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mayaree-darling · 5 months

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Hi i've been binging some of your fics recently and im in love! I saw that you had requests open so I was wondering if you could do scaramouche x fem reader but where reader dresses in jojifuku or other known as cutecore and scaramouche dresses in a baggy 'cool' way and reader gets made fun of for dressing differently?

of scary dog privileges & matcha lattes // scaramouche (modern au)

pairing: Scaramouche x Cutecore!Reader

synopsis: look, you may be a cute ball of pastels that can test scaramouche's patience, but you're HIS cute pastel lover. but if anyone messes with you, it's okay - his hands were made to be thrown.

from aree: for @amia-69: thanks for requesting and i hope this was satisfactory. i had too much fun with this so i hope you don't mind if it's a tad long with more scenes than you requested. i also made this a bit more feel-good by being a little silly but it’s still mostly serious, i hope you don't mind!

content: slight stalking and bullying scenario (be warned if triggering); very annoyed Scara means swearing; i'm in silly writer mode rn so this is a mix of crack and serious writing; slightly unhinged reader but hey so is scaramouche; praying this ain't OOC; fully accepted this is cringe; fem reader

fic length: 4k~ (unedited)

Scaramouche isn't dumb. He can tell anyone who sees him is asking it in their head.

How the fuck did you two end up together?

There was nothing soft looking about him besides the hair he inherited from his mother. He was his mother but with sharper lines, edges, and words. His eyes were almost a permanent glare if he didn't look bored or annoyed at everyone and everything. He always seemed to wear dark clothing, accompanied by the right amount of chains or belts here and there to complete the look, but they suited him nicely. If anything, he wore them best than most. If he wore anything less than clothes that didn't hang off his body he looked uncomfortable. Didn't mean he didn't hear enough older people talking about his choice of clothes though.

So when he first stood next to you on the fruits and vegetables aisle at the grocery store, he realized how you two stood at different ends of the fashion spectrum. He was there with his mother for their weekly food restock and ended up getting left behind when he went to check something on his phone (typical. How may times had this happened?) When he blinked, gone was his mom, and there beside him stood you, looking at a bunch of melons.

"This shit's overpriced, the hell." you grumble it under your breath, but Scaramouche heard it loud and clear. The snort he lets out isn't unnoticed by you and you turn to him, eyebrows raised. You look at him up and down before your eyes land back to his, and he frowns.

Goddamn it, here we go. He's heard his mom talk his ear off about the clothes this morning and he wasn't gonna hear it from anyone else. He opens his mouth, ready to cuss you to next Tuesday, but you beat him to it.

"I like the eyeliner," Scaramouche stares at you incredulously, and almost as a final nail into the coffin that he heard you right, you nod in approval. You tilt your head to the side. "I gotta say though. I think eyeshadow would look a lot better. Maybe... red? Just a bit at the corners. It would look a lot nice with your eye color and would make them pop considering you wear a lot of dark shades."

Scaramouche gapes at you. He's used to getting cussed out or getting the occasional talking to about his choices in life, but fashion advice was the last thing he expected to get from some stranger in the fruits aisle.

"Thanks..." he eventually lets out. He finally takes a moment to look you up and down and wonders how the hell did he not notice you sooner when you stood out from everything like a sore thumb.

Scaramouche didn't know there were so many shades of pink in the world. Or maybe he never noticed since he never wore clothes like that, and if he was honest, he spent time with people who didn't wear that color at all. Seeing it now was like a jumpscare, just a lot softer considering it's not like you posed any actual threat but slightly still as surprising considering people randomly approaching him first was so rare. If you weren't wearing a shade of pink, you were wearing some pastel shade of another color. Pastel blue, pastel purple, white lace here and there. The skirt you wore was so frilly you looked like you were walking around with a pink cloud. You looked... soft. That was the best summary Scaramouche could put together in the amount of time he gave you a once over.

You looked like everything he was not.

"I like... the frills," he inwardly cringed the moment he said it, but he ended up just frowning at you. It was your damn fault for putting him in this position in the first place so why the hell was he the one suffering. It's not his fault he wasn't good at giving other people compliments.

You laugh, and Scaramouche wasn't sure whether he should be glad you didn't take it to heart or be offended that he actually tried his best to give you a compliment only to be shot down. "It's okay. You don't have to force yourself."

Scaramouche just frowned deeper. Now it feels like you're saying he can't give out a compliment at all. He looks you up and down again and just says what comes to his head on the spot. "You look like the cotton candy sold at the fair across the street. Actually, I think you're a lot more pink than that stuff, but still lighter? Can't tell accurately with how many shades you got going on."

He must've said something good enough for you because you're grinning at him the next second. "That's one of the nicer ones people have said to me."

Scaramouche looks at you in disbelief. "How is that even remotely nice?"

"Well, for one, I know you mean that sincerely. Second, I'll have you know I worked hard to get pretty vibrant pinks that weren't too hard on the eyes, so thanks for confirming that!"

"You made that?" You nod, and Scaramouche nods back slowly in approval, actually impressed. "Not bad."

Your eyes land on his watch and you jolt, looking at the time on your phone. You pick a random melon even when he sees you scowl at the price tag and put it into your basket. Nodding once more to him, you turn around and leave. But as he watches you round the corner, you're running back to his side once more before he can even turn away. The sudden look of alarm on your face, so different from the grin and laughter you had on earlier, immediately has him on edge.

"Please help me," you whisper, but there was no one else in the aisle besides a mother and her baby at the far end. He frowns and looks to the side.

"Do I look like I help people." it came out harsher than he intended, but didn't he give you more than he was already willing to give any other stranger? Now you were just taking advantage of him.

"I need a scary dog right now," you said it so casually and seriously he wasn't sure he heard you right. But your voice echoed correctly in his head and he actually takes a step away from you, face incredulous.

"What the fuck did you just call me?" he scoffs, not sure if he was supposed to be offended or it was a compliment from you in some weird way. "The pet shop is right next door. Go get a dog there."

"Please. You know what I mean." you look at him pleadingly and he looks away. No, no, he was not gonna break first. This wasn't his business to deal with. He's done enough for people for the day. Nope.

"Again, go look for that somewhere else. Don't you have a boyfriend to help with this kinda thing?"

You roll your eyes and Scaramouche has half a mind to smack you silly. "If I did, you think I'd be going up to strangers for help?"

"So this is a regular thing, huh?" he takes a step back and you take a step towards him.

"Of course not, you expect this kinda thing to happen sometimes. But I don't want to hide away just ‘cause some people couldn't stay away and mind their own damn business," you shuffle from one foot to another. You cast a hesitant look behind you. His eyes follow.

"What are you even-" he stops. In the corner where he last saw you turn, a hooded man hovered over the bread aisle. For a shelf that only had five pieces of loaves left he was taking his time picking, so that only meant one thing. Scaramouche watched as the man glanced over once in your direction before seemingly turning back to the bread with fake focus.

"I thought I was imagining it. But he’s giving me the evil eyes," your voice is a whisper again.

That's unpleasant. Scaramouche straightened his posture and looked at you directly. If it's a scary dog you needed then so be it.

"What are you waiting for, then?" his voice was loud, not enough to be too distracting, but enough to carry over to the asshole who decided to be a creep for the day. Scaramouche kept his eyes on you. "You need anything else? I got the car running. Let's go if you're ready."

You look up at him like he was a fucking hero and Scaramouche all but does his best to not look as pompous as he felt. He sees the guy step back a little from his view, most likely thinking twice about following you when you're suddenly with company. He all but stares the fucker down until he leaves his line of sight.

Scaramouche breathes a short sigh of relief and he sees you do the same. He wanted to leave it at that, but if the guy was planning to follow you around the mall, he'd probably stick around a bit more. So fucking annoying. Not you, though. Although you were a bit annoying, you've probably been through more today than he had. He takes your wrist lightly.

"Where to next? I have family waiting outside."

You smile, relaxed and familiar. He holds your wrist, but you guide him around the store for a few other things before heading to the counter. When you leave the shop, plastic bags in hand, he motions for you to head to the parking lot and you follow albeit hesitantly, only visibly relaxing when you see a woman standing by a car who looks eerily similar to your rescuer.

"Oh? You have a friend." Scaramouche bites back the retort that almost slips past his lips. What did she mean by that? Of course he had friends. He'd never introduce them to her and her to them but he preferred keeping those two sides of his life away from each other.

"She had a bit of a problem and needed some help," she looks at you once and back to him. She gives him a knowing look but Scaramouche could swear on his grave that what she was thinking was vastly different from what was really going on.

"I see. Will your friend be joining us for dinner?" she looks at you with a soft smile and you return it. Scaramouche has half a mind to facepalm himself, he thanks what shred of patience he has left that he doesn't because you give him a glance.

"Thank you for the offer, but I should really be heading home," you turn to him fully and take the plastic bags from him. "Thanks for... helping me."

He opens his mouth but before he can say anything, you give him a knowing nod before quickly walking away. He watches you walk a few paces before he hears his mom clear her throat. He looks to her, already scowling.

"Don't tell me you're just gonna let her go like that?"

"What do you want me to do?"

Ei sighs. "At least make sure she gets a ride? If you walked her all the way over here, I can guess you wanted to give her a ride home. But that's out of the question now."

"Why are you so invested in this anyway? I just met her today."

"Oh, really? I thought you already knew each other." Ei hums as she rummages her purse for the keys. "You look like a pair. Not quite sure what kind, but definitely a pair of something. I think she’s rather cute."

He curses silently before jogging to catch up to you. He finds you standing by the bus stop. When you turn to him, you smile.

"Thanks for helping me again."

"You know I was planning on dropping you off at your place, right? Thought that was kinda clear with what I said at the grocery."

"Nah. I'd bothered you enough. Don't wanna bother your sister either." you grin at him, shuffling from foot to foot again, now with a pep in your step.

"First off, that was my mom, not my sister." you repeat the word 'mom' silently before looking at him with barely suppressed admiration, and Scaramouche barely holds himself back from groaning. "Second, it's fine. You're not scared that guy's gonna follow you home?"

"I'll be in a bus full of people. If he tries anything I'll scream my head off." you laugh. Scaramouche can hear a shred of doubt in your voice, but he doesn't say anything else. There's a pause of silence before you look at him from the corner of your eye and hum. "Y'know. I don't know how to properly thank you."

He waves you off. "Forget about it."

"How about I treat you?" you turn to him fully, like he just didn't brush you off. "I know a cafe by the train station that makes really good matcha lattes."

"What makes you think I even like matcha?" he sighs, but he thinks about it for a second. And then another second. Scaramouche blinks before he turns to you with a deadpan face. "You're just trying to take advantage of my scary dog privilege or whatever you call it."

"Maybe? Who knows?"you grin mischievously. "I'm serious about treating you to a meal, though. I owe you one. If you want you can just take the meal and forget about ever seeing me again."

Scaramouche sighs. Surely, it wouldn't hurt...?

"Alright then. When's our date?" You blink at him in surprise before laughing.

When people ask him how you two got together, he says you treated him to matcha for saving your life and you just hit it off. When they ask you to confirm, you excitedly show a picture of the two of you in the cafe of your first date. Should anyone try to mention the foam of milk from the matcha latte gathered around the top of his lips or the cat ears you had graciously edited onto the top of his head, Scaramouche is quick to silence them with a murderous look, almost the very same one he has on in the picture.

Some might think why doesn’t he just ask you to stop showing the photo to people? It’s enough for you to confirm that you got together over drinks, end of story. But as he watches and listens to you recount how you met again, the smile on your lips and the laughter that slips past and the grin as you show all the pictures - he can’t imagine saying no.

Why would he make you stop when you’re so happy?

That’s what he thinks now, as he sees the frown on your face.

He thought people already understood. He let you tell the story over and over even though it got on his nerves time and time again because it made you happy, yes, but also so people saw who they were messing with if they ever even thought of messing with you. This city was a small one - if people didn’t know him from his mother, they surely have heard of him and his friends. This city was the kind where word travelled fast if you were even in any social circle. If not for that, they would have surely seen him walking around with you with all the places you wanted to see.

He underestimated how dumb people could be.

Scaramouche rolled his eyes before frowning. He pocketed his phone and all but jogged to the park. From a distance, he could see two guys in front of the bench he was sure was where you were supposed to meet. It was the bench he and you stopped at to exchange numbers, so it became a place that meant a lot to you. When he was close, the group of guys looked at his direction, snickering, before heading to the next bench over. Finally, he has a perfect view of you, your head down, holding on to your drink and phone like a lifeline. His drink almost lay forgotten beside you.

He quickly grabbed the drink from your side and sat beside you. From the corner of his eye, he can see the group of guys stealing glances at the both of you, not even trying to hide their laughter and sneers. He’s gripping his drink almost as hard as you were.

“You’re here,” you smile at him, but as quickly as it’s on your face it drops back to a wobbly frown and you look away. “Sorry if I made you hurry, I-”

“What happened? Did they do anything to you?” his voice comes out in a rush but it’s soft, as comforting as he can muster with the situation at hand. He can feel his blood boiling, his senses on high alert.

“No, no, they were just being mean and annoying and I-” you shakily pocket your phone and hold on to his hand. He can feel you shaking and he grit his teeth.

“What did they do? What the fuck did they say?” he was gripping onto the cup so tight he would’ve been surprised that it hadn’t broken yet if he wasn’t so focused on you.

“Nothing important.” he squeezes your hand, not enough to hurt, but to make sure you know that he’s here now. You didn’t need to hide anything from him. You just need to tell him. You look up at him and purse your lips. “They just said-”

He hears laughter and immediately whips his head towards the two guys, feeling absolutely feral. The closest one sitting on the edge of the bench flinches for a second, before he meets his glare with a sneer.

“I was wondering what kind of parents would leave their little princess walking around alone like that,” the guy smirks and Scaramouche can feel you flinch under his touch. “But another kid just showed up to pick them up. Where are your parents, kiddies?”

The two guys laugh and Scaramouche can feel his teeth crack with how hard he was biting down. He stands up but you hold on to his hand.

“Just let it go. Let’s just get out of here.” you mumble to him, but the guys heard perfectly.

“Let’s just get out of here~” the other guy copies your voice, all high pitched and mocking and everything that Scaramouche knew you were very much not. “She dresses like a little princess and sounds like one. Aren’t you too old for that?”

They howl with laughter and slowly, Scaramouche feels you let go of him. He looks to you, concerned, but you meet his eyes, your face blank but he knows that look.

Go for it.

With quick strides he’s right beside their bench. They stop for a moment to look at him.

He looks at the matcha latte in his hand and sighs.

What a waste of a drink. You got it for him, too.

“What are you- ARGH!” Scaramouche shakes the cup empty of all it’s content, making sure that each of the guys’ heads had at least a bit of the matcha drink. But Scaramouche was sure he got them both - it was a large drink, after all.

“Pick on someone your own size, you lil’-” the man closest to him goes to stand, but just as he does, Scaramouche raises his own leg and drives a kick right on his knees.

*CRACK*

The man screams in pain, forced to his knees and tending to his newly acquired wound. The other guy stands to try and help, but his form quickly falters as Scaramouche takes one step towards him, eyes blazing. The man doesn’t move, too frightened, as Scaramouche leans down to the man on the ground.

“There you go. Now we’re the same height.”

Scaramouche feels a pull on the back of his shirt and he’s ready to throw his arm back to punch when he sees you. He lets you pull him and you make a break for it as he hears the man crying in pain behind him.

Trees turn to buildings around you both as you leave the park and head to the city center, stopping only when you’re sure the coast is clear. You both take in large breaths of air after running for so long, but even the silence does nothing to make him realize the gravity of what just happened. That’s not the case for you, though.

“Oh, God, I didn’t think you’d do that. The drink, yeah, but...” you say between breaths. You take a shaky laugh and rub the back of your neck. “Was the kick really necessary, though?”

Was that necessary? Scaramouche knew the answer for himself. He walks closer to you.

Why would he let anyone destroy whatever you two had going on? You came as a pair.

"Scara, what are you-" he stops in his tracks and looks you in the eyes. There's a pause before he lifts his hand and flicks your forehead.

"Talk smack, get whacked."

"I didn't even say anything! And why are you hitting me?!"

There’s a pause as he runs his teeth over his lower lip.

“Hey… you.”

“Wow, I thought by now you knew my name,” you sneer at him. “You telling me you still don’t know it?”

He inhales before he says your name softly. You gape at him, suddenly aware of how serious he’s gotten. “You’re happy with… yourself, right…?”

“Of course I am. That’s not even worth asking about,” there’s a doubtful look on your face, but not because of your answer. Your apprehension stems from where this conversation was going.

“Keep being happy, then.” Scaramouche rubs the knuckles of your hand with his thumb before pressing a kiss to your palm. He smirks at you. “If anyone else says otherwise, a drink over their head and broken kneecaps are the least of their concerns.”

“Now, come on,” he doesn’t let go of your hand and you make no mention of it. “We still gotta stop by Nahida’s, right?”

＝＝✿＝＝｜✧••❀••✧｜＝＝✿＝＝

❀BONUS❀

“Your mom’s gonna kill us when she finds out what you did.”

“Nah. She’d be fine with it.” Scaramouche scoffs.

“Find out what?” Ei appears by the kitchen doorway and looks at you both expectantly. You turn to Scaramouche, eyes wide with fear, but he doesn’t flinch or even stop chopping the melon.

“I poured a drink over some guy who said Matcha was acting too much like a kid,” Scaramouche answers easily, passing you a melon slice. “Also might have broken their knee, but we didn’t get to see.”

“I’m really sorry, Ms. Ei-”

“That’s it?” Ei leans on the kitchen counter and to your surprise, looks at Scaramouche with disappointment. “You should’ve broken a bone or two more.”

You blink as they continue talking about how best to have handled the situation; all their solutions involved hurting someone.

Well, you guess Scaramouche must have had to got it from someone in the family.

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theaudacitytowrite · 7 months

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I just called to say...

Dean Winchester x Reader

A/N: I think this fic shows my current state of mind quite well... so I think you guys get why I'm not able to write the fluffy fics that were supposed to be written months ago. I hope you can enjoy this one at least

Warnings: blood, injuries, character death (it's spn, duh!), hurt with no comfort

word count: 2.124

Dean groaned when he was shaken out of his slumber as his phone vibrated somewhere next to him. He tapped around his nightstand annoyed as he tried to find the pesky device and turn it off. Whoever called could wait for him to get up in the morning. He peeked onto the display, blinking against the harsh display light as he was about to decline the call when he saw your face lighting up the screen.

You had walked over Dean’s path earlier that day. You were out on a hunt with a fellow hunter and the three of you caught up over lunch. Dean had needed a motel to stay over for a night since he was on the drive back to the bunker after a successful hunt further down south so you showed him the motel you were staying at before parting ways again.

Dean wondered why you'd call at this time and sighed deeply, answering the phone.

“It’s 3 in the morning. What is it Y/N?” he asked groggily. His voice sounded hoarse, rough, and tired but his demeanour quickly changed to worry when he heard your laboured breaths that you forced yourself to take.

“D-Dean...” your voice was only above a whisper as you replied shakily. But there was also relief. Relief that Dean had picked up. You had worried that he wouldn’t hear his phone since it took him a few rings before he had answered. When he answered with his hoarse voice and his usual sassy remark, you had to smile softly, your eyes closing as a tear ran down your cheek “...I ...I fucked up.” you wheezed strained.

Suddenly all his usual snarkiness was nowhere to be heard; he was in his serious, caring, concerned mode now.

“What do you mean?" Dean asked confused, “Where are you?”

Your breaths were ragged, and Dean could tell that you were holding back tears and wails of pain.

“...Randy and I-I,” you stammered, swallowing hard as you tried to hold yourself together, “We were... we went out to the woods.” you coughed and it sounded like you were choking, “It was an ambush.” you managed to press out, “Randy's... he didn't make it and as it looks like... I won't make it either.” you breathed out.

In an instant Dean had jumped out of bed, starting to dress himself hurriedly.

“I’ll come and get you.” Dean responded curtly, almost hanging up.

“No! Wait.” you croaked, “Don’t… don’t hang up. I... I don't wanna die alone.”

“You’re not dying, Y/N!” Dean harshly responded but cooled down immediately as he took a deep breath. “Okay.” his voice was barely above a whisper when he spoke again, “I’ll stay on the phone with you but you’re not going to die. And you gotta tell me where you are.” Dean tried to stay calm for your sake as he hurried out to Baby.

“Somewhere in the woods... maybe ten minutes from the motel.” you breathed heavily.

“I’m coming to you, Y/N. Hold on.” Dean uttered collected.

“Dean...” you sobbed, “...can you do something for me?”

“...yeah. What do you need?” Dean tried to keep his emotions at bay. He didn’t like the sound of your voice. It was getting quieter with each time you spoke. He didn’t waste another second and drove off towards the woods you and Randy had told about him earlier.

“Tell Bobby...” you hiccupped, “Tell Bobby he was right. I'm an idiot.” you chuckled somberly. “And... tell Sam and Cas that I'm sorry... and I love all three of them.” you sniffled.

“You can tell them this yourself.” Dean insisted. He felt his emotions start to build up as tears streamed down his cheeks.

“Please.” you breathed shakily. ”Just promise me.”

Dean’s words were no longer above a whisper as he croaked. “I'll tell them.”

“Thank you... *you huffed heavily, trying to keep your breath steady as you lay on the cold forest ground, the knife in your chest hurting so damn much with every breath you took.

“Do you... do you remember that Summer in 1995?” you suddenly whispered into the phone.

“...Yeah?” Dean hummed as memories flooded his brain. He had no idea of where this was going but he was still curious and waiting for your next words.

“How we went to the beach that one night and sat eating smores till sunrise?” you chuckled, tears running down your cheeks. “We watched the stars...” you trail off.

“...Yeah, I do remember that night.” Dean wasn't saying much because he didn't want to interrupt you, so he was mostly quietly listening and waiting for more. He wanted to keep you talking so he knew that you were still with him.

“I knew it then.” you sobbed cryptically, the rigid movement hurting you even more. “But I never said anything...” you gulp, “But I have to say something before... before I go…”

Dean swallowed a lump that had formed in his throat and was struggling to keep his voice steady when he spoke. “And what is that?”

“I love you, Dean.” you breathed through the speaker, “I always have.” you sniffled, “And I'm sorry for telling you this now... but you know me. I always had bad timing.” you chuckle bitterly.

Dean swallowed hard as your words sank in. A flood of emotions filled his head like a wave from the ocean crashing to the shore. He was so speechless that he could barely respond “...yeah, y-you always had bad timing.” He finally answered though it was really just to have something to say.

You chuckled sadly and closed your eyes, tears streaming down your cheeks. Your breath became shallower with every breath and your voice started to fade out as you slowly began to slip in and out of conscience.

“D-Don't you dare leave me...” Dean uttered huskily. He grew more panicked with each passing second. He was scared and desperate. “D-Don't leave me...” He repeated, his voice growing more strained with each word.

“Ok.” you sobbed weakly, knowing you couldn't do anything against it no matter how hard you tried. You felt your energy draining more and more as you began to shiver.

“...where are you, Dean?” you asked almost inaudible when Dean’s line grew silent. You needed to hear his voice just for a moment longer.

“I... I'm here...” Dean whispered back. His voice was shaky, unsteady, and heavy with pain as tears continued to stream down his cheeks. “You... you're not alone. Okay?” he repeated his earlier words almost in a begging tone.

“Thank you...” you whispered, slowly losing strength to hold up your phone to your ear.

“You're welcome...” There was a long pause after that, and Dean was trying to stay calm for you but you could still hear him struggling to hold back more tears. “Hold on... Okay?” you could hear his voice break with another sob.

“I... I don’t think I can that long anymore...” you croaked when you suddenly heard the faint sound of an engine and some lights started to creep up the hill. Dean perked up as he heard the noise of Baby reverb from your side of the line and his eyes widened. He suddenly sounded incredibly desperate, and his voice was pleading. “Come on, come on... Come on, come on. Please...” he was still speaking softly so as not to alarm you, but he was trying to be encouraging, hoping you'd hold on long enough to see him.

“Dean?” you asked almost elated, “Is... is that you?” you sobbed, “Or am I hallucinating?”

“No, you're not hallucinating.” Dean's voice was surer and clearer when he spoke again, though the heavy emotion in his voice was still clearly present. “It's me, it's me. You're gonna be okay.” his voice was still quiet so as not to startle you, but a little louder than before.

You started sobbing audibly, a mix of hope, longing and desperation mixing as you heard Baby approach. It took an eternity until you heard her come to a halt and the doors opened and closed. You heard hurried steps rustling through the leaves and Dean’s voice calling out for you in the distance and over your phone.

“H-here...” you croaked as loud as you could, but it was still only a whisper.

Dean heard you and your words filled him with a rush of emotions. The tears still streamed down his cheeks as he ran around the trees following the sound of your voice. He got closer and closer until he reached you, kneeling by your side as he looked down at you.

“Y/N.... Y/N...” the flood of feelings almost made his words unintelligible.

Dean saw the state you were in and it frightened him. Your skin was pale and dull, your lips chapped and your eyes half-lidded. You were covered in bruises and cuts, blood everywhere. You were cold to the touch aside from the bloody patch where a hunter knife stuck in your abdomen.

“Dean...” you breathed out, barely able to focus your eyes on him but his touch was so familiar and soothing.

“Y/N...” Dean took your hand and squeezed it firmly, “Y/N...” he repeated, and his voice grew stronger and louder. “...don't go... please...” you could sense the desperation in his words, as well as the pain and anguish that was breaking out as Dean was desperately trying not to cry.

“I'm... I'm trying...” you huffed heavily, fighting against your eyes closing. “How did you find me?” you croaked out weakly.

Dean swallowed a few times as the words struggled to come out of his mouth. “It... it doesn't matter... don't matter.” There was a long pause before he spoke again “Just...” another long pause and his tears kept falling, “...just hold on... okay?” He sniffled as he tried to come up with a plan of how to get you out of here and into the ER.

“Dean...” you weakly squeezed his hand, trying to get his attention back to you.

“Y-yes?” he quivered, pulling your hand up to his cheek.

“It’s going to be alright,” you whispered almost inaudible.

Dean felt his emotions break as he felt your soft hand on his cheek. A lump grew in his throat yet again as he fought back tears. There was another long pause before he spoke again.

“It won’t... will it?” he whispered strained, his voice breaking slightly with the last word. You smiled bleakly, knowing he was right.

“I love you...” you simply responded, your eyes starting to flutter.

You could hear his voice getting even more filled with distress as he couldn't hold the tears back anymore. “I... I love you, too...” he continued, not wanting to waste the last few moments you had before leaving this world. “I love you, Y/N... too...” he whispered as he squeezed your hand again, softly kissing the back of your hand. He hoped that you could still hear him and feel his love as your eyes had closed. For a moment a soft smile appeared on your lips before your face relaxed.

Dean felt a deep sense of guilt when he saw your relaxed expression. The tears still fell as he was struggling to hold your hand steady. “Don't go...” he repeated over and over again. He fell apart when your hand squeezed his faintly once more. He leaned over your body, softly pressing a kiss against your forehead. He could taste the dried blood mix with his tears.

Dean took in your last squeeze and he stayed next to you, his hand still holding yours for a while after he felt there was no more movement in your hand. He was still crying, too devastated to say anything else.

As he started to pull himself together, his voice had become hoarse. It was weak and barely above a whisper. “...Y/N...” Another long pause spread as he took a deep breath and wiped his eyes. “...Y/N, you ain't ever gonna believe this.”

He took a moment to gather himself again. He took in a shaky breath and continued, hoping that the last of your consciousness could hear his words in the afterlife at least. “...Y/N, I always knew that you were an idiot,” he said with the barest touch of humour as he smiled through his tears. He took a moment and then spoke again. “...but... you've always been my idiot.” His breath grew shaky again and his eyes were filled with more tears, but the smile was still there as he spoke. Another tear fell from his eyes as he forced himself to chuckle through his sadness as he sat there with you until the sun began to rise.

Sooo... what do y'all say? Hope it wasn't too bad for a first Dean Fic.

Taglist: @hellowgoodbye @tommie-gvf @loz-3

Divider by @talesmaniac89

You can also read it on my [AO3]

#dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x you #dean winchester drabble #dean winchester fic #dean winchester fanfic #dean winchester fanfiction #supernatural #supernatural fic #supernatural fanfic #supernatural fanfiction #jensen ackles #character death #angst with no comfort #angst without happy end

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mortuarywriting · 2 months

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If I outline what the fuck i wanna see in my self indulgent au will it give me the kick in the ass to write it.

Obviously relative spoiler/high notes/plot points below

The premise is, so far, nobody has seen where Simon lives. As far as they- they being Gaz, Soap, and Price- know he has a flat in Manchester.

Well leaving base one night(ish, time negotiable), the road they were all taking in their separate vehicles is closed due to a nasty accident. Gonna be blocked for 24 hours kinda mess.

So Ghost offers to let them all stay at his place, if only for a bit or the night if they prefer

Everyone just kinda. Well this isn't what we were expecting but alright. So they follow his car, it's pissing down rain and you can't see shit before you but the tail lights you're following but they've committed and by the time they pull off the road they're fuckin nowhere. House is fairly isolated, separate garage building, coop in the backyard, and a thatch roof cottage. Whose Nan's attic is Simon living in???

Except, not a random old biddie. Just a random fat American?? It's obvious they're familiar enough with each other, giving each other shit and that there's a whole "you got back from a mission here is our you came home routine"

Whole mess. The group stays the night because now they're nosy and wanna find out what the relationship is. You both say roommates. They don't wholly believe that.

Simon and roomie sleep downstairs, he can't sleep in a bed yet after the mission and roomie makes sure there's enough background noise that he doesn't snap into combat mode everything is about to go to shit.

Next morning roomie and Simon team up to make a hodge podge of all kinds of breakfast food and between them all there are no leftovers. Concerns are had if everyone ate enough (and then biscuits and gravy settled).

Its back to routine and roomie goes out to grocery shop to stock back up on "i need to feed myself and a whole ass army dude" levels of food and snackies.

While Simon is trying to get Soap and Gaz to stop making excuses to stick around (all good-natured fun) there is a call. Roomie prefaces this with they're fine!!! But uh. They did get hit by a car. A bit. Enough that there has to be a report. Come get the groceries?

And this is the part where they find out Simon and roomie are married. Have been for y e a r s. Technically the town knows them under roomie's last name as a couple.

After the dust is settled and everyone is back at the cottage the explaining happens. Yes, they're married. Vegas happened. It's been a long time and they kinda glossed over the whole "he's a dead man" legal bit for it. Roomie still gets married rights. How do you think he has a lease as a dead man roomie legitimately wants to know. The cottage is in their name, his isn't on it to keep it all off the record if people come knocking for him.

(He does actually have a Manchester flat, though. Landlord takes cash payments however many months at a time and doesn't ask questions. Roomie gets mail from it every once in a blue moon.)

Relationship is largely "we're married but for tax benefits"esque because they're both some flavor of ace. If he's in town roomie checks on if he wants to go to the Saturday munches or not but that's sir not appearing in this fic.

But yeah. Just fun self indulgence.

Could go write the Vegas bit. Write work "being brought home". Bonding activities. List of things for when he retires. Potentially kidnapping. S o many fun options but I just. Gotta write it.

#rambles from the morgue #Some day this will be written #It's sure as shit not today

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darlingsfandom · 8 months

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hii idk if u write dark fics but could you do a yandere!emmett where he kidnaps the reader, you don’t have to write it if it makes u uncomfortable!!

hi!! I've never wrote dark fics before but hey! First time for everything right! Also thank you for asking ✨

WARNINGS: kidnapping, fingering, slight breeding kink! Swearing ...

No, it wasn't Emmett's fault. It couldn't have been his fault that you were alone. You were alone in your room at least you had thought. Emmett wasn't really anything to you, just another guy in the village. He was older than you by a good twenty maybe even thirty years, but you can't lie his eyes were a very pretty shade of blue and the scruff wasn't too bad but he's just another guy.

Emmett had wanted you since the day you were found out in the woods. Lee had found you alone and scared but brought you to the village and helped you get on your feet. Emmett watched your every move since then. It wasn't creepy too him because if you didn't know how he watched you when you went to bed or how you'd cook dinner for one, it's not creepy just merely observing his favorite person.

You were laid out on your bed flipping through some magazine about the hottest new Hollywood couple when the sound of foot steps perked you up. You set the magazine down and then the steps stopped. Your fingers wrapped around the bat you had next to your bed before you got up and slowly approached your bedroom door. With a quick open you jumped back and swung the bat only to realize you were swinging at nothing. You rubbed your forehead with your freehand. "For fucks sake!" You whispered yelled to yourself making yourself try to calm down again but because you let your guard down Emmett took his chance. His leather gloved hand wrapped around your mouth and the other around your waist. Your body instantly went into fight mode, your legs trying to kick and arms trying to flee, but they couldn't. Emmett might be older than you but he's sure as hell a lot stronger.

"Shh!" He whispered into your ear before biting down onto the lobe. Emmett used his strength to drag you down the hallway, out the back door and into his old pickup truck. He made sure to keep everything neat as possible just in case anyone decided they'd stop to see you. You should've ran when he had you the truck but you didn't know Emmett like that. He was crazy enough to kidnap you from your own home, he could kill you right there. Emmett got his truck going and drove in silence as you sat there with your hands tied poorly in some old rope.

Your eyes stung from the tears as Emmett pulled into the dark part of the woods. "Oh my god!" You whispered to yourself as he circled the truck, yanked you out by your arm and dragged you through the wet ground until you were shoved inside a little shack. "Please don't kill me!" You blurted out as he pulled the string on the light.

"Kill ya? Why on earth would I kill ya? You've seen too many movies my dear. I'm not gonna kill ya." He pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head before pulling out the pocket knife , cut the rope and tossed it aside before shoving you into the work bench. "I would never kill ya. Ya might be pretty but ya sure are stupid to think I'd hurt ya doll. Ya see, yer ma girl and I'd never let anyone hurt you so that's why I had to bring ya here. Gotta protect ya!" Emmetts beard tickled against your cheek when he leaned in and kissed you. It took you by surprise and as much as you wanted to push him off and run, your legs wouldn't let you. Emmett's hands ran over your hips before yanking down your pajama shorts. A small gasp left your lips as the cool breeze blew across your wet spot on your panties.

Emmett had the pocket knife in his hand as he held it against your throat. "Now I know ya ain't the brightest star baby , but please don't try anything stupid. I'd had for ya to get hurt. Just let me do what I want to ya because yer mine ! And I will play with ya however I please." The blade ran across your pressure point, down between your breasts, over your stomach and finally ripped open your panties.

"So wet already. It shouldn't turn ya on that I've kidnapped ya and am holding your life in my hands and wet yer soaked." He teased you as his index finger toyed over your folds slowly while his lips attached to the pressure points on your neck biting gently until you snapped back into reality when he pulled away and the feeling of his fingers thrusting in and out of you going faster with each second made your knees buckle while your hands gripped the work bench behind you. Emmett licked over the bite as he pumped his fingers harder. "What a freak you are sweetheart! Getting off on my fingers . " He couldn't handle it anymore and yanked his fingers out leaving a you feeling empty but only for a few seconds because once reality washed over you again that you were in fact getting fucked by your kidnapper, Emmett was already thrusting his fat cock into your tight pussy.

"Ya got a tight little pussy baby! It's mine!" He growled into your ear while snapping his hips into yours harder and harder. "Ya wanted this! Ya NEEDED this! Needed me to take care of ya. No one was ever satisfying enough for ya! " tears streamed down your face as Emmett took no mercy on you.

"Don't ya dare cry baby! Yer already so wet and your thighs are shaking! Can't believe yer going to cum because ya getting fucked by yer kidnapper and lover! So fucked up! Ya dirty slut! My! DIRTY! SLUT!" With each snap Emmett got closer to his own orgasm making you cry harder until the own feeling in your belly fired up.

"That's it pretty baby, cum on my cock while I fill you up and knock ya up! Look so good carrying my baby in ya belly!" His eyes rolled back into his head as he filled you to the brim with his cum which made your own orgasm hit you hard. You cried loudly while dragging your nails down his back.

"Aww see baby, ya really were meant to be mine and only mine." Emmett smirked down at you before giving the most loving kiss you've ever felt.

#emmet #a quiet place emmett #a quiet place smut #a quiet place Emmett smut #cillian smut #Cillian Murphy #cillian murphy smut #emsblurbs

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crushedsweets · 11 days

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SUCKER suckerrrr snap out of it by arctic monkeys is sooo ninakate suckerr trust

i'm so ill. my hands shake and crack as i imagine ninakate living out their life. give me a moment to process. as per usual, im writing this as if i was planning out a one-shot song-fic.

someone remind me to do this with kill the director eventually

ok to begin. the song is from kates perspective to nina.. im imagining its after theyve had their weird little 'meaningless' kisses. IN THIS STORY, SHE KINDA LINGERS BACK TO JEFF ON AND OFF... also this is mostly sad theres barely a good ending im sorry im sorry im sorry im sorry im sorry im sorry im sorry

nina is well integrated into the kate, clocky, toby, EJ friend group by this point. but every time she spends a few weeks trying to "work things out" with jeff, she's completely off in her own world. she withdraws from her friends, half cuz she's so focused on 'fixing' the doomed relationship and half cuz she's so embarrassed that she keeps going back and i think that shit is SOUL CRUSHING to kate. she hasn't had feelings for someone since . . . lauren . . . and she finally gets fragments of romance again, only for nina to constantly wander off after leading her on. also heavy on the 'fell in love, or near enough' cuz what nina and jeff has is not love 'i gotta tell you the truth' its eating kate alive. she doesnt really talk emotions and she never tells people what to do, but she just wants to scream bro.

i think toby, clocky, and ej have already exhausted themselves telling nina to give it up. EJ has tried gentle pieces of advice, clocky has bickered back and forth, and toby has outright screamed at nina to STOP GOING BACK TO HIM. and none of it did anything. but kate doesnt tell people what to do. the most she would do is raise a brow at nina and sigh and shake her head. i think this would eventually be a good bonding moment for kate and toby, where she confides in him about feeling like she missed her shot. toby tells her that she's never gonna 'miss her shot' ... especially w a girl as messy as nina...cuz evidently jeff did all that and still didnt miss HIS shot. LMFAO... but he'd encourage kate to get her shit together and just talk to nina about it. and for some reason nobody listens to tobys damn advice so kate just sits and waits.

ok this is just very straightforward. kate is constantly mulling over it and pissed and sad and bummed out. (oddly enough, tobys relieved to see her stressing over crushes instead of like.... being torn apart from the inside by a cryptic entity)

'it sounds like settling' down or givin' up, but it don't sound much like you, girl' OK i think this line works for kate AND nina.

toby would be saying something like this to kate. its kind of warped, cuz i think when kates in the chaser mode, she does not give up. she is persistent and she attacks with a goal. he's watched the chaser run to the brink of exhaustion, to the point where kate was bed ridden afterwards. SO WHY WOULD SHE GIVE UP ON SOMETHING AS SIMPLE AS A GIRL ?!?!?!

and in turn, kate would be thinking this towards nina. settling down doesnt seem like nina. giving up is also not like nina cuz she is also quite persistent until feelings fade... which frustrates kate cuz she gets stuck in this loop of 'even if she were to leave jeff, why would she settle for me? why would she stay with me? there's no point in getting deeper into this'

kate would eventually have to snap, as stories go. grabbing nina and confessing, going on about how fucking dumb nina is being. honestly, kate would probably accidentally choke out things she heard from EJ, clocky, and toby all scolding nina... which would either upset nina, or feel like a full circle moment where FINALLYYYYY all the shit that she's been told all this time has come together. and finally she can be like oh.... this is really embarrassing for me...... also oh my god wait

the idea of kate writing nina a letter. oh my god. wait. GUSY WAIT FUCK KATE WRITING NINA A LETTER WAIT FUCK FUCKKKKKKKKKKKK KATE WRITES HER A LETTER THATS CANON NOW IM SORRY IM SORRY IMSORRY

#ninakate #i love lesbians.. eugh...#asks

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idontknowreallywhy · 3 months

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for the fic writer asks <3

Hello!

10 - Cltr+f "blinks" on your WIP & copy paste the first sentence/paragraph that comes up

Typed it into Notes app on my phone where live most of my drafty bits - no “blinks” but I use the word “blinked” an excessive amount… basically every doc comes up 🤭😳 I mean the characters have gotta keep their eyes hydrated… right?

This is the most recent un-posted one:

She checked her seatbelt for the twentieth time and forced herself to breathe evenly. She was in a seat, not in a crate. This was safe. This was legal. Nobody was going to catch her. Nobody would die. She trusted the pilot with her life. It was an airfield it was supposed to smell of fuel. She was in a seat. With a belt. She was supposed to be here. It was… a plane. She… felt herself sliding uncontrollably in the darkness…

She jumped as a gentle touch to her arm dragged her back. She blinked the grey fog from the edges of her vision and tried to wrestle her heart rate into something resembling functional.

“Estera? You with me?”

Scott was twisted around in the pilot seat, that all too familiar crinkle of concern between his eyebrows. She swallowed and nodded furiously.

28 - On average, how much writing do you get done in a day?

String… length thereof… some days I’ll struggle to manage a sentence even though my head is full of scenes… others I get in a bit of a frenzy and write a few thousand words… then spend ages messing about with them so most won’t make the cut. If I’m in commute one-shot mode I guess between 500-1000 words?

41 - Do you tend to reread fics or are you a one-and-done kind of person?

I am an avid re-reader. If I need to relax/escape, rather than picking up something new I will more often will pick up a book I have already read and get embroiled all over again - I don’t find knowing the ending spoils it in the slightest. I still ride the same rollercoaster. The same goes for fanfics. Some days I just need one of the stories I already know will carry me away - there are a couple I could probably write out large chunks of if asked I’ve read them that many times… @gumnut-logic’s VT Green, @sweet-christabel’s Misconceptions, @womble1’s Hallmark Christmas and @lenle-g & @tsarinatorment’s Just a Bruise (which will forever be known to me as “the comfort rock” being some notable examples…

#ask game tag

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aerodaltonimperial · 7 months

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Ship of your choice. ‘ "I think... I'm in love with (Name)" || "Congrats on being the last one to find out” ‘

(💚🖤 sorry i'm in hyperfixation mode i gotta write 5 more fics to get to #1 for both of them)

7:29 PM sure, i'll text you after i'm back as long as i don't get fuckin jumped or some shit lol

"You better not," Jack grumbles to his phone in the other locker room.

"Are you talking to yourself again?" Hook asks, without looking up.

"Darby," Jack says, while typing out a quick reply of don't fuck up your back again, we're gonna have to buy stock in IcyHot. "He thinks he's gonna get jumped again. I should probably go back to the tunnels, make sure nothing happens."

"Uh huh," Hook replies, absently. He's scrolling through Instagram. "When's the last time you did that for me?"

"You don't need it," Jack points out.

Hook looks up, unimpressed, and rolls his eyes. "LFI literally fucking knocked me out last week. You didn't even notice."

"Okay, but Lucha is probably gonna go after Darby," Jack says. "I have to be there for that, y'know? And also I noticed!"

"You noticed when I texted you about it."

"No, I knew it before then."

Hook sighs. "I had to text you, literally, hey LFI just fucking punched me in the head, do you have any ibuprofen and you ignored me for an hour."

"That wasn't my fault, Christian was taunting Darby backstage. You know how obnoxious he is. I was busy."

"Nothing even happened. Christian didn't want to damage his Gucci turtleneck."

Jack shakes his head. "But something could have. Jeez, Hook."

The expression Hook levels him with is very, very unimpressed now. Jack stares back at him, a battle of wills, until finally he says, "Don't look at me like that."

"Jack."

"Whatever you're going to say, it's not a thing."

"I invited you to New York last week and you said, and I quote, 'haha I'm busy all week'."

"I was busy all week, I was in Atlan—"

"I tried to get you to come out to dinner with me and a remarkably good-looking group of single women, and you said, 'No, Hook, I don't feel like Thai food'."

"Okay, well I didn't."

"We were going for Mexican."

Jack groans. "I had other plans!"

"I know you did," Hook says, waving his phone. "I know, because you always have other plans. I try to get you to do a Starbucks run, and you'd rather have shitty gas station coffee en route to the local skate park. I asked you if you wanted to be super impulsive and go to London for a few days, and you told me you had to check with someone else first, and then, by the way, you never got back to me. I asked if you were going to Caleb the med staffer's wedding, and you told you that you already have a plus one, which wasn't even what I fucking asked."

"Hook, okay, so I've been maybe a little bit distant, but I'm not—"

"Jack," Hook says, with the sort of infinite patience that Jack knows he'll pay for later, "when is the last time you went on a date?"

Jack stares at him. Stares, and stares, and stares, and then says, "No."

"Yes," Hook replies, eyebrows hiked.

"That's not..."

Hook spreads his hands wide, his left hand still holding his phone.

"No, Hook, I'm not..." Jack trails off. Stops. His stomach drops low as his veins turn to ice. "Oh my god. Oh my god. I'm... oh my god, I think I'm in love with Darby."

"No shit," Hook snorts. "Congrats on being the last one to find out."

"Holy shit." Jack can't breathe. "Do you... do you think everyone knows?"

"Yes," Hook says.

Jack's vision blurs a little at the sides. "Do you think Darby knows?"

"Yes," Hook repeats.

"OH MY GOD," Jack says, quite reasonably and measured. "WHAT DO I DO."

"He's just waiting for you to make a move, dude," Hook says, and goes back to scrolling on his phone as though Jack's life has not just fundamentally imploded. "So... you should probably do that. Like, maybe immediately. Mostly so you can stop lying to yourself and being so annoying about it."

"WHAT," Jack replies, a picture of serenity.

"Just, like, I dunno, find a closet or something? Or the rafters? Somewhere where I don't have to see you shove your tongue down his throat. As a courtesy. To my delicate eyeballs."

He then ignores Jack's ten consecutive panic attacks, which, honestly, is really just the worst.

#tag so you don't lose this shit

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badchoicesworld · 9 months

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Ok this might be too niche, and if so I totally get it. Its a bit similar to the one about post top surgery (which I loved, by the way)

So I don't know if you've ever heard of transtape, but it's a type of binding. And boy it can be REALLY itchy. So I was wondering if you could write a noir fic where the reader and him are eating out somewhere, or even at home, and the reader is (trying to hide it but kind of hardcore failing) itching at the tape like they've got some sort of allergic reaction.

But noir is obviously concerned like "what's wrong are you having an allergic reaction???" And the reader is like "oh Nono it's nothing-". Either because they didn't tell noir they were trans yet, or simply because they don't want him to worry and flip out.

But then noir is like "absolutely not" and he goes into full "gotta save my partner" mode, because he thinks there's gotta be some sort of obscenely serious allergic reaction here, and he's doing a full medical examination while panicking. The reader finally tells him what's up when they see just how worried he is, and he's relieved but also still concerned. Cute hugs included please.

Thanks so much! I don't know if this completely ridiculous, but thank you!

noir finds out you wear trans tape

yknow, i love spider verse so dearly but if i ever became one it’s incredible how fast id become past tense, my arachnophobia could not live w the fact that i’d be part spider

established relationship

warnings: none, don’t think

pairing: spider-noir x transmasc!reader

requests: check out the masterlist !

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ever since you invited noir to your dimension, he’s been wanting to try out all of the new food places that he’s never heard of before

he mostly sees a sign that he really likes, something usually glowing and neon and immediately assumes the food has to be incredible

admittedly, a lot of the food is better in comparison to 30’s cuisine

it’s like a tradition for you guys to get takeout once a week, something like that, just to try out new foods and see if you can find anything you like

this is one of those instances, later in the week where you two decide to order some takeout and kick back in your place

you also happen to be three days deep into wearing trans tape, right around that mark where it starts to get irritating and itchy if not maintained properly

of course, you’ve done pretty well at keeping this little detail about yourself private, for your own reasons

that of course includes from your partner, peter parker/spider-noir

wether he knows you’re trans or not, he’s unaware that you bind with trans tape and if you were ever to explain that to him, he’d be fuckin clueless

trans tape ? the tape is trans ? what ?

so yeah i don’t blame you for keeping it a secret

anyway, you two are settling down with your food from this new joint that noirs had his eye on for a bit

it slaps, food slaps, food is amazing

and it’s a pure coincidence that your trans tape starts to really irritate you, the adhesive or maybe one of those annoying as fuck loose fibres that’s just barely grazing ur skin

at first you just try to discreetly readjust your body while trying not to spill food all over you, easy enough

but then the itch doesn’t go away .

try as you might, there’s no way of discreetly dealing with an itch . give it a scratch, lest it haunts you for the rest of your life

you again, try to do it as discreetly as possible

but after a while, even noirs oblivious ass will notice how thoroughly you’re trying to scratch at yourself

at first his head is completely empty, he’s just staring at you cluelessly until he thinks that it could have something to do with the new food you’re both eating

immediately voices this concern, doesn’t bother to beat around the bush if he thinks your health is at risk, straight up “what’s wrong? are you allergic?” with no context

now you’re both confused cause, no, you’re not ? but then ah, right, attempting to discreetly scratch an itch can look awkward

assuming your allergic is probably the smartest thing to do

insist you’re okay with no further explanation, and noir will just assume you’re attempting to downplay it

takes it into his own hands, sets his food aside without hesitation and does the same for you

starts a full scale investigation, he is a PI

starts to gently pull on your arms to get a better look at them, rolling your sleeves up if you’re wearing them

checking your temperature, getting up close to see if you’re breaking out in any sort of rash while asking plenty of questions, like a real detective

he doesn’t start to panic until he doesn’t find any of these symptoms at all, now he’s perplexed and worried

the whole time you can be trying to spew reassurances or excuses, but he’s not convinced until there evidence to suggest you’re NOT having an allergic reaction to the food

you’ll be here forever unless you spill what’s going on

so, in your time, you eventually will

you’ll reassure him once again that you’re fine and go on to explain to him what’s going on, that you’re binding and your trans tape is starting to irritate you

the concept of being trans is a little confusing to him, but the physical act of taping your chest down is a lot easier for him to understand since it’s a like, an action (does that make sense)

so while it might confuse him why you do it at first, especially if it’s gets irritating after a while, he can understand the actual action of doing it

in his head it’s like “oh. okay.” idk man it’s ur appearance he doesn’t have a say in that shit, he doesn’t wanna, he just acknowledged that this is a thing you do

but then he gets curious

he’ll ask about the details, why it irritates and if there’s things you can do to avoid it

explain to him that, yeah, it can suck to bind and there’s instances where it can be a risk, but you do it for the sake of your wellbeing

he’ll insist that you don’t have to bind around him if it makes you uncomfortable

in his head, if something bad has happened while you bind once, it could happen again

now he’s just kinda bummed that this is something you have to endure at all, just for the sake of your own comfort

he’ll probably hit you with a “Well. Do you have to?” a few times in one sitting, in the least insensitive way possible

he just doesn’t want you to be uncomfortable

seems counter productive to him, to do something that causes discomfort to BE comfortable

but he’s just having a hard time understanding the importance

still, he’s not feeling great about it now and wants to show you he’s there through plenty of TLC

grab ur takeout and pick a movie with some bright ass colours

he’s notably a little more delicate now around your chest, especially the sides

for future reference, he’s happy to help you tape up if you ever need the extra pair of hands

but you will have to teach him how to do it properly, if not, he’ll think ur supposed to go as tight as possible

also willing to help take it off, is for some reason the one wincing

he’s checking up on you constantly now

ESPECIALLY after he’s done his own research and learned about how dangerous binding can be if it’s not done right

he’s over dramatic, let him have his moment

he is the type to physically stop you from doing certain things you shouldn’t while binding- will give you one of those disapproving looks while he waits for you to do the right thing

he’ll hit you with a “what do you think you’re doing, mister?” and u just know it’s over

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bind safely freaks

#across the spiderverse #spider man: across the spider verse #headcanon #ask #imagine #oneshot #male reader #spider noir x y/n #spider noir x you #spider noir x reader #spider noir x male!reader #spider noir x transmasc!reader

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zhongyeet-me-to-the-moon · 2 years

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Omg Gorou in rut please!! Would really love to see u write it 😳

Ask and ye shall receive!

Pairing: Gorou x gn!reader (reader bottom tho so)

Type:bullets and story

Warnings: SMUT. Minors...kindly f off lol. Specific nsfw warnings under cut. Soft dom!top!Gorou, sub!bottom! Reader

No matter how many times I read over my work I will always miss typos/grammatical errors and I apologize

Specific nsfw warnings: , dry humping/clothed rubbing, needy Gorou is still needy top or bottom, eating out (reader recieving) teasing, slight exhibitionism but it's not the whole fic

Just like if he had heats, before you showed his ruts aren't as intense since he has no visual stimulation, he sees all his teammates as family.

When you first join though, he's all over you, even though he doesn't really realize it yet.

Longing looks, physically helping you adjust your stance or your bow work, his tail goes 100 mph when you thank him for the littlest thing. Looking for you to sit next to when eating, etc.

It's very obvious to everyone but him he has a thing for you.

He just likes being near you man, especially in the battlefield. He always tries to subtly find a way to be near you or your unit so he can come the second you're compromised, not that he doesn't trust your skills, just if they're is an incident he wants to be the first to help.

He's veryyy protective when you're injured, only let's the medic in and even then is watching them like a hawk when they need to touch you, slightly grimaces and tries not to growl when you twinge in pain.

Kokomi the only one woman enough to point out to gorou his actions (mainly cause everyone loves watching you tease him and him being too oblivious to get it.)

"You know, as long as it doesn't get in the way of the mission, dating isn't unallowed within the campus."

"O-Oh really? Was there anyone trying to get together? I do know that x and y were very close as of late, maybe I should pass that on to them."

G...gorou...hun..."

"Hm? Oh....oh"

Now he can't make eye contact with you, he's 20x more blushy when he does, any form of contact he immediately is apologizing for.

You gotta ask him out. That's all.

I think ruts are more frequent than heats, an every other month thing, unless they get physically get engaged with and they reciprocate.

Because of that it doesn't take long to need to have a conversation about it. He's still slightly embarrassed but its more of the general sex talk at the beginning of a relationship is always embarrassing. You just took it as he has a higher libido every other month and that it really wasn't a problem for you.

The war had finally ended. Everyone was in celebration mode, sending letters to family, having a party almost every night, making plans to leave, even for a little while for people who still want to stay in the army once the negotions are over. With all the happy morale of the army, and the busy planning of negotions with Kujou Sara, his didn't even realize it was "that time of the month". Once all the commotion died down and you two were left with cleaning duty, the. He noticed his thoughts towards you were more indecent than wholesome. And that with you having cleaning duty, it'd be at least a half an hour more till you could go back to your shared tent.

You were currently putting all the clean plates together to put back in the necessary tents storage. You offered to help clean everything up since you decided not to drink tonight, drinking multiple nights in a row was probably something you'd enjoy if you liked waking up with a hangover every morning. As you entered the tent, Gorou soon followed after.

"You need any help?"

"No I'm almost done, if you wanna go ahead to our tent thats ok." You didn't face him, currently trying to put the plates and utensils back on the necessary shelves. You didn't hear him leave though, instead after a pause you hear him shuffle closer to you and wrap his arms around your waist behind you. Gorou rested his head on your neck, snuggling closer to your shoulder. You just laugh at the rare pda and try to continue your work.

After a while though, and a need to walk back outside to grab the rest of the items, you started to notice that when you shuffled a bit back into him to turn left or right, his hips jerked a bit at the action, a whimper escaping his mouth that was so small you probably wouldn't have heard it if he wasn't so close to your ear. So to test your theory, you completely stopped. You picked up paperwork and started to check things off mindlessly to report that everything was being put back in place. After a minute or two Gorous whimpers became for frequent and heated, beginning to squirm a bit more against you till eventually you did notice the bulge pressing up against you.

"Gorou."

"Sorry."

You chuckled, putting down the paperwork and placing a hand in his hair, " You think you can wait 10 more minutes till we get back to the tent? " he whined, tightening his grip on you. So needy. You turn yourself around for your facing him now. "Its going to rain tonight Gorou. I need to put things back." The eyes he gave, sad and pleading, but he also knows as a general it wouldn't be right to go against procedures.

But fuck does he need you right now.

You sit him down on an empty box in the tent. "I have one more set of plates i need to put back. Then I'll be done." You kiss the side of his cheek, him leaning in and slightly tipping forward when you parted.

The tent the supplies were in didn't have a closing, just three walls and a roof. So Gorou watched as you squatted down to pick up the last box, placing a few stray items on top. He didn't realize he was palming himself from the outside.You didn't comment on it when you turned around, he still didn't notice he was doing it, just stared at you all love struck. You rolled your eyes and continued doing your work, a bit more frazzled now with the show your getting and silently thanking the archons no one was awake, or at the very least walking around at this hour. But it was fun shaking your hips more and siting more suggestively to give him a show, jumping a bit more clumsily when reaching for something so your ass and chest bounced a bit more than usual.

At some point his hand did go in his pants,tail twitching in discomfort of the clothes being in the way, some conscious part of him not completely wanting him to expose himself in public but still too deep in to stop himself. But since it was so quiet out. His soft pants and whines could still be heard in between the shuffling of plates and boxes. His hands weren't enough anymore, when you were finally done his eyes had compelletly glazed over, pumping fervently into himself and whiney voice slowly getting louder as he stopped caring about his surroundings. When you stood in front of him he couldn't stop his hand tugging you down into a kiss. It was sloppy, fervent, needy. Removing his other hand to the small of your back to get you as close him as possible. A gasp leaving him shaking with the first rub against you.

You leave the kiss, him trailing forward to continue it but you put your hand up to his lips. "Let's go to our tent love." Gorou didn't hesitate to try grab your hand and rush you back, you giggling in tow.

The second the tent closed behind you two he was grabbing your face again. The kiss more heated than before, tongue immediately slipping in and crashing into the cot below. Removing each others clothes in between, Gorou started kissing your necks,leaving marks in the process, small bites that left you moaning, squeezes to your chest to try and ground himself to the situation. He kept trailing lower and lower till eventually he's at your entrance. Leaving cute kisses before quickly sticking his tongue in, whining in complaint as the angle wasn't so good till eventually he flips you over himself. You gasp a bit at his forewardness but didn't deny him it, it felt too good anyways.

In between you can hear soft "so pretty." "So perfect." With how much he was drooling you were plenty ready, he just got so lost he didn't realize it till you were beginning to tighten due to cumming. "Ah! G-gorou." He was gonna keep going, bringing you to overstimulation in your aftermath if you didn't make a sound.

He slowly got up, eyes still hazy as you turned over, situating yourself in his lap. Kissing his chest, putting one cute nub in your lip while you rubbed the other, slowing moving your hips up and down against him. "My good boy." A yelp came out as you bit down on his nipple, his hands instinctively going to your shoulders but making no move to push you way, you could feel his dick twitch against you with each bite or compliment in between.

Eventually you raise yourself, situating your entrance right above gorou, his eyes glued on yours, so in love, so expectant. When you finally lowered to enter you, if you thought he was was letting loose before you were wrong.

You took the reigns for a bit, him too stimulated to jerk his hips in a solid rhythm, eventually he gets his barring though and you're immediately turned onto your stomache again. Like he was holding back this entire time his thrusts are ruff, he's leaning close enough you can hear small growls escape his lips in-between moans.

It doesn't take long for you both to get close again, Gorou was holding back for so long and you still coming down from your first it always seemed the first time was quick.

Gorou slowed, doing a few for deep,hard thrust.

"Y/n...ugh. im-"

"Me to love"

He thrusted a few more times, till eventually he leaned fully flush to your back, one arm wrapping around your waist to get you as close as possible, groaning loud In your ear as you both reach completion.

You both collapsed together,him pulling out but not getting off of your back. Both just gasping in the aftermath as he rested his head next to yours, taking in your sent, wiping the sweat soaked hair out of your eyes. He always tries to be soft after, and he is. But when he's like this it doesn't take much squirming from you underhim to start getting hard again, his still head more fervently leaning himself into your neck till there's no room left between but he's still pushing.

You laugh, turning over so you're on your back and he's resting his head on your chest, petting his head as he started biting your neck again.

It was going to be a long night.

#gorou x reader #gorou smut #genshin impact smut #genshin x reader

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bropunzeling · 4 days

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For writing game, “and they were roommates!” (Hard mode: something other than Zegras-Drysdale or USNTDP or juniors etc guys who definitely were or reasonably could’ve been roommates at some point!)

ok setting aside that i did write another matty beniers/shane wright PURELY on the strength of shane being like oh yeah we're roommates (god i cannot wait for next season. can we fast forward), now i gotta think about who would be good fodder. the OBVIOUS answer 2 me is brady and timmy because of them (plus josh norris) living in mark stone's house (and timmy paying none rent).

i think they are ripe for a fic where like, hmm. oh ok the brain is whirring. fic where while they never got up to anything while being roommates in mark stone's house, but timmy had a deeply enormous, you could see it from space crush on brady. but also there was no way he was going to spit that out any time soon (risk it all? absolutely not. he wants brady to just KNOW timmy wants him to kiss him on the mouth and also fuck him until he cries). and brady had a girlfriend! there was no point. timmy is gonna get over himself.

smash cut to like, 5 ish years later. they are older. hmmm Reasons to get them back into living together. timmy's condo requires major home repairs. brady's latest relationship has evaporated on him and he lives in a place too big for one person. it is easy peasy to be like, yeah, timmy, come stay here while your plumbing gets fixed.

the thing is, they are still equally annoying roommates as they were five years ago. brady leaves his clothes everywhere. timmy eats everything he can see in the fridge and doesn't buy groceries to replace it. brady plays his music too loud. timmy leaves his clothes everywhere. but also -- it's not horrible? it's honestly pretty nice. brady likes having someone to come home with, and timmy also likes it -- living by himself got pretty lonely -- and it's comforting, and honestly brady's music isn't that bad, and timmy is getting better about ordering groceries. and they spend a lot of nights sitting on the couch, timmy's toes digging into brady's thigh, talking about how maybe, maybe this season is the season they turn things around, maybe, maybe this season will be good, and brady's hand rests on timmy's ankle, and when he looks at timmy he looks so fucking fond, like he's glad timmy's there to hear all of his worries, and the thing is timmy's glad to be there to hear all of brady's worries, and timmy wonders if brady can feel how hard his heart is beating from the thumb he's resting by the nub of timmy's ankle, and --

so maybe timmy hasn't gotten over himself yet. but he still can't say anything. things are good. brady isn't into him. there is no point. he'll figure out how to be less in love with brady sometime soon.

won't he?

#ask meme

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rachi-roo · 1 year

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Hello!! Can i request some lee!Shinsou and ler!Dadzawa. Thank you!

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My Hero Academia: Throwing off the Writing Rhythm

Thank you so much anon!!!! Have a cookie 🍪! Lee Shinso isn't something I'd done before 🤔 So this was another test! It's a little shorter than my usual fics, but it's been a busy week and I hope you can forgive me! 🙏❤️

Summary: Shinso is far too consumed by catching up with the rest of 1A that he chooses to miss out on class movie night! Aizawa won't let this happen and steps in to get him out if his dorm.

Lee!Shinso Ler!Aizawa

Tw: None

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It had only been a couple of weeks since Shinso joined class 1A after a successful exam. He was happy to be there, it meant he was one step closer to becoming the kind of hero he wanted to be. All he had to do was study hard and keep working.

Even on movie night. Which was a weekly event for the students of class 1A, tonight was that night, Shinso however, wasn't planning on joining the others. He was staying at his desk in his dorm, quietly working on an essay, when there was a knock at the door.

"Hey, Shinso? It's Aizawa."

"Yeah." He called in response, not taking his tired eyes off his paper. He heard the door hinge click open, and Awizawas footsteps approaching until he was standing by his side.

"You not going to watch a movie with the others? Midoria said he invited you."

"Mhm. I declined. I don't have time for watching movies." The purple-haired boy deadpanned, flipping the pencil in his hand to use the rubber for a second.

Aizawa sighed, he understood that Shinso felt he needed to work extra hard to catch up with the others, but he is still just a boy, and growing youngsters need their downtime. With a hum, the teacher leaned over the students shoulder, reading the title of the essay.

"This one isn't due for another week, you can leave it for now and go hang out with the others." He suggested, hoping that would be enough to sway him.

"I can't, I'm in writing mode. If I stop now I'll lose the rhythm."

"The rhythm you say?" Aizawa smirked. "And, what if you do lose the rhythm?"

"Then I won't be able to write anymore this evening and it'll have to wait until tomorrow. I can't let that happen." He kept scribbling away, suddenly shrieking when he felt a finger dig into his side.

"Ah! Hey!" He turned to look at Aizawa, glaring with his tired eyes. "Don't do that!"

"Do what?" Aizawa raised a brow, smiling innocently.

"Tickle me! Uh-" Shinsos expression dropped when he realised the fate he had just sealed for himself. The feeling of dread rose in his chest as Aizawa cracked his knuckles, smiling with intent.

"Well. If you insist." Before Shinso could react, Aizawa started attacking his sides from behind, keeping the boy tabbed in his seat, unable to move the chair out and escape.

"Wahait! Hahaha! Y-You knohow thahats not Ihihi sa-IHIHAHA!" He leaned back in the chair, attempting to curl up on himself, his arms unable to reach Aizawas from the awkward angle they were in. "Noho! My pahahaper!"

"You wanted tickles, Shinso. This is all your doing. Wow, you're loud when you want to be huh?" Aizawa chuckled, moving his tickling fingers further up the boy's torso, digging into his ribs with killer precision. Tickling students into submission was something he had grown very skilled at.

"NONONO! Nohot thehehere! Ahahaha!" A flailing leg kneed the desk from below, bouncing the various textbooks and papers briefly, sending a pencil rolling onto the floor. "Gehehet off! Ah?!" He gasped, suddenly feeling a fabric wrap around his wrists and pull his arms back over his head.

"You're far too wriggly, bud. Gotta take some precautions." Aizawa smiled, petting the boys hair before going to town on his exposed underarms. The thin night shirt Shinso wore did absolutely nothing for defence.

"WAIT! Ahahaha! Noho! Hahaha! Stahap! Ahahahaaa-*hic* Pleheha-*hic* AIZAWAHAHA!" His laughter was filled with little breathy hiccups, much to Aizawas amusement.

He watched, casually continuing to tickle the poor boy silly as he wriggled in his seat. "That's a funny noise. Who would have thought someone as tough as you would have such a sweet laugh."

"Shudduhup! *hic* Ahaha!" He squeaked, his cheeks heating up to a soft pink glow as he tried to hide his face in his elbows.

"Looks to me like you've lost your writing rhythm. How about movie night then, huh?"

"Okahahay! Okay I'll goho! Mehercy!"

"Good answer." Aizawa smiled, releasing Shinso from his binds. The boy quickly bringing his arms down, shuddering and giggling still.

"Y-You buhully." He couldn't help but smile. He did love how kind Aizawa was. How he'd always find a way to cheer him up. Be it bringing him a warm drink, or just listening to him talk. Aizawa was there for him.

"Sorry, kid. I couldn't have you staying mopey like that." He chuckled, ruffling his hair fondly. "Now, get your butt downstairs. They haven't started yet, and I'm told they bought iced buns for the snacks tonight."

Shinsos eyes glistened slightly for a moment. Iced buns are good. "Okay... I'll head down now. And... Um..." He looked away, blushing slightly.

"Thanks."

"Any time, buddy."

#bnha #mha #shinso hitoshi #aizawa shōta #lee shinso #ler aizawa #sfw tickles #sfw tickling community #rachi roo #dadzawa

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cant-stop-running-to-you · 1 year

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Brother's react to Diamon

(Mammon x Diavolo)

(MC mentioned)

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Lucifer

Pardon? What is this?

Oh fanficion

Did Levi write this? No? Oh ok.

He find it disgusting and protective brother mode is activated- Don't ship his brother with his boss

Totally not because he likes Diavolo

He tries to forget but it's kinda hard when Asmo is running around trying to get Lord Diavolo and Mammon to fall in love and Mammon screaming about not liking him that way

He thinks it's a crack ship

They have no chemistry and when the romance is written it sounds so fake- (not salty)

He doesn't care for fanfiction

He believes that fanficion isn't true literature

If he wants to read romance he'll read a real book and not this nonsensical diamon

Not a shipper nor would he support it if became reality

MC would never ship this.....

Mammon

Only learned about it from Satan and he was like;

H-h-HUH!?!

HIM AND THE PRINCE?!

Yeah no he's not vibing

He likes MC and doesn't care if MC doesn't exist in that fanficion

He will find a way for MC to exist

He actually gets really awkward around Diavolo when alone

Is it just him or is Asmo always locking them in a room together? Asmo. Asmo!

Doesn't like how Asmo is trying to be the pink baby with the arrow

Asmo trips him and makes him fall on to THE PRINCE! DON'T DO THAT!! ASMOOO!

NOT THAT HE THINKS HE'LL FALL FOR THAT PRINCE PFFT-

He just can't see it happening- he likes MC and Diavolo likes Lucifer

Never read a fanficion by himself (only the first one Satan showed him) because he was traumatized

A note from Mammon:

"Stop writin' that stuff! Ya make meh so OOC because it's outa char'eter for me to like anyone but MC!!'"

Doesn't find it the best at all

He has nightmares about it

Levi

LOLOLOLOLOLOL

MAMMON, THE SCUMBAG AND DIAVOLO THE PRINCE?!?

LMAOOOOOO

What kind of crappy trope is this!? LOLOL

He find it hilariously bad

First off- there is no way in hell that Diavolo could love Mammon who could

Second when have Mammon and Diavolo ever have a conversation one on one?

Third- Isn't Diavolo in love with Lucifer all ready?!? LOLOLOL

If anything it would just be a one sided crush on Mammon's half

He thinks the shippers are stupid and delusional

Like whaaaatttt???? Who thought of this ship? This could never happen!

After reading some fanfiction he thinks still has the same thoughts,

He's a Dialuci shipper because CANON EVIDENCE shows that the prince is in love with Lucifer

Now to go back to writing Dialuci fanficion

"LOLOLOLOLOL"

Satan

More angst

He wants more angst but not on the couple themselves.. but on Lucifer

He wants Lucifer to be in love with Diavolo but it being one-sided because lord Diavolo is in love with his little brother

He wants Lucifer to cry over it and one night having drunk a lot of demonous

So he can have a break down in front of everyone because he was still deeply in love with Diavolo

Because it would be so funny to have that happen

Just imagine himself there with his phone out while Lucifer cried about it

Just thinking about it makes him makes him so ugh!

He does (if he is going to use levi/online terms) ship it but only because of the angst it would bring Lucifer

He also finds it pretty interesting- there is no way it could happen in real life but it's good on paper

He feels like the writers lessen Mammon's tsundere demeator but you gotta do what you gotta do

He showed Mammon a fanfic and laughed when he saw the disgusted and traumatized look on his face

He just goes back to reading other books and eventually forgets about it and thinks about his next scheme against Lucifer

Asmo

The best thing made in creation (other than himself)

It was a fic he was recommend by a fan of his while he was live on devilgram

He thought it was a crack fic and laughed once it took itself so seriously

He does question why someone would make a fic of Mammon when they could be using their time wisely writing about him instead

But he did read it and fell in love ironically

Yass Diamon slayyy

He'd ask Mammon if he could make it real for him and his fans but was disappointed once Mammon denied

He'd then go to the Prince himself and read Diamon fics with him

Again asking Diavolo the same but was again disappointed once he denied

Tries to play cupid by puttting alone in a room or tripping Mammon so he falls into Diavolo's arms

He's thinking it's working!!

Or Mammon's just angry and annoyed

Oh well

Amazing- he ships it (but you better write more about him even if it means writing him with Diavolo- HE WANTS BE WRITTEN MORE)

Beel

Why are people writing about Mammon being in love with the Prince?

Why are people in general writing about them?

Is it because people like them?

...!

Oh he just remembered that humans in the human world write fanfiction about real people all the time... such as Donald Trump x Joe Biden who were presidents of the United States or how people write about how it would be like to date Harry Styles who is a singer or having fights/break up with BTS members (he has no idea who these people are but humans seem to like writing these kinda stuff)

He only knows this information because one day Levi fell down a 'crack rabbit hole' where he read crappy fanficion that humans make on 'tumblr' and 'Wattpad' (whatever those are) of real people and Levi would share what he read to them- it would earn a laugh from everyone (Lucifer included)

Is that what these writers are doing with them?

Oh sorry he got off topic

He doesn't care much because it's fiction- it's cute he guesses

If it were real tho he'd support Mammon with whoever he was with whether it be MC, Diavolo or anyone

He'd feel bad for Lucifer tho

Belphie

He doesn't care about the ship at all!

Stop bugging him about this kinda shit

He read one fic about it and had a little laugh about it

The ship can't happen in real life but if it were to happen he'd support mainly he's to lazy to go against it.

Confused on why people ship it tho

Is it because there are two stupid childish men?

Meh he doesn't care what ever the reason is

He just wants sleep leave him alone

He can't sleep because he hears Asmo trying to play match maker....

....

...

He hates the ship now

It rid him of sleep

It's war now

No mercy to diamon

no mercy

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This is crack! And fyi I appreciate Diamon! also not proofread!

This is a first post moment for the obey me fandom and I had it mention Donald Trump and Joe Biden.... what am I doing with my life

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tastybluesprite · 1 year

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(I'm sorry I literally live in your notifications, Sprite) You totally don't have to write for this because it's a clusterf*ck, but I just want to present to you a very basic idea that I cannot stop thinking about: I think it's widely accepted in the fandom that Donnie's thighs are ticklish. And for the whole episode "Stuck On You," he's one of the legs when they're all stuck together. I'm just saying, there's gotta be something there.

(also have a good night!)

Donnie’s password

This was particularly fun to write lmao. I did use the original scene for most of the fic, accept at the end 😏

(also I’ll forever be mad that this isn’t how it played out instead. Literally perfect tickle scene moment….)

Warnings: None besides tickling so if that’s not for you keep scrolling :)

Summery: Donnie won’t tell them his password. Raph knows the perfect way to make him talk.

“My body!! My perfect body!!” Leo yelled in anguish as the four brothers attempted to get up from the floor as the cluster they were in the giant single turtle ball.

They all slumped back to the ground with a loud thump and groan.

“Why do you do this Raph?” Mikey asked with annoyance.

“Yknow, even for you this feels like a poorly thought through idea.” Donnie interjected frustratedly.

Leo cried out hopelessly as he looked in the near by mirror. “Is this what it feels like to have a dad bod?” (To which Donnie rolled his eyes at)

Raph was finally able to hoist himself to get them all up from the floor. “Calm down. This is gonna be awesome! Being stuck together is gonna force us to work together! As a team!” He said encouragingly as he fist bumped Leo’s shoulder next to him.

“This is a team building exercise?” Leo asked with annoyance.

“How are we gonna get unglued?!” Donnie interjected again.

“Relax, I’m sure you have a formula to get us unstuck Donnie.” Raph reasoned.

“Actually I do NOT have a formula. My FAB spray is still in beta.” He said deadpannedly.

“Fab?” Leo wondered.

“F.A.B. Foam Agent Bonding, it’s state of the art, could change…”

“Not this again.” Leo muttered with a scoff as Donnie rambled on about his FAB spray.

“You see Raph,” Leo explained, “usually when Donnie’s in speech mode, I can just run away. But now? I’m stuck!!!” Leo said with a sob.

Just then Donnie’s computer beeped with an alert. ‘Donnie detection. A crime is in progress.’

“Yes!” Raph pumped his only useable fist enthusiastically , “a mission! It’s go time!”

They all struggled to crawl their way to the computer with much yelling and wobbling.

“Stop!!!” Raph yelled in the midst of it all. “We need to work as a team to get to Donnie’s computer.

It took some of Raph instructing but finally he managed to get Donnie and Mikey’s legs to lift the whole turtle ball up. They all then managed to get to the computer with some wobbling and yells.

When Raph clicked the computer button, a password screen appeared. Seeing this, Donnie cried out nervously. He should’ve known something like this would happened.

“Donnie, what’s your password?” Raph asked with a smirk.

“I am.. n-not telling you that, just let me enter it…” Donnie pleaded, now started to sweat a bit.

“How?” Leo said annoyedly. “You don’t have any hands!”

“Try… I love my family.” Mikey suggested with a mischievous grin.

Raph typed it in but it came up incorrect.

“Try… I love my brothers.” Mikey suggested again.

Again, it came up incorrect.

“Stop!!! It’s not that!!” Donnie protested.

“Then what is it Don?” Leo asked.

“Yeah Donnie,” Raph said, “you have to tell us.”

“O-or what! I don’t have to tell you guys anything!”

“Oh I know what will make you talk…” Raph said with a smirk.

Before Donnie could say anything, he felt Raphs hand squeeze his lower thigh, right above his knee. Donnie yelped and began giggling uncontrollably.

“W-whahahaihit!!! Yohohu cahahant dohoho thahahat!”

“Why not?” Raph asked in fake innocence. “You won’t tell us the password so I’ll just have to do this until you do.”

Donnie kicked at his only free limb, that being his leg, to try and dislodge Raphs hand, but it was inescapable, and hard to fight with all his other limbs stuck. He was, in simpler terms, trapped.

“Raph you should go higher up, that’ll get him.” Leo smirked.

“N-nohoho!!! No Rahahahaph dohont yohohou DAGAHAHAHA NOHOHO!!!” Donnie was lost in cackles. He knew his thighs weren’t as sensitive as his armpits or soft shell, but this still tickled way more than he expected it to. Soon the sensations became a bit too intense to bare and he gave up. Why did he have to be this ticklish?

“FIHIHIHINE!!! FIHINE IHIHLL TEHEHELL YOHOHOU!!!” Donnie shouted In surrender.

Raph smirked again and let his leg go. “Well?”

“It’s…” Donnie sighed, “It’s Bootyyyshaker9000… capital B and three y’s in Bootyyy…” he muttered with embarrassment.

The other three brothers giggled at this. “What! You know I love to dance… I’m not gonna apologize for that…”

Raph then began putting it into the computer, which finally allowed them access.

With dread he knew none of them (especially Leo) would ever let him live this down.

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