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I’d imagine reader was drop dead gorgeous and super pretty (and still is) in her days like 13-21. How would the sprouts and izuku react to seeing pictures of videos of her younger self and hearing about the many admirers she had throughout school and college?
(Sorry for answering late Anon)
I think they would be surprised! I mean not surprised, I mean come one, we do be gorgeous, but they'd be like "HAAA?!"
You walked into the sitting room to see your older sprouts crowded on the couches in front of the TV watching a slide show. Your eyebrows furrowed as you saw your husband standing behind the main couch with his hands in his sweatpants. "What are you boys doing?" You asked with a tilt of your head.
Toshinori glanced back at you and smiled. "Hey mom."
Kane looked back at you from where he sat on the arm of the couch. "We're looking at some of Uncle Izuku's old photos." He informed you, motioning to the screen.
Toshinori pressed a button and there on the screen was your husband, with an awkward smile in a gakuran. He looked no older than thirteen or fourteen years old with wild green hair and a nervous rather scrawny demeanour.
"Aww." You said as you looked up at your husband who had pink blush on his face. it had been a while since you saw your husband blush like that "Izuku, you looked so-"
"Dad looks like a he was a nerd and heavily into anime." Asahi let out bluntly as he adjusted his glasses with a judgemental look on his face.
Izuku looked at him offended. "Ouch." He let out honestly.
"Nah, he looks like he got no girls." Toshinori stated as he leaned back into the couch, making Kane snort.
"I didn't." Izuku answered bluntly with a plain expression. "Middle school was..." He scratched the back of his head as he hesitated. He sighed. "A horrible time in my life. I didn't have any friends."
"You looked sickly." Hero pointed out without warning. "I think you spent too much time inside, dad. You should have gotten off your laptop."
Toshinori pressed a button to another photo of Izuku in middle school, a bandage on his cheek as he gave a trying smile as he sat in front of a birthday cake. "He was too busy fanboying over Grandpa All Might to have spent it in the sun."
Izuku's blush on his face made you giggle as you wrapped your arms around his and hugged his arm closer. Izuku chuckled nervously as he looked to the side. "That is only half true." He said trying to defend himself weakly. "I didn't have friends because I was quirkless."
You knew that Izuku didn't like talking about his childhood, specifically when he was in middle school. You knew that some of your husband's scars were not from villain attacks, that some of the scars on his arms were from a greater villain that he faced and that was his own mind.
You lifted up his hand closer to your face. You placed a kiss over a scar by his wrist. He turned to look down at you, surprised. You held his hand close to you. "I would have loved to be your friend, honey." You told him honestly. His face eased as he looked down at you. He moved to cup your face as he placed a kiss on your forehead, appreciative of your comment.
"You didn't have friends, dad?" Toshinori asked shocked. "I was quirkless till the age of twelve and I had a ton of friends." He let out surprised. "Maybe you offended someone."
"You clearly have never been bullied, Toshi." Asahi let out rather deadpanned, not a particular emotion on his face. He then turned to look at his father for a brief moment before looking back at the screen. He didn't have to say anything but Izuku understood, putting on a small smile at the silent solidarity.
Toshinori raised an eyebrow not getting it. Kane rolled his eyes before pressing the button on the remote for Toshinori, going to the next photo. It was a photo of a blond boy with a smug grin on his face with a birthday hat on his head as he held the phone grinning at the selfie but underneath his hold was Izuku with frosting on his face.
Toshinori's eyebrows furrowed as he leaned closer. "Is that uncle-"
"NEXT!" Kane pressed the button and the image changed to one where Izuku was in high school now, in his UA uniform, more muscular but still short but with a happy look on his face. The small chubby tie around his neck was a vibrant red.
"Hey! Dad's tie is just like mine!" Toshinori pointed out with a bright smile.
You sighed as you shook your head. "Midoriya boys and their inability to tie a tie properly."
"Aunty Y/N." You turned to look down at Kane. He looked up at you with crimson eyes that always looked right at you. "Do you still have any photos of when you were younger?"
You nodded your head. "Yah. They're all on my cloud."
"Can we see them mom!" Hero asked excitedly from where he sat on the floor, a bright look on his face. The ten year old had his legs hanging off the side arm of the chair. "I don't think I've ever seen a young picture of mom. She's always just been mom."
You chuckled as you took the laptop from Toshinori and started signing into your cloud storage.
"Come to think of it..." Izuku started as he furrowed his eyebrows, before looking at you. "Honey, I haven't seen many photos of you either."
You shrugged as you went to a folder of you when you were in high school. "You never asked." You answered simply. Not offended in the slightest.
You tapped on the first photo of you in your third year of high school. There you stood with an old friend of yours, an arm over her shoulder as you stood together in a dark blue uniform with thigh highs, a skirt and a big school sweater on.
"Whoa." Kane let out unconciously.
Toshinori nearly had whiplash as he looked back at you before looking at the screen and then back at you again. "Mom! Mama! What is this!?" He motioned to the screen.
You raised an eyebrow confused, not understanding the problem. "Hm?"
"Wow mom!" Hero let out with a smile. "You were so pretty!"
You looked at him with a sweet smile. "Thank you baby." You told him.
"Yah, honey you looked cool." Izuku let out in surprise. He let out a chuckle as he scratched the back of his head. "Thank God I met you when I was successful, I wouldn't have been able to get you in high school."
You giggled. "Izuku, I doubt that."
You allowed Toshinori to click next. It was you as a young adult, holding a microphone as you stood in a fitted jumpsuit. Your eyebrows raised having forgotten about that one time you hosted an event.
"Huh, i wonder where that jumpsuit is." You let out softly.
"THIS IS HOW YOU LOOKED LIKE AS A TEENAGER?!" Toshinori let out shocked as he motioned to the screen.
"What? no! I was twenty then. Still in university and I was working on getting experience as an MC." You explained to him.
"I see where I get my good looks from." Asahi stated with a nod of his head.
The next picture was you in university again but you were in an oversized varisty jacket, standing next to a large tanned basketball player who had the biggest smug look on his face. His hair was dark blue and so was his eyes. He held you by the waist as you had your hands on his chest.
You eased at the sight of your old boyfriend. "Oh Daiki..."
Kane turned to you with wide eyes, but your eldest son spoke for him just as shocked. "Your ex boyfriend was Aomine Daiki!" He asked in shock.
"Who's he?" Asahi asked.
"WHO'S HE?" Hero let out offended with his older brother. "He was the star ace basketball player of Japan for 20 years! And he plays in the NBA!" He stated as if it was common knowlegde.
You shrugged. "He was such a tsundere. Such a lazy man but he was sweet."
Toshinori pressed the next photo. "Is that- HOW MANY BOYFRIENDS DID YOU HAVE?!" He asked shocked.
"Only three." You said simply. "Daiki, Katsuki and your father. Although there were quite a few people who liked me. That was a mess all together." You sighed, almost tired just thinking about it.
Izuku looked at you, thinking about how close he could have come to losing you all together.
"Kane, why are your ears red?" Toshinori asked his blond best friend as Kane looked anywhere but the screen as his ears were blood red.
On the screen it was you in a rather revealing dress when you had just started out at the hero commission doing presenting. You were in a silver sparkly dress and dressed to catch the eye of any hero.
Toshinori paused before putting two and two together. He opened his mouth to speak. "Dude-"
"I'm leaving."
"THAT'S MY MOM!" Toshinori shouted as he ran after his best friend who went upstairs.
"THAT'S WHY I'M LEAVING!"
You looked to Izuku confused. "What's wrong with him?"
-Glitch1d
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Hi!! I love love love your writing! Especially your 141!Reader series <3 I don't know if you take requests, but your last post about Simon and baby Joseph made me so angsty and I would love to read more angst from you. Could you please write about Simon thinking 141!Reader was KIA on a mission? Thank you!!!
Anon....who....who hurt you????
I’m kidding 😆 mostly 👀
But for real, this one HURT. Like. OUCH. This man has been through so fucking much…but let’s put him through a bit more 😈😈😈 also, I did very much hurt my own feelings with this one. So I’m thinking we might need a part two reunion because I don’t know if I can leave our Ghosty boy in shambles like this
Drip. Drip. Drip.
The rain patters against the window in a steady rhythm.
Simon watches the fat raindrops roll down the small window pane, one foot anxiously tapping against the concrete floor. He didn’t know why he was called to Price’s office, but there was an ominous charge to the air. Call it a premonition, or maybe an instinct, but he knew in his bones that something was wrong.
The click of the door handle pulls Simon from his thoughts as Price enters the office, a heavy silence filling the air.
“What’s happened?” Simon's voice has a hard edge to it, cutting straight through the bullshit. Watchful eyes appraise every detail of Price’s body language, and Simon notes the deep sunken look of his captain’s eyes accentuated by a somber expression.
Price avoids Simon's gaze, staring down at the oak desktop before him as he takes a seat. The captain wasn’t one to mince words or beat around the bush, but even he was having a hard time wrapping his mind around the situation despite his many years in the service.
Simon's heart hammers in his chest, every second in the unknown feeling like an eternity. This isn’t right, he thinks to himself.
Price steels himself with a deep inhale, pulling his gaze from the desk to face Simon head on, looking past the mask, speaking to the man he knew laid beneath.
“I wanted you to hear this from me, son. You…deserve to hear this from me.”
Simon stops breathing.
With practiced determination, Price continues his speech, having rehearsed the words in his head the entire walk down to his office.
“Reconnaissance mission, Operation Blackout, suffered multiple casualties after a long-range detonation by enemy action. There’s been no contact with the team, and rescue attempts were unsuccessful due to the extensive damage caused by the explosion. All team members are presumed KIA. The official course of action…”
The rest of Price’s speech is drowned out by the dull roar in Simon’s ears; his blood runs cold, his rigid body barely breathing.
This can’t be happening. Not again. Never again.
Simon's thoughts grip him by the heart, squeezing painfully.
I can’t do this again.
He had already lost everyone once. Had built impenetrable walls, designed to protect him from this type of pain.
But you. You and your goddamn charm, and your soft smiles, and your relentless fucking attitude. You broke down those walls brick by brick, made Ghost–no, made Simon– feel more like a man than he had in years. You slipped past his ironclad defenses and took his heart without him even realizing it.
And just when he had finally opened up, just when he had finally convinced himself that maybe he could be happy–that you could be happy together. It all came crashing down.
In the distance, Ghost could hear shouting. A chorus of denials piercing the air, heavy ragged breaths filling the silence between.
A heavy hand fell on Ghost's shoulder and he found himself back in his body, looking up at Price, voice raw.
With a stark realization, Ghost realizes it was him. He was the one shouting, the one gasping for breath.
The world tilted out from under him.
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Ghost left Price’s office a different man–a mere shell of the man who entered. With every step he took, he felt himself slipping further and further into the familiar safety of Ghost, an unpierceable facade moving through the world.
Everything felt wrong. Every step. Every breath. He felt like he was moving underwater, every action taking twice the effort it should.
The next few hours pass in a blur. The official order that he was being sent on leave. The ensuing argument with Price over the orders. He eventually just gave up. Leave, no leave, it didn’t fucking matter.
None of it fucking matters.
Johnny tries to see him before he leaves, meeting Simon on the tarmac. He tries to be there for his lieutenant, his friend.
The red rim around Johnny’s eyes reminds Simon that he wasn’t the only one who had lost you. They had all lost you. But even that which should have been a comfort, a sort of kinship in the grief, meant nothing. Simon didn’t give a singular fuck. He turned away from Johnny mid-speech, leaving the Scotsman to sit in his grief alone as he watched Ghost disappear into the aircraft.
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It takes every ounce of strength Ghost has to make it through the flight. To make it through the drive back home. To make it through that door.
Keep it together, soldier. Don’t you dare fucking lose it, Simon Riley. Just a bit longer.
His belongings crash to the floor as the door slams shut behind him. He doesn’t even bother turning on the light, instead using the faint glow of the moonlight through the curtains to guide him to the cabinet.
Ghost pulls the bottle of bourbon from its resting spot, not even bothering with a glass as he pulls off the corked top and takes a hearty swig.
The burn of the liquid is invigorating, filling Ghost with a quiet simmering fire.
He takes another drink. And another.
He walks through the flat in a daze, the amber liquid dulling his senses, sending him even deeper into the haze of his grief.
Ghost finds himself in front of his dresser, staring at the wooden drawers.
Taking another drink, he steels himself as he yanks open the top drawer. Rummaging beneath the pile of socks and t-shirts, Ghost digs out the small velvet box. He grips it tight in his hand, the small object groaning in protest as waves of rage and pain overtake Ghost, threatening to pull him under. Hot tears slide down his face, but he doesn’t even notice.
With a roar he throws the velvet box across the room, the impact fracturing the drywall. Ghost’s knees go out from under him and he crashes to the floor, his heart shattering into a thousand pieces. There would be no repairing this. No amount of time could heal this type of heartbreak.
You were dead.
And as far as Ghost was concerned, Simon Riley died with you.
#y'all I'm so sorry this one HURT#simon riley#simon ghost riley#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley x you#ghost x reader#ghost x you#simon riley imagine#simon “ghost” riley x reader#ghost call of duty#ghost cod#cod ghost#ghost riley
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141 x fem short and stocky reader who actually kinda hurts them in playfights on accident
Ow! - 141
Pairing: 141 x Short & Stocky!Fem Reader 18+
Warnings: Hurt/Comfort,Slight suggestiveness?
John Price:
Now when he started dating you, he knew you were strong. You went to the gym, took many different wrestling classes and just a whole bunch of other stuff.
But he was never too worried, you were short and he was tall plus he was in the military so he never cared when you play-fought him because he knew you had no intention to actually hurt him.
Usually he’d just pick you up and toss you onto any soft surface near him,a couch,a bed,etc.
But this time was different…
You accidentally hit him a little too hard, and you definitely left a mark.
“Ow!” He dropped you on the couch after you hit his spine way too hard, “Oh my god babe! I’m so sorry oh my god-”
He winced a little but then reassured you it was okay, he then forced you to baby him as he whined and moaned about his bruise all so you’d run your fingers through his hair and kiss him “better”
John 'Soap' Mactavish:
He had 0 clue just how strong you actually were.
Don’t get him wrong though! He came to the gym with you and watched you workout and he knew you were hella strong but he wasn’t quite sure how strong you actually were.
You and him play fought a bit but never too much, but when you got a good hit on him? Jesus.
“Aye!” He backed up a little as you hit his stomach a little too hard, but the thing was he wasn’t exactly upset or anything…
“Oh god baby! I’m so sorry! Here let me see-” “That was hot.” He looked at you half lidded and smiling as you lifted his shirt to see the bruise, you scoffed and rolled your eyes.
You got him some ice and he was perfectly fine, just admiring you.
Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick:
He knew how strong you were no doubt, he knew what he was getting into as he play fought with you.
He watched you at the gym, he even let you box him sometimes (He would never ever hit back.)
So when you unintentionally hurt him it wasn’t a shocker, it’s happened before a couple of times so he wasn’t too worried.
“..Ouch?” He kind of said nonchalantly as you hit him in his side a little harder than usual. You freaked out a little and got him some ice.
“Babe I’m fine really-” “No no I insist!” He eventually took the ice and placed a small kiss on your forehead and pulled you into a bear hug.
Simon 'Ghost' Riley:
Knows how strong you are, but he fucks with you alot because he doesn’t think you can actually hurt him.
He goes to the gym with you and is even your sparring partner, but you never necessarily hurt him or do any damage.
But when you did, he was shocked…Maybe even terrified.
“Shit!” He kinda whined as you hit him in the ribcage a little, no no way too hard.
“Oh fuck! I'm so sorry, Si!” He looked at you and his eyes softened but he was also impressed, he’s a large man and your a tiny girl…But he never fucked with you after that day that ribcage injury was no joke.
You babied him for 4 hours after it, he fake sobbed too.
IM SO SORRY FOR BEING MISSING LMAOOO I'm back on my bs, send anons/requests <3.
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MY GOD YOUR GETO X READER X GOJI FICS SCRATCH AN ITCH IN MY BRAIN AND THE SHOKO CRUSH ADDITION?!?!? ABSOLUTELY DIVINE I TELL YOU!!!! Part 3 had me hurting ngl like ouch man but it inspired some angst *rubs hands evilly* what if one day after a tough mission reader is just feeling super down and tired and weak and is abt to cry and runs into Gojo and Geto who (not knowing any better) start teasing her abt her abilities and cursed technique etc not knowing her mental state and she just snaps and starts crying and yelling at them abt if all they think of her is a joke then they should just leave her alone instead of messing around with her feelings and runs off. Shoko is the one to find her and comforts her while Gojo and Geto are left gobsmacked and stricken with guilt. I’ll let you imagine how they realize what idiots they are and try to fix their huge screwup. Also I’m so glad you’re writing for Geto x reader x Gojo there’s hardly any fics on here with that pairing and not smut (not that I don’t love that too but I want PAIN and DRAMA and SHENANIGANS) and your fics give me just that so ty
anon i’m going to cry i finally got another ask. i thought ppl hated me bro. ur so cute for such a detailed and compliment filled ask, anon
i write 2 gs x reader bcs it never feels right knowing that they are without each other. i need them to be happy 😭😭
anyways, eat up
dread creeps around the corner (gojo x reader x geto, shoko x reader)
warnings: angst to fluff, y’all making me consider quitting smut writing to become a full time PG writer cause these are way more fun
You think the weariness of life is catching up to you.
Your body felt heavy, your feet dragging as your back was hunched over. Your staff strapped to your back as your eyesight started to blur.
Your backpack seems even heavier today too. You were sure you packed light.
Another mission, another near-miss. How many times would you be able to just make it out with your life? How many times until your luck finally ran out?
Why weren’t you improving? Why weren’t your techniques breaking past their limit quicker? What are you doing wrong?
Why are you so weak?
Perhaps you just aren’t cut out for savi- No.
You shake your head, trying to rid yourself of those thoughts as you sense the familiar energy begin to surround you.
“Little Miss Barrierrrrrr!” An arm latched itself onto your shoulders as weight suddenly pressed itself down onto you, the sudden pressure causing you to stumble backwards, only for the arm to support you and keep you upright on your feet.
“How was your mission?” Gojo’s loud voice rang throughout your ears, it’s sheer volume grating and painful. His hand going round to the strap of your backpack, tugging it off of you and onto his own shoulder.
The other presence flanked your side, before you felt the weight of your staff disappear from your back, leaving you empty handed as the two sorcerers smiled down at you.
You took a breath in.
“It… It was-“ Horrible. Tragic. You survived by the skin of your teeth once again. You struggled to find the strength to describe it in more detail.
“Fine.”
Gojo grins as you felt Geto’s hand pat your head.
“Sounds like code for, ‘You struggled!’” He laughs, patting your back. “My Six Eyes tell me your cursed energy barely improved after that mission too. Should I ask Yaga to assign you harder ones? Maybe with us?”
Your body stills. It… Barely improved? You gave that mission your best shot.
You heard Suguru laugh as he smacked Satoru’s arm, ridding his arm off your shoulder as he replaced it with his own.
“It’s alright,” Suguru began. “Don’t listen to him. Improving takes time anyway.”
Takes… Time? How hypocritical does he have to be to tell you that? He, along with the gifted Gojo Satoru, had immense cursed energy from the beginning. Their talent innate, their improvement expedited with little to no training.
Self-sufficient, talented, never having to try too hard to far surpass the standards of average. Exceptional. Things that you never were, never will be.
Frustration had built up, your emotions starting to light aflame. With desperation, with aggravation. Why did it always feel like they looked down upon you?
“Helloooo? Earth to Miss Protection? Ya there?” Gojo waved his hand in front of your face.
Seeing no response, he reached a hand out to caress your cheek.
“Gosh, if you’re going to be so distracted, I might just ki-“
You slap his hand away before he could touch you. Eyes alight with anger, you looked straight at him, throwing Geto’s arm off your shoulders.
“If you think I’m so weak, then just leave me alone!”
The air grew tense. Your tears were beginning to well up.
“I- I know I’m weak, okay?! You don’t have to rub it in all the time! B-but I’ve tried! I’ve tried too hard for you to tell me that I’m not doing enough!” The dam broke, your cheeks streaked with your tears as your stutters caused you to grow embarrassed.
Why can’t you even express your anger more courageously?
You turned tailed and ran away. Your sobs making themselves more apparent the more you ran, the more your legs burned.
You were such an embarrassment.
Settling by a creek, your legs bundled up to your chest as you cried into your knees. You don’t know how long you’ve been here crying your stress out. Your eyes were puffy, stress not leaving your body as you sat still, listening to the gentle pitter patter of the rain beginning to fall upon you.
Can the day really not get any worse?
You wanted to laugh at yourself as you felt the rain begin to drench your uniform. It was your last clean one. You need to do the laundry again soon.
As the rain poured down on you, it suddenly stopped. A shadow had overcome your figure, providing you shelter.
Cigarette smoke and a hint of a citrusy fragrance.
Shoko.
“I thought I’d find you here.”
You stay silent. You didn’t expect to be found. Nor did you even feel like talking right now. You bury your face deeper into your folded arms, trying to hide. You don’t want to be seen as weak by Shoko.
It stays that way for a moment. Silent, besides the gentle patter of the rain.
“It’s not,” She began. “It’s not weak to cry when you’re sad. Not in front of me.” Assurance. She was comforting you.
You felt her settle next to you, getting her skirt wet.
She gently adjusted your head to rest on her shoulder.
“Cry all you want. I’ll be here.”
And you did. Sobbing, fingers digging into her uniform as your tears and snot mixed into her clothing.
You didn’t notice her other shoulder getting wet with rain as she held the umbrella up over the both of you.
——
You were holding her arm with both of your own as she walked you back to the dorms.
You were ready to take a shower, collapse onto your bed and cry even more. Too much stress has built up.
What you didn’t expect was to see the duo settled on your carpeted floor.
They scrambled up to their feet almost instantaneously.
You sniffled, your eyes red and weary as you held Shoko’s arm tighter.
Geto spoke first, a hand of his outstretched to touch you before he willed it back to his side. “I- We’re very sorry. It wasn’t our intention to hurt you.”
He never wanted to make you feel inferior.
Gojo’s eyes were downcast, sight seemingly stuck to the floor before he raised his gaze to be directly looking at you.
“You’re not weak. You just need more training.”
Geto elbowed his side as you heard Shoko sighed exasperatedly beside you.
“Ow!” The white haired sorcerer exclaimed. “Oh, and uh, I- I’m sorry… Too.” He rubbed at his torso where Suguru had landed his hit.
“Hopeless…” You heard her murmur. Strangely, you didn’t feel taken aback by Gojo’s seemingly insincere apology.
You found it funny. You giggled, desperately trying to not let them see as a hand came up to slap itself over your mouth, your eyes beginning to light up with joy.
“It’s-“ You tried to speak through your silent laughter. “It’s- Okay.” Getting ahold of yourself, you remove your hand.
“I forgive you.” You smiled.
“We bought you pizza as an apology by the way.”
“You’ll join us, right?”
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Geto, Gojo and Shoko thought your laughter was cute, especially after seeing how hard you cried.
Surprisingly, Geto and Gojo were fighting over who was to pay for the pizzas. They both wanted to pay for you. Shoko watched, amused by their fighting as she paid for it at the counter whilst they were too busy wrestling.
You never thought you’d get so hungry after crying so hard. You ate nearly half of the whole damn thing before Geto went to order some more.
Gojo thought it was adorable how you were stuffing your cheeks like a pig.
Shoko licked some sauce off your face as you were eating, you blushed so hard and told her she’d make an amazing wife.
“Just because of some sauce?!?! I can do that too-!”
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HEYY! ok hear me out… Dazai x fem reader who just like radiates god and dom energy and he’s rlly down bad for her and the agency are just 👁👄👁 from Dazai’s total submission to her but she’s just brushing it off as a joke and giggling with him.
I owe a huge thanks to @sariel626 for helping me with this oneshot. I hope you like it anon! 💕
The image used does not belong to me. It belongs to it's original owner.
TW: Mentions of suicide and death. Dazai being Dazai. Female reader
An unexpected ploy
It was just another normal day in the Armed Detective Agency.
Currently, it's members were all busy investigating a case regarding a rather bizarre murder involving a government official.
"Now, miss, we're going to have to ask some more questions about what you have witnessed. Did you see anything else that was strange when you stumbled upon the scene of crime?"
Kunikida, notebook in hand and a pen in the other, was getting ready to write down any more observations that the witness may have remembered.
The witness, a young woman in her 20's who went by the name of Mitsuki, shakily opened her mouth to answer.
Only to be interrupted by a certain detective.
"Ah! Who is this lovely woman? No, lovely is too insulting of a word to describe your perfect beauty~"
Well, it was a normal day until the suicidal maniac just had to intrude.
An irk mark formed on Kunikida's head as he started to berate Dazai for rudely interrupting the conversation, but Dazai was Dazai, and he never listened to the man's lectures. Instead, he knelt down before the witness, his lips curling up into a handsome smile as he gently took her hand in his.
"My belladonna, despite all the stress and horror that you went through, you still manage to look radiant and ephemeral. My day has been brightened up with just your pure beauty."
"Would you perhaps join me in a lover's suicide-"
"Dazai?"
The man seemed to instantly perk up at your voice.
"Yes, my belladonna?" He focused his charming gaze upon you.
Exuding a calm and assertive aura, you smiled back at him. It was a smile that could get many people on their knees before you.
"What are you doing? You know full well that she doesn't need to be seduced. In fact, it's the last thing that she needs right now."
"..."
"..."
"... You're right! How foolishly selfish I've been! My deepest apologies, my dear; I do find you beautiful, truly I do," Dazai clasped the Mitsuki's hand to his chest, looking at her with a somewhat apologetic look in his eyes.
"But I've found someone much more charming and attractive!"
"E-eh?!"
The bandage squandering machine had instead sauntered to your side, grabbing your hand and gazing at you with such utter adoration in his eyes that it made you chuckle.
"Y/N-san, my belladonna, how about we commit a double suicide instead? Your confidence, your gorgeousness, your everything has captivated me and I fall in love with you deeper with each passing day. This really is none other than-" He was cut off with a giggle.
Dazai's eyes widened as he saw a beautiful smile form on your face, and your eyes seemed to shine as you looked back at him.
"Ah! You really are such an angel! No, a goddess! What did I ever do to deserve to be graced by your presence!" He clutched his chest dramatically, making fervent gestures with his other hand. The rest of the Armed Detective Agency members sweatdropped as they saw this scene play out.
"H-hey, is Dazai-san really alright?..." A concerned Tanizaki whispered to an equally-as-concerned Atsushi, who nervously watched the whole scene play out.
A loud thud! sounded throughout the Agency.
Dazai had been thrown across the room by a ticked off Kunikida.
"Ouch! Kunikida-kun, why did you have to interrupt-"
"Quit messing around! We must gather as much information as we can from the witness, and here you are being an immature idiot! Besides, flirting is highly inappropriate within business grounds! Especially in the middle of a rather important case!" Kunikida continued to lecture Dazai, who merely sat there and retorted with many childish statements.
"My apologies, miss, my idiotic co-worker is always like this," you said, apologising to the stunned Mitsuki, who was watching this unfold as if pigs had started to fly.
"But Y/N-san really is lovely! Ne, Y/N-san, you still haven't said whether you were going to commit double suicide with me yet!" Dazai eyed you from where he sat on the ground, and you discreetly smirked.
"I'll commit double suicide with you only if you complete your paperwork."
The silence that followed afterwards was deafening.
"... Y-you aren't serious, are you?..." Tanizaki managed to stutter out, still processing the fact that you had actually proposed that. Mitsuki made a small noise of agreement, staring at you as if you'd grown three heads.
You merely locked eyes with Dazai, neither of you saying anything for a full five seconds.
The tension that followed was thick enough to be cut with a butter knife.
A ping! sounded. You opened your phone, and nodded.
"Well, that was lovely and all. But I'm afraid that our little act ends here."
Dazai broke the silence, his eyes now dark as he turned towards Mitsuki.
"Mitsuki-san, you were almost perfect in diverting any suspicion away from you. But I'm afraid that despite how believable your story was, it wasn't enough to be fully convincible."
Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Atsushi about to interrupt, but you silenced him with a glance. The rest of the Armed Detective Agency kept quiet, as they trusted that Dazai knew what he was doing.
"N-now hold on a moment! Why are you suddenly accusing me? I didn't do anything! I told you already, I had only-"
"-Stumbled upon the body of the government official as you were heading home from work," you gracefully cut in, rising from your chair as you fixed your gaze upon the witness, who was wide-eyed and trembling.
"You said that the government official was dumped in some small back-alley. But that was where you went wrong." You nodded at Dazai, who continued your explanation.
"But that was suspicious in itself already. If the victim was a government official, criminals would want to avoid the body being found in the first place. Why? Because the government would then be performing a search high and low for the murderer, using their best resources to find whoever killed one of their own. And criminals hate exposure; especially by someone as powerful and ruthless as the government. The body would normally have been disposed of completely, leaving no trace for the government to find."
"But how does this have anything to do with me? Maybe the murderer was in a rush and simply dumped the body in the alleyway. Or-"
"The body wasn't haphazardly dumped. It was placed neatly on the ground, and besides, your accomplice was always one to do things in an orderly manner. Am I right, Mitsuki-san?"
"W-what?! What is this nonsense?! I didn't even know who the government official was-"
"I thought that it was too much of a coincidence that you were the one to walk by a seemingly strange murder." You smiled at the lady, who looked at you bewilderedly.
"So I asked someone that I knew to look into any recent conversations you had which may be linked to this case. And lo and behold, my suspicions were correct. Despite your messages to your accomplice being encrypted and deleted afterwards, they were easily found by Katai-san." Taking out your phone, you showed her the evidence that Katai had sent you.
A message on the 11th of May, 7:16PM. "I'll need you to take care of a person for me. Best to make it quick and seem like the work of an underground organisation."
Another message on the 13th of May, 5:30 AM. "I've changed my mind. Dispose of the body in the alleyway near my lodging."
You put your phone back into your pocket.
"Even if you might protest and say we have no proof that you were the one who sent the messages, Katai-san had managed to track down and locate your accomplice. He's currently being interrogated by the military police, and it won't be long before he spills the beans. You can also claim that your accomplice would never rat you out, but that's alright. This case has already been solved." You smirked as you continued your deduction.
"The reason you targeted the government official was because of a scandal that he was involved in with your brother. But since it was a government official, this entire matter was swept under the rug, and your brother was framed. However, since you yourself had no power and evidence to prove that the scandal was tampered with, you opted for murder instead. Which led you to conspire with a friend of yours, and for him to do the dirty work while you played the part of an innocent, unsuspecting bystander who so-happened to pass by the scene of crime. Am I correct so far?"
Mitsuki gave a dry chuckle, her face now bearing no remains of the faux act she had put up earlier. She had given up, now that her thirst for revenge was satiated.
"But how did you manage to gather the evidence in such a short time?" You looked at Atsushi, who was still trying to figure out the entirety of this plot twist.
"Ah, that? Well, since I knew Mitsuki-san here would immediately disappear and cover up her traces after we finished questioning her, I had to find some way to stall in order to get the required proof. That was when Dazai-kun had the brilliant idea of flirting with Mitsuki and me so that the Agency would be held up in asking for the witness's account; therefore giving Katai-san adequate time to retrieve what was needed for this case." You smiled at Dazai, who in turn merely smiled back.
"You were close to escaping. But it was the Armed Detective Agency you were up against. And the Armed Detective Agency never fails to find the culprits, whether they are dancing in plain sight or are hiding behind the shadows." Your gaze pierced into the young lady as you delivered your final statement.
"It's checkmate, Mitsuki."
This was rather fun and interesting to experiment with, and I hope reader's personality was to your liking. See you next time, my dear readers! 💓
@circinuus @celesttes @sariel626 @i-just-like-goats @dazaiyohane @irethepotato @xxelfmamaxx @ashthemadwriter @nekokinax
#silverbladexyz#bsd x reader#bungou stray dogs x reader#bsd x female reader#dazai x reader#dazai osamu x reader
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Roads Less Traveled
A/n: I am working on some anon requests but I figured we could use a little fluffy pick me up after the loss yesterday.
“Are you sure you’re ready for this? It’s a 13 hour drive.”
You laugh, watching him put your bags in the trunk. “Yes I’m aware. You’ve only mentioned it 100 times.”
He takes his hat off, running his hands through his hair and firmly placing the Nike cap back on his head. “I just want to make sure you know what we’re about to get into.”
“I’ve made it through watching your finger explode on national television and now I get to meet your family during bye week. This is the longest time we’ve ever spent together consecutively so I’m excited and totally ready for this.”
Your boyfriend opens the car door for you with a knowing look, “you just want my mom to pull out the photo albums don’t you?”
“The only baby Justin pictures I’ve seen are from the Chargers TikTok babe, it’s not nearly enough. You were so adorable.”
“Were? As in past tense? Ouch.” He pressed a hand against his chest, biting back a smile.
“I mean you can still be adorable if you wanna be. Personally I was leaning more towards extremely handsome, maybe even…sexy?”
His face is turning more red by the minute and you can’t help yourself from digging a deeper hole, pinching his cheek as he jokingly whines for you to stop. “My handsome, gorgeous, adorable man. Come here.” You lean over the console and he closes the distance between you, immediately smiling into the kiss. He outwardly hated compliments but sometimes you swore you could hear his heart sing when you praised him in any way, especially his looks. It not-so-secretly made him feel giddy inside.
“You’re not so bad yourself.” He whispers, pulling away from the kiss and starting the car. “Okay let’s go over who you’re going to meet. This is the big test.”
One of his hands finds itself resting on your thigh, leaving you to peek at the splint on his middle finger on the hand that was still on the steering wheel. Sometimes you wondered how much it must hurt after every game, the constant physical contact with so many weeks in the season to go and your boyfriend’s determination was only growing by the minute. He had no plans of slowing down.
Bringing yourself back into the present moment, you wracked your brain trying to remember all the names.“There’s obviously your family, your mom and dad. Patrick and Mitch. Then your friends Tate, Charlie and Jack, who will be at Charlie’s football game.”
“That was perfect, you’re definitely ready for them. I do apologize in advance though if my parents are overwhelming. Haven’t exactly brought anyone home in a while, well since high school really. And now they’re convinced I made you up and I’m on my way to dying alone.” His smile reaches his ears, exposing a dimple.
The fact that he was bringing you was a big deal already but to know that he’d only really done this a couple times made you feel special. Even if he didn’t really say it, he was falling for you just as much as you were falling for him.
Justin pulls you out of your thoughts when he asks “are you hungry at all? Because I’m thinking about stopping somewhere. I’m starving.”
“Oh yeah, lunch sounds good, I think I saw a Wingstop sign towards this next exit but I can look it up.”
You opted to sit in the car and eat, talking about what you wanted to do and see in Eugene.
“I want the works. Walk me down memory lane and definitely take me to Nike. Feels illegal not to go to a Nike store where it all started. I’m sure you’re looking to add to your endless collection anyway.”
He gives you a pointed look. “It was an endless collection until I met and started dating a thief. Do you know how many of my sweatshirts I found in your closet this morning helping you pack? I was looking for the purple one for weeks.”
That one makes you cackle as you force him to switch you spots so he can get a driving break. “Well I’m sorry! It’s not my fault your clothes are so big and comfortable. And anytime you’re gone I just throw one on and it’s like you’re always with me.”
“Nice save…Catwoman.”
You scoff. “I prefer Robin Hood actually, you know take from the rich and give to the poor. You’re rich so I take from you and give it to myself, the poor.”
“That would work better if I didn’t get most of that stuff for free but that is a pretty solid comparison.” He chuckles softly, nodding his head along to the song. “I didn’t know you were an 80s rock fan.”
“I didn’t either but you played this a few weeks ago while we were making dinner and I’ve been listening to it ever since. You know…I won’t tell anyone if you sing.”
Justin immediately starts shaking his head, “no shot. You’re not doing this to me.” He groans as you turn up the music, singing along to lyrics as he looks on, seemingly unamused.
To your surprise he matches your volume at the chorus, both of you screaming out the words to Pour a Little Sugar on Me by Def Leppard.
“What happens on the road trip stays on the road trip,” he makes you pinky swear.
A few hours later he motions for you to take the next exit, claiming he wants to show you something. It was the perfect time to watch the sunset with a view of Mt. Shasta in the distance. His non-injured hand held yours, walking out to see it while also stretching your legs.
“This is the most beautiful view I’ve ever seen.”
He turned to you with a warm smile, taking it all in. “Yeah...me too.”
You smacked him on the arm without turning to meet his gaze, already feeling his eyes burning holes in the side of your head. “Justin focus. You’re not even looking at the scenery right now.”
“Sorry I just got really distracted by the view right in front of me, it’s kind of become my favorite.” He wraps his arms around you, resting his chin on the top of your head. You were still getting used to the “beard” he’d been sporting.
Turning around in his arms, you finally look up at him, the sight still taking your breath away. “You’re my favorite view too. Wouldn’t mind waking up to you for a while. The rest of my life even.” The last part comes out as a whisper you hope he didn’t catch.
But he did.
“Really? You—you see us doing this, like getting married and spending our lives together?” His lips crunch into a half smile and you want to kiss him senseless.
“Yeah, I do. Which is funny because I’ve never actually been with someone that I see a real future with.”
“Neither have I.” He holds your face in his hands, bringing your lips together softly, the kiss left his entire body buzzing. “Until now.”
#justin herbert#justin herbert x reader#justin herbert imagine#justin herbert fluff#nfl imagine#Justin Herbert fanfic
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hi ! sorry ! i'm the anon who sent in the romance prompt and #19 was "talking late into the night" 💗 and dick grayson please !
best friend
pairing: dick grayson x reader
prompt: blossoming romance - talking late into the night
a/n: what’s with all the friends to lovers recently u ask? i say..dont :,) this was longer than anticipated bc i’m a wordy boy anywho enjoy! comments r eternally appreciated and thank u for the request bby <33
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you're not just some lover, you're more than i’d ever ask for. though we may live far away, you're in my thoughts every single day. in every way.
Everyone had slowly filtered out as the early hours of the morning rolled through. You were the last one left, sitting cross legged on Dick’s sofa and looking at the mess of cups, plates and empty bottles. Dick was at the door, chatting idly with Kori before she threw her arms around him.
“Gimme another hug goodbye!” She called to you over his shoulder, making you giggle as you pushed yourself up. Dick let the door swing open fully and Kori pulled you into a hug, kissing your cheek before finally heading home.“Bye! Miss you guys already!” She called as Donna wrapped her hand around Kori’s wrist, tugging her towards the elevator while waving with her free hand.
You and Dick waved back with a shared dazed look before ducking back into his apartment. He huffed at the sight, heading into his living room while you lingered by the door. “I can help you clean up.” You offered, it had become a steady tradition, always the last one to leave and ready to help. It was rare for everyone to find the time to spend hours drinking and eating in Dick’s massive apartment, sharing stories both old and new, and letting go of the weight they all carried. If just for a moment.
You were sure it was why everyone left tripping over themselves and you were on the less hammered side of things. You didn’t need to let loose in the way your friends did. And while you were never apart of the superhero and vigilante life, you were still a part of Dick’s, and now many mutual friends. You had known him for years, a grounding point to something normal when everything was too much.
“You sure?” Dick called, gathering a few plates while you shrugged.
“Yeah, least I can do. Plus if you still wanted to go out tonight…” You let your sentence trail off, you never inserted yourself into Dick’s vigilantism. You were only ever offered mere glimpses into that side, and had seen him out on patrol only a few times over the years.
“Nah, my shoulder still hurts and I don’t think I'll sober up enough in time.” He admitted, making you laugh.
“What happened to your shoulder?” You asked, heading into his kitchen to find the garbage bags he kept under the sink. Dick followed behind you with an absurdly high stack of dishes, looking all too pleased with himself as he placed everything into the sink.
“I didn’t show you?” He cocked his head, and when you shook your head no, Dick pulled one side of his shirt over his head. He stood close in his rather spacious kitchen, letting you take in the bruising that danced along his shoulder, dipped down his collarbones, before tapering off into parts of his chest.
“Ouch.” You murmured, trying not to dwell on the rest of Dick’s body, the scars you had seen before that faded with age, and the musculature that made your insides warm. You were definitely still tispy, shifting away from Dick with an uncertain smile.
You turned your attention back towards the garbage bag before he could notice, heading towards the living room while Dick started on the many dishes. You picked up all the plastic cups and wrappers, whatever food had somehow fallen onto his floor or couch. You tossed the bag aside and picked up all the recyclables, dumping them into the bin in Dick’s kitchen rather noisily. He shushed you while chuckling.
“It’s like three a.m., if I get another nose complaint my landlord is gonna kill me.” He warned.
“Sorry, sorry, its my bad I care about the earth.” You teased, turning back to the living room when water splattered against your back. Dick stood there as you turned around, hand wet and soapy, dripping onto his floor. You opened your mouth when he flicked more dishwater at you. It hit you in the face and landed in your hair and Dick almost keeled over giggling. He hunched over the sink with his wheezy laughter while you rolled your eyes.
“I hope you slip and drown.” You muttered, collecting any trash you missed and leaving the bag by his door to deal with later.
You shuffled next to Dick, and began drying his dishware. You talked idly about how the night went, how nice it was seeing Wally for the first time in a while, and that Gar was really quiet today.
“He seemed happy though.” You stated, carrying a few dried glasses to their appropriate cupboard.
“Yeah, I think he misses everyone.” Dick said softly.
“Its okay if you miss them too y'know.” You nudged him gently, more focused on his side profile than the bowls that needed to be dried next. Dick looked over at you, sending you a dopey smile, it was all teeth and still so genuine.
“I know…and I do.” He admitted, looking away.
“Well I hope seeing them today made you feel a little better, miss them less.”
“Yknow if you really wanted to make me feel better, we could switch?” Dick asked suddenly, turning off the tap while you stared at him a little dumbfounded. Maybe it was everything still lingering in your system, or how whiny Dick sounded when he asked, but you looked at him incredulously.
“Uh sure?” Dick moved you over and took your place the moment you agreed, obviously much more content with his new task while you washed the last few plates. “Really taking me up on my offer to help clean huh?” You teased after a few moments, Dick looked a bit sheepish as he glanced in your direction, but you were smiling. You bumped him with your hip, bothering him instead about all the television shows you know he hasn’t been keeping up with.
After everything was washed, dried and put away, you two found yourselves back on the couch. “My fingers are all wrinkly.” You said, holding them up for Dick to see who scrunched up his nose.
“It was why I wanted to switch, I hate that feeling.” He shuddered at the thought, shoulders brushing yours as he did. You were sitting with your legs stretched out onto the coffee table, while Dick cross legged next to you.
You reached your pruney fingers over, brushing them over his forearm, much to Dick’s dismay. He let out a way too dramatic scream before both your hand, and his flew over his mouth. You were trying your hardest not to laugh, Dick’s face inches away from yours, pupils blown with fear and liquor. When no killer jumped out or neighbour came yelling, you dropped your hand, giggling while Dick let out a huff, disturbing the hair sweeping across his forehead. Dick leaned his head back against the back of the couch, and you reached over, brushing his hair from his eyes.
Dick looked over at you, grinning at the action. You went to drop your arm, but he caught your wrist, placing your hand on his chest and letting his fingers brush up and down your forearm. You curled your legs underneath your body and shifted to face Dick so your arm rested easier against his torso, the side of your face pressing into the back of his couch.
Dick had always been touchy, craving that physical closeness from both friends and lovers, and you had never hesitated to be that for him. To let him relish in your touch, or feel your warmth under his palm. And you knew he was still drunk, still circling that space of clarity and haziness, and his affection oozed easier with it. It made your throat thick, fingers twitching against the fabric of his shirt and needing a distraction.
You asked Dick about his weekend plans, he replied with closed eyes, fingers still stroking your skin. He asked you about yours, eyes blinking open when you mentioned a date.
“Really?” He asked, hand stopping, but still against you.
“Don’t say it like you’re so surprised. It’s just coffee, and it's mostly for class. I just think he thinks its a date so.” You said, trying not to sound like you were hiding something. Caught in the act and in the wrong. It was just Dick, the person you had been friends with forever, the one you had helped through most of his heartbreaks. He’d climb through your window teary eyed or call you ranting about how he fucked up when he had moved out of Gotham. And while your dating life wasn’t nonexistent, Dick rarely seemed around for your brief relationships.
Which was for the best, the candle you held to him and how it tore apart more of your relationships was not something Dick needed to bare the weight of. Even if it was entirely your fault. Your platonic feelings turned romantic at some point over the years, and Dick’s friendship meant more than what could end in ruins. You’d swallow your feelings like an adult and try to find love in someone else.
It was hard when he was so close, staring at you with his big round eyes, and curious about your life.
“Do you like him?”
“Ugh I hate when people ask that. Next topic.” You waved your hand, Dick’s mouth falling closed as he pouted at you. You brought your hand resting on his chest to his chin, and turned his head away from you.
“Fine, fine.” He relented, and you dropped your hand. You talked about the music you’ve been listening too lately, the throwbacks you loved and the R&B playlist Dick made and swore by. You bickered about listening to film scores, remembering movies you had watched together, or reminding Dick of them while he stared at you like you were crazy, and reminiscing about all the years spent being absolute menaces as teenagers. It was always easy to talk to him, to get lost in a million different tangents about things both big and small until the sun had started to rise and you both were half asleep. You were conscious enough when Dick threw a blanket over the two of you, but remembered little after that.
You woke up some hours later, your usually morning alarm chiming softly from the coffee table. Your hand darted out and you muted it blindly, about to push off the couch when you realized it was Dick’s body you were laying against. Your head was just below his chest, arms lazily pressed to his waist while one of Dick’s hands slipped off your back and the other cradled your head. He blinked down at you, bleary eyed and much less surprised. You had shared beds during sleepovers and cuddled Dick close when he needed it, but tangled up on his couch after a night spent sharing soft conversation felt…weighted.
Dick’s hands found your elbows, hauling you higher up his body and sighing softly at the contact. A smile had seemed to glue itself to his face, making you grin in return until he inched forward every so slightly and his nose brushed yours. Your jaw tensed as Dick stared into your eyes, maybe looking for what was always there, or searching for something yet to be found.
You didn’t know, the only thing you were sure of was you loved the little traditions and rituals that brought you to this place with Dick. And wouldn’t be who you were without them.
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title/lyrics come from best friend by mellow fellow
#dick grayson x reader#dick grayson imagine#nightwing x reader#nightwing imagine#dc x reader#dc imagine#writing
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hiiii! i cant stop thinking about your idea of a tutoring session with chishiya which leads to them kissing >.< if it is not gonna be in the smau in the future, maybe you could write a one shot about it please? thats what i wanted to request :p have a nice day!!
STARBURST !
request : chishiya x fem!reader (based on one of the alternatives of chishiya kissing yn for the first time)
genre : fluffy of the fluffy fluff
warnings : chishiya ooc — swearing — kissing yeah — lwk a lot of kissing. Like A LOT.
A/N : A PART OF ME WANTED THIS TO HAPPEN BUT I THINK I LIKE HOW I DID IT IN THE SMAU. but besides that THIS MADE ME GIGGLE WRITING ITTT; i’ve had this in mind and omg this request made me smile. love you anon<3 but for context for this chishiya and reader are friends already! its kinda a mess but WORD!! i trade off using you/your and she/her a lot here 🥸
— CHISHIYA x FEM!READER
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you had knocked on the door, the grayish white door stood ominous infront of you. there was a slight shuffle from the otherside of the door, looking around you it was quiet. a little too quiet to your liking—chills were sent down your spine.
“chishiya hurry up..!” you growled knocking on the door again and again. “stop knocking you’ll wake up fucking cleopatra..” chishiya opened the door. his hair was in a messy ponytail while his bangs had small baby hairs sticking out. his demeanor was tired yet relaxed.
“good morning sleepyhead!” you grinned at the just woken up chishiya; he had only hummed before moving out the way to let you in, “welcome..” he groggled closing the door behind you. you wondered around his living room, “you know i never knew you were the type to be very decorative..” you hummed looking at the many photos of him with his friends and cats, “you seem like the type to be very bland.”
“first ouch..second it was all kuina, she made me add photos she said it looks like an asylum.” his left hand rested in his pocket as his right covered his mouth as he yawned. his eyes wandered her every move, it was like he was fascinated.
you stared at the amount of plushies he had lined up on his couch, “you must really like plushies” you smiled picking up a white cat plushie that had a pink bow, “marie from aristocats?” you questioned him holding the plushed cat to your chest. “yeah it was a gift from usagi.” he sighed.
“cute..” you mumbled under your breath bringing it with you to his room, “i’m ready to learn come on professor chishiya.” you joked walking to his room opening the door, he had followed behind her a-suit ”you know you are basically just giving me a tour of my own place, no shame seriously.” his lips formed an a line sitting down on one of the chairs near his desk, you sat on the rolling one while he sat on the plastic one.
“you are a smart student so i don’t understand why you need tutoring.” chishiya sighed as he watched you take out a notebook that had a very cute design as the cover, “aww that’s sweet coming from you~” you smiled, “i only need tutoring because i’m not strong in this subject and i wanted to spend time with you!” you proudly stated.
chishiya’s ears turned a little red but you weren’t paying attention much to it, clearing his throat “you aren’t good at english?” his eyebrow rose as you shrugged “yeah i mean..what the fuck are vowels and why is it needed.” she scoffed opening up her notebook to a page.
“it’s needed because it helps with speech and pronunciation.” chishiya laughed slightly, “there are 5 maybe 6 vowels that you need to remember. a e i o u and sometimes but not all the time y.” chishiya held up his fingers showing 6 up. you frowned “why is it sometimes y? why not all the time?” she tucked her hair behind her ear, “honestly i don’t know but it’s just sometimes y.”
he opened his notebook ripping out a page writing down a e i o u, there was some spacing between them—sliding the paper over to yn. “tell me what words you know with those letters. doesn’t have to start with it either.” chishiya rested his head on his hand, “for every word you can say correctly with that vowel you get an award but, for every wrong is a flick on your forehead.” he smiled like a cat
“well we can start off easy with a..there is apple!” you happily said as chishiya nodded handing you a piece of starburst. you happily unwrapped it putting it in your mouth, “mmm strawberry flavored.” you mumbled. chishiya pointed at the letter e, “how about the letter e? this one should be easy.”
“daisy!” you exclaimed waiting for the next starburst only to look at chishiya who held back a laugh. “daisy doesn’t have an e in it. it was a y.” he flicked your forehead, “try again.” you held your hand over the spot he flicked, “uhm early?” you said a little wary.
chishiya handed you another starburst, you quickly took it eating that piece. “hmm lemon!” you nodded as chishiya scored a little closer to you, you had side eyed him quickly before paying your attention to the way his hand traced the paper.
“how about u?” “your. and that goes for y as well.” you cheeky snarked. chishiya looked at you raising an eyebrow. “i feel as if they was some plot not actually tutoring..” he handed you two pieces of starburst, he scooted closer but you didn’t mind. his shoulder was basically brushing yours at this point.
you had looked at him quickly, his features were very angelic—you were in awe. “lets go i..what word for i?” he looked at you. you were too busy staring at him to even hear what he was saying.
the way his lips curled whenever was enough for you, “i is for i like you.” you smiled cupping his face in your palms planting a small soft kiss on his lips, you pulled away quickly. “does that count? i mean it’s a word.” she smiled tilting her head to the side.
“i’ll count it even though it’s a universal word..” chishiya had a soft peach like blush spread on his cheeks, he grabbed her by the waist pulling her onto him kissing her back, this felt like a hungry kiss—it was most definitely not like the soft feather like kiss you gave.
his arm wrapped around her waist as if he was protecting her. that kiss was lost in translation, the way his lips glided over yours and the way held you in his grip made you melt like butter.
your hands had wrapped around his neck as a smile was brought to his lips. he nibbled on your bottom lip causing a soft moan to escape from your lips. you broke off the kiss to catch a breath of air mistakenly leaving a room for one of chishiya’s remarks.
“you know i thought you needed help with your english..quite a twist.” he chuckled. “i didn’t need help with english i just wanted to have an excuse to be with you.” you admitted pulling chishiya closer to yourself.
there was a small silence where you and chishiya were just looking at eachother, “by the way you have so marks right here..let me help” you slyed smiled smashing your lips against his wasting no time at all.
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ok I just thought of this but Alucard x reader where the reader has been turned into a vampire (while he's away or something or during battle)and feeling like maybe he won't love them anymoreeee?
Ouch, anon!
This will be so angsty.
A Place to Hide
Fandom: Castlevania series (2017-2021)
Pairing: Alucard x Reader
Count: 1.5k
Rating: T
Tags/CW: Oneshot, Mutual pining, Angst, Context of battle, Mention of death, Alternate universe, Dark fantasy AU, Alucard POV, Vampirism, Longing, emotional hurt/comfort
Summary: This can be considered a follow-up of sorts set after 'To be free'. The murder of Lisa never happened. Instead, sometime in the future there is strife in the vampire world with an alliance of rebelling war chiefs over territory and Dracula is forced to respond. Reader character is an apprentice learning the doctor trade under Lisa. Trying to seek Adrian out after he left for battle was not a successful endeavor...
All characters depicted are 18+
"And you worry too much…"
Your words ricochet through his mind as he dismounts in haste along with the returning troops, the too-hindering armor singing mournfully with every movement, as it had done all those cold, cluttered days and nights he'd been away.
He crosses the barracks area built before the castle and ascends the stairs of his home, a bloodied letter crumpled in his right hand.
"Adrian!"
Like a ghost, a drop of crystal-clear water in a sea of blood, his mother runs towards him, sullying herself against his filthy form as she enfolds him in a fierce embrace. Her dainty fingers curl into his tattered cloak, and Lisa holds on to him with a frenzied relief after, he knows, weeks of fretting.
"You’re safe," Lisa murmurs, "You’re home," she shivers, drawing back to run swift, trembling fingers through his windswept hair.
"Mother," his eyes press shut, and he falls against her. She whispers to him, and all he wants is to drown in her arms and forget; the missive burns like hot coal, still crushed in his hand.
"Your father arrived ahead of you," Lisa says, holding him fast to her. "...they're still assessing status in the council chamber."
And Lisa, for her part, had been running the improvised hospice for their human allies. She looks as weary as he feels. "I know." He can barely speak. "Mother I… I received your letter; before the last skirmish."
They won. Careful tactical planning and losses included, there will be peace again in the borderlands without. For how long? None ever know.
He does not care. "... Where?"
Lisa releases him, slowly, holding him by the shoulders. "Adrian, will you not take the time to... to …"
"Where?" His voice cracks, his bones ache. He wishes he'd never welcomed you here, wishes he'd never met you, befriended you, loved you. He wishes, wishes, wishes as fools do.
"Why do you always push me away?"
Your voice, your face: enraged and so desperate. You needed him then, needed him and he was not here, and the closer he is now, the more the truth gains a near physical weight he pushes against with sisyphean misery.
"Adrian," his mother tries again, as he slowly pries her from him, shaking his head.
"Please."
She tells him. She tells him how you insisted on riding after him, two weeks or so prior, with a meager company through war-torn lands. How Lisa had done her utmost to deter you, but the influx of wounded human soldiers demanded most of her time and energy, day in, day out. She failed, and you would wait no longer. "Forgive me, forgive me..."
He brings Lisa close again, fervently kissing the top of her head, "Don’t. Please. Just... just tell me."
They stay embraced for another moment as the clamor of many rises up to the high, domed ceilings, and figures wade around them like wraiths. "The east tower," Lisa whispers, finally.
By the time he reaches the door, having carelessly stripped and cast off pieces of armor on the way, his vision is blurred. Memories of that day, that last day when you were angry with him but would not leave his side, had been a torturous comfort to his nights through each cut and healing wound, each enemy pierced, each slash of the sword; that day, when he awoke the evening of his departure with you in his bed and in his arms while the chamber's golden light caressed your bareness.
The hinges creak. The door opens, and darkness greets him.
"How am I to learn, Adrian, if you stand in my way?"
He calls to you. He seeks a heartbeat, but there is none; of course, there wouldn't be. The letter falls from his hand like a withered autumn leaf. He calls again, and again, stepping inside the room.
Darkness never posed a challenge to his sight, and as his eyes follow along the richly woven rug, he sees a bare foot, slowly retreating; a huddled shape, in one corner.
"Leave." A broken, barely audible voice.
Never again. Adrian nears and kneels by your side. "But I’ve only just arrived," he says through a forced, trembling smile.
A stir, a rise of hunched shoulders. "... you..."
"Yes, me," he says. "And I’ve missed you… so, so much."
A sigh his only answer, Adrian curls and uncurls his fists. "Will you look at me?"
"Why?" The shape stirs anew. He cannot tell what you might be feeling, not anymore. The signs are gone, but of course, it is you; wherever you are, whatever you are, he will always know.
"Because I… you went seeking for me, and I understand. A part of me... longed for you to do so, from dawn to dusk, every hour, every minute and second." He swallows. "Please," he begs even as a pair of glowing eyes meet his.
He reaches; cups your cheek and falls in dismay when you shun his touch, hiding your face away from him.
Your beautiful, determined face. His anger is boundless; he wants to know who, and make them pay. But you would tell no one of it, from what he learned, and it matters not at the moment. An interrogation is not what you need, nor does he.
"I am sorry. It should have been your choice, if it ever were to happen. I did not listen to you that night where... where I should have."
"Not your fault," he sees half of your face, eternal now, cut by a beam of moonlight. "I was impatient, wanted to reach you, to see you. I was—am, a selfish, selfish fool," you press your knuckles into your eyes "And now, look at me..."
Adrian carefully sits beside you. "No," he objects, poorly, but he's too exhausted, too weak; entranced by you being here, so close, alive despite the shadow imbuing your essence.
"You cannot hear it anymore, can you?"
Adrian shakes his head.
"It is gone."
"But you are not." He reaches, tentatively, and takes your hand, massaging into the knuckles.
"You're so... so warm..." you whisper, close to tears. "I never noticed before, but now, now..." Your words are as cold as your skin. "... what you knew is gone."
He is exhausted, you are hurting. It is over, it should’ve been over, he’d barely convinced you to stay behind back then, to keep safe and continue your work; but here you are anyway. Adrian tenderly pries your other hand away from your chest. He remembers the texture of your skin so well, remembers it soothing his face, his chest, gripping his hips with earnest abandon. Now, it barely returns the slightest pressure. He brings it to his forehead, breathes in deeply and raggedly before pressing the hand to his dry lips.
What can he say? That he regrets not being there? That it eats him from the inside like rot? That he’s never felt such longing nor such pain, and unless you demand it, he will never let you go again?
"I've not slept in days."
Adrian nods slowly, bringing a tentative arm around your shoulders. "It will be so for a while, from what I know." The freezing nightly air glides through an open window by your naked feet, but he realizes it has long ceased to be an issue for you.
"I hear everything around me; every beat of wings, every sigh of wind or flutter of a living heart. The darkness in all things speaks to me in a language I understand, and yet do not."
Unable to resist any longer, Adrian brings and cradles your head to his chest. "There are other changes, yet to come. It is fresh, and you will… you will hurt for a while longer. But... but I am here now, and, if you'll have me, will... I can help."
You're shaking against him, and he knows, if you had tears to shed, they'd be blood. "Adrian, I regret what I said to you that night, how I pushed you, how—"
"I do not." He tips your chin up, rubs his thumb over your lip. "You spoke your... our truth. And for that, you were much braver than I," he follows. "I missed you," he repeats, like a craven.
You melt against his side. "You are warm, I am cold."
"You will take from my warmth."
"I've lost… I’ve lost myself, my very being, my humanity, all my doing," you murmur, spent.
"No," he shakes his head, "Humanity consists of much, much more than a beating heart, you know this."
You smile sadly against the black canvas of the room. "So many out there who would beg to differ."
"... and none of them will ever lay a finger on you in this life, or any other."
Adrian dares to bring you more into him, a hand pressing into your back. You feel the same, he feels whole again. Will you see it? Will you understand?
"I hunger," you speak, the word coated with shame as you melt into him. "I hunger, but I refuse to… to…"
"You must drink to live, now. That is the way of things."
Your fingers claw at his chest. You are strong, so very strong. "My creed is to save lives, not take them."
Adrian draws you into his lap as you finally meet his gaze fully, a peek of fang between your lips. "And so it will stay," he tells you, soothingly but with conviction, pressing you closer as his hand cups the back of your head, as he reaches and unfastens the collar of his tunic. "... I promise."
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hey, she's mine! (park chanyeol x reader) [requested]
pairing: park chanyeol x reader (x kim jongin, kind of)
word count: 3039
genre: fluffy with a tiny bit of angst i guess?
warnings: swearing, mentions of sex. baekhyung being a goofy, jongin being a gentleman, chanyeol being way too jealous, jongdae being, well, me (i'm the one who always mentions the booze).
a/n: thank you anon for requesting! it turned way longer than i thought it would lol hope you like it 🥺
you felt life being drained from you as you saw him in front of you. it's been so long - actually it's only been two years, but how many lifetimes can be fitted in two years? -, and he has changed so much.
his hair was shorter now, his arms slightly bigger; maybe he was working out like he always said he would do, who knows. there was something more mature about his eyes now too, something you couldn't quite explain.
"i brought my friend with me, i hope you don't mind", baekhyun said, pointing back at said friend. "this is..."
"hey, y/n", he said, interrupting baekhyun.
"hi!", you tried your best to smile. "oh my god, it's been so long, jongin."
at the mention of his name, chanyeol looked up from the couch with narrowed eyes and a confused expression. what do you mean jongin was there?
as your roommate, and now probably your best friend, chanyeol knew all about jongin. he knew everything about how close the two of you were back in college, how everyone thought jongin was such a cocky guy but, deep down, he was just a shy boy with a pretty face. chanyeol knew how the friendship between you two evolved to something more, to the point where you took jongin's virginity, being his first; he also knew how you two became friends with benefits after that, and how badly it all ended when, at the end of college, jongin told you he was in love with you. chanyeol knew all about how you broke the poor dude's heart, and how bad you felt all of these years because of that.
and also, chanyeol knew very well how you always claimed jongin was the best sex you ever had, which kind of messed with chanyeol's ego because, you know... he was your friend with benefits now.
"oh, you two know each other?", baekhyun asked as jongin walked into your place.
"we... we attended college together", you explained. "jongin is a friend of mine."
"wow", jongdae said, getting his coat off. "i didn't know that!"
"yeah, we haven't talked in a long time, i think", jongin replied.
the awkward conversation was replaced by baekhyun screaming chanyeol's name before entering the living room and throwing himself on top of his friend.
jongdae followed his steps, and you only mentioned for jongin to do the same. as you got to the living room, you saw chanyeol pushing baekhyun off him and onto the ground.
"get off me, you brat", the taller one said with angry eyes even though his lips were slightly curled into a smile.
"ouch! what did i do?", baekhyun got up from the ground. "you know what? no cuddles for you tonight!"
"it's okay, he has y/n for that", jongdae mumbled, throwing himself at a chair and pulling his phone out of his pocket. "what do you guys want to drink?"
your cheeks burned with that comment, and you made a mental note to kick jongdae's ass after - especially when you heard jongin chuckling behind you.
with a little puppy's attention span, baekhyun turned to jongdae to help him pick some beverages. as he did that, chanyeol got up from the couch and walked to jongin, a passive expression on his face.
"hey, how are you doing?", he offered his hand to jongin. "i'm chanyeol."
"hey, man", jongin smiled politely, shaking chanyeol's hand. "i'm jongin, it's really nice to meet you. baekhyun talks a lot about you!"
"he's an idiot", the older one said, rolling his eyes.
jongin laughed. "he sure is. sorry i tagged along without a warning, baekhyun said it would be okay and that his friends wouldn't mind..."
chanyeol only shrugged, eyes fixed on you. you kept staring at him, watching his body language as he interacted with jongin.
"it's okay, don't worry", chanyeol looked at the younger one then, finally smiling at him. "you're welcome here."
as the three of you also took a seat, the night finally began.
it was weird to see your ex best friend and your closest friends interacting. baekhyun seemed - and actually was - the only bond between all of you now, but thankfully everything went just fine. he would crack some jokes and cry of laughter with jongdae, then telling a story about some of his co-workers, to which jongin would comment eventually.
apparently, jongin had been working with baekhyun for a few months now. you found out that baekhyun had told you about him, but he never used the name jongin, only kai - which you also found out was now jongin's nickname, something he earned after leaving college.
jongin (or kai, whatever) was still as sweet as you could remember. funny too, as he made everyone laugh a few times throughout your gathering. at some point you caught yourself staring at him, smiling at how he'd tell a story or laugh at something.
but then, your attention got caught by chanyeol, who were also staring at jongin, but not with kind eyes like you. his jaw was clenched, and even though he'd reply to jongdae and baekhyun whenever they talked to him, it was so clear that something was bothering him. he didn't say a word to jongin, nor mistreated him, but still... something wasn't right.
"hey, the drinks are almost here", jongdae said, looking at his phone.
"what did you order?", you asked.
"soju and beer, because that's what i can afford."
"it's okay", you laughed. "i'll get some snacks for us too."
you got up from your spot, shooting a smile at chanyeol - to which he smiled back - before walking out of the room.
you quickly began to work at the kitchen, grabbing some chips and leftovers from the fridge, deciding what to do with all of that. as your hands worked, your mind traveled back to two important moments of your life.
firstly, you relived the moment you told jongin you didn't love him back. you saw his sad eyes in front of you again, pouting at the way he tried his best not to look at you and how he kept repeating it was okay, even though it wasn't.
secondly, you relived the moment you met chanyeol. both of you were starting a new job at the same company, and as you were the same age you instantly clicked. chanyeol was a tall, goofy guy with big round eyes and deep dimples; something about him just felt so comfortable, so cozy. you felt like he was meant to be your friend, and it was only a matter of time before the two of you got really close and, eventually, decided to live together.
you didn't regret taking a step further, though. back at the pandemic, when both of you were in quarantine in your place, things got hard... quite literally. neither of you was dating, but both of you had needs; neither of you could interact with people outside your doors, but both of you could interact.
"it's just this once", chanyeol had said, before fucking you on the couch. but it started to happen again, and again, and again...
when you realized, you didn't need to be in a relationship anymore, because everything you needed physically you could find in chanyeol.
"do you need some help?", you heard someone saying from behind you, and you jumped in surprise. "shit, i'm sorry! i forgot how much of a scaredy cat you are."
when you turned around, you met jongin laughing. "it's not funny."
"it kind of is", he said, walking up to you. "what are you doing?"
"um... there's some meat from yesterday's dinner, i'm gonna heat it up. we also have some chips..."
"can i make some sauce to dip these chips in?", jongin asked, eyes fixed on you.
"sure", you shrugged. "feel at home."
with a chuckle, jongin started to work too. you watched as he walked from side to side in the kitchen, grabbing what he needed, sometimes asking you where he could find something. he was humming a song the whole time, a song you couldn't quite recognize but that it sounded good on his honey-like voice.
"how's it going, uh?", he suddenly asked. "it's been years since i last saw you."
you licked your lips, getting back to work too as if you haven't just stopped everything to watch him.
"i-i'm fine", you said. "i got into a company after i left college, i'm still there. got a promotion last month, actually."
"oh, congrats! i'm sure you deserved it", jongin smiled sincerely at you, pulling up his sleeves to mix a few ingredients; at this point, you didn't know what was inside that bowl. "are you happy there?"
"yeah, definitely. i feel like there's a lot to learn yet, but i can see myself growing even more. maybe i'll become the boss someday, who knows?"
"that's the spirit!"
you and jongin started to run your mouths. he told you about his life after college - he went back to his hometown when the pandemic hit, so he could be with mom and sisters. he was working at a small company at the time, but it was shut down due to bankruptcy. he told you that, when things started to get better, he came back to seoul to start a new job, which it also didn't work. jongin felt like nothing good was gonna come his way, but then he met a guy named junmyeon who got him into where he was working right now - and that's how he met baekhyun.
"oh, you know junmyeon!", you smiled. "i met him a few months ago at baekhyun's birthday party. he's your boss too?"
"yeah, boss and friend. i owe junmyeon hyung a lot, to be honest."
"he's a great guy, he offered chanyeol a job too when he decided to leave our company."
"oh, you and chanyeol worked together?"
"yeah, that's how we met. it didn't work that well for him, so he left two months ago", you explained. "he's happier now, that's what matters."
"oh, that's great", jongin said with such kindness. "you two look cute together, by the way. i ship it."
"what? oh, no!", your eyes were about to pop off your skull. "we're not together, no!"
he laughed, looking back at you. something in jongin's expression clearly told you he didn't believe you.
"y/n, come on... it's okay if you're dating, don't lie to me. we were best friends."
"i'm not lying to you! we're not together, i swear."
jongin stared at you, and you felt like he was reading your soul. he narrowed his eyes at you, lips pressed into a thin line.
"have you two fucked?", he whispered at you.
"jonginnie!", you almost screamed.
"what?!", the bastard started to laugh at you. "i'm just asking, because you know..."
jongin went back to his task, like nothing had happened. but no, you didn't know.
"know what?"
"ah, you know... the way he looks at you... the way he looked at me when i got here...", he mentioned, dragging his words. when you didn't reply, jongin looked back at you. "come on! it's so clear that he likes you."
you frowned at that. gosh, not again...
"chanyeol doesn't like me."
"he does. he looks at you exactly how... how i did when i was in love with you."
you groaned at his words, resting against the counter and bringing your hands to your face, pressing the palms on your eyes. you could only hear jongin chuckling.
"which, by the way, it's okay!", you felt jongin grabbing your wrists and pulling your hands off your face. "don't worry about it."
"i owe you a lifetime of apologies."
"no, you don't", he shook his head. "you didn't love me back and it was okay, i couldn't force you to do it. i was really heartbroken, but i never blamed it on you. you never, ever gave me any signals that you felt the same, i just... i don't know, i took a leap of faith to see what would happen."
"still...", you groaned again. "i fucked up our friendship."
jongin sighed at your words, caressing the inside of your wrist.
"that's on us both, then. i didn't look for you after everything happened, i felt like if i did, all of my feelings would come back. i should have told you that, i'm sorry."
"i thought you hated me..."
"well, i did, but not because you didn't want me, but because you didn't look for me either", he laughed. "my mom asked me about you every single day, did you know that?"
you laughed too, picturing his sweet mom, who cooked so well and welcomed you into the family with an open heart, worrying about you and missing you.
"i miss her."
"she does too. you should come visit her with me anytime, she's gonna love it", he smiled. "i'll go next weekend with kyungsoo, you're welcome to tag along."
"next weekend i hav- wait, kyungsoo?"
jongin dropped your wrists, smiling brightly at you. he took his phone from his pocket, showing you his lockscreen - which had a photo of him and a bald guy. jongin was laughing, pressing his cheek to the kyungsoo guy's face, who had an annoyed expression on.
"this is kyungsoo, my boyfriend", jongin announced proudly. "he's childhood friends with junmyeon hyung, we met some time ago and, you know... i tend to fall in love easily."
you just knew you had heart eyes at that moment. looking at jongin, you saw how happy he was, how much love was overflowing from his own eyes just at the mention of this kyungsoo dude.
jongin had always been open about his bisexuality to you, but it was something you never felt like he got to explore back at college; so it was really great to see him so happy just for being himself.
"oh my gosh, jongin! i'm so happy for you!", you said, throwing yourself in his arms and hugging him.
honestly, you've missed your best friend.
jongin was laughing with you inside his arms when he suddenly stopped, at the same time you heard someone clearing their throat behind you. you turned around to meet chanyeol, arms crossed on his chest and brows knitted together.
"sorry to interrupt", he said bitterly. "the drinks are here, i'll go get them with baekhyun."
"i'll go, don't worry", jongin shrugged, letting go of you. "just help y/n with the food, please."
as he walked past chanyeol, he patted the taller one's shoulder. chanyeol rolled his eyes, walking towards you and staring at the sink.
"what do i have to do?"
by the tone of his voice, you could tell he was pissed. so you held back a chuckle, standing beside him and caressing his arm.
"nothing, don't worry. i'm on it."
"oh, so you need his help but don't need mine?"
"yeollie...", you looked at him. "come on, don't be like that."
"he's the intruder here, not me."
"you said he was welcome here!"
"and he is", chanyeol stamped his foot like a little kid. "just not... beside you, i guess..."
you laughed, pushing chanyeol. "get out of here."
"no, i'm serious", he said, pouting. "why did he come to the kitchen with you? why were you two hugging? did you two... made up?"
scoffing, you turned to chanyeol again. he had his arms crossed on his chest one more time, and his usually soft, pretty face was now one big frown.
"are you jealous, park chanyeol?"
"well, kind of! this dude has been gone for what, two, three years now? and suddenly baekhyun hyung brings him here out of nowhere, and then he's all over you, helping you cook and then hugging you? what's up with that? next thing i know i'm gonna catch you two banging on your room..."
"hey!" you raised a finger at him, making him press his lips into a line. "stop that."
"i'm sorry", he mumbled, like a spoiled little boy.
"jongin just helped me here because that's what he does, he's just like that."
chanyeol shrugged, pouting. "i can help you too."
you tilted your head to the side, taking a good look at chanyeol. you could almost literally see the little green monster called jealousy on his shoulder, pulling his big ear and telling him lies.
"yeah. yes, you can", you nodded, taking a step closer to him. "you could help me out by coming to my room tonight, what do you think?"
"wouldn’t you rather have jongin on your bed tonight?"
"um... i don't think his boyfriend will like that", you said, and laughed at how chanyeol looked at you when he heard the word 'boyfriend'. "besides, you know me way better than him now. i'm sure you're the only one who can help me with what i need."
chanyeol hummed, relaxing his features. he reached for you, holding your waist and pulling you close.
"keep talking..."
"and maybe, if you do it right, i can take you out on a date tomorrow... test jongin's theory..."
"what theory?"
you sighed, resting your hands on his chest. "he thinks you like me, and that you're jealous of him. he said that you look at me like he used to do, when he was in love with me."
"theory comproved, no need to test", chanyeol said, making you laugh.
"really? just by fucking?", you scrunched your nose. "i mean, you wouldn't be the first..."
"i live with you, y/n, so i know you, through and through. only someone crazy wouldn't fall in love with you", he said, looking into your eyes. "and not everyone can be as heartless as you are when it comes to sex..."
"hey!"
chanyeol laughed, leaning down to kiss your lips. you allowed him, missing the say jongin passed by the door, smiling at the two of you.
"and besides...", chanyeol whispered against your lips. "your sex is amazing, there's no way on earth i wouldn't fall in love with you when you fuck me like that..."
"chanyeol!, you screamed, as a warning, but it only made him laugh.
well, at least you had a date to go to.
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hii do you have a list of miraculous fics you think everyone should read at least once?
Anon, I have been excited to answer this request ever since I got it. What better way to celebrate my 50th Rec List (!!!!) than with my favourite fandom fics? 🎉🎉🎉
I've tried to choose fics with a variety of tones, from different fandom eras, and different authors. These fics are all special to me in some way, and whittling this list down was HARD. Others may have fics they think should be on this list, and to those people I say: make your own rec list. This one's mine. 😘
Experimental Kisses by @komorebirei
Ladybug watched him. Maybe it was guilt, maybe sympathy, maybe a streak of playfulness. Maybe the traumatic akuma experience had softened her up. Whatever the reason, a thought wafted lazily through her mind and out of her mouth. “You know… you’re right. It isn’t fair, is it?”
Chat Noir looked up.
“I remember my first kiss, but you don’t.” She hummed and tapped her chin, making a show of remembering. “It wasn’t a bad kiss, but we were in the middle of fighting an akuma, so I didn’t get to enjoy it much, either.”
Oops—that came out sounding a little, no, a lot more flirty than she had intended. Anyway, if she was going to commit to this idea, she may as well go all in.
One-shot. Ladybug offers to kiss Chat since he doesn’t remember their kiss and the way she reacts to the kiss…it lives in my mind rent-free. I have fallen asleep many a night fantasizing about what the repercussions of the kiss might look like. One of my absolute favourite Ladynoir fics.
team is a four letter word by @ladyofthenoodle
Alya didn’t want to come between Ladybug and Chat Noir. But she didn’t want to stop being Rena Rouge either. And if Chat Noir didn’t want to talk to her, then she’d need to find a different way to prove all three of them could be a team.
Her plan unintentionally brings a few secrets to light, which leads to even more secrets coming to light, which leads to… well, Alya is sure it’ll all work out eventually.
Multi-chapter. Warning, this fic is a WIP! (But there’s only one chapter to go.) Honestly, I didn’t want to have any WIPs on this list and I was lowkey hoping that it would be finished before I posted this list but I’m obsessed with this one and couldn’t leave it off. It’s literally one of the BEST fics in the entire fandom and, I think, the absolute best delving into the characterization and relationship dynamics of the core four. This fic feels so dynamic and complex, with all of the characters feelings so like themselves and each having their own distinct voices. The conflict is so well done and so realistic. It’s such a fantastic tackling of the issues that came up in the last couple seasons and I cannot rave about it enough!!
œuf ouch owie by @ominousunflower
Chat Noir enlists Rena Rouge's help to create an Aspik illusion. Absolutely nothing goes wrong.
Ladybug smiles. “I wanted to drop by and welcome Aspik. I know it must be a little intimidating, being surrounded by so many veteran heroes…so, welcome! We’re glad to have you on board.”
“I look like an egg!” Aspik announces, T-posing.
Chat turns to Rena, feeling like he has been punched in the solar plexus. What the hell? he mouths.
Rena grimaces, her eyes wide with panic. Stomach sinking, Chat remembers one of the first things he learned about the Fox Miraculous: that if Rena Rouge isn’t focused, her illusions go haywire.
Oh, no.
One-shot. This is hands down the FUNNIEST fic in the entire fandom asdfghjkl like I have read this fic at least 50 times and I still laugh out loud every single time. If you have somehow failed to read this fic before, read it now. You won’t regret it!
lucky (we're in love in every way) by @carpisuns
Chat Noir is Adrien, and Marinette is freaking out. If she manages to quiet her internal screaming, maybe she can also find the guts to tell him her identity too. And maybe they'll actually live happily ever after—well, as soon as Tikki and Plagg are done humiliating them.
One-shot. This fic just makes me so incredibly happy. Like it puts a smile on my face every single time I read it (and I have read it many, many times!) I love Marinette’s reactions and Adrien’s sweetness and the kwamis just absolutely ROASTING both of them. Marissa has written a ton of amazing fics for this fandom (seriously we are so lucky to have her) and I was tempted by others (like tell me something i don't know) but in the end, I had to follow my heart with this one.
Your Kitty by @gabriel-agreste-has-no-rights
“Such a dramatic kitty.” Marinette scratched under his chin, bringing a smile to his face and a purr to his throat.
Your kitty, he didn’t say.
Wait. What?
(The one where Chat Noir thinks he needs pats like a cat, only to find out he may have jumped to the wrong conclusion.)
One-shot. When I think of Marichat, this is THE fic I think of. Adrien being touch starved is 100% my headcanon now. This is just so sweet! Marinette’s affection and Adrien’s determination to do the right thing no matter the personal cost and the way they fell for each other without meaning to... Also I love that they both encouraged the other to go back to their original crushes because that makes so much sense!!
rattle my cage by @lnc2
In which history, despite Alya's best efforts, does not repeat itself.
One-shot. I am always here for Adrien being rash and Marinette being smart and capable and just switching to treating him as Chat absolutely seamlessly after a reveal. I absolutely love the vibes of this one.
Chasing the C/h/atwalk. by @runningoutofink
Paris. The city of lights, love and fashion. Follow the progress of Marinette Dupain Cheng as she enters the extremely competitive world of Reality television for a chance to be the winner of Project Runway: France.
Multi-chapter. It should come as no surprise by now that I’m a sucker for reality tv and this is my absolute favourite reality cross in the fandom! I love that it’s canon compliant, and frankly the idea of Marinette and Adrien as designer and model on Project Runway is friggin’ BRILLIANT. The slow burn and pining are delicious, and the identity reveal is incredibly well done! (And it has a steamy sequel, Meet me in the Middle, which is 🔥🔥🔥 and intensely satisfying after all of that build up.)
daydream by @clairelutra
you're my daydream
you know that i've been thinking about you lately
In which Adrien finds out Ladybug is Marinette, and beats the 'this is fine' dog at his own game.
One-shot. Shout-out to the author for realizing way before canon let on that Adrien is way more likely to figure out Marinette than the reverse! And then absolutely murdering us with this intense slow burn that absolutely drips with mutual pining and UST.
What Will You Do When Everyone Knows? by @sariahsue
They stepped in closer, shoulder to shoulder to catch the akuma as she landed, but she twisted in midair, landing squarely in front of Cat Noir, swiping at him. He stepped back, trying to keep his balance. Her fingertips almost touched his face, and Ladybug felt her stomach lurch.
“Duck!” she yelled to him as she whipped her yoyo around. He did, but unfortunately, the akuma woman did, too. Ladybug suddenly had no target to latch onto and lost her balance. Her stomach twisted again as she pitched forward. Black hands darted forward to catch her, but too late she realized it wasn’t her partner. Cold gloves caught her shoulder and neck, then slid up her face, brushing past her earrings. Cold. The woman’s touch froze Ladybug’s breath in her throat.
Then there was something warm around her middle. Cat Noir’s shout sounded distant as he pulled her away. As the woman’s black gloves left her face, Ladybug felt even more heat being pulled from her, along with… something else.
Multi-chapter. There really isn’t another fic in the fandom like this one. The akuma is original and provides an absolutely amazing premise for this fic. We have mystery, intrigue, and a huge upset to the status quo with the public revealing of Ladybug’s identity. I also loved the dramatic irony of Marinette being unable to understand Chat’s reactions to things that make perfect sense to us readers. It’s got amazing characterizations and suspense, and I love it!
But All I’m Seeing Is You by @chelseaapproved
After Ladybug finds out Adrien is her Chat Noir, they start dating. She didn’t think it’d be so hard to keep her identity a secret from him. She also didn’t realize how much it would affect her friendship with him as Marinette.
One-shot. This might be my favourite ladrien of all time. It’s only about 5k, but man does it ever pack in a lot of emotion and relationship development and I really, really, really love it. I really felt how much they love each other in this one and Marinette is just so, so wonderful to Adrien and he’s so wonderful to her and if you haven’t already please read this.
A Miraculous Reveal by @kasienda
Series of one-shots and drabbles all centered around The Reveal Moment. Identities will be revealed, feelings will be confessed, and secrets will be discovered through contrived situations, accidents, meddling friends, desperate moments, and moments of emotional vulnerability. Each chapter is a self contained piece. Love-square focused, but will not remain exclusive to them. Each chapter will have its own trigger warnings.
Collection of one-shots. I feel a little like I’m cheating in including a collection here, but like most of us in this fandom, I’m an absolute sucker for identity reveals, and @kasienda is especially talented at writing them! Every single one of these is beautiful, amazing and worth reading at least once.
the wonderful part of the mess that we made by heresie_irisee
They knew.
They knew, and there would be no magical reset button for the memories they'd made today. She'd have to see him at school every day, and she'd see the Chat in him, as surely as he'd see the Ladybug in her.
One-shot. Oblivio is probably my favourite episode and this is such a great alternate take on it. The mutual pining is so, so, so good! Especially love Marinette struggling to assimilate Adrien’s identities and Adrien’s obliviousness.
The following fics are amazing and absolutely worth reading, but do feature sexual content, so minors beware.
The Ladybugs and The Bees by @bullysquadess
AKA the early-fandom Ladynoir puberty fic that spiraled waaaaay out of proportion.
Multi-chapter. I’ve avoided reccing this fic for so long as it was literally the most kudosed fic in the entire fandom when I joined. However, the kudos are well-earned and I can’t make a list of must reads without including it. I love the ladynoir, the way it builds slowly, the focus on the developing relationship, both physical and otherwise, the yearning and the devotion and the vulnerability. And, of course, the steamy scenes are fantastic!! The whole thing is just so well developed and feels so grounded and real. I absolutely love it.
one night of moonlight by @mirthaculous
i’ll always think of you
inside of my private thoughts
i can imagine you
touching my private parts
2:13 ok im texting you now like i promised instead of drunktexting adrien and telling him how badly i want his cock tonight. arent you proud of me?
2:19 this is Adrien, hi.
Marinette’s brain-to-mouth filter isn’t great on the best of days. Add some beer and some misplaced texts, and things get a little more… interesting.
One-shot. Rated M. This is one of my favourite fics of all time. This is so steamy, seriously the UST is off the charts!! It is absolutely unreal how much these two want each other and the mutual pining and they’re so stupid and this fic literally killed me and I thanked it.
#ml#miraculous ladybug#ml fanfic#ml fic rec#ml fic recs#ml love square#adrienette#adrinette#ladynoir#marichat#ladrien#prpr#identity reveal#fic recs#jennarecsml
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i urgently need a cute moment where muichiro and the reader finally have their first kiss ahhhhh😩
[Chapter title: Fumbling Sparks]
[Requested] Muichiro Tokitou x Reader
Wattpad:(One shots) Tokito Muichiro x Reader
Archive:Kimetsu No Yaiba: Tokitou Muichiro x Reader
Master list:♠ Information ♠
Word count: 848
Artist: natsuneco_02 [夏猫]
Links; Twitter
This short one-shot is inspired on Bless's recent headcanons (I recommend checking out the adorable ideas presented there~) and I want to give a special mention and thanks to her for granting me permission to use them. Thank you very much~ I hope this fulfills your request, Anon~ ♥
Y/n had just returned from her assigned mission, she entered the mist pillar's estate, feeling a sense of relief as she made her way to the tatami floors where Muichiro Tokito, her fellow hashira and boyfriend, was waiting for her. The scent of warm food filled the air, indicating that a meal was prepared for them.
Y/n slid open the door to the tatami room, stepping inside and found Muichiro sitting cross-legged on the floor, his mint orbs focused on her.
"Welcome back." Muichiro greeted her with a gentle smile.
The mist pillar had a reputation among his fellow Demon Slayers for his distant and detached demeanor. His expression often held a hint of apathy, and his gaze seemed distant, as if his thoughts were elsewhere. Many considered him cold and unapproachable, unable to break through the walls he had built around himself.
However, when it came to Y/n, everything changed. Muichiro's usual facade melted away, revealing a side of him that only Y/n had the privilege to witness. In her presence, his eyes sparkled with warmth and tenderness, and his stoic features softened into a gentle smile.
Y/n returned the smile, a wave of relief washing over her. "Thank you, Mui. It was a tough mission, but I managed to complete it without any major issues."
Sitting down, Y/n couldn't help but appreciate the sight before her—the warm, inviting food, and Muichiro's serene expression.
As they began to eat, their conversation flowed easily. They talked about their respective missions, sharing stories and experiences, occasionally punctuated by soft laughter.
As the conversation continued, Muichiro's fingers hovered over the chopsticks, his thoughts drifting back to the topic with Mitsuri. The memory of her words about the term ‘kiss’ caused a flicker of uncertainty to pass through him.
Muichiro, despite being in an official relationship with Y/n, still felt inexperienced when it came to matters of romance and the actions expected of a couple. The simplest gestures that many couples took for granted were uncharted territory for him.
Feeling a mix of curiosity and apprehension, Muichiro's gaze shifted from Y/n to the untouched food on his plate. He considered the implications of what Mitsuri had said and wondered.
Muichiro's gaze lingered on Y/n, the silence between them stretched on, creating an air of uncertainty and tension. Y/n couldn't help but feel a mix of curiosity and confusion, her brows furrowed slightly, unsure of what Muichiro was thinking or trying to convey.
Taking a deep breath, Muichiro gathered his courage, he leaned in to kiss Y/n. However, in his nervousness and lack of experience, his aim went awry. Their heads collided with an unintentional force, resulting in a rather comical and unexpected outcome.
"Ouch!" they both exclaimed simultaneously, recoiling from the collision. Their hands instinctively went to their foreheads, massaging the sore spot where their heads had met.
Muichiro apologized, his face flushed with embarrassment. "I'm sorry…”
"Mui-! Are you okay?" Y/n asked worriedly, her voice laced with concern.
Muichiro took a moment to collect himself, trying to hide his embarrassment behind a calm facade. "I'm okay, Y/n," he assured her, his voice a little quieter than usual.
“What were you trying to do?”
Muichiro felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him as he struggled to find the right words. After pausing for a moment to gather his thoughts, he finally managed to speak up.
"I... I was trying to kiss you," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
Y/n's eyes widened in surprise, and a rush of warmth spread across her cheeks, turning them a deep shade of red as Muichiro's words sank in. His straightforwardness and genuine confession never failed to catch her off guard, even in moments of mishaps.
She couldn't help but find his earnestness endearing, feeling a mixture of surprise, affection, and amusement. The image of Muichiro's attempt to kiss her, only to result in an adorable failure, played in her mind, making her heart flutter with fondness.
Y/n's soft giggle escaped her lips, and she found herself unable to resist the endearing flutter in her heart. With a whisper, “we can try again.” her voice filled with a mixture of shyness and anticipation.
Muichiro's face lit up at Y/n's suggestion, his eyes reflecting a spark of excitement. His lips curved up into a gentle smile as he leaned in once again, determined to make their second attempt a success. The air crackled with anticipation as their lips met in a sweet, tender peck, this time achieving the desired outcome.
A gentle warmth spread through both Y/n and Muichiro as their lips connected, a moment filled with affection and the shared understanding of their growing bond.
A soft smile graced Y/n's lips as they pulled away from the kiss, her cheeks flushing with a deep shade of pink. Muichiro's eyes held a mixture of tenderness and pride, his heart brimming with happiness at the successful kiss.
Muichiro held onto the memory of that special moment, the way Y/n's lips felt against his, the warmth that enveloped them, and the fluttering of his heart.
#muichiro x y/n#demon slayer kimetsu no yaiba#fanfiction#muichiro x reader#muichiro tokito#demon slayer#kimetsu no yaiba#one shot#female reader#x reader#requested#fluff#heartwarming#kny x reader#kny x you#anime x reader#demon slayer x reader#anime x y/n#demon slayer x y/n#demon slayer x you#kny muichiro#muichiro x you#kimetsu muichiro#kny x y/n#mist hashira#kimetsu no yaiba hashira#kny hashira#request#first kiss
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Hi! Pearl is impeccable! It needs more recognition!
Not sure if you take requests for like side blurbs but I really want to know how Eddie is handling princess being away? Thank you!
hello, anon! <3 thank you very much, i appreciate you taking the time to leave me your sweet words! 😇 as for how eddie is dealing with his fav girl being a thousand miles away, think it would go something like the below - hope you enjoy!
pearl: september 1984 [drabble]
content warnings: best friends to lovers, oblivious idiots in love, adult language, use of pet names, self-doubt / insecurities, mentions of recreational drug use - unedited - if i missed anything, pls let me know!
pearl masterlist
“So princess, be honest now, how much do you really miss me?”
The question rolls off Eddie's tongue as he stretches. He’d been sitting on a stool by the wall with the phone pressed to his ear for the last hour and a half. His back was starting to hurt, though he’d gladly stay here all night if it meant I could continue talking to the girl he loved.
“If you’re curious whether I’ve finally replaced you, the answer is no.”
Your tone of voice is melodic and Eddie pictures you smiling on the other line. His heart skips a beat at the thought.
“Well, I am unique. You’ll never find anyone like me, no matter how hard you try," he states confidently.
You chuckle. “How very modest of you, Eds.”
“That’s me. Eddie Munson, king of modesty.”
“More like the king of douchery.”
“Ouch,” he dramatises, a smirk circling his lips, “are you trying to hurt my feelings, princess?”
“Maybe,” you answer honestly, “or maybe I just miss you and poking fun makes me feel like I’m there beside you.”
Eddie smiles wide against the headset. I desperately wish you were here, he thinks but doesn't dare say the words out loud in case it steers the conversation in a direction he couldn’t really avoid. Or rather a conversation he wasn’t ready to have, despite his strong feelings towards you.
“When are you coming home?” Eddie asks instead, “There’s only so many times I can listen to Pearl without you before it starts to depress me. A cruel punishment, you leaving me that tape, princess. I know you meant well, but shit.”
The two of you hadn’t seen each other in five weeks. That’s the longest you have gone without a physical interaction since the day you first met and the metalhead didn’t quite realise just how much you had positively taken over his life until you were no longer there.
School especially was shit without you. Every day felt so mundane, borderline imprisonment. Repeating senior year wasn’t an ideal scenario anyway, but having to do it all over again without you was an even bigger disappointment, to say the least.
Eddie spent his days wondering what you got up to and honestly just counted down the minutes until your scheduled evening call. Hearing your voice every night made everything better, yet it hurt him all at the same time. As you detailed your day over the phone, he held his breath while hoping you hadn’t met anyone that would come close to replacing him.
Or worse — anyone you'd end up loving.
Selfish? Yes. He had no right to keep you all to himself, especially since you had no clue as to how he really felt.
And with every day that passed, it was getting harder for Eddie to keep this secret. Once the confession almost slipped out when he was high out of my mind and you laughed over the phone at one of his rather pathetic jokes — not ideal.
So he debated coming up with a plan to finally tell you during Thanksgiving, if nothing got in the way before that. However, at the same time, was honesty really worth risking the best friendship he's ever had?
Probably not.
as always, thank you for reading! pls be so kind to reblog & tell me what you think - ily
pearl masterlist
#eddie munson#eddie munson fanfiction#eddie munson fic#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson angst#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x female reader#eddie munson x female character#eddie munson x you#eddie munson x fem!reader#eddie munson x female!reader#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson x best friend reader#eddie munson best friend#best friends to lovers#pearl (eddies version)
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hi just wondering and i know you may have answered this so i haven't seen but you said after episode 5 you were never more confident that buddie is endgame and it's happening, just wondering now that the season has played out if you still feel that way. i think the finale pretty much cemented that buck is going to play a central role in eddie's storyline next season and he's going to be there with him throughout that entire mess and echo what he told Maddie love was in the S5 finale. But just curious to hear your thoughts, hope you're having a nice afternoon
I've gotten a lot of asks about this and this is the only one I'll answer, just this once.
tl;dr: my answer hasn't changed! I still think the show will have these two end up together at some point. The longer answer under the cut has more of my ramblings but this is really it.
I love the way Buck and Eddie's relationship was written this season—I'm not primarily saying in relation to their (maybe eventual) romantic relationship, but just how much the show established them as a family and how they always show up for each other and love each other so fiercely and steadily. I don't think my belief that we will get Buck and Eddie as endgame has wavered in either direction now that the season has ended—I've thought they were going there at least since the shooting (which, ouch, we all were right) and that has not changed.
I do think season 8 is going to be pretty telling in terms of the direction forward though. I'll be interested to see how they develop their relationship in ways we haven't seen before—to your point, I don't think it would be at all surprising at this point to have Buck play a role in Eddie's story line next season—we've seen them established as a family for a long time now, so what else are they adding to it? Will we see Eddie contemplate the shooting further and whatever realization he arguably had as he looked at Buck while bleeding out? Will we see him contemplate his own self more as Christopher is away—his relationship to his faith, to his culture, to masculinity, to his mother, his sexuality? There is so much potential here for the way forward and I do think this has to be Eddie's journey primarily. I'm not saying Buck won't be there, he will be, but these are not necessarily only in service of him getting together with Buck and I think it's a disservice to look at it exclusively through that lens. I think it'll be interesting for him to examine a lot of these especially as a person like Gerard is in command of the 118, when Bobby has always been such a safe space and a mirror in so many ways for Eddie.
As the story stands now, I still think both their individual series-long arcs would only be satisfying if they end up together. But—and here's where I might get crucified—I think they could choose to develop Buck's relationship with Tommy further if they decide to go a different way. I'm not saying they are or they would, and I don't think they're there now, but I personally see the potential for Tommy to be developed into Buck's endgame love interest over the course of the next season or so, should they choose for whatever reason to go that way. Once again, just to spare my inbox from all the screaming anons, I'm not saying this is what they're doing, and I would be disappointed if we don't get to have Buck and Eddie, and I think it would be narratively dissatisfying as the story stands now, even though I really like Bucktommy and have enjoyed seeing them so far. I personally think next season would be an interesting place to see what direction these story lines turn. Ultimately, I think it is highly, highly likely we see Buck and Eddie together and I'm confident, but yeah, these are my thoughts at the end of this season. An obligatory PSA that these are my opinions and you should make up your own mind about it and I'm not saying I'm right or wrong. Folks can leave me asks about what they think but I'm unlikely to discuss this any more apart from talking to mutuals in DMs.
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hi hi, tis I 💋anon. I would like to say both fics were fucking FANTASTIC OMG. (also the terezicaptor bit was also so fucking cool?? youre both so cool????) Im also assuming the aggressive makeout means you liked it? So in a kinda? similar vein-
Vampire Pac and either Fit or Tubbo bleeding? or both (I was thinkin period but like, cooking or fighting also work wonderfully). could so go him fawning over them when theyre bleeding or like, agressive protective, borderline controlling not letting them do Anyhing (or a uh.. different direction cougg cough) I dont have much other than simply Vibes to give srry that this is so chaotic.
hope you're having a good day! sorry that val wasnt great, many many kisses, both agressive and soft, you deserve all of em :>
THANK YOU <3 no you're so cool! Aggressive makeout mean im In Love with you, gen ur the fucking sweetest <3
The first time they noticed how protective Pac was was when they were cooking. It was an accident. A slip of Fit's hand and the knife was being fumbled in his hand.
"Ouch," he hissed as the blood trickled down his palm.
Tubbo saw the change in Pac instantly. The way his eyes widened, his pupils darkening as his fangs pushed past his lips. Pac rushed over, grabbing a band aid as he did. Cradling Fit's hand gently, he licked the blood gently off the other man's hand while Fit and Tubbo watched curiously. He laid down the band aid with a sealing kiss.
Only Tubbo noticed how possessive he turned afterwards. How he seemed to fawn over Fit's every move to try and prevent him from getting hurt in any capacity. While Fit was opening the oven, Tubbo grabbed Pac by the arm and pulled him close. “You're being so protective,” he teased as Pac flushed.
“I just care about you guys, okay?”
“Yeah, okay, bossman.”
Pac huffed. “I'm serious.”
“Yeah, okay. It's totally not some weird ass vampire instinct shit that tells you to protect us from everything.”
“Cale-se.”
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He was nearly unbearable when the men were on their periods. Something about being able to smell the blood coming out of them made him feral as a dog. They had to get used to being wrapped up in blankets while Pac ran around trying to pamper them as much as humanly possible.
Their friends learned to stay away very quickly. When Pac was deep in his instincts he was a kill first, ask questions later type of guy. After two near attacks, everyone knew to stay far far away if they smelled blood coming from the house.
“Part of me is sad they don't try and come around,” Tubbo whispered to Fit the moment Pac left the room. They were curled up in bed together pretending they were annoyed at the pampering but loving it.
“Why?” Fit asked, squinting at him.
“Hot.”
He laughed, open and honest.
The door cracked open and Pac stuck his head in with slitted eyes. “I heard that.”
Tubbo rolled his eyes. “Oh so I'm not allowed to call you hot now? Wowwwww, I see how it is.” The next moment he was bending over in pain and Pac was rushing over to bring him a new hot pad.
“Now, now, now, you see what happens when you bitch at me. Take the coddling. Rest.”
Tubbo rolled his eyes but he was smiling. “Yes, sir,” he said with a mocking salute. “Just don't rip anyone to shreds without us. I want something to drool over.”
#qsmp#my writing#fanfiction#poly morning crew#q!tubbo#q!fit#q!pac#heres some poly morning crew to recover from our streamer losing 3/3 guys#💋 anon
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hii, its 💌 anon coming reallll late but happy anniversary :)) i was gone for so long bc i had school and so much other things but i am back‼️ with pantalone thoughts….and dottore thoughts ofc teehee.
akademiya zandik writing reader letters but then he was like “okay no, im not that whipped (he is) i’m gonna toss it somewhere else” but he ends up keeping it in a box. fragile reader on the other hand used to always write him letters :(( and ofcourse he kept them all. they were always well decorated and had the most beautiful wiring but after reader got sick, he didnt get them anymore. the younger clones would probably make little get well soon cards while the older ones write letters and all :(. (also fits reader literally writing him a letter in the case,, yk,, they die)
meanwhile, in pantaloneland, reader and him watched barbie together!!! he wore pink and the entire shebang, probably even rented….bought an entire theater for the private viewing for the both of you. (its actually js a theater version of the barbie movie. no movies back then so…play! arlie would love it too). BUT!! he js hates ken in the middle of it. “i would never ever get rid of your barbie dream house, darling :(“ because honestly? it makes him sad. how can someone just strip things that their lover likes away just to be better? it reminded him a bit of his own bitter childhood, and because of that, he buys you even more things after <3
“pantalone, i dont need that many outfits-“
“just indulge me darling :) you’ve been with me since i was young, its only fair i return the favor”
- 💌
HI 💌 ANON! Welcome back ❤️ I hope you've been doing good and taking care of yourself!! AND AGHHH THANKS FOR YOU FOR THOUGHTS 😭🤲
ZANDIK WRITING LETTERS 😔💖 He thinks that instead of verbalizing his feelings, he can water them down and make them all professional like he does in his notes/research reports... WRONG. Within the first sentence, he looks at it and stops because wtf there's no way he's gonna continue writing this sappy shit (it wasn't even sappy he was showing that he cared about you a bit more than the average person) But you on the other hand? You don't care if you sound too emotional or sappy or in love or not. You just write what you wanna write. Zandik will scoff and make fun of you but you know he keeps all of them. Where? You don't know, but you just know.
But it's only after it's too late that he realizes how much he likes the little letters he used to receive from you. (UR EVIL FOR THAT LAST PART.) Stop now I'm thinking about bb Zandy giving you a card... he drew you two with crayons 💖
NOT PANTALONE AND YOU WATCHING BARBIE... I haven't seen it yet but I'm beyond excited to go and watch it whenever I'm able to!! Psh, he doesn't even need to buy a theater because you know he been had one for years!! But OUCH not the angst at the end ;( Ugh he literally loves and respects you so much, he can't fathom the thought of ever hurting you on purpose.
In your closet, there are two types of outfits. The ones you wear regularly, and the ones you wore only once because Pantalone makes you try on everything he buys you. Oftentimes you have to enlist your husband for help choosing outfits and accessories because you probably get overwhelmed by your closet being the size of a big bedroom 😭
#smooches talks#💌 anon#fragile reader <3#i rlly need to write a fic with fragile reader being healed#pantaloneland <3#ive been wanting to watch barbie all summer 😭 i hope i can go see it soon#everytime i see pantalone spoil his partner it makes me an unhealthy amount of happy#like sir u should not spend that much on me but I'm flattered at the same time#man if someone ever disrespected u#pantalone would be more pissed thAN YOU#need me a man like that fr
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