupid fucking ex-boyfriend has been calling you non-stop since he was away for the season. It was the first thing you told him when he came back - that you planned to change your number as soon as he came back since your ex-boyfriend who had broken up with you 2 years after high school, right before you met, has taken to calling you and messaging you. Sometimes it was drunkenly, other times it was when he was sober but all the same, Kunigami hated it.

Kunigami does not hate most things - aside from losing and milk-soaked cereal he really, really hates your ex-boyfriend. He hates how the dumb schmuck doesn’t know that your favorite breakfast since middle school is toast with butter and jam followed by hot coffee with milk. He hates that he didn’t know that your favorite manga is Fruit Baskets and your favorite pokemon is a Glaceon. He hates how the fucking idiot doesn’t know that it’s your dream to see the Northern Lights and that you like a watercolor painting even if you aren’t the best at it yet.

Most of all, Kunigami Resnuke hates that this man had you for 5 years, throughout high school and two years after, and could not treat you with the decency you deserved. It was almost unjust, how a man like that had a woman like you. You were a kind-hearted girl, he remembers being little kids and how you struggled to play soccer with him but you always entertained him just because him being happy made you happy. Or you trying to learn how to play his scary gun games because that's what he liked to play and the years had made you as beautiful as your heart, it is an undeniable truth. Now you were his and he made it his goal to treat you as lovingly as you regard him.

Even if he has to put up with both of your mothers knowing and teasing glances at your budding and enduring relationship.

This is why he takes it personally when he hears your phone ring only a day when he’s back in the country - returning from abroad from the season and he sees a blocked number flash on the screen. Sucking at his teeth, a habit he’s picked up from Isagi from all people and he slides the call denied button, turning off your phone to give you peace of mind for the rest of the night. It works only for a while as you come out of the shower, skin flushed from the water he often jokes about being scalding with a soft smile that fades when you reach for your phone, turning it out to look through your emails and find that someone had called you - the person you wish had never even taken a second glance at. It makes Kunigami frown, he hates it when your smile falls and your pretty face is made into something that tugs at his heartstrings.

It bothers him, an itch he can’t scratch as he watches you from the corner of his eye as you go through your routine of brushing your hair and applying lotion to your freshly bathed body - a new habit you started as you had enough of dealing with the itchiness of dry skin. That sad look on your face haunts him every time he closes his eyes and it’s what leads him to get up from his place on the bed until he is at your back from where you sit in front of the mirror. You raise your gaze to look at him through the mirror and you smile, so softly he still feels his knees go a little weak.

“Hi baby,” You say as you lean back to him to let him put his hands - so big and tan on your shoulders until your back is flush with his front. Kunigami is mighty in all things and even his heart can be felt through his skin until it marches to the beat of your own. Between the two of you, you are the one that vocalizes the affection of your relationship - saccharine pet names often befall your lips in a way that leaves him hot, cheeks blushing, and ears tinted pink. Even now Kunigami does not stand a chance when you call him your baby.

“Are you okay?’ He asks and you only sigh, eyes downcast in a way he can’t stand, and he tongues at his cheek in frustration because he knows why you are upset but he can’t do much about it if he doesn’t want to end up in some prison. You don’t even have it in you to say something back, letting yourself be brought close to him in a way that makes you wish you could just melt into bones and be one with the man you love more than anything.

“You want a distraction?” He asks, nose in your hair and he sighs at the scent of peppermint and tea tree oil. His question makes you shake - yes, yes you would like a distraction only he can give to you. You had wanted to hold back, give him the night to be settled but you’ve missed Rensuke, you missed how he kisses you and how he makes love to you. This time apart has been hard, the constant digging of an old wound has made you vulnerable and you need him as close to you as possible right now.

It’s why Kunigami takes you to the bed - kisses you with teeth and tongue, and puts his mouth on places only he has discovered. No one compares to him in how thorough he is with pulling every whine and soft moan from your plush mouth. He has you on your back, your legs crossed and narrowed with your heels digging into the curvature of his flexed shoulders as he keeps you in place for himself to devour you entirely. White teeth shine with the slick he pulls from you, lips that are often bitten and slightly cracked are wet with you as you tremble above him, sighing his name like he’s some sort of god to you - “Rensuke, Rensuke, Rensuke!”

Maybe he is because that’s what lovers see each other as right? He is sure you were something divine from the moment you two traded vulpixes and growlthies in the copies of LeafGreen and FireRed you two played in his childhood room to how he looks at the diamond rings he plans for the engagement that you don’t even know about. He drinks from you like you are something mythical, ambrosia and nectar can be sourced only from what your spread legs bear for him and him alone, he doesn’t even notice it but he’s made you cum twice now. Kunigami raises his head, the bottom half of his face slicked and shining with you and he eyes your puffy cunt with hungry eyes.

Desire, he hungers for more of what only you give.

You’re breathless, panting, and soaked with cum on your bottom half, sweat above the waist. Autumn eyes stay focused on your puffy cunt, swollen and sticky with his drool, and your release that clings between your thighs like a spider’s web. His tongue, the same one that was as deep as it can get inside of you, licks his bottom lip and you can only clench around nothing at the sight of it. Kunigami grins victoriously at the motion, you always bring your thighs flush when you clench and tighten at the idea of him being inside of you he finds it precious as it is enticing. He laughs, it’s gruff to your ears but you already know what comes next so with a whine that is lost in the heated air of the room, you spread your legs and he soothes your hiss with a thumb that rubs at your inner thigh.

His cock is in his other hand that doesn’t soothe you and you try not to think that it is so like him - one side still has the Kunigami you grew up with and the other has the side of him that changed without you. His cock is tanned and heavy, bending under its weight it frightened you the first time you saw it; it would be a lie to say it still doesn’t. However Kunigami is a kind lover, he makes sure you are wet, leaking for him before he puts that monster you’ve lovingly called it before near you. This is why when the head meets the fluttering opening of your heat you only whine - high-pitched and faint when it first pushes in and you only gasp at the halfway point where his cock is the thickest. Kunigami huffs a laugh, he still thinks it’s cute you take his cock every time like it’s the first time although his libido makes it so you’ve taken him almost a hundred times.

You’ve taken him to base now - he fills you so well you wonder if you were made to be his. Panting and drooling, your legs are wrapped uselessly around his hips from how they tremble under the weight of his strokes. Kunigami likes to fuck you deeply, starting slow he builds the pace until your brain is melting out of your ears. Your breath is shortened, it’s hard to moan out his name at its full length and it’s apparent in how you mutter out short rasps of “Ren, Ren - oh!” Short, girlish little pants are taken from you and Kunigami delights in them - this is what victory tastes like, bathed in the sweetness of your honey that sticks to his pelvis to his balls.

He can still taste it on his tongue too.

The head of his cock never misses, it hits the bundle of nerves on your insides that make you squeal into his neck as your thighs are molded into his hips, he feels like he is something special if he gets to see you like this.

Which is why, when your phone rings for the second tonight - you can only moan when you see the darkened look that paints his handsome face. The gray screen of the blocked number flashed and something wicked came your way. You couldn’t have stopped him, your mind is muddled by pleasure and your form is weakened by how he saps the strength from you with each thrust. You are entirely helpless when he reaches over, Kunigami as long as he is broad and he answers the phone with a well-timed thrust that makes you moan high over the rustling of the sheets and your boyfriend’s low moans. The call is quiet, shock paints the absence of sound as the sounds of your coupling echo in the receiver of the call.

“The hell you keep calling for - she’s fucking,” Kunigami rasps a groan as your cunt flutters, a sign that your third completion of the night is on the rise.” Fuck, she’s busy. Stop calling.”

You can faintly hear the muffled curses that your ex lets out but it doesn’t matter now because now you are thrown over the cliff's edge - Kunigami’s thumb found itself at your clit while you were too busy gazing up at him. The pleasure is immense, from the way he looks down at you; Kunigami sees you as both his person and his possession - people are allowed to covet for what is his but they are not allowed to commit any attempt to try and take it. He can share anything but you, he can give anything up but you. The same way he is greedy so is the pleasure he plucked from you, your vision whitens and you swear you hear the ocean in your ears.

Kunigami Rensuke has earned the right to be at your side, anyone else is a nobody that doesn’t deserve to breathe your air. Not even the stupid fucking chump that once was your boyfriend.

You are so lost in the sea of pleasure you don’t realize that the call hasn’t dropped yet - the receiver echoed the warbled cries and moans of you cresting orgasm paired with the sticky, wet sound of your cunt being fucked makes you whine in embarrassment as your hearing returns to you. Kunigami is still fucking you - drawing his hips back to press himself deeper and deeper until it aches. It’s only when it aches does he cum with a grunt, hands gripping into the soft skin of your hips and it’s like he is trying to well his fingers to your bones - so he may never have to be apart from you again.

The call is still going and you’re still still in a haze. You can’t hear what your man says into the microphone, his voice low and gruff from pleasure - “Call her again, and I’ll beat the shit out of you.” The call is cut, and that is the last day you ever hear from your ex boyfriend.

#lamb.writes #kunigami smut #blue lock smut #kunigami rensuke smut #blue lock x reader #kunigami x reader

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stevesbipanic · 1 year

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Thinking about how since Wayne and Eddie share a last name and Eddie's dad is also a Munson that means it's most like Wayne is from Eddie's dad's side not his mum. Which means Wayne has to see quirks in Eddie growing up that he saw in his brother.

Maybe Eddie ties his shoelaces a certain way, he chews his pencils, pours milk before cereal, hums a lot. All these things Wayne sees on a face so close to his brother at that age. He doesn't tell Eddie, Eddie doesn't like being reminded about his dad. He's glad his dad wasn't from Hawkins so not as many people knew him.

Eddie hates that he knows how to hotwire a car and when the police are changing shifts and how to siphon gas and signal SOS. All things his dad tagught him, all things to live up to the Munson name as a criminal.

However, Eddie may have some of his father's quirks but he's Wayne's son. He drinks his coffee black, butters his toast when he has eggs but not with jam, plays the guitar, likes sitting by the fire out back. None of these things are from his father.

Eddie may look like his father, but he takes after his dad, and maybe it's not so bad being a Munson.

#stranger things #stranger things s4 #eddie munson #st4 #stranger things season 4 #eddie munson stranger things #eddie the freak munson #wayne munson #wayne and eddie #good dad wayne

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natashaslesbian · 5 months

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We Saved Each Other (Part Four)

Summary: it’s been a month since Natasha found you. There have been many ups and downs. After a nightmare, you start to open up to Natasha

Word Count: 1.6k

Parings: (Natasha Romanoff x Kid!Reader) (Maria x Kid!Reader)

Warnings: talks of abusive father/ dying during birth / childhood trauma

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One month ago, Natasha found you outside of the red room. They had thrown you out as if you were trash. It took Natasha about 3 seconds before she decided to run out and grab you. She knew instantly she would never be letting you go, and her protectiveness over you only grew over the last 4 weeks. There had been ups and downs, good days and bad ones, smiles and tears and lots of bonding. Today was a good day, and Natasha finally felt like she could take a breath after the last few days.

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Two nights earlier

You landed on the hard floor with a thud, your little body couldn’t take anymore punches “get up you little shit!” You sobbed into the tiles, the blood from your nose dripping down “pwese daddy” you whined “I’m sowry!” Your father had just come home from his trip to the pub, the smell of alcohol filled the kitchen. “Sorry?” He laughed “you think saying sorry makes up for being a fucking waste of space!” He screamed into your face, pushing his weight onto you. You tried to scurry away from him, scratching the grey tiles. “Oh no” your dad said “you’re not getting away that easily!” He grabbed a fistful of your hair and dragged you to his bedroom where he approached his dresser. You knew what this meant, and there was no point in begging for him not to, he would. Your father pulled open the draws and brought out a long rope.

“Pwease! Pwease stop!” You uncontrollably sobbed while your eyes were still screwed shut. You felt a pair of hands of your shoulder “don hurt me pwease!” You screamed. The hands didn’t leave you though, they continued to shake and rattle your bones. Your eyes snapped open and you pushed against the frame above you. “It’s okay sweetheart, it’s just me, it’s Natty” your eyes finally focused against your tears and you saw the redheads worried eyes “Natty?” You whimpered before throwing yourself into her arms “sh sh sh, it’s okay you’re safe” she cooed into your hairline, holding you as close as possible. “What was it y/n? Was it the red-room?” Natasha asked “you don’t have to be afraid of them anymore I promise” she said, you nodded your little head, knowing it wasn’t about the red-room at all. Natasha got you settled back into her now shared bed, she had tried to coax you into sleeping on your bed, but you weren’t having any of it. The widow waited until you were fully settled before sinking down into the pillows with you, lulling you back to sleep with a soft scratch against your neck.

You were quiet the next morning, more quiet that normal. The team had adjusted to sharing the communal spaces of the tower with a 6 year old but knew that you would need much more time, therefore they kept a good distance. when the avengers were around you couldn’t say a word, opting to point out what you needed or whisper it into Natasha’s ear. It was just the two of you in the kitchen for breakfast this morning, you contently nibbled on your toast, you had upgraded to butter and jam by now. Usually when you were alone with Natasha, you were much more talkative, you seemed to be growing in confidence each day and Nat had gotten to know you so well. She knew that your favourite colour was lilac and that you have a fear of the gym. You told Natasha that you didn’t like loud noises and she would lend you her headphones when you got overwhelmed. Natasha joined you at the table with her cereal, to say she was worried about you would be an understatement “are you alright y/n?” She asked. You placed your toast down on the plate and tucked your hair behind your ears “y/n?” You looked up at her through hooded teary eyes and the redhead was quick to comfort you “what is it darling?” She asked as she hauled you up onto her lap. You sniffled slightly but decided to be honest with her “dweam not bout red-room” you cried “oh hunny, what was it about?” You pulled out of her grip slightly and pulled up your shirt “was it about how you got these?” Nat said as she gently brushed her fingers over your scars, you nodded.

The agent took you back up to her bedroom when Steve came back from his morning run. She situated you both on the freshly made bed and opened her arms for you. You couldn’t quite bring yourself to allow her to hold you, instead you reached out your little hand and Natasha gladly held it as she waited for you to continue. You wiped your red eyes with your free hand and took a few quick breaths “daddy hurt me” you whispered as you fiddled with Natasha’s rings “with a rope” you cried, shuffling closer to Nat “did daddy use the rope to give you those scars” the widow asked as sensitively as she could, you could only manage a nod before the dam broke and you let out a loud sob, crawling into Natasha’s lap. “He wud ge mad at me” you mumbled “cause of wh- wha I did to mom- mommy” Natasha tucked your head into the crook of her neck, she gently stroked your fine hair. “What happened to mommy?” Natasha asked. You sobbed into her shoulder “I killed her” you cried. The widow was shocked, she had almost forgotten you were being trained to be an assassin, but then again, if you truly had hurt your mother it must’ve been before your time in the red-room. “I’m sure that’s not true y/n” she cooed. “It is! She- she give bor- she had me” you stumbled through your words “she had me ‘n den she die” Natasha couldn’t describe this feeling with words, it was like heartbreak only worse. “Oh y/n darling” she said, her Russian accent escaping her “y/n that wasn’t your fault” she was lying. She promised she’d never do that “it is!” You cried out. “Daddy says it is”

Natasha was starting to connect the dots. The red-room hadn’t helped, but it definitely wasn’t the deepest root of your trauma. “Daddy was wrong y/n” she said “I promise you, what happened to mommy was not your fault.” So much was making sense now, the way you receded into yourself when the boys were around and how you asked permission to do the most basic of things like use the bathroom. Your entire life has been an instruction. “I didn’t kill mommy?” You whimpered as you began to calm slightly “no baby you didn’t” the pet name slipping off her tongue so quickly “sometimes things happen that we have no control over” Natasha began “you didn’t have any part in what happened to your mommy and your daddy was wrong for saying that you did and he was wrong for hurting you” you struggled to understand what she was saying, all you had ever been told was that you were a killer but you liked what she had said, it made you feel happy. “I don’t eva wanna hurt people” you melted into the redheads hold comfortably “I promise you won’t have to hurt people here” she said as she shifted to sit against the headboard “you will always be safe here” you sniffled again to clear your post crying stuffy nose and closed your eyes, exhausted from your emotions “please may I have a nap?” You politely asked “of course you can” Natasha said “I’ll be right here the whole time”

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“Hey there y/n!” Maria lightly exclaimed as she came through the living room. You have her a small wave, nothing more just yet. The agent headed into the kitchen where Natasha was preparing you a sandwich. Looking back at you, Maria smiled “she seems to be doing better today” you happily sat with your colouring book on the fluffy rug, turning white pages to your lilac dreams. “She had a hard night and rough couple days but, yeah she’s getting there” Nat said “it takes time” the brunette sighed “I know” Natasha shot back, immediately feeling guilty “sorry” she said, still overwhelmed with the change in her life as well “it’s okay Romanoff” Maria grabbed a glass of water and excused herself, just managing to dodge you flying towards her “well aren’t you sneak” you peaked up at her through your lashes “what have you been colouring?” The agent said, not sure if you would engage in the conversation “a flower” you quietly said, holding your drawing up to her “it’s very pretty y/n, do you wanna go show Natasha?” Maria stepped aside to let you through as you nodded and headed back out to her office

“Shall we pop this with your other pictures?” Natasha asked you and you nodded enthusiastically, you were very into your drawings and anything arty, the widow loved seeing more of your personality shining through. The two of you settled on the couch with your sandwiches and tuned into a cartoon playing on the tv. A little while later, Maria had to pop back to the kitchen “hello” you waved as she entered, the two agents faces lighting up with joy “hello y/n” Maria said. Natasha just sat back in awe as you had a conversation with the older agent, it was the most you had ever spoken to someone who wasn’t her. There would still be hard days but it seemed you were starting to find your feet at S.H.I.E.L.D, Nat hoped that soon she would too.

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Please let me know if any warnings needed to added I know this one is kinda heavy<3

#marvel #natasha romanoff #black widow #marvel fic #nat x reader #avengers #natasha x little!reader #maria hill #agents of shield

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magicalrocketships · 10 months

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Hmmmm, remember those 1200 words of de-aged Max that I absolutely wasn't going to write any more of, and then I wrote 1000+ words of de-aged Daniel in the same verse but I was absolutely not going to write more?

Well, anyway, here are 1500 words of de-aged Max in the same universe:

A tiny Max Verstappen is a bit of a shock to the system.

There is none of the blunt confidence and fierce determination that Daniel had just assumed had always been there to some extent or other. Instead, baby Max shrinks away from him into the corner of the sofa and offers one word answers at best ("How old are you, Maxy-Max?" Seven. "What would you like to eat?" Shrug).

It is even worse when baby Max hands him a little creased card, obviously pulled from the pocket of a wallet, which says in grown up Max's careful handwriting, if you go small then Daniel will look after you, followed by Daniel's address and phone number. The phone's been crossed out and updated as Daniel's changed his number. On the other side is presumably the same message but in Dutch. Little Max blinks up at him and chews on his lip and offers him absolutely no explanation for why his grown up self never actually mentioned his Go Small plans out loud. Sure, Daniel's offered, and he doesn't mind, but that was years ago and an actual heads-up that he's the only name on the list might have been nice.

But Daniel smiles at baby Max even though he's not entirely sure what the fuck is going on. He puts the TV on and chooses the first suitable-for-kids thing he finds on Disney+ (Bluey, which may or may not be too young for Max, Daniel doesn't know, but it's fine for now) before going to root in the cupboards by the bathroom to see if he can find a dusty Go Small kit that he's pretty sure he never got rid of. He might have had his turn going small (from what he remembers of it, a pretty cool day hanging out in the paddock in Malaysia) but it's not unheard of to go small twice, and you never know when you might need it for someone else - case in point.

He comes back to find Max in the same position he left him in, drowning in clothes far too big for him and being far too quiet for Daniel's liking.

Getting Max out of his grown up clothes and into the Go Small kit is an exercise in frustration, because Max doesn't want to wear them and won't capitulate and at least he's just as stubborn as ever even if he's so shy and uncertain that Daniel just wants to bundle him up into a blanket and give him a hug, except Max very clearly does not want one.

If Max is still little in the morning then he'll have to figure out another outfit, but as it is, it's evening and time for small people to be in bed, but first— food. Daniel cycles through his fridge and then his freezer. Max's response to literally everything offered is a little shake of his head. In the end Daniel makes him a piece of toast and puts a smiley face on it in jam, sits it next to a bowl of cereal and a bottle of milk, and puts some sweets next to that.

Max eats some of the dry cereal, half of a piece of toast, and — without taking his eyes off Daniel, which is only slightly creepy — slides one of the sweets off the table and into his lap.

"Okay," Daniel says, with a smile. "That wasn't so hard, was it? You ready to go to bed now?" With any luck, in the morning, Max will be big again and then Daniel can have some words about preparation and likes and dislikes and planning. Then— "Tomato soup. You like tomato soup."

Max looks at him with bright eyes.

"Is that a yes?"

Max gives him a little nod.

"Perfect, great. That's what we'll get you tomorrow. Tomato soup. Lots of it."

Max follows him into his spare bedroom like a silent shadow.

This is fine. Daniel is fine. Max is fine. Everything is fine.

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Daniel wakes up to someone moving around his apartment.

It takes him a moment to think: Max, and another moment to blink away sleep and realise it's still the middle of the night. He rubs at his eyes and goes to investigate, stumbling into his spare bedroom and finding the doona on the floor and the sheets missing from the bed.

He discovers baby Max by the washing machine, his sheets on the floor, an extremely tell-tale wet patch on the front of Max's shorts, and Max trying and failing to get the washing machine door open.

Max shrinks into the wall.

Daniel very, very deliberately drops his shoulders. "Hello, Maxy-Max," he says softly. Max's eyes are wet. "Did you have an accident?"

"I didn't mean to," Max says very quickly.

"I know," Daniel says. "It's okay. That's why they're called accidents. Shall we go get you cleaned up?"

Max glances at the washing machine and back up at Daniel. He chews on his lip. He's been crying.

"It doesn't matter," Daniel says. "It's okay. You're still a good boy."

Max shakes his head. Daniel decides to have an internal meltdown about this another day, and channels his best and most organised self instead.

"What's going to happen," Daniel says, "is we're going to go and give you a little bath, and then we're going to get you all clean and dry, then me and you can have a warm drink and a story, then we'll get you back into bed and back to sleep, okay?"

Max glances down at the wet sheets.

"And in the middle of that, I'm going to put new sheets on your bed, and in the morning I'll look after the laundry. Washing machines are for big Daniels and not for little Maxes."

Max looks up at him, blinking.

"That's right," Daniel says, and he holds out his hand. "Good boys like little Max don't have to worry about things like washing machines."

Max stares at Daniel's hand for the longest time before, finally, slipping his hand into Daniel's.

Okay, Daniel thinks, only semi-hysterically, this is fine.

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Daniel doesn't have another Go Small kit lying about, so he picks one of his t-shirts for Max to wear like a nightie after his bath. Max perches on the chair in the spare bedroom with a cup of warm milk as Daniel surreptitiously Googles "how to clean up a wet bed" and, realising he doesn't have the baking soda the first three webpages recommend, settles for giving it a quick spray with some Febreze and covering the mattress with a fresh towel. Going small rarely lasts longer than 2-3 days, so at the end of it he can always just chuck the mattress and get a new one if he's fucked it up. Then he puts fresh sheets on the bed, gets Max settled under the covers, and tries to figure out what the fuck story Max is going to want to hear from his vast collection of zero.

He remembers— he remembers something about Max having a flag poster on his wall.

"Do you like flags, Max?"

Max's eyes light up.

He falls asleep curled into Daniel's side, half way through Daniel reading him a list of facts about the Australian flag from a kid's geography site. Then after gently removing himself from Max's side, Daniel goes back into his bedroom, stares hopelessly at his own bed for the longest moment, and then Googles Go Small specialists in the local area.

There's no real build up to going small. Nobody knows when it's going to happen to them, nobody knows what age they're going to be when it happens, or what season it's going to happen in. Which means there's a very lucrative business market in being able to provide 48 hours' worth of clothes, entertainment, and supplies at incredibly short notice. In somewhere like Monaco, where there are people with money to burn, they offer a 24 hour service.

Daniel orders a 48 hour kit, requests a bed-wetting supplies add-on, and books an at-home shoe fitting for first thing in the morning. He makes a special groceries request for cans of tomato soup. Even if Max is back to his normal age in the morning, Daniel can donate the supplies away. It'll help someone, even if it doesn't help Max.

He thinks about Max's small, tentative hand in his, his silent shadow, and the way his eyes lit up at Daniel offering him flag facts. Daniel reaches for his phone again, and special orders a kids' book about flags for delivery in the morning.

With half an ear and eye open in case Max wakes up again, he tries to go the fuck to sleep.

&&&

In the morning, when he wakes up, Max is still seven and Daniel is still way, way out of his depth.

Shit.

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Thank you to Lena @stolemyhheart and Em @powerful-owl for reading this over!

There is now more of this posted here.

#fic that i wrote #my fic #de-aged maxiel #baby max

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t3a-tan · 9 months

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How would human Oliver react to finding a borrower James?

I'm happy with this one ^^

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Oliver lived a fairly quiet life. He worked as a child psychologist throughout the week. On Thursdays he ordered a takeaway and would finish his leftovers on Friday, on Saturdays he went to the library to check out and return books, he tended to his garden every couple of days, and on Sundays he mowed some of his elderly neighbors' lawns.

Most mornings he had toast or cereal. Every other Sunday he had a full English. On Fridays he went out for a cream tea— scones with jam and clotted cream were his favorite after all. On Tuesdays he gave some jars of handmade jam around the neighbourhood, and sometimes a few extra treats if he made them.

He went to a local sandwich shop for lunch every day other than on weekends, where he always ordered the same egg salad sandwich. He always got cheese and onion crisps, always had a medium coffee, always sat in the same seat by the window.

He had a routine and he stuck to it.

To his coworkers he was known as a good worker; polite, well-received, compassionate. He wasn't friends with anyone though.

This didn't upset him in the slightest. He liked his quiet life, and whenever he got close to others they ultimately ended up discovering his past, rumours would spread, and then everyone would treat him differently again.

He had gotten used to the usual pitying looks when he was younger after he became an orphan— then the disturbed looks when he wasn't fazed by the loss at all. That passed. Now people presumed he had grieved already so it wasn't so difficult.

But then his cousins went missing.

Just a few months before he received his doctorate he got a call— an awful horrible and truly terrible call. It informed him that his uncle and aunt, his guardians, had been shot dead, and his two younger cousins had gone missing.

He graduated the year after instead.

But now he lived a quiet life. A quiet life, waiting, hoping to receive another call telling him his cousins were found alive. Rumours had initially spread saying he was responsible and even though he had been cleared by the police every time, people still talked about it.

So things were fine like this. Quiet. Sometimes a bit lonely, but nothing Oliver couldn't handle. He stuck to his routine and that was that.

Well… That was that until as he began pouring cereal into his bowl of milk, a tiny man fell out along with it. Oliver froze, staring down at the man in a mixture of shock, disbelief, and pure confusion. The man in turn, after right himself, stared straight back at him.

"...uhm… Hello there..?" Oliver wasn't sure why exactly there was a tiny man sitting in his bowl of shreddies soaked in milk, but he was sure that there was a tiny man there. As baffling as it was, it was better than a rat falling out.

Was this some form of mutated rodent? No. They looked entirely human all aside from their incredibly diminutive size. Oliver began cycling through every myth and fairytale he had read that might give him something else to go off of… though perhaps this was just a shrunken man..?

He received no response to his greeting— aside from a frightened look. That's fair, Oliver thought, I imagine it must be rather disorienting to fall out of a cereal box at half past six in the morning.

"Hmm…"

To remedy that fact, Oliver first considered picking the tiny man up with his fingers to get him out of the bowl…but on second thought, he wanted to avoid getting his fingers covered in milk. Instead he picked up his spoon, very carefully bringing it towards the man in order to scoop him out onto a dishcloth or something— though he stopped the moment he heard the tiny man cry out.

"Don't eat me..! Jesus—" The man exclaimed, splashing about in the bowl to get away from his spoon. Oliver shut his eyes for a moment as a few drops of milk splashed onto the lenses of his glasses. Opening his eyes again, Oliver's brows furrowed in confusion.

"Eat you? Why on Earth would I do such an awful thing..?" Oliver took off his glasses, wiping them off on his shirt and reminding himself to clean them properly later. Placing them back on his face, Oliver found himself looking down at the clearly shaken little man once more, taking note of the fear that was apparent in their expression and body language.

He waved the spoon slightly to bring the man's attention onto it again.

"I only intended to get you out of the bowl and onto a dry surface, as I'm sure it's not particularly comfortable steeping in milk and soggy cereal." He placed the spoon back down. "I suppose I should have asked permission beforehand though… My apologies. Do you require assistance?"

The tiny man went from looking horrified to seeming completely lost— Oliver wasn't sure why… he hadn't said anything out of the ordinary had he? He was working on not overcomplicating everything he said but it was hard when he was simply talking in the same way he thought.

"I-I…no?" It was spoken more as a question, but Oliver respected it nonetheless, putting his spoon down and moving away from the bowl. He opened his dishes cupboard, taking out a new bowl and pouring milk into it once again. He looked into the cereal box first this time before pouring shreddies into the bowl of milk just to make sure this wasn't a repeat incident.

He looked towards his previous bowl, seeing that the man had yet to move. Somewhat confused, Oliver walked back over, setting his new breakfast down onto the countertop just beside it before pulling up a stool, not yet sitting.

"Although you may do as you wish, I would prefer to clean that bowl and put it away sooner rather than later. Are you sure you don't need any help at all?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. That seemed to snap the tiny man out of his frozen state as they quickly scrambled into action and pulled themself out of the bowl, dripping milk all over the counter.

Satisfied, Oliver picked up the bowl, draining the milk into the sink before dumping the soggy shreddies into the bin. As much as he didn't like waste he didn't plan on eating a breakfast someone had been sitting in. He grabbed a paper towel before walking back over, offering it to the man.

They stumbled back away from his hand, but Oliver didn't falter— he even offered a reassuring smile.

"I'll clean the counter after so don't worry about making a mess. You may leave— though I suggest drying off first. Feel free, also, to wash off in the sink." He waited patiently, observing how hesitant the tiny man was to accept the towel. After thirty seconds had passed and the man had made no progress, Oliver tilted his head, pulling away slightly.

"Are you afraid of me..?" He asked, not offended in the slightest. Hardly even surprised either— considering the size difference it would just be instinctual to fear him, but he thought he was at least being calm and gentle enough to dissipate that slightly. The man met his eyes— his were brown. A nice deep shade of it, Oliver noted.

Although he sensed that they had a response hanging on the edge of their tongue, Oliver didn't get to hear it as they suddenly ran off. Although startled, Oliver didn't make any attempts to stop them, watching with some interest as they opened up a hidden entrance into the walls and quickly hid away inside.

Oliver stayed silent for a few moments after, processing the events that had just happened.

"..my name is Oliver, by the way."

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maya-tl · 2 months

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Gentle Surgery got me on a chokehold ngl. Maybe Spy goes to check on Medic after he's been staying in his lab and it's past 3 am and he hasn't been seen all day.

Anyway love your works and I hope you have a good day~

The first thing Spy noticed upon walking into the dining room for breakfast—fashionably late, of course—was that Medic’s spot at the table was empty.

Scout was already trying to fight over the sausages with Soldier and possibly Sniper as well, who appeared to realise how completely outmatched he was but was still trying his hardest not to get stabbed by a stray fork. Engineer was too busy stuffing eggs into his mouth to chastise them for their table manners and everyone else was either half-asleep or actively snoring into their cereal bowls.

Spy wrinkled his nose in distaste and thumped Demoman on the back as he passed by, who spluttered and immediately started coughing up the milk he’d inhaled. Spy poured himself a steaming mug of coffee and took his seat next to Heavy, who was staring murderously at his burnt toast.

“Unpleasant morning?” Spy asked without looking, and Heavy grunted.

“Soldier patrolled last night,” he said by way of explanation, “Was loud. Did not sleep well.”

Spy hummed as he buttered his own untoasted bread and decided against making a snarky remark on how he wouldn’t have known that, since his own room was soundproof. At least it explained why everyone looked dead on their feet, and quite possibly Medic’s absence, though Spy couldn’t know for sure until he asked; Medic was usually quite punctual, in spite of the fact that he liked to spend his nights working away on his experiments and got little to no sleep.

Spy had casually questioned him about his sleeping schedule once and Medic had simply shrugged and said that there were things to be done and breakthroughs to be had, which were statistically more likely to happen during the night. When Spy had raised an eyebrow and asked him to elaborate on his sources, Medic had laughed in his face.

So Spy left Heavy to glower in peace and assumed the good doctor would show up for lunch. He ate his bread with butter and jam, added a pinch of sugar in his coffee and treated himself to a vanilla brioche from his secret stash. He made a mental reminder to bring his sapper to Engineer’s workshop later as he washed his plate and nodded to his teammates on his way out, ignoring Scout struggling to get out of the headlock Soldier had him in.

Since there were no battles scheduled that day, everyone went about relaxing in their own way, which for Spy included barricading himself in his smoking room with a good book and a fine wine. The hours passed swiftly, and Spy eventually opened the windows to air out the room and made his way to lunch.

It was Pyro’s turn on the stove, who could surprisingly cook up a storm when they weren’t messing with the settings in order to see how high the fire could burn. Spy didn’t recognise whatever they’d put on the table, but it did look appetising enough and ended up tasting delicious, if a bit too spicy for his taste.

He did notice halfway through the meal that Medic still hadn’t shown up and stated as much to Heavy, who frowned at the empty chair. He speculated that Medic might be working on something and reluctantly agreed to bring a tray of leftovers to the infirmary afterwards—Medic didn’t tolerate interruptions very well, even if they were well-intentioned.

Spy had pushed aside his concerns and decided to trust that Heavy wouldn’t let Medic starve. Everyone knew how well they got along and how much Heavy fretted over his teammates’ wellbeing—a leftover habit from looking after his sisters all his life, Spy knew.

So he ate his lunch and then went into town to help Engineer shop for weekly supplies. He himself had been planning on getting a new shoe polish and perhaps a new set of wine glasses. His old ones had dwindled in number over the last months due to his unfortunate decision to lend them to Demoman for game night, which had resulted in their being used to create what Scout had dubbed ‘the world’s shittiest champagne tower’ and ultimately shattering on impact when Soldier had drunkenly dived into them to take a ‘champagne bath’.

They hadn’t even used a decent brand of champagne for it. Needless to say Spy wouldn’t be making that mistake again.

By the time they returned and busied themselves with unloading the van, Spy had nearly forgotten about Medic’s suspicious absence. Heavy was nowhere to be seen, so Spy assumed that he’d gotten Medic to eat and decided to camp out in the infirmary for some peace and quiet, since someone was blasting the radio at full volume from somewhere inside the base. He’d picked up his sapper, thanked Engineer for his service, and returned to his smoking room to finish the book he’d started.

And then dinner came and Medic was still nowhere to be found.

“Door to infirmary was open,” Heavy said in-between bites of steak when Spy questioned him on whether he’d seen the doctor at all, “But door to lab was closed. Assumed doctor was busy, left tray with food on the table.”

Heavy had turned away to compliment Pyro on the mashed potatoes, and then Sniper had joined the conversation, and of course Scout had been chattering away the entire time, so the topic of Medic was soon dropped. Spy ate in silence, brow furrowed, and didn’t even react when the others had to perform the Heimlich manoeuvre on Soldier because he choked on a bone.

He offered to wash the dishes simply to take his mind off things, even if Engineer did stare at him like he’d grown a second head and asked him to repeat himself, and ignored the background noise of the team making up some new card game to play before bed. The rushing water brought him little comfort and the sharp scent of the dish soap stuck to his suit, which only further soured his mood. When he was done he tossed away the gloves and marched back to his room without so much as waving goodnight to everyone still hanging around in the living room.

Instead of going to sleep he adjusted his tie, strapped on his cloaking watch and slipped into Medic’s room.

The curtains were drawn, casting the room in partial shade, but the lamp on the far desk was on, shining dimly. The floor was clean and the bed was made, though the closet had been left half-open and the air was stale, indicating that no one had opened any windows in quite some time. Spy knew Medic tidied up regularly, but this went beyond that—the room looked almost unlived in, and when Spy touched the lamp on the desk he found it burning to the touch.

Spy tapped his fingers on the desk, weighing his options, and eventually reached over and turned it off. The only possible explanation for the lamp being on was that Medic had gone back to his lab in the middle of the night and hadn’t returned yet, and he’d forgotten to turn off the light in the middle of the rush. The thought made Spy tap his fingers harder the longer he waited.

Heavy wasn’t a very skilled liar and knew better than to lie to him of all people besides, so Spy had to assume that he’d indeed taken food to the infirmary and left it there when Medic hadn’t come out to greet him. But had he gone to check if the food had been touched afterwards? Had he knocked on the doors to the lab or listened for any noise that might indicate Medic was inside? Had he even thought to check for Medic in his room? On the balcony? In the gun range?

Spy came back to himself only to realise the room had gone pitch black. He checked his watch.

It was fifteen minutes past 3 am.

He didn’t even stop to close the door on his way out. The halls were silent, meaning everyone else was either asleep of holed up in their rooms, with the notable exception of Engineer whom Spy could hear welding something together as he passed his workshop. The doves startled awake when Spy barged into the infirmary and started crooning at him in displeasure, and he had no choice but to pause for a few minutes to calm them down—he hadn’t spent months earning their trust only to give them something to hold a grudge against now.

That and Medic wouldn’t approve of him upsetting his darling birds just because he was in a hurry.

The tray of food was still on the desk and completely untouched, as Spy had predicted, and the doors to the lab were not only closed, but locked from the inside. Good thing Spy was, among many other things, an expert at picking locks.

He had to shield his eyes from the fluorescent lights inside, but once his eyes got used to them he noticed that the room was more of a mess than usual. There were tools and papers scattered everywhere, drawers and cabinets left open, muddled jars of questionable contents and airtight containers that were usually carefully arranged on the shelves now in disarray. Spy stepped over a blueprint that had definitely been borrowed from Engineer and nearly slipped on a page that had likely been ripped from an old medical journal.

There was a flutter of wings next to his ear and a small weight landed on his shoulder. Spy huffed a private little laugh.

“Hello, Archimedes,” he said, reaching up to pet him before Archimedes could peck at his mask like he always did when Spy didn’t greet him right away. Archimedes crooned softly and leaned into his touch, then casually started grooming himself after Spy lowered his hand.

“Ah,” Spy said quietly as he rounded the operating table, “There he is.”

Medic was sitting next to one of the counters, gloves and coat tossed haphazardly at his feet, a stack of books by his left and a microscope to his right. His cheek was pressed against an open notebook, his glasses crooked, and he was snoring softly, fast asleep.

Spy came up to him and snapped his fingers next to his ear. When that garnered no reaction he grabbed him by the shoulder and shook him gently, then more forcefully, until Medic finally stirred. Spy watched him unstick his face from the paper and sluggishly push himself off the counter, then groan at the bright lights, pinching the bridge of his nose and further dislodging his glasses.

Spy, who had been quite prepared to deliver a scathing lecture, suddenly couldn’t muster up the vitriol.

“Busy night, doctor?” he said anyway, just to see how Medic would react.

Medic startled and squinted his way. Blinked a few times. Seemed to finally recognise that it was Spy standing in front of him, and also seemed baffled to see Archimedes staring back at him from his shoulder.

“Mhuh?” he said, eloquently.

Spy snorted, unable to stop himself. He reached out and rubbed his thumb over Medic’s cheekbone, trying very hard to ignore the way his heart fluttered when Medic, still drowsy, instinctively leaned into his touch.

“You have ink stains on your face,” Spy said.

“Mhm,” Medic replied, and instead of reaching up to wipe off said ink stains simply wrapped his hand around Spy’s wrist and leaned even further into his touch.

Spy sighed, but didn’t pull away. His questions could wait until the morning. “Come now, let’s get you to bed,” he said softly, “There will be time for your experiments another day.”

Medic grumbled something under his breath, already half-asleep again, but went willingly, letting Spy guide him around the clutter and leaning on him as they navigated the halls together. They left Archimedes with the other doves and made it to Medic’s room without incident, safe for them bumping into Engineer as he was leaving his workshop.

Engineer had nodded at Spy and Spy had nodded back, and that had been that, a silent agreement that this encounter had never happened.

Spy wiped the ink off Medic’s face with a wet handkerchief and carefully tucked him in, making sure to place his glasses safely on the nightstand. As he made to go something pulled him back down, and he saw Medic watching him through half-lidded eyes, his hand fisted into Spy’s suit jacket. Spy sighed, too tired to argue, shed his jacket and his shoes and his mask and elbowed Medic out of the way as he wiggled under the covers.

Medic pulled him in by the waist and murmured something into his hair, and Spy smiled against his skin when he made out the words.

“Danke, mein schatz.”

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illumoonated · 5 months

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In case you've never heard it before, eat whatever you want for breakfast. Seriously! If trying to find something with eggs/toast/bacon/cereal/jam/bagels/cheeses/typical "breakfast food" makes you feel like you don't have anything to eat, then eat whatever you DO have! A sandwich! Pickles! A cookie! Spaghetti! Fried shrimp! Don't let western marketing tell you that the food you're having isn't "proper breakfast". Yes, something like fruit or yogurt or veggies will be better for you nutritionally, but not eating is worse than eating something "improper". As long as you're eating in the morning, it is breakfast.

(psst, the same goes for lunch and dinner)

#food positivity #tw food #food #breakfast #i know some you will be like 'bruh i already eat twinkies for b'fast' and to that i say okay this post aint for u then broksi

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squidwen · 2 years

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💖Make it Pink, Make it Blue💙

(Ft: Platonic Lilia Vanrouge (and briefly Malleus, Sebek, and Silver.) )

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Inspired by this Vine at 3:39

Summary: After your sleep-deprived bad attitude seems to offend the legendary Lilia Vanrouge, you are challenged to the classic fae game of ‘Make it Pink, Make it Blue’.

The only condition is that Lilia cannot use his fae powers to gain an advantage. With the playing field levelled, what are the chances you’ll actually vanquish the ex-warrior?

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The cafeteria was a soup of sounds and smells as you heaped sugar onto your cereal in a bid to wake yourself up. Grim had tossed and turned all night long, kicking you so many times from his spot on the mattress that you only got about four hours of proper rest…and it showed.

Fatigue throbbed from behind your eyes. Suddenly, a cascade of breadcrumbs fell onto your tray. You thought you were hallucinating until a dollop of jam landed in your coffee cup. Sighing, you craned your neck up.

“Fufufu~” mused Lilia, scarfing his last bite of toast. His oversized coat draped about his head as he dangled upside down, forming a funnel where only his sharp red eyes, and mischievous smile, were visible. Eyes, and teeth, and darkness. You briefly wondered if those were the last things his old enemies saw…

“With respect, Lilia…do you mind?” That coffee had been your only hope for a decent morning. Now strawberry jam – with what looked like pieces of chilli peppers and olives – was marinading in it.

“Sorry about that, dear. But you can still drink it. I made the jam myself and – not to sing my own praises – it’s probably my best batch yet.”

A slow blink was all you could muster.

Sensing something was amiss, Lilia unhooked his legs from the ceiling beam and free-fell towards you, flipping himself upright before landing elegantly. His heels clacked against the graffitied dining table in punctuation.

“You look like my Silver with a face like that,” he said, leaning down to pinch your cheek through his massive coat cuff. You winced and shirked him away. “But at least he’s mastered the art of sleeping when he needs to. What time did you go to bed?”

“Stupid O’clock.”

Lilia sprang back up and laughed. “Oh, come now. Human children your age should be able to handle that every now and again. You’re in your prime after all.”

You grit your teeth. “But we’re not blessed with eternal youth like some people.”

Lilia stopped giggling. Sly as a lynx, the old fae took a step towards you. His shoe knocked against your tray, making the crockery clatter like clashing swords. “We are cranky this morning, aren’t we.” You gulped. Around you, the breakfast hubbub drained away; colours and shapes lost their clarity as those piercing eyes dug into your skin, investigated your soul.

“When I was in my prime I spoke the same way to a commanding officer once. I still have the scars.”

“I’m sorry-“

“Oh, don’t be.” Lilia stooped, inches from your face. “We aren’t living in those times anymore, but such insolence cannot go unaddressed. So how about you atone by entertaining me with a game, and a wager?”

Alarm bells went off inside your head. A fae was offering to play a game with you? You knew from Magical History not to take him up on it. While not all fae were tricksy and cruel, they loved bargains and games and rarely played fair with each other, let alone with humans that were naïve and weaker.

“Have you ever played ‘Make it Pink, Make it Blue?’” Lilia pressed.

You shook your head.

Lilia’s delicate fingers slid inside his waistcoat pocket and drew out two felt-tip pens. “It’s a game inspired by the enchanted colour-changing dress of Princess Aurora. Each player has to mark their opponent as many times as they can throughout the day while saying ‘make it pink’ or ‘make it blue’ depending on what colour they’re using. The winner is the one with the least amount of marks at the end of the day.”

You stared at the pens, then raised your eyebrow at your upperclassman. “And as for the wager?”

“I usually breakfast in Diasomnia, but the ceiling beams are coated in so much dust at the moment. Not ideal for dangling in a black uniform, hmm?” You hummed back in agreement. “And judging by those bags under your eyes, you’ve got a lot of sleep debt to catch up on. So, if you win, I can procure you a potion that ensures you get ten hours of sleep per night for a month, no matter how noisy, cold, or uncomfortable the space around you is. But if you lose…”

“I…dust the Diasomnia ceiling beams.”

Lilia clapped his hands mockingly.

It was risky, but did you really want one of the most ruthless and wise fairies in the world holding a grudge against you? You could tough-out Sebek’s wrath, but Lilia was a whole different ball game - one that had no rules, and no victors except himself.

“On one condition,” you said, reaching for the pink pen.

“Name it.”

“You cannot use your superior fae abilities to win. No flying, glamour, super speed, super sense, or bat henchmen.”

Lilia uncapped the blue pen and stuck it behind his furred ear. “Agreed. The game starts at nine and ends at three. En guard, Prefect.”

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Your paranoia had you checking under every table and behind every door. You were predator and prey, hunter and hunted, instinctive and calculating. Adrenaline surged through you, fuelling you enough to keep you focused despite your lack of sleep.

Despite seeing Lilia a few times during the first hour, you hadn’t plucked up the courage to make a move. As you observed him, it was pleasing to see his feet always planted firmly on the ground – as per the terms of your agreement. You checked yourself over in windows and mirrors to see if he’d marked you without you noticing, but to your surprise you’d managed to stay clean as a whistle all morning.

It was only at lunch that you got your first opportunity…

The Diasomnias preferred to dine at the table closest to the fireplace in the cafeteria. You had gotten there early and squeezed yourself underneath, hugging your knees into your chest to make yourself as small as possible.

Before long you were sounded by a forest of pressed trouser legs. Lilia’s weren’t hard to distinguish with the shorter hems. Like a viper, you coiled back and struck. “Make it pink!” you cried. The students jerked back, their surprise a perfect cover for you to slip away.

Sebek screamed after you, but Lilia laughed so hard he almost fell off his chair. The thick strip of pink ink coating his ankle transfixed him. Malleus’s fork hovered just shy of his lips, piqued in an amused smirk. His Child of Man was so full of surprises.

Lilia pushed himself up off the bench and took off after you. His legs twitched with the urge to levitate, but a deal was a deal.

And now that you’d gotten the ball rolling your fate was sealed.

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Throughout the day, Lilia sprang out of lockers, jumped down from shelves, and even vaulted over people you were chatting with to land a blow. But he was slow, bordering on clumsy from never having trained in such a weakened state. With your pen already uncapped, you dodged and swiped, managing to nick his clothes and skin most of the time.

The corridors were alive with your cacophony – “Make it pink – Make it blue,” back and forth, back and forth.

Malleus chuckled at the spectacle. His fae senses were still in tune, so when he felt you coming he started talking to Lilia as a distraction. His help was cancelled out by Sebek constantly warning his vice dorm leader to your presence, but sometimes Malleus sent him off on an errand to lend you a hand.

Three o’clock came around faster than you’d expected. Passing Scarabia students said you looked like the Genie at the sight of your blue skin. Lilia only got more respectful treatment thanks to his status around school, but everyone thought he looked like a piglet.

It all ended where it began. You rendezvoused with the fae in the dining room, and the first thing he did once the hour struck was jump ten feet in the air, backflip, and land on one finger like he’d recovered from a long injury.

Show-off, you thought. Silver had tagged along to count your marks. He’d gotten the gist of what was going on from Sebek’s rants and looked ready to drop at any moment.

“I’ve counted and recounted,” he said sleepily.

“The marks or sheep?” you quipped.

Silver deadpanned. “And…(Y/N), you scored fifteen points, and father- Lilia, you scored…thirteen.”

A moment of stale silence passed.

Lilia dropped his pen, and his jaw. He turned. Slow. Painfully slow.

Your heart was in your throat as he stalked forward, dainty fingers suddenly tangling with yours and squeezing them tightly. You tensed. Was he going to be a sore loser and break your hand? Or enchant you like the legends warned? No. Lilia’s face was a masterpiece of elation, executed perfectly by his innocent features. You allowed yourself breath.

“For the first time in centuries…I am vanquished!”

Silver scooted off before he could get swept up in any of this. Lilia didn’t care that he hadn’t dismissed him. He only had eyes for you, his worthy adversary.

“You’re not upset?” you asked cautiously.

“Upset? My dear (Y/N) I never was!”

“But, this morning-“

“It takes more than a bit of cheek to rile me. No, you see, I had to find some excuse to test your mettle. Malleus has been spending so much time with you that I wanted to see what all the fuss was about. And history was made today! Never before has a human from another world played a fae child game, and never before has one beaten me at anything…if I didn’t let them.”

Relief bulldozed through your veins, expelling all your adrenaline. The tiredness came back. Heavier than before. Lilia’s face softened at your drooping eyelids and he clicked his fingers. A glass flask filled with a lavender liquid appeared in your free hand. “As promised.”

Part of you still couldn’t believe you’d won. Here it was, your reward!

“Bottom’s up. It should kick in when you fall asleep naturally tonight.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. Popping the cork, you glugged the whole potion in one breath. It was sweet and spicy, like strawberry milk seasoned with peppercorns.

You were about to pass the flask back when your vision switched off and your legs turned to jelly.

Lilia’s restored reflexes made him catch you before you hit the flagstones. “Or…it’ll take effect immediately. I do apologise. I still get confused to this day with finer details of certain potions.”

You head lolled to the side, sending a few droplets of the potion dribbling down from the side of your mouth like milk. So much for the fae-vanquisher you’d been moments prior. You were no different to a baby now!

All the years spent raising Silver had taught Lilia to be silent in the presence of a sleeping human, but he couldn’t keep it in. The irony was too much! Cackles, and giggles, and tears of hysteria burst out of him as he teleported you back to your bedroom.

Peeling back the bed covers, Lilia slid your serene form into bed. But before he bid you adieu he had a wicked idea. The game may have been over, but fae will be fae and he couldn’t pass this opportunity up. Snapping his fingers, his pen reappeared in his pocket as he cupped your face, wondering if he should draw glasses or a moustache on it.

Or both.

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Author’s note:

This scenario has been on my mind for months. Dang it Thomas Sanders and your Disney Pranks! 😂😂😂

I hope you enjoyed the fic. As always, drop an ask if you have a specific scenario you want written, and comments, reblogs, and follows are always appreciated!

- Squidwen xx

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lvpislvzuli · 1 year

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The Ultimate List of Modern AU Headcanons for the Sully Kids (and Spider)

Kiri

— her favourite colour is green

— wears knit cardigans and floral converse shoes

— had a frozen yogurt phase

— collects rocks and crystals

— presses flowers in notebooks

— paints her toenails ten different colours

— cuts her own hair, DIY bangs

— always has headphones on. listens to Florence and Lana religiously

— has a crush on her childhood best friend and fellow orphan, Miles “Spider” Socorro

— but she is taking that secret to the grave

— visits the botanical gardens on weekends. Spider always goes with her

— eats toast with strawberry jam for breakfast every morning

— makes her own rings, bracelets, and anklets

— hates crowds and will actively avoid them

— not a strict vegetarian but she prefers to not eat meat

— she never takes off Grace’s necklace and always asks Norm for stories about her when he visits

— she also keeps all of Grace’s published books on botany on her bedside table

— has a part time job at the local produce shop

— not sporty but she loves roller skating

— is attempting to teach Lo’ak to roller skate but it’s going poorly

— babysits Tuk for Jake and Neytiri on their date nights

— Tuk insists they do makeovers and Kiri agrees even though she hates wearing makeup

— she is very quiet at school but is the brightest student in her year

— the other kids used to bully her until she and Tsireya became friends, but they still think she is weird

— her favourite subject is art but she wishes there was a botany class

— climate activist

— never posts on social media but she does scroll

— always likes her siblings’ and Spider’s Instagram posts

— retweets Greta Thunberg

— orders a strawberry shake from McDonald’s

— loves anything strawberry flavoured

— still has sleepovers with Spider even though they are probably getting a bit old for that

— loves watching Studio Ghibli movies and her favourite is Princess Mononoke

— can play some piano but cannot sing to save her life

— her bedroom is filled with plants and she hangs wind chimes beside her window

— which just so happens to line up perfectly with Spider’s bedroom window next door

— she’s a morning person and is always the first one awake in the Sully house

— her favorite season is spring

— hates overhead lights and prefers lamps

— binge read the entire Rainbow Magic series in middle school and wished there was a fairy named for her

Lo’ak

— a “YOLO!” kid

— he met Spider when they were seven and nine during the first week of school

— they had both been sent to the principal’s office for disrupting their classes

— it turned out that they lived next door to each other but had never met before

— so he introduced Spider to Kiri and Neteyam, and the rest is history

— picks up casual shifts at Domino’s Pizza

— will tell anyone who orders pineapple on their pizza that there is something wrong with them

— middle child syndrome

— vehemently defends his belief that vanilla is the best flavour

— on the school swim team but is always late for training

— eats cereal out of the box

— his favourite colour is orange

— looks identical to a teenage Jake

— always in detention for talking back to his teachers

— he brought home a stray dog and tried to smuggle it into his bedroom but Neytiri caught him immediately

— convinced his parents to let him keep the dog

— he named him Payakan

— is attempting to read Dune by Frank Herbert but gets distracted whenever he picks it up

— tripped over his own feet the first time he saw Tsireya

— she tutored him for an English exam—the only exam he’s ever gotten an A on

— when he finally asked her out he was shocked that she said yes

— it took him a while to warm to Tsireya’s family who thought he was trouble at first

— his phone is always, mysteriously, at 13% battery

— orders a Big Mac, a large fries, and a vanilla shake from McDonald’s

— plays the drums and is actually good

— formed a band called The Outcasts with Spider and they practice in the garage on Friday nights. Kiri sits and listens to them

— he lives on energy drinks and Doritos

— loves jet skiing and surfing. all water sports

— often tries to sneak out but Tuk always catches him in the act

— bad at making friends but great at making enemies

— posts selfies on Instagram but they’re always blurry

— will accidentally burn his toast but still eat it, plain.

— feels misunderstood by his parents

— “I’m just a kid” by Simple Plan

— secretly admires Neteyam but will never admit it

— on weekends he takes Tsireya shopping at the mall and holds all of her bags

— his favourite movie is The Karate Kid

Tuktirey

— insists that she put the star on top of the tree at Christmas

— loves pink lemonade and bubble gum ice cream

— spends her pocket money on temporary tattoos

— has recently started playing club netball. Neytiri and Jake attend every game

— she will stay up to catch the tooth fairy but always ends up falling asleep

— prefers waffles over pancakes and chocolate syrup instead of maple syrup

— her favourite colour is rainbow

— Lo’ak tells her that rainbow is not a colour

— Tuk tells him that vanilla is not a flavour

— they argue a lot

— she is friends with everyone at her elementary school and always has a birthday party to attend

— but her best friend is Popiti who lives down the street

— she and Jake watch Saturday morning cartoons together

— orders a Happy Meal from McDonald’s

— rides a bike with a basket and handlebar streamers

— always asks Neteyam to read her a bedtime story, but she will wake Kiri up if she has a nightmare

— Neytiri has to find creative ways of sneaking vegetables into her meals

— she is terrified of needles

— Halloween is her favourite holiday and she was once sick from eating too much candy

— she has a pink glitter lamp in her bedroom and her bed is covered in plushies

— Tsireya introduced her to Taylor Swift’s music and now she is obsessed

— writes with glitter pens

— has a pet bunny named Bugs because she is a huge fan of Looney Tunes

— loves spending time with her grandmother who teaches her how to embroider

— wants a unicorn ice cream cake for her eighth birthday party

Neteyam

— has to wear contacts because his eyesight is actually pretty bad

— no one knows where that gene came from

— but he still has excellent hand-eye coordination

— and is a pro at tennis

— straight A student

— all the teachers love him

— is impeccably dressed at all times, except on weekends when he comes downstairs to breakfast in his pyjamas

— loves to read and always carries a paperback with him

— doesn’t like McDonald’s

— once travelled to Vietnam on a school trip and came back “cultured”

— the peacekeeper sibling

— hated sitting at the kids’ table at parties and always wanted to sit with the grownups

— he will discreetly check up on his siblings at school

— Jake takes him fishing on the weekends

— Neytiri likes to brag about how clever and kind he is when he is within earshot, which embarrasses him

— always chosen to be team captain in gym class

— is friendly to everyone he meets and always thinks the best of people, but is ready to throw hands the second someone insults his family

— sticks to a daily routine and feels unsettled whenever it’s disrupted

— very neat. maybe a little OCD

— he was a well behaved child and has never thrown a tantrum

— always tells the truth and can tell when someone is lying

— his favourite colour is purple

— has a pair of glasses for when his contacts bother him but he only wears them at home

— he is naturally smart and doesn’t have to study to get good grades

— had a hardcore photography phase and still uses his camera

— loves eating spicy food, which is one of the few things he has in common with Spider

— always wins at Monopoly

Spider

— prone to rolling off his bed during the night

— lives with the McCosker family next door to the Sullys

— but he might as well live with the Sullys because he spends all of his time with them

— will sneak out of his house through his bedroom window, jump the fence between their houses, and climb through Kiri’s bedroom window while she keeps watch

— he once got a subtle mullet on a dare but he hated it

— was a barefoot kid

— plays the guitar and sings

— (everyone was shocked when they realised Spider could sing really well)

— skateboards

— his favourite colour is blue

— orders chicken nuggets, fries and a Coke from McDonald’s

— doesn’t have much of a sweet tooth

— has a part time job at a local mechanics garage helping to fix cars

— never does homework but still gets decent grades

— doodles on every page of his textbooks

— a Star Wars kid. had lightsaber fights with Kiri and Lo’ak in their backyard

— will wash the dishes for Neytiri whenever he stays for dinner

— is saving up his money to buy a truck

— watched Tarzan on repeat as a young kid and it still shows

— his hair is long and always a mess

— wears sweatpants and owns three shirts

— posts memes on Instagram that no one but Kiri and Lo’ak understand

— he once punched a guy at school for harassing Kiri and was suspended for a week

— his adoptive father grounded him for a month

— “Teenagers” by My Chemical Romance

— loves rock climbing. Kiri always tags along to spot for him

— doesn’t like celebrating his birthday, but Kiri always writes him a heartfelt letter which he saves and often rereads

— he can’t sit still for more than five minutes

— and he bounces a knee whenever he is sitting

— there is a faded scar above his eyebrow from the stitches he needed after falling from the monkey bars in middle school

— he once started a food fight in the school cafeteria

— loves roller coasters

— and is a bit of an adrenaline junkie

— would eat nachos at every meal if he could

— picks up interesting rocks he finds that he thinks Kiri will like for her collection

— he once went camping at the beach with the Sullys and it was the best weekend he’s ever had

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DBD Favorite Food HC:

Survivors

Dwight Fairfield

Cheese Pizza.

No more no less.

Thinks pepperoni is “too spicy.”

Pizza What! Had 25% lifetime employee discount.

Meg Thomas

Doesn’t particularly care about her diet as much due to her active lifestyle.

Probably needs more calories than the average person because she’s always on the move.

A good hearty veggie burger is enough for Meg.

Claudette Morel

Ham and Cheese Sandwich.

No crust, untoasted, on white bread.

Toasted bread makes her teeth hurt.

Cut into triangles for maximum efficiency.

Jake Park

In the ~lore~ he is shown to have affinity for Korean Barbecue Ribs.

Really enjoys smoked meats and canned veggies

Canned Artichokes. Boom.

Nea Karlson

Energy drinks.

Probably consumed with some rock candy for extra ✨sizzle✨.

Has attempted to down a can and crush it with her forehead (failed)

Laurie Stroade

Apple pie.

Something all American and sweet.

A nice dollop of vanilla ice cream too please!

Ace Visconti

Would probably tell you some fancy name that makes you feel broke.

More likely a home cooked meal by his Mom

Thinks that high rollers shouldn’t be associated with low class dishes of a foreign country.

I’ll go with Alfajores. Especially the ones dipped with a little chocolate.

William “Bill” Overbeck

Tv dinner with a cold beer

Preferably a Salisbury steak one 🔥🔥🔥

Over boiled canned peas with a slice of buttered bread ain’t bad either.

Feng Min

Candy and chips seems too obvious yknow?

~Lore~ also mentions her being an alcoholic but that’s not really a “favorite” is it?

Probably sponsored a limited edition soft drink that she really liked.

David King

Toad in the hole.

“Classic British “cuisine””

Surprisingly not a fan of a good chippy

Too much oil for his diet

Quentin Smith

Yknow those hard candies in strawberry wrapping old people give on Halloween?

Those

Those 💯

Especially ones with little soft center

David Tapp

Chinese food.

Crab Rangoons was always his go too.

Especially slathered in duck sauce. (Sweet and sour)

Kate Denson

Sun flower seeds.

Perfect snack for wildness jam seshs.

Would be trail mix if she didn’t only eat the chocolate.

Adam Francis

Connivence store meals

Have you see the pre-made meal game in Japan?

~Lore~ mentions that he enjoyed spending his weekends at high end restaurants too.

Big fan of Japanese food.

Jeffery “Jeff” Johansen

Pancakes. Maybe with some blueberry if he’s feeling fancy.

Nice slab of butter in between each layer.

Likes the syrup to soak into a the pancakes for a bit.

Beard definitely catches the sticky crumbs.

Jane Romero

Grilled Chicken and Beet Salad.

Sprinkle some walnuts and goat cheese for extra yummy flavor.

Probably enjoyed with a tasty raspberry or apple vinaigrette.

Ashley J. Williams

Edibles.

Relax kid! He’s just joshing ya’!

Cow tails are pretty groovy.

But he wouldn’t say no to a few special brownies.

Nancy Wheeler

She looks boring as hell

Vanilla ice cream with cherry shell.

Not that flavorful but sweet enough it’s a treat.

Steve Harrington

Root beer float.

Mid tbh.

Enjoys the idea of sharing it with someone via two straws at a sleepy diner.

Yui Kimura

Street food.

Takoyaki to be specific.

Her gang spent a lot of time muscling about in the narrow streets of Tokyo. Easy access to cheap and piping hot food.

Likes eating with her hands.

Zarina Kassir

Felt like she wasn’t as appreciative of her “foreign” lunches as she could’ve been as a kid.

Makes an effort to recreate her childhood meals but lacks the “mom touch.”

Always on the move for the next big story, this film maker enjoys celery and carrots.

Cheryl Mason

Dry Cereal.

Just something to pick at through out the day.

Not too sweet either. Something whole grain works for her.

Felix Richter

Heavily salted potato salad.

Boil some proses till tender, throw in some mayo, lemon juice, parsley, dash of sugar, salt ‘n pepper and you, my friend, have got it ON 🔥🔥🔥

The side dish you’re forced to try but end up digging.

Élodie Rakoto

Hachis Parmentier. Served with a cucumber salad.

“Classic French “cuisine.””

About as tasty as you would expect.

Easy to prepare and easy to eat. (Kinda)

Yun- Jin Lee

Fancy foods for the fancy lady.

Western food has a soft spot in her cold, unfeeling heart.

Mushroom risotto and seared scallops.

Jill Valentine

BLT hold the mayo.

Wavy chips make a good side.

Maintains a firm diet.

Leon S. Kennedy

I raise you one: Ham, Cheese, Egg croissant.

Breakfast, lunch, and dinner all in one.

And available at many fast food places.

Had one with a runny egg yoke and - lord.

Mikaela Reid

Lavender Matcha Boba.

Her tastes buds soared.

Too bad it was a limited time promotional item.

Jonah Vasquez

Caesar Salad Wrap with Ranch.

Maybe with a small lil fruit cup.

Overall very healthy 👍.

Yoichi Asakawa

Hamburg with cheese.

I don’t really know a lot about him tbh.

Seems like he has a well balanced diet.

Probably eats it with a cabbage garnish.

Haddie Kaur

Eggs.

Fried eggs served over spiced watermelon rinds are 👌.

Can’t go wrong with an eggs and cheese.

Ada Wong

I can’t really imagine her eating??

My mind says she probably collects antique wine but I can’t really picture her drinking either.

I’ll go with mussoli.

Rebecca Chambers

Macarons!

Expensive? Yes. Shareable? Also yes!

“Oh! Those look just like a smiling hamburger!”

Vittorio Toscano

Cheese and bread.

Maybe- MAYBE a little watered down wine.

Not like a charcuterie board. More Skyrim “going ham on a wheel of cheese and bread”.

Thalita Lyra

Grilled Pineapple.

Dusted with some brown sugar and grilled on an open flame is 🤤.

Likes it tender. Undercooked, firm pineapple makes her sad.

Renato Lyra

Rice. Rice never changes.

Goes well with cheesy stroganoff.

Wash it down with a fizzy drink.

Probably doesn’t eat much else tbh. Classic ‘Tism 😎

Gabriel Soma

Due to his memories being fake it’s hard to tell if he actually likes the food or just THINKS he likes it.

Probably likes hotdogs.

His Mom would always get him some to nom on during baseball game.

Hates pork hotdogs.

Nic Cage

Apparently is irl favorites are KFC and champagne.

Sounds about right.

Seems like a memer and would get a baja blast if his kids suggested it.

Ellen Ripely

Freeze dried ice cream sandwiches.

Or crackers.

Likes the crunch and long shelf life both can provide.

Alan Wake

Scrambled eggs, buttered toast, and black coffee.

You ever such a rough morning you gotta process what’s on your plate for 10 minutes?

Likes his eggs salty.

Sable Ward

DIY spooky treats!

“Mummy Dogs” are croissant wrapped hotdogs and “candied eyeballs” are tangulu grapes.

Probably had an edgy phase of “only liking black coffee.”

“How can you even enjoy the natural taste of coffee with all that sugar and milk??”

Killers:

Evan McMillian

Boiled Dinner.

Throw some cabbage, pastrami, and bacon in bag with some seasonings.

(Read: salt and pepper).

Delicious for 1800 palettes.

Phillip Ojomo

Canned beans.

Eating them straight from the can hit different after a long day of crushing cars.

Knows how to open any can with a spoon alone.

Max Thompson Jr

Biscuits and Gravy.

Was usually served the slop version as a kid.

Tries to re-create it a bit more “not bad”.

Sally Smithson

Johnny cakes.

Probably also likes food with not okay names.

Like “Injun Bread” 🫤.

Micheal Myers

Chips and Cola.

Eats more to survive than for comfort.

A lot of victims tend to be teenagers relaxing on Halloween with an assortment of junk food goodies.

Chips in bowl and a half empty cup of cola are very tasty snacks when he’s on the move.

Lisa Sherwood

I’m not sure if it’s ever explicitly said but I head-cannon her as being from New Orleans.

Craw fish is tried and true banger.

Even in her “Hag” form, she enjoys slurping them up raw.

Herman Carter

Black Coffee.

Wakes up early to enjoy some time alone with his mug.

Maybe dips a crostini in.

Anna

Bear.

Anna likes her food in a very particular way, almost OCD with her eating habits.

Refuses to eat until she “earns” the right to eat.

Bear is the perfect challenge.

Bubba Sawyer

Chili.

Add a dollop of cheddar jack cheese on top for a pop of color.

Likes dipping bread into it.

No spoon required.

Freddy Krueger

Apple slices.

A nice juicy apple was refreshing on a hot summers day working in the garden.

Now, the juices sting his skin.

Amanda Young

Fast food.

If you ever worked the morning shift at a fast food place yknow the crack heads be jonesing out in the corner booth.

Post Recovery, I think greasy fast food helps settle her stomach.

Jeffery Hawk

Corn dogs if he’s mad, cotton candy if he’s sad.

Or both if you wanna meet an early grave.

Either way, eats way too much for his body to properly digest and often is constipated.

Rin Yamaoka

Natto.

Sticky fermented beans beloved by Japan.

Kinda icky but it’s a staple there.

Frank, Julie, Susie, Joey

Frank likes hot chocolate.

Julie likes loaded fries.

Susie likes sprinkles.

Joey likes red slushies.

Adris

Mutton and dates.

A holy meal for a holy woman.

Not too sure if the Babylonians had honey ( I think they did) she’d probably slather it on.

Danny Johnson

French fries.

Perfect finger food while typing up the next big story.

Tries dipping it in the blood of his victims to be “edgy.”

Decided against it as it could implement him to the crimes (credit card, receipts, DNA etc).

Demogorgan

Enjoys nibbling on plants.

More of a sensory thing than taste.

They tickle all the right places in its mouth.

Kazan Yamaoka

Pickled Veggies

Great for traveling and very nutritious .

Probably would be a meat dish but I’d imagine he was very disciplined with his diet.

Caleb Quinn

Lambs Fry.

Also likes snacking on bar peanuts.

His favorite part is the eye ball.

Pyramid Head

I don’t think he can eat.

Doesn’t he have a tongue??

Likes flicking it over the inside of his helmet.

Likes the metallic taste of rust.

Talbot Grimes

Haggis.

“Classic Scottish “cuisine””.

Would cry eating it as child.

Also likes hibiscus tea for the anti oxidants ☝️.

Charlotte and Victor Deshayes

Food was hard to come by growing up.

Survived off of scraps.

One time they were lucky to come across very tasty meat.

Their mom said it was “honeyed” whatever that meant.

Ji-woon Hak

Champagne.

Definitely pours it over himself to watch it stream through his abs.

Enjoys dropping a fruit in to dive after.

Nemesis T-Type

Nemesis is technically a meat suit being piloted by a parasite (that’s what his tentacle thing is.)

Kinda feeds off the body it’s piloting.

Like a fungi to a tree (which is bananas, look it up.)

Elliot Spencer

Scabs.

Especially likes the thicker variety that peel clean off.

Bonus points if it’s has that soft, goey white stuff in it.

Carmina Mora

Caldino de congrio.

Hot as fuck.

Eel hits different.

Sadako Yamamura

Rice.

Nothing special.

A plain bowl of rice lightly salted is a good meal in itself.

Maybe a peice of unseasoned fish.

Dredge

Fingernails.

Enjoys chewing on its “hands” and hearing that sweet, sweet crunch.

Sometimes chews on the fingernails of deceased survivors to see if it can taste what they’ve previously eaten.

Albert Wesker

Sultans Delight.

A creamy eggplant mixture topped with some braised lamb.

Doesn’t really take the time to enjoy it.

Give him 7 minutes tops.

Tarhos Kovács

Preserved fish.

The extremely salted filets cook up real quick for a tasty dish.

Was always a treat when he found a barrel of them in his raids.

Adrianna Imai

Guarana.

Enjoys it especially as a mixer.

Her mini fridge is always stocked with some.

HUX-A7-13

“Eating” is an organic thing.

No thanks.

Does have a favorite type of electricity.

Enjoys the smell of carbon.

Xenomorph

Human.

As an apex predators, Aliens enjoy killing everything that catches their eye.

I imagine our Alien in particular developed a taste for human flesh.

Charles Lee Ray

Swedish Meatballs.

Some meatballs are better than others.

But they like, gotta be seasoned super well. Not like a dash of Italian herbs and you call it day.

Unknown

Bone marrow.

Likes to suck them out of chicken bones.

Or human bones.

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