#sorry i just think he is mean and smug and evil .
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ur honor i love him
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Uhhh i been thinking how about yan two alphas competing for a Omega nerdy Male reader.... Like imagine a yan jock alpha that "needs" helps on whatever test/exam (When in reality he only wants the male reader) but the yan bully alpha see that as a threat because he also wants the reader and there is no way he leting a stupid jock take him away from him..
I can also imagine that the reader gets rail from both of them after they realise that the reader is probably "save" with the both of them (Is like a way to not give up on the reader and also keeping him close even if they hate sharing the reader :3)...
real. i like the jock n bully thing so i might reuse that as some kinda ramble fic,,, sorry for any mistakes, subbot reader
yan alpha jock + bully duo x nerdy omega reader
cw;; dubcon, plain nsfw, spitroasting - tiny dick having reader
jock and delinquent... nearly always going at it. couldnt help but snap at each other - the lingering scent of the other around your locker - you just had to know what was up right? no way you were that much of an oblivious moron... jock believes that you do know about his like towards you, and you're just a flustered little thing not knowing what to do with himself, no idea how to react to such a big strong guy taking a liking to you!!
no worries, he'll help you come out of your shell, silly-! wouldn't you rather he help you than that wretched fucking bastard delinquent? haha, yeah, he figured... sauntering up so confidently to your locker, nose twitching at your apparent flusteredness - what happened while he was away for a brief moment?! god dont look at him with those wide little eyes, he doesnt want you to be scared of him,,, though he cannot deny the feeling of his prick twitching at your intent, wide-eyed stare... looking like a bunny in shock. yeah, he understands why you would be surprised... him loitering around your locker and finally having the courage to actually talk to you so confidently!!
merely scheduling a time to tutor him is all... he desperately needs it - calling himself such an idiot as he nearly begs you for it - answering with a soft;; "alright! alright, yesㅡsure, jeez..." aw, he's sorry he's a bit pushy, but you have to demand these sort of things with someone so nervous like you-! ecstatically sauntering away the way he came... score! a tutoring session with his adorable little guy he stalks on the down lowㅡhah! beat that! all fucking smug as he so happens to pass by the dude he was ruling against... tossing him an evil, cruel look. that fucking bastardㅡ
ㅡ"what do you think youre doing?" he burst into the classroom you were occupying - an onega and alpha alone together - and it's not you and him!??! - so suddenly - you, squeaking in surprise that he pauses a moment to assess you... before turning his attention to that wretched jock
ㅡ"i'm being tutored, what does it look like?" he grumbles, cocking an eyebrow with his hand on your inner thigh. it doesn't quite look like ... he's being tutored. observing your embarrassed, hunched over figure, nearly squirming away from jock's touch - "man, th-that.. just isn't fair..." delinquent hisses in disappointment, stepping closer after locking the door behind him. the scent would be enough - of two alphas so clearly horny; infiltrating your nostrils and overpowering your sense of logicㅡ"this isn't a fair fight!" he continues, lurking closer - "you taking advatange of him-!" truly, a mindless rant. to try and curve his aggression as he smells the lingering scents of embarrassment and arousal - god, stop staring at him like that?!!
"ye-yeah i mean he'll- with us as his-" delinquent pauses, grumbling and huffing as he inhales the scent of your delicious fucking scent and nearly cumming before willing himself; stiffening and grabbing hold of your hips to ground himself;; "he'll be fine with both of us around you fucking idiot, don't you ever think?" he snarked, nearly snarling as he jerks forward - grinding his into your rear roughlyㅡ
they just cant help themselves, you know... your scent filling their brains and all they can think about is filling you to the brim. snd it looks that way you're thinking the same thing, huh??? i mean - practically eyefucking them right??!!! it'a your own fault!
"isn't he so pretty." jock mumbled, eyes raking over your figure strewn out over the desk they were going to have to dispose of - "he's so cute. so compliant... he's actually pretty calm with both of us here huh?" mentioning casually with a truely breathless moan of a voice; yes, calm - your face tear stricken and darkened in color with a blush, choking around his cock and trying so hard to swallow and to calm yourself downㅡyes, that's good.. you're doing so good.
"no need to be so angry..." jock mumbled, nearly in a trace, staring down at you so lovingly and ever so gently grazing his palm along your cheek. praising you.. "be gentle with him, you jackass. he deserves it." he scoffs, passing a cruel glare toward the other - gently caressing your face; completely unminding of your tears and drool dribbling down your face. seeming to find you pretty either way...
ㅡit was a true wonder how the two top dogs weren't brawling over who gets to stick their dick inside you first - quite complacent with their positions... one getting to stare into your eyes and pet you while you take his cock down your hollowed out throat and the other getting to feel the walls of your heat clamping on his prick - nearly sucking his fat length into you;; both inhaling the scent of your pungent arousal and obvious embarrassment - it was seen as a plus to fucking you as it permeates the room. "s-shut up! don't tell me how to treat him..." he complains, jaw tensing as he hunches over, nearly panting.
"at least I'm the one who gets to feel their tongue on his cock first.." he hisses, gloating as he slowly rocks into your mouth; tongue along the underside of his girth and instinctively hollowing your throat... and him, making sure to gently caress your tears away and praise you for taking him so well, taking him fully that your nose was buried in his trimmed cut. "-and i'm the one who gets to feel their tight little walls clamp on my cock - first." delinquent snarls- slick dripping down ones' sack before he glances downward at your sudden tighteningㅡloosening his strong grip on your waist with guilt riddling his toughened expression...
ㅡ"a-ah, sorry, sweetheart..." delinquent's grumbling voice could be heard faintly over the sound of your soft sobs and mewling... fumbling around and reaching downward inbetween your trembling legs - cum dribbling from your prick that he so gently takes hold of. "so tiny..." he snickers breathlessly, hips snapping forward as he languidly strokes your cock completely messy with your cum - "just like it's cute owner..."
#yandere alpha.....#ocs =͟͟͞͞★#x male reader#male reader#x bttm male reader#x sub male reader!#sub male reader#bttm male reader#dom male character#top male character!#yandere x male reader#yandere oc x reader#yandere male x male reader#yandere m x m reader#yandere male x reader
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heeeeey bestie >:) i think it’s a NEED (not a want) that i get a blurb with prompt #5 of those best friends that fool around
this has been in my drafts for literal months, so here's a lil treat for u hehe | kinda mean steve, fwb w a hint of feelings if u squint (i can't help myself), fingering, afab!reader 18+ only!! mdni!!
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Steve knows you like the back of his hand. Better, even. He knows your favorite flower, knows what will cheer you up after a bad day, knows what you look like after an ugly cry, knows how to make you laugh so hard you can’t breathe. That comes with the territory of being friends for your entire life. And now that you’ve… expanded your definition of friendship, he knows you even better. So he definitely knows when you’re about to cum, and is using it to his advantage.
“Asshole!”
The word comes out with much less bite than you intend, sounding more than a little pathetic as you let out a hiccupy sob. Steve’s been teasing you for what feels like hours, which, okay, is maybe deserved, considering you went out of your way to make him jealous, but this is bordering on cruel. The way he’s brought you to the edge more than once, with his mouth, his fingers, only to pull away before you can cum. Your thighs tremble around his figure, cunt clenching around nothing; a protest of your ruined orgasm.
He laughs, sounding smug as his eyes glint in the dim light of his bedroom, “What’s wrong, babe? I thought this was what you wanted. Wanted my attention, and now you have it.” As if to prove his point, two of his fingers dip into the well of slick at your entrance.
You let loose a breathless whine, your hips jerking in a desperate attempt to get Steve right where you want him. It works — if only for a moment — as his fingers slide to your clit, drawing another choked whimper from you, “Steve— f-fuck, please—“
It’s nearly evil, the grin on his face. He’s so pleased with himself, knowing exactly what will draw more of the noises he loves out of you. What will make you beg until he actually gives you what you want. Knows that if he draws a line up your inner thigh and cups your perfect cunt in his palm, you’ll make another pretty noise as you grind against the heel of his hand, desperate for anything.
“Fuckin’ hell,” he mutters under his breath. This is almost as torturous for him as it is for you, his cock hard and straining against the fabric of his boxers at the sound of your moans. He doesn’t want to show his cards quite yet, though, and slowly circles one digit over your entrance, “Please what, baby? Christ, you’re wet, huh? There somethin’ you want?”
“Want—“ you cut yourself off with a sharp inhale, jaw clenching and body tensing when Steve brushes your clit again with a featherlight touch, “Want you. Please, Steve. W-wanna cum—“
“Aw,” Steve coos, feigning sympathy as he pushes his lips out to match the pout on yours, “You wanna cum, babe?”
You nod frantically, hair crushed against his pillow underneath you, “Please. Need you.” Your cheek presses to your shoulder as you blink up at Steve and murmur an apology, “I— ‘m sorry for fl-flirting with him. Only w-want you, Steve. Only need you.”
Steve’s heart melts a bit, flutters in his chest at your admission, and he eases up on you despite himself, sinking two long fingers into your tight heat. You let out a shuddering gasp, a high-pitched whine as you clench around his fingers. He twitches in his boxers, all but growling as he leans over and captures your lips with his, fingers curling deep inside of you. It’s not quite enough, but you’re so close to falling apart, and you moan into the kiss.
He can’t find it in himself to continue denying you the pleasure you’re desperate for, and pulls back just enough to watch your face contort into one of bliss as his fingers pump in and out of you, the pad of his thumb finding your clit. “Gonna cum on my fingers, pretty girl?”
“Yes!” you gasp, writhing against the sheets, against Steve’s touch, as a white heat twists in your tummy like a coil about to snap. The thumb on your clit doubles down as your face scrunches up; Steve knows you well enough to know just how close you are, and with all the teasing, it doesn’t take long until you fall apart, his name on your lips.
“There you go. Atta girl,” Steve says as he lifts his hand to his lips, still a little smug, though it’s tinged with his own want. “Think you can handle my cock, baby? Think you can cum again for me?”
#steve harrington smut#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington#stevie#steve thots#kit writes#steve harrington imagine#steve harrington blurb
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Michael Kaiser — On Your Knees
PAIRING: Michael Kaiser/Reader
WORD COUNT: 2.9k
TYPE: Humor, Teasing, ERM I think y/n and kaiser might like each other 🤓
WARNING: Suggestive sorry (flirting is only verbal but explicit at times)
Kaiser always looks alright with his hair wet. Not, like, stunning or anything, but passable. Then you know it’ll start standing up in weird ways after it dries a little and he’ll ask Ness to help him with it — which, embarrassing, by the way.
But anyway. You wanted to check out the communal bath after you took a shower, figured you’d be alone because it was already bordering on late, and Kaiser followed you because why wouldn’t he. Not like you value your peace and solitude or anything. He can be such a pest sometimes.
You were telling him what Isagi told you — it’s called a sento and apparently it’s different from the more popular onsen — and he said you weren’t ‘worldly’ and that you weren’t ‘impressing him’ and then some more about how ‘everyone knows this.’ Shithead. You should spit in his breakfast tomorrow, if you remember.
Well, you like sitting in the bath, at least, so you’re not too sour right now. Even Kaiser being right next to you can’t ruin it.
“I like this Raichi guy,” you say.
Kaiser shakes his head a little to show you he disapproves. “Don’t tell me you mingle with them. Also, the guy’s always benched. He’s second-rate.”
“No, listen, he was telling me about this sexy soccer motto he has. I really wanna know what it’s about.”
“You’re embarrassing. If you’re in my entourage, you should act like it.”
“Dude, you’re just mad at Isagi ‘cause he was trending on football twitter more than you were that day,” you say.
“I’m not!”
Very persuasive argument coming from him here. It’ll take a lot out of you to take it apart. He’s fuming about it, too. Maybe it’s not so bad Kaiser came along if you can poke fun at him.
“I don’t know why you’re the favorite on the team, anyway,” you say. “They all die over your corny tattoo and not to mention how much you love showing it off. Not cool at all.”
“You wish you were me. Now you’re being jealous because no one likes you, and it’s making you look even uglier than usual,” says Kaiser, seeming to believe himself if the smug look on his face is anything to go by.
“I mean, I had a girlfriend till recently, you know.” Kaiser rolls his eyes, but you ignore him. He’s always doing this, pretending he doesn’t want to hear you. “She had this botched blue dye job and said things like ‘pussy power,’ with the crystals in her room and the tarot cards and all.”
“Yeah? Sounds great. Did you pick her up after a match, loser?”
You click your tongue and wag your finger at him just to be annoying. “No, I don’t fool around with fans. Seems more like your forte.”
He flicks the offending finger away. “I’ve never done that, you slanderous pig.”
“No, but listen, she didn’t care about football at all. She didn’t even know what a scissor kick is. Ooh, she drove me wild.” You sing the last part, looking up at the ceiling fondly as if you’re recalling a warm memory.
Kaiser narrows his eyes at you, frowning. “You’re one strange individual.” And what a pompous way to put it.
“But anyway, wanna know what kinda tattoo I’d get?”
“I seriously don’t care.”
“A skull with two guns. Hard as fuck.”
“You’re so lame. It’s appalling, and also probably why you got dumped.”
He’s taking the tattoo thing seriously. At least seriously enough to insult you over it. He’s even snickering at you in amusement. His face is always, how can you put it… snide, but he does look a touch more evil when he starts grinning and shit. What a hoot, though. Really.
“Nah, there was this guy. He wore suspenders with plaid polos and these little sweaters over them. They were sustainable. Sustainable. Can you believe it? Sustainable! I didn’t stand a chance.” You poke him on the neck, already distracted from what you were rambling about. Kaiser is going to bring up your low attention span soon, you can smell it on him. It doesn’t take any effort to reach out, though, what with him sitting so close next to you. “This isn’t such a bad spot for a tattoo, actually. I don’t know, maybe you were onto something.”
“Paws off,” he says, swatting you away like a bug. A pedestrian bug, probably, at least in his imagination. “You really wanna fondle me that badly, you’ll use any excuse to do so?”
“Paws!” you repeat, clapping. “You’re hysterical.”
Kaiser rolls his eyes again. He seems to like to do that a lot, at least in your presence. If there was such a thing as competitive eye-rolling, you wager he’d be good at it, maybe even better than he is at football.
“No, but listen-”
“God, I hate it when you say that,” he interrupts with a groan, then contradicts himself by also swinging an arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer just to yawn in your face with great exaggeration. The water is way too hot for this nonsense, so you push him away. “Because I never want to listen to you.”
“You’re crazy. Insane. It’s super clinical. Like, really.”
“Yes, I’m sure, unlike me, you’d pass a psychiatric evaluation because I’m crazy and you aren’t. Of course.”
“Imagine-”
“Can you stop topic-hopping?” Kaiser asks, annoyed. See, you knew he’d bring it up. “Does your head ever hurt with how much bullshit goes through it?”
You shush him. He scowls at you like you’re some mold growing in the bath, but you disregard his expression of disdain. “Imagine you’re having a nice day, I don’t know, at practice. Then I barge in with all of my asshole glory, right, and I walk up to you, and for no reason, I say, ‘On your knees,’ instead of greeting you. Isn’t that kinda deranged?”
Kaiser stares at you. To his credit, he’s decent at maintaining a poker face, but once he’s embarrassed, there’s no hiding it, no going back. Because no matter how much he does his usual male posturing or whatever it’s called, his face is all red, the blush even going up to his ears, mouth wavering the slightest bit. “W-What? In your dreams.”
“Oh, do you like getting bossed around or something?” you ask with the sensitivity of a numb toe. “That’s so pathetic.”
It’s quite the spectacle when his skin somehow becomes even more flush. Sick of your leering, maybe, Kaiser whips around, albeit not all the way, and covers his cheek with his hand while peering at you through his fingers. Finally, he decrees, “You suck,” with too much authority.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Forget about me, though. In that situation, do you spit or do you swallow?”
It’s unclear whether you’re getting any gratification out of this besides the satisfaction of flustering him, but you smile in amusement regardless. As if you care about Kaiser sitting there, looking all pretty and nervous because of some nonsense you’d been spewing. Not like you’re crazy about him or anything. That’d be ridiculous. You couldn’t be more unfazed if you tried.
You grab your towel with what you’d call impressive swiftness, then turn around and stand, covering yourself before preparing to go on your merry way. Kaiser pulls you back by the ankle, trying to trip you or something, the menace. Hilarious guy, really.
He is staring up at you in this petulant sort of way, grabbing onto his own towel with his other hand. “Why are you leaving so soon?” he asks, sounding peeved, as if you haven’t been here with him for an unreasonable amount of time already.
“I thought I should give you some privacy since you’re all hot and bothered now,” you say (with this douchebag laugh you have for situations like these, where you’re being a douchebag — self-explanatory), stepping out of his grip. Then you try to imitate his voice, but more high-pitched, accompanying your performance with a few vulgar hand gestures. “Oh, [Y/n], you slanderous pig! I think that’s what you’d sound like.”
“You’re such a lowlife,” he says, before all but leaping out of the bath and trying to maim you right here on the spot, and the only thing to save you from your demise is that he gets lightheaded and almost faints immediately after.
You reach out to pull him up and keep him steady, holding him by the arms. “You can’t be jumping out of the bath like that, man, come on.”
The lack of response concerns you, but after a while, Kaiser gathers his wits enough to say, “I’m going to make you slip, and I’ll be praying you split your head open.”
You burst out laughing. “Do it, then. You don’t have it in you, do you?”
Instead of doing as he promised to retaliate to your provocation, he settles for letting go of you and glaring, before clutching the side of his head and going still again. If there was any medical wing in this goddamn football contraption, maybe you would’ve taken him, but alas. At least you don’t need to worry about Kaiser too much since he eventually concedes and holds onto your arm for support.
The sight of you two stumbling around towards the changing room is probably comedic — uncoordinated as hell, covering yourselves with these flimsy little towels, using the hands not clutching at the other.
“You’re supposed to drink a lot of water before getting in,” you say.
“It’s your fault! You didn’t warn me we were going.”
“Yeah, ‘cause you weren’t invited. Jeez.”
“Oh, whatever.”
You return the tiny towel to the basket, swapping it for a bigger one and making quick work of drying yourself. You’re slipping on your shirt when you ask, “Is your head all right now?”
“I’m fine.”
When you turn around to judge whether he’s being truthful or not, he’s dabbing himself in a manner which is way more laborious, examining his reflection in the mirror as if he’s in some slow motion commercial where the camera will capture a conspicuous water droplet falling down his neck, admiring his jaw from different angles. He makes you sick sometimes.
“I’m not gonna wait for you to finish checking yourself out.”
He shoos you away with a dismissive wave of his hand. Unlike his, your actions most often align with your words, though, so you do walk out of the door. You’re not even ten steps in when Kaiser reappears, now magically dressed.
“Stop rushing,” he says, pushing you out of the way — and for no reason! There’s enough space for both of you in the hallway. You end up lagging a bit behind him. “I’m dizzy.”
“I thought you said-”
“Blah, blah,” he cuts you off, untying his hair and doing a bad job of smoothing it out with his fingers.
You’re rooming with him and Ness, so you’re already headed in the same direction. As much as this stinks, your other option was Gesner and Grim. God, is fucking Gesner obsessed with dick cheese. Of all things, that’s what he’s always talking about. Grim has your condolences, but the problem is out of your hands now.
“Your hairstyle’s ridiculous.”
Kaiser turns his nose up and smiles, coming off as pleased by the insult. “You can only wish to pull it off.” Always preening like a peacock. He’s entertaining. You swear he is.
You hook one of the ends, where it’s the bluest, around your finger, twirling it around and around. “I had a dream about you recently.”
“Aww, I’m on your mind even when you’re unconscious. I could vomit right now.”
“You were in the meditation position, but you were levitating, and the rat tails were holding you up.”
Maybe you’ve committed some kind of utmost offense, because he doesn’t even bother insisting they’re not rat tails this time. “Wow, those are the kinds of things you dream about me? Your brain is defective to the core.”
“What do you want me to dream about you, then? Are you implying something?”
He faces you, and he has this way of looking at you like you’re a blight on humanity. You have an urge to press your palms against his cheeks to check how warm they get when he blushes, but resist it. “You’re so delusional.”
He’s rolling his eyes again.
“Keep rolling them, see where it gets you.”
“What, are you implying something?” Kaiser asks, mocking you, but he seems kind of happy at the insinuation. You’re not about to point it out, though, having a semblance of self-preservation.
“But anyway, your hair,” you say. “It looks good for tugging on.”
He snorts, either at your audacity to speak such things out loud to him, or at the way you straight up ignored his question.
So you elaborate, just so he doesn’t get the wrong idea, “Yeah, like, I kinda wanna grab you and swing you around till you fly outta my grip.”
“What?! As if.”
“It’d be so funny, though.”
“Maybe to other stupid people like you. Dense people who always ruin the fucking moment, for example, that type of thing.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you say, stifling a laugh before entering the room.
The lights are still on when you come in. Ness seems to be reading some kind of book, sitting upright and all. “Hey, guys. You were gone for a while.”
“We were,” Kaiser says, you assume just because he likes hearing himself talk. “All that time I can’t get back.”
You crouch down to get him a water bottle in case he forgot how dehydrated he was (or more likely decides he’s above getting it by himself). It’s rare for you to do something out of the goodness of your heart, so when you turn around to pass it and find him draping himself over the solitary bed — the one you won dibs on in an honest round of rock, paper, scissors — you swear to never do anything nice for him ever again.
“Hey, get off! It’s mine.”
“But I want it,” he whines, as if his word holds more weight than the aforementioned game of rock, paper, scissors, which, as already established, you won.
You’re about to make an earnest attempt at throwing him out of the bed until Ness comes to his defense. “Come on, leave him alone.”
Saying no to Kaiser is exceptionally easy. But going against what Ness is asking? You can’t get a read on the guy. He’s either way too happy most of the time, or is secretly plotting your murders for all you know. You toss the water bottle at Kaiser, leaving him to smirk at your relenting.
“By the way, do you mind if I turn the lights off after I do my nighttime routine in the bathroom? I’m kind of tired,” Ness says.
“Sure,” allows Kaiser. So generous and charming with a winning personality to boot, this guy.
You lean against the bunk bed and ask, “Oh yeah, why are you still up?”
“I thought it might be rude if I went to bed before you both came back, so I decided to wait.”
Damn, now you feel kind of bad for dilly-dallying for so long. You clutch your chest with a tasteful sense of drama. “You’re so perfect. Hey, Ness, you wanna take the top bunk?”
“Wow, really?”
“Why not at this point,” you say. After all, Ness came in second in the game, but gave it up to Kaiser, and he ruined everything already.
“Thanks!” He grins at you before rushing off to do his business, almost blinding you with the sweetness he emits. Your gaze trails after him until he leaves the room.
Kaiser is looking at you with a mix between scorn and disgust when you walk over to his side to retrieve your phone from the bedside table, but you pretend not to notice.
Figuring you have nothing better to do, you take Ness’s previous spot, lying down on your stomach, ready to check your notifications. In your peripheral vision, you see Kaiser take his shirt off theatrically, then he has the fucking nerve to throw it at you. He makes such a big show out of existing.
It’s probably more painless to throw him a glance now than to be stubborn, so you exhale out of your nostril in resignation and turn your attention back to him. Kaiser props himself on his elbow while reclining on his side, posing on the bed, gracing you with a bastard smile. Almost presenting himself like a Renaissance painting you’re supposed to admire in some chaste, intellectual kind of way.
“Wanna know something?”
“What?” he asks, apparently irritated since you don’t seem so appreciative of him right now.
“I think shitty, obnoxious guys like you need to be put in their place,” you tell him.
It really is way too obvious on his complexion when he starts getting shy. He’s like a breathing mood ring. It’s almost fascinating. For a second, Kaiser is incredulous, but then he turns smug again, addressing you with a sense of challenge. “Don’t even joke. You’re not really about it like that. All you do is talk.”
You think you’re gonna start having even more fun together after today.
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No homo
I HATE HIM 😍
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hey, can you do what it would be like to date the kaulitz twins as an actress? super famous type? love your headcanons
(Hello! Sure I can and I'm glad you like my stuff! So sorry this took so long but enjoy!)
Kaulitz Twins x Actress Reader
Bill Kaulitz
He is very supportive of your career
He loves just sitting at home and watching all your movies
He is commenting on everything though
If you have a death in a movie he is heartbroken
I'm talking legit tears and hiding his face in your stomach
Brings all the snacks available
He goes with you to premiers and red carpets
He looks absolutely stunning and is letting you have your spotlight all the time
Watches edits of your character every day
Physically cannot stop
He would take any chance you give him to go on set with you
He knows you get tired and overwhelmed of your job
So he's always there to help you relax
Doesn't let you stress when you're home and just lets you live like a normal person
You and him play with paparazzi when they annoy you guys
You guys do try and avoid them as much as you can
Sorta is the one to be a little down when people ship you with one of your co stars if they play your s/o in a movie
Please reassure him he's better
He loves seeing you in costume
Is very proud to be dating you
Always will talk about you in interviews
Hates when people start saying shit about you
He doesn't want your career to be called fake or based off of his success because that makes him sad
He just loves seeing you on screen and off
Is a very loving and supportive boyfriend
Tom Kaulitz
He is so smug about dating you
Also very proud
He is supportive of your career a bunch
Likes watching your movies with you and doesn't let you criticize your work
Thinks you look hot playing your character when you have badass scenes or if your even playing someone evil in a movie
Loves seeing how you look in your costumes on set
He actually gets along quite well with your cast a lot
Will always be proud to kiss you in front of your fans, in public, in front of paparazzi
He doesn't care if they know or don't know about your relationship
He kinda wants them too though because he wants them to know just how he managed to score a absolutely wonderful woman
Likes going to red carpets and premiers with you
You have to dress him though because he will not put any effort in, but don't put him in a suit
Give him something to match yours but also in his style, just not as baggy and shit
Loves shoving in your fans face that simp for you that they can look but he's the one who can touch you
But that don't mean he doesn't watch the edits
#tokio hotel#tokio hotel x reader#tokio hotel imagine#bill kaulitz#bill kaulitz imagines#bill kaulitz x reader#tom kaulitz imagines#tom kaulitz#tom kaulitz x reader
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alr so I was wondering if you'd be down to write a vox x f!reader where vox is always manipulating/hypnotizing her so shes always confused ine everything this can be fluff angst romance or smut idc
Omg thats a Great idea! I love Vox he’s my favourite so I’ll try my best with this one and I think he would totally to that if he was obsessed with the reader, hope you enjoy! :) I didn’t proof read this btw but I hope it’s good-
Vox x F!reader
You won’t feel a thing..
You where Vox’s assistant, you have been for a few years now, but something odd was happening to you, for a few months now you woke up back in your office when you swore you where in his office a few minutes ago, and your body always aches and you couldn’t remember what happened prior to waking up. One day you walked into vox’s office with his morning coffee. “Good morning Mr.Vox” you said as you handed him his coffee “good morning my dear, how are you this hellish morning?” He said calmly as he took a sip of his coffee “I’m good sir thank you for asking, how are you?” You said as you stood in front his his desk, holding your clipboard “oh I’m ok same old shit every fucking day… y’know” he noticed you standing “sit.” He said calmly but with a slightly stern undertone, you did as he said and sat down in the chair across from his desk, you noticed him admiring your outfit you had picked out, it looked good on you and you kinda hoped he would notice.. “relax, you look tense” he said softly as he went to take your clipboard out of your hand, when your hands touched a small electric shock shocked your finger that you had a ring on, you flinched a little, he noticed your ring “sorry.. what a beautiful ring you have there..” he said as he took your hand and inspected the ring “hmm.. you have very nice hands..” he said in such a casual tone but you where actually kinda caught if guard by it “oh Uhm thank you sir-“ he continued to hold your hand gently “no need to be so formal, you can just call me Vox” he said with a slightly smug smirk on his flat screen “say do you think you could do me a favour, dear?” He said as his grip on your hand tightened “oh uhm of course si- uh Vox” you said as you say up more “there’s a good girl, can you come and sit right next to me please” he said as he pointed to a spot right next to him, you pulled your chair over to the spot“perfect.. now just sit still..” the last thing you saw was his eye go into swirls and you felt numb, next thing you know you woke up in your bed with hickeys all over you and bite marks too, your legs felt weak and your shoulders hurt, you felt a stinging sensation from the inside of your left thigh, you looked down there and saw a small heart carved into it. “What the-“ you cleaned yourself up and walked back into Vox’s office. “Hello again sir” you said “again?whatever do you mean dear you havnt been here this morning?” You where shocked to say the least “what? I couldn’t sworn-“ you said as you looked around in confusion “nope you haven’t been here at all this morning, I’m still waiting on my coffee” he said with an evil grin on his screen, he knew exactly what he was going but you didn’t, you scuttled out to get his second coffee of the day.
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Massive ask compilation time OH LORD
YES, her journals are a fun read. I somewhat wish there was more to her and The Dark Urge's interactions, too - she's wonderfully evil and clearly very attached to you if you're playing as that character, but I had hoped there was more of a reason for her obsession besides just "you were fun to cut up", haha. I remember reading her journal over a couple of times looking for something I might have missed.
His reaction was pretty in line with the Narrator's cues, just immediate rage over what she had done to him - DU Drow may be a masochist but that's reserved for people he cares about! So, her and her posse met a swift end. Also, despite the fact that the whole tadpole thing turned out being for the best, I think he's easily overtaken by resentment over his lost glory-days whenever faced with it so directly (he misses living in obliviousness) - not to mention his profound fear of vulnerability, and of feeling... Small. The way Kressa spoke to and of him would have absolutely shook him to his core, especially by doing so in front of the others.
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THANK YOU so much for your kind words first of all! As for the question, it depends a bit on the timeline; his dislike of female drow, especially at the start of his tadpole'd journey is pretty irrational and faith status wouldn't be of too much relevance, he just thinks It's in their nature to want to put him down and be conniving, and wants nothing to do with them.
Later, and especially post-game, he might at least give them a chance to prove they aren't "like other drow", though it would take him a lot to ever let his guard down entirely - UNLESS you seem like a complete fool LOL he's actually easy to trick into dismissing you as long as you don't mind playing the role of a dumb idiot.
But if not, he'd have an extremely short patience for any attempts to exert authority over him or his actions - or jokes at his expense, or any level of smugness or secrecy. Nymea would definitely feel kept at arms length because of the gender+race combo alone and have to put up with a lot of snideness. Basically, she'd have to treat this 6'4" feet tall freak with kids gloves to ever develop a rapport LOL
But also... The vampirism may "help"? He'd consider her a "lesser drow" for it. In that regard her attitudes toward Astarion would probably come to be relevant. I'm not sure about that aspect of it to be honest!
First of all, this is a hysterical scenario because he Would just fucking put the ring on without thinking about it LOL so thank you for the laugh that mental image just provided me with.
Oh he wouldn't care though. I mean, he dislikes drow in general, but he is a drow (up for debate, but you know, generally speaking) and he thinks he's pretty great. As long as he's still huge and strong he could wake up a woman tomorrow and not give a damn. And, frankly, his dick could turn into a pussy at any point in time and it wouldn't change anything about his character save for having to add a recurring UTI problem to his character sheet - he'd probably have fun with it.
TOTALLY FAIR, I'm very sorry it went past the point of enjoyment for you, but I'm glad you knew when to put it down!!! We're in our hand-holding and elf-smooching era now with the occasional visceral description of violence LOL SO YOU'RE WELCOME IN IF YOU'D LIKE. Thank you for dropping by!
Just putting this here because - I actually haven't decided yet, so that's pretty funny you asked LOL I'm leaning eyes closed though, nothing like a smooch to calm the big weirdo down.
HAHAHAH WELCOME BACK, I've been around this whole time! But I was hanging out on twitter for the most part. HOPE YOU'RE INTO THE DND STUFF LOL
DROW DURGES RISE UP I'll be honest with you friend, DU drow's lore has been as accidental as something like that can be, so much of it has felt completely organic in the way it came up - I guess that's what good RPG does to your brain. The rest of it has just been a wonderful opportunity to develop my writing that I decided to take full advantage of this year. Thank you so much for the lovely message!
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Aaaaand I can barely muster something to say that feels like an appropriate response, but again I wanted to acknowledge all the sweet compliments people take the time to leave in my inbox. Some of you guys' comments about the things I create blow me away, I think I'm pretty confident in my art but... Damn, makes me so happy to know the stuff I create can hold a little special place to some folks. Thank you all so, so much for taking time out of your day to spread a little kindness around, and make mine a little better.
Again, thank you all for humoring me, have a lovely day folks!
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Hello! Could you write a headcanon for Ler!Daredevil please? Thank you💜💜💜
Thank you for requesting! This will be my first writing so I’m sorry if it’s a little bit short and bad :)
Daredevil Ler Headcanon:
We know that even though he’s blind, he has heightened sensitivity, so be aware of him…
He loves the sound of your laughter, he can’t see you smile so the pure sound of your little giggles fills his heart
I feel like he’d either be a super sweet Ler, or the most evil Ler, no in between
Will not hesitate to hold you still if needed
A fan of random pokes to the waist, followed by his smug laughter at the noises you make in return
You always get annoyed yet impressed when he manages to tickle you so easily
The first time he tickled you, you thought you could get away with lying about it…you didn’t
“Just because I’m blind doesn’t mean I can’t read you like a book…”
He would def think it’s adorable if the smallest things tickle you, like neck kisses, softly tracing his fingers somewhere, a massage ect
Definitely likes to taunt you about it
#ticklish!reader#tickle headcanon#lee!reader#Ler!daredevil#Ler!mattmurdock#Daredevil#marvel#Tickle community#tickle
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Milton Grimm should have been the Big Bad
This man. Is it obvious that I hate this man?
Look at him with that punchable face and that annoying little mustache. I just wanna rip those two sad little whiskers right off his smug, pudgy face.
This man should have been the main villain. The final boss. The endgame for the characters of Ever After High. But he wasn’t. He just fell into the background after Thronecoming. Sure, we got some Evil Queen action. But what was his reaction to the destruction of the Storybook of Legends, the symbol of tradition within their society?! He must have been p*ssed!!
But we never get to see it.
Milton Grimm is and should have been the main villain. Here’s why.
1. Crybaby Backstory.
Let’s face it. This attempt at a tragic backstory was underwhelming. To recap, Milton and his little brother Giles were best friends and shared opposite views than they did when they were adults. Because of this, Milton dragged Giles into a cave said to be inhabited by trolls because he was convinced it was only a story. Surprise, surprise: trolls are real (I mean, doi, kid! You live in a fairytale world. What did you expect?!) and Milton runs out of the cave, leaving baby Giles behind. Milton runs back to his father to get Giles back and Giles returns home, safe and sound. And out of guilt, Milton promises never to go against the stories again. Yay, happy ending.
But, it’s not.
I’m sorry, but I don’t think this backstory is enough justification for forcing an entire society to follow their parents’ (often terrible) stories. Yes, Milton was a child at the time, and he thought he had accidentally killed his younger brother. I can see how that experience would be traumatic for anyone. But, we know Giles is fine now and is actually more well-put together than his older brother. I think it would have been better if we say Giles’s POV from that day, actually have him meet the troll, have some tea with him or whatever, and have him hear the real story of the troll’s life. Giles could sympathize with the troll and learn not all stories should be followed.
What I can gather from this backstory is that it led Milton to develop crazy control issues. He and Giles built an entire school to indoctrinate several generations of fairytales. To ensure no one would go against what he saw as dangerous, he lied and basically threatened everyone “not existing” if they didn’t do what he said. Giles saw right through this BS, and when he confronted his brother about it, Milton cursed him to speak near-gibberish and locked him up underneath the school. This goes far beyond a Well-Intentioned Extremist.
2. Giles.
This man is a cinnamon roll and must be protected. Thank you.
Unlike Milton, Giles is warm, friendly, and open-minded to the stories the Brothers Grimm have collected over the centuries. He’s the former librarian, he has made personal connections with his students, and he sees them as people rather than characters. He is a clear foil to Raven, having gone against the status quo to make something better only to be quashed and locked away for it.
Yes, he did trick Raven, Maddie, and their friends into breaking his curse. (I’m pretty sure manipulation runs in the family). But, he deserves a win for what Milton put him through. And speaking plain English would have helped him and the girls more than having Maddie constantly translate for him (and in a language that is purposefully open to interpretation).
When Giles finally confronts Milton for what he did, I’m honestly disappointed. No, I don’t think Giles would have punched him in the face or anything. That’s too out of character for him. I was hoping Giles wouldn’t have forgiven him, or at the very least say something to the effect of “I forgive you, but that doesn’t mean I trust you.” Brother or not, I just can’t see anyone forgiving someone that quickly for what is basically impairment and imprisonment.
3. The Apple Debate
If Giles is a foil to Raven, then Milton is a foil to Apple.
Apple saw Milton and destiny as gospel. She was brought up, groomed, and traumatized into following destiny to a tee. Like Milton, she experienced a childhood trauma that made her believe destiny was the only way to stay safe. She has little to no regard for what others have to go through to follow her destiny. Her reasons seem petty and childish, but they make sense to her.
This is no fault of her own. She’s intentionally portrayed as naive, entitled, and selfish because she grew up in the most privileged of settings. She has the best destiny out of anyone, and growing up to be a beloved queen of the entire world sounds like a pretty sweet gig. She also holds genuine, if misguided, care for her friends and terrified for them if they don’t follow their stories (in a “I’m trying to save your soul from damnation” type of way).
She is also the daughter of one of the most influential political figures in the world, so she has to set an example. She puts so much pressure on herself to be perfect that she walks around blind. She needs glasses, but she can’t bring herself to show any sort of flaw about herself lest she lets everyone down.
Lastly, Apple is a child. She has room to grow and change like everyone else in their teenage years. Like Raven, she has time to figure herself out and could benefit from some self-reflection.
That being said, Milton is an adult. And he has been an adult for at least 200 years. He’s had time to look over his actions and think “Hmm, maybe what I’m doing is borderline dictatorial.” Yet he never wavers from his position. He has never admitted that he was wrong about anything or apologized for anything he’s done in regard to his students’ lives. Meanwhile, Apple has gone through some genuine growth as a character and as a person, because she loves her friends. It would have been interesting to see what Milton would think about his star, his favorite, his most devoted follower, suddenly turning on him.
4. The Redemption “Arc”
It felt more like a redemption splat than an arc. In my opinion, Milton didn’t deserve to be redeemed. At the very least, not this quickly. He would have made a fantastic antagonist to Raven. It would have been so exciting and frustrating to watch him tighten the reins even more on his students until they ended up all turning on him. It would have been a great commentary on authority, freedom, and societal views on individuality. But instead, we get brotherly moments in the background with him and Giles. I’ll admit, it’s kind of cute. But, this show’s conflict was created by Milton Grimm, and the show just left that plot point hanging.
Milton should have stuck to his guns for much longer, have him be the stubborn old man who will not budge on his beliefs. If you are to give him a redemption arc, have him realize his mistake after it’s too late. The final showdown between him and his fed-up students would be so much more satisfying than what we got. Please, for the love of God, Mattel! Bring this show back so we can do this story done proper.
#eah#ever after high#eah milton#milton grimm#giles grimm#apple white#raven queen#eah raven#eah apple#thank you for coming to my tedtalk
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How to "defeat Ruin", and prove to Ruin that he's wrong?
I'm still mourning the British Bean persona is gone but I guess I'll have to ADAPT AND OVERCOME hahaaasob
I'm thinking about Ruin, his attitude, and where things might go for him from here!
Ruin is someone who believes the ends justify the means, and operates under a "for the greater good" mindset -- he's the kind of villain who takes a tangentially good cause (destroy the Creators), but is willing to cause unjustifiable amounts of collateral death to do it. And clearly, he has an ungodly ego.
And at this moment, by all accounts, Ruin has won! And he knows he's won. It's why he's so blasé talking to the others. If there is a genuine part of him that's sorry about the casualties (and at least, from the way he talks, I don't think he's lying about that,) it's far outweighed by his own self-assuredness that what he did was right. It doesn't matter to him whether he lives, dies, or is tortured now, because his work here is done.
"Everything is right in the universe now, in the dimensions."
So... What can be done about Ruin?
Ruin is still an active villain; just because he's surrendered doesn't mean he's been defeated. As long as Ruin believes he succeeded in what he was doing, he won't be truly defeated.
Ruin believes what he did was a success. That's the basis for his self-assurance. So you have to prove that he did not succeed. Killing him won't prove anything. Physically beating him or torturing him won't prove anything. (Heck, even if you made the small part of him that feels bad feel worse, it still won't prove anything.) He's perfectly willing to accept any of that!
So what can ACTUALLY knock Ruin down a peg?
I think... there need to be consequences that Ruin couldn't have possibly foreseen, which make his actions backfire in his face.
Right now, Ruin is 100% COMPLETELY sure of himself. In his mind, his plan went off without a hitch, it worked exactly as he intended, and he got exactly what he wanted. He's smug and satisfied because he KNOWS he succeeded in what he was trying to do. He won; everything that happens to him afterwards means nothing to him.
But if Ruin learns that his plan actually FAILED... (Perhaps the Creators he targeted aren't actually dead and his method to kill them only killed the DIMENSIONS around them, or the Council actually knew what Ruin was doing all this time and secretly did something to protect themselves that Ruin didn't know about, or him destroying so many dimensions is going to cause a shift that WILL actually kill all the dimensions he thought he was saving in his own sick way...)
Then Ruin will be completely thrown off his script; the smugness and self-assuredness will be wiped off his face when he realizes: he didn't get what he wanted, he was wrong, he caused "more harm than good", he FAILED. Ruin's talk of "my actions are a necessary evil but I made the world a better place in the end" would be flipped to something like "What? No... It wasn't supposed to happen this way, i-it was going to be so perfect, I was going to SAVE people in the long run, NO, THIS ISN'T HOW IT WAS SUPPOSED TO WORK!!!"
Once you rip that carpet out from under him, his tune will have to change. How will he react to being OBJECTIVELY WRONG?
However he reacts, that's his belief shattered. That's him losing.
Aaand then who knows where it could go from there. Maybe just MAYBE Ruin will want to help stop this new disaster he inadvertently caused (if anyone ever lets him move freely again.)
Whatever the case, that's how I think he could be thrown off his high horse! (I'm still a Ruin fan and even I wanted to punch his lights out every time he opened his mouth in this batch of episodes. Nothing phased him at all and he was calm for all of it, if slightly annoyed at being put in the ground. I wanna see him completely lose his composure and be rattled and distressed and shaken when his victory comes crashing down around him.)
And how this affects Solar's resurrection:
This is just far-off speculating. Because so much is up in the air right now, it's hard to theorize about Ruin's character development in the future, and it's pretty early for talks of "potential redemption arcs". But IF the story went in that direction, I think Ruin's plans going CATASTROPHICALLY WRONG would serve it well.
Right now, the thing to do is revive Solar. If Ruin's plan has NO unintended consequences, and the cast find some convenient loophole that brings Solar back at the end of this arc, then that would mean Ruin still comes out on top. He would still be assured his methods were right, and heck would you look at that, he was able to clean up the messy bits in the end after all, no muss, no fuss! He was just delayed in figuring out the magic equations that would protect the dimensions from dying, that's all!!
But if his plan backfires spectacularly and causes destruction that he could never have seen coming, then that means Ruin is thrown on his ass, his ego is crushed, and he gets to deal with the fact that he was a FOOL -- and he has to WORK to fix the disasters he's caused. If that happens and THEN Solar is revived, from methods Ruin couldn't have possibly thought of on his own, theeen boom: Ruin DID NOT win, because his methods were proven to be completely wrong to his his own face!
(If he lives that long of course. Eclipse might kill him. He might get killed when things go south instead of being alive to help. Who knows!)
(Honestly, it's just that there's a part of me that still loves Ruin and wishes he could be good. And from the small hints we've seen, there's a part of Ruin that even SOUNDS like he genuinely didn't want to hurt people, and maybe it would be possible to make him see the error of his ways. He even mumbles something about considering Solar and the others his friends in an offhanded way at one point. But whatever the case there's a long uphill road for the No Longer British Bean, Now British Asshole, wherever the show takes him.)
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Tickles and Tunes
2012 Leonardo x Reader imagine
Info + Warnings: References this song. No gendered language, pronouns, or Y.N used for Reader. Set post S5, pre finale.
Commentary: Sorry for projecting my basic music taste on all of you. It will happen again.
"It was a brilliant solution!"
"Sure, sure," you said, walking into Leo's room. "But let's not act like Ryan had that planned. He's good, but he didn't even know that planet existed-"
"No, of course not." He followed you, taking your coat and bag from your hands and moving to set them on his desk chair. "But he adapted quickly, rolled with the punches. He had it planned by mid-episode."
"That's giving him a whole lot of credit, Leo. Just because you would have figured it out that quickly-"
"You saw his face on the bridge! He was cool as a cucumber. There's no way he didn't have a plan."
You smiled and shook your head, switching on his speaker. "Sure, fearless. Whatever you say."
"You don't agree?"
You glanced back at him with a smug smirk. "Let's just say I know what it looks like when a leader is totally winging it."
"And what's that supposed to mean?" He asked, playfully stern.
"It means," you drew out the word, tapping through playlists on your phone, "That I'm an expert on his kind."
"S'that so?"
"It's so."
Music flowed through the room, light and happy, just loud enough to make Leo's already nearly-silent movements truly inaudible. Luckily, you anticipated the way his arms looped around your waist.
What you didn't expect was his hand snaking up and taking your phone to move it to the desk- or him lifting you up a moment later.
"Leo!" You exclaimed as he quickly crossed the room to his bed and deposited you on top of it, prompting a little oof as you landed.
"Tell me, oh wise expert," he grinned over you, "Did you know that would happen?"
"No," you admitted, biting back a laugh and schooling your expression into something serious. "This is new behavior to me. I'll need to study it."
You didn't need to be an expert to catch the mischievous sparkle in his eyes as he placed his good knee on the bed and leaned down, boxing you in with his hands on either side of your waist. "You'd better be ready to take notes."
It was times like these that dating a speedy ninja had its disadvantages: by the time your clever retort reached your throat, it dissolved into shocked giggles- he was tickling you.
"Leo, Leo-"
"What, drawing conclusions already?"
"Only that-" you shrieked, squirming backward to try to escape his fingers- "You're clearly- clearly- evil!"
Leonardo laughed. "Interesting conclusion."
"Mercy!" You managed between laughs of your own. "White flag, uncle!"
He relented, stilling his fingers and moving to instead rub up and down your sides affectionately. "Evil doesn't usually respond to 'uncle'."
"Maybe I had more faith in you than I thought," you said breathlessly.
"Doesn't sound very scientific of you."
"It was plenty scientific. I knew from repeated experiments that you're a merciful specimen."
"So, not evil."
"Not evil," you confirmed, "Unless you're tickling me."
"Good to know."
You realized the song playing had ended. or, more accurately, the distinct opening of the next song caught your attention, making you huff out a laugh in exasperation.
"What is it?"
"The song. The timing of it."
The turtle hovering over you paused to listen, eyes shifting towards the speaker. "I don't think I know it."
"Ah." You smiled sheepishly, blood rushing to your face. "It was uh… it's… it's my you song."
That brought his curious eyes back to your own. "Me song?"
You nodded. "Yeah, like… you." With that, you looked away, studying the wraps on his wrist instead of his face. "Always makes me think of you. Has for a long time."
Leo crawled the rest of the way onto the bed and quietly settled down beside you- opposite the speaker.
Feeling his eyes on you, you hid your face in your hands, making him chuckle.
The two of you sat quietly, listening to the song play. You couldn't help feeling exposed; it was like he was reading your diary in the chords of the guitar.
When Leo finally spoke, it was to tease you. "… I don't have hair to-"
"Shhhh."
You heard him laugh again. His hand landed softly on your wrist, gently pulling your hand from your face to intertwine your fingers.
The singer finally reached the chorus, and you studied the cement blocks of the ceiling as the most damning line of the song played.
"Oh, I see."
"Mhm."
"I don't think I've dragged you anywhere head first."
You snorted. "A, you're taking this too literally. B," you turned your head to meet his gaze, "You absolutely have. Missions, obviously- repeatedly, okay- but-" your voice dropped, less confident as you moved out of teasing him and into something more serious- "Dragged me head first into loving you, so."
His smile took on a distinctly bashful note as his grin grew. "I see."
"Oh," you grumbled, looking back at the ceiling, "Shut up."
He did not shut up, but his voice did soften. "I'm not sure I did the dragging."
"I'm sure."
Leo pressed a lingering kiss to your temple, falling silent again to hear the rest of the song.
You could see him bobbing his head out of the corner of your eye, and suspected that if you actually looked you'd find that his grin was replaced by a much calmer smile. You did not look. Instead, you let your eyes slide shut, savoring the way his hand felt against yours.
You wondered how many times you'd listened to this song. How many times had you found yourself flustered by it over the radio? How many times had it been the background music to butterflies in your stomach and heat in your cheeks?
What would the you of listenings past think of this moment?
You almost laughed at the thought. the idea that you and Leonardo would ever be together had been almost forbidden in your own mind: he was the leader, he was a mutant, he was almost certainly not interested.
That last point had been proven incorrect.
Leo's voice pulled you out of your thoughts as the song ended. "It's a good song."
"It's a great song," you corrected, emboldened by your trip down memory lane. You had come a long way, the both of you. "It's- the lyrics always- they fit. but…"
"Hm?" he prompted gently.
Your new-found confidence faded again at the softness in his tone, at the way he rubbed a thumb over your hand. You glanced at him and found yourself feeling sixteen again, shy under his gaze.
To fight it, you screwed your eyes shut again. "It sounds like the feeling I'd get around you," you admitted quietly. "That fluttery feeling. The guitar, that sparkly sound in the background, the way she sounds giddy- especially at the end of each verse, how she like, raises her voice? Like she's excited?"
Silence.
You peeked one eye open to find him staring at you, a bewildered smile on his face. "I love you," he breathed.
You rolled to face him, opening your eyes completely and melting into his mattress. "I love you too."
He scooted forwards, wrapping you in his arms and tossing a knee over your own while pressing a smiley kiss to your forehead. "That was the cutest thing anyone's ever said to me."
You found yourself without a response.
Instead, you wrapped an arm over his shell, bringing your other hand to trace his jaw.
"I should show you my you song some time, huh?"
Your eyebrows shot up and Leo laughed. "You have a me song?"
"What, you think you're the only one that listens to music?"
"No," you huffed, struggling to put your question into words. "But… me?"
You were almost overwhelmed by the answer in his eyes, by how much love was visible- how much was directed at you. "Of course, you," he mumbled, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. Then, impossibly quiet, "Of course it's you."
Your shriek of laughter echoed through the lair, followed by Leonardo's quieter but no less genuine chuckle, and Raph felt Casey glance at him. "Dude, I can't remember the last time I heard them laugh like that," Casey said quietly. "Didn't know Leo even remembered how."
April hummed from the beanbag chair in front of them. "I think it's nice."
"Nice and loud, maybe," Raph mumbled, his words lacking any real bite. "Can barely hear the TV over all that."
"You should try watching Crognard when Mona's over." Casey threw his voice up into a high pitched squeak. "Oh, mona, you're so cool, I may faint-"
Raphael tossed a pillow at him, satisfied by the whump of it hitting him in the face and knocking him sideways onto the couch. "Shuddup already, will ya?"
April and Casey laughed, and Raph barely managed to bite back his own grin. He wouldn't say it out loud, but it had been nice to hear Leo goofing off- add the mention of his own girlfriend and the delight of hitting Casey with something and you had the start of a great mood.
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Hello!
So I had a prompt for b99, I was thinking with Jake and Amy and Amy notices that Jake’s all jumpy and smiley and she Knows. Maybe with a dialogue bit of like “come on, we have a common goal here!!” or “don’t even try to fight me right now.” sry if ur prompts are already closed. tyy
This prompt made me melt fr I adore them ;w; this is so fucking CUTE. It put me in a rly intense ler mood but that's ok we make sacrifices for peraltiago <3
Proof in Patterns
Amy likes to think that she’s always known Jake well. From the minute she set foot in the precinct, she had had him at least 60% figured out. Though Captain Holt likes to call Jake predictable as a method of chiding him, he isn’t far from the truth--he’s not hard to understand, if you take the time to learn him.
It’s sort of an open secret that Jake likes to roughhouse. He’s over the moon any time Terry decides to toss him around like a sack of potatoes--unless it's out of rage, which then the entire precinct begins to make funeral arrangements. Whether Jake realizes it or not, and Amy’s almost certain that he does, his mischief more than often gets him hoisted, chased, or launched by his friends.
Only a smaller group of people--two, to be exact--know about the secret nestled within that one. Herself and Gina, the latter of which is a given, since she’s known Jake since they were little.
“Jake!” Rosa’s tone could slice glass. Amy looks up from her computer, and—ah. Seems Rosa’s glare could slice glass too. Which means whatever happened is undoubtedly Jake’s fault.
“Rosa!” Jake parrots gleefully. Rosa forcefully spins his chair to face her.
“Where is it?”
“Where is what?” He crosses his arms, smug. She narrows her eyes.
“Give it back or I’ll make you,” Rosa hisses, grabbing a fistful of his hoodie. Amy catches the way Jake’s eyes light up before he tries to play it cool. Cute.
“Gonna have to be more specific, Diaz. I don’t have your stuff.” Jake shrugs.
Rosa grins.
“Oh god, why are you smiling?” He whispers, leaning away.
“Last chance, Jake.” Rosa raises her eyebrow expectantly. He swallows nervously.
“I don’t have—“
Rosa tickles his stomach with a vengeance. Every time he tries to grab her hands, she jumps somewhere else. Jake slides down in his chair, giggling faster than his lungs can keep up with. She pins him in that awkward slump with just her tickling hands and an evil smile.
“Top drawer! Rosa!” He yelps, hysterical, and curls away from her. Still tickling with one hand, she opens the top drawer and pulls out a brand new chocolate bar.
Rosa doesn’t even tell him off, she just pockets the chocolate bar and saunters over to her desk to enjoy it. Jake quietly puts his head down on his desk, hiding his face in his arms. His ears flush a deep red.
Alright, apparently three people know. Interesting.
“You doing alright over there?” Amy laughs softly. Jake mumbles something and gives a weak thumbs up.
“Jake, Holt wants you.” Gina announces herself by tazing Jake’s sides—with her fingers, thankfully. Still, he yelps and swats at her hands.
“Couldn’t resist. Not sorry.” Gina saunters away. Jake buries his face in his hands yet again. Amy pats his shoulder.
“Peralta!” Holt’s voice carries easily through the bullpen.
“Coming!” Jake’s voice cracks. Amy muffles her snickers into her hand.
…
Evenings are companionably quiet in their household--Jake’s murmuring reactions to the TV are white noise to Amy now. The combined softness of their pajamas defines contentment.
Jake’s head rests in her lap. Amy’s arm rests across his waist. She traces her fingers idly over his t-shirt as she reads, occasionally fiddling with the hem. Every time her fingers brush over bare skin, he shivers and scoots a bit closer.
“Hey--” She pokes his chest to get his attention. He jumps and rolls over quickly. She slowly bookmarks her page and sets the book aside.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Jake chuckles.
“I think you know,” Amy whispers with a mock-graveness. His eyes widen comically. He starts scooting down the couch but she drags him back towards her.
“Ames. Amy.” He tries to grab her hands but she swats them away.
“Don’t even try to fight me right now.” She swivels so she can sit on his waist. Even as she poses a threat to him, his hands comfortably find her hips. His smile is near-blinding.
“I feel like you’ve been waiting for this all day,” Amy laughs. Jake lets out a hilarious groany-whine, something gutturally flustered, and she laughs harder.
“You know I love you, right?”
“Debatable,” He grumbles. She pinches his side and he yelps.
“Okay! Y-Yes, I do.”
“And you know I think this is cute, right?” Amy drawls. Jake turns a pretty pink and refuses to meet her eye. He normally basks in flattery--his ego is usually a problem, even when endearing--but something about this context makes him shy. It’s adorable to watch.
“Would you just do it already?” Jake’s voice pitches high with embarrassment. Something devious in Amy wants to make him ask properly, but she saves it for another night.
“You should be nicer to me, Jake--” she leans down and kisses his neck-- “considering we share a common goal.”
His face is so hot that she can feel his blush. She squishes his cheeks to cope with how cute he is.
“You are so mean to me,” he mumbles through her hands.
“No, babe, I’m about to be mean to you.” Amy grabs a delicate handful of his sides and he goes boneless on the couch. As her fingers crawl higher, he curls more, squirming fervently. When she gets to his ribs, he nearly throws them both off the couch.
One of Jake’s most endearing qualities is how much he wiggles.
“Stay still!” Amy laughs and shifts to pin him better.
“I can’t help it!” Jake squeaks. She spiders her fingers at random over his torso, dodging his every attempt to protect himself. It’s not hard—Jake’s a man of patterns and Amy loves to analyze.
He slams his head back into the couch and clamps his arms uselessly to his sides. She tickles rapidly, incessantly at his stomach until he just has to reach for her hands. Once he does, she smirks and shoves her hands under his arms. He makes it so easy.
“Shit, fuck, Amy!” His voice jumps when she vibrates her fingers under his arms. He tries to clamp his arms down harder but it doesn’t help matters much.
“You keep saying my name like it’s going to stop me. You know your safe word.” Amy presses her thumbs in again. “Can I have my hands back?”
Jake narrows his eyes at her.
“No.”
“Are you sure?” She wiggles her fingers. He lets go with a cackle. She gives him a chance to breathe. He looks up at her with a dopey grin.
“Amy, Amy, Ames, hold on—“ He works himself into a giggle fit so fierce he snorts— “we can talk about this.”
“I’m not even touching you!” She snickers.
“Title of your sex tape—“
Amy vibrates her fingers into Jake’s stomach and he lets out a very satisfying scream-laugh. She chases it, tickling along his waist and back up his sides. He manages to buck his upper half off the couch and kicks his legs like his life depends on it. All this does is ruck up his shirt.
“I still think we can talk about this.” He holds his hands up between them with a giddy smile.
God, she loves him so much.
She shoves her hands into the pockets of his Die Hard sweatpants and tickles his hips ruthlessly. Having slipped off the couch proves to quickly be his downfall—there’s nothing he can do but laugh himself into silence.
“Ah, okay, okahahay! Gruber!” Jake wheezes, grabbing for Amy’s hands. She immediately helps him up and kisses his forehead. He pulls her back down for a proper kiss.
“Still think Nakatomi should be the safe word.” He huffs, little chuckles floating free.
“Yeah? When you manage to say Nakatomi through laughing, we’ll talk.” Amy tweaks his nose. He reaches up to do the same to her, she tickles under his arms briefly, and his laughter once again lights the quiet corners of their apartment.
#my fics#bug’s greatest hits#b99#brooklyn nine nine#peraltiago#jake peralta#amy santiago#ticklish!jake#amy is just me in this one i wont even lie#i just!!! love them!!!#also i dont think ive written anything with even the tamest of kink structures (safe words and asking for it etc) in a while if ever?#idk it was nice#i was gonna post this tomorrow but i figured i'd give myself a little serotonin boost and finish it tonight instead :)
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The priest was never one for romance, not really. He’d never really understood how people could get so entangled in other people’s lives. He hadn’t understood, at least, until he’d found someone to get caught up in.
He’s spent the last two years slowly understanding it. Oh, yes, he thinks every so often, between the moments of bliss and joy, I get it now.
Life since then has been a whirlwind of his lover’s making, dragging him along for the ride in a flurry of laughter and kindness. No one’s shown him kindness like this before. He’s come to understand how it’s so easy to trip and fall into love. He’s tripped a fair few times by now, and he’s stopped trying to catch himself.
His days have been stretching out at the church, to both of their dismay. So he knows that his arrival home, three hours earlier than usual, will be a much needed surprise for his lover and a much needed evening off for himself.
He lets the front door announce his return, a grin already stretching across his face. “I got off early!” he tells the entrance hall. “Gosh, we can actually spend some time together.”
The sound of ceramics smashing from the living room. The priest jolts, his blood suddenly running cold. His feet are moving before he can think of what to do, carrying him to the living room doorway and unable to hold back the horrified gasp at what he finds.
His hands fumble for the cross hanging at his neck. The thing in his living room is scrambling for the window. Wings beat the air erratically, claw marks sinking into the wood of the windowsill. Ashen skin drapes over the demon’s body. The priest holds the cross out like a lifeline, his hands shaking. It feels like his entire life has led up to eradicating one of these things.
“T–The power of Christ compels you!” he cries at it, and it’s only when the thing snaps its head towards him that his heart truly stops.
This thing, this demon, is wearing the face of his lover.
His grip is white-knuckled on his cross. It sank slightly in the horror of the moment, but he straightens it back out at the demon when he realises. The demon hasn’t moved from his spot at the window. Not running away, not trying to pounce. Just watching him quietly. “The power of Christ—”
“Darling,” he says in his lover’s voice, and something of a choked sob escapes the priest’s throat.
“The– The power—”
“Darling,” he says with more emphasis. He turns from the window and the priest takes an unconscious step back. “Don’t be like this.”
His mind is on a single-track right now. “The power of Christ—”
“That won’t work on me, darling.”
The priest pauses at that. He’s vaguely aware of the warm trails of tears on his face, of how this thing is purposely affecting him, but it doesn’t matter. He can worry about crying later. “W–What?”
“I’m not a demon.”
The priest almost laughs at that. He pushes the cross towards the demon for emphasis, and the other’s gaze turns to it lazily, almost bored.
“Go on,” he urges, “try again.”
It doesn’t feel right for the demon to be beckoning him into it, but he has no other choice. “The power of Christ compels you!”
Nothing happens. The demon’s face—his lover’s face—twists into a smirk, though it’s not as evil as the priest expected it to look. It’s the same look his lover always gives him when he’s feeling smug about something. “Crazy,” is all he says.
The priest turns his gaze onto his traitorous cross. It’s in one piece, pristine because he cleaned it last night. Why isn’t it working? Did he say it wrong?
“I’m not a demon, my love,” the thing continues after a moment. “I know I look horrifying to your little human mind, but just because I’m less handsome like this doesn’t mean I’m a demon, jeez.”
The priest can barely force the question past the lump in his throat. “What– What are you?”
“I’m exactly who I’ve always been,” the thing says with something of a grim smile. “Angels aren’t all golden halos and white gowns, you know.” He laughs when the priest’s head snaps to him. “I know. Sorry to disappoint you, darling. I didn’t mean for you to find out like this.”
The priest still isn’t convinced, frankly, but better to play it safe. He drops to his knees, painfully against the hardwood floor, and the thing—no, his lover, always his lover—raises an eyebrow at him.
“What are you doing?” he asks bluntly.
“O, servant of God,” the priest starts slowly. He bends down into an awkward bow, thankful for an excuse to not look at what his lover has become. What he’s always been. “Please, forgive me, I—”
“Eugh,” is the very unangelic sound that comes out of the other. The priest glances up at him, unsure if it was him who made it. “They train you well in that church, don’t they? I’m not a servant to anyone, darling, ‘specially not when you’re down on your knees like that.”
The priest flushes, stumbling to his feet a little too quickly. His lover watches with a hint of glee in his eye.
“I came here looking like a human because I wanted to be treated like one,” he says once the priest is back up. “You acting like that is exactly why I hid myself.”
Something twinges in the priest’s chest despite everything. “You– You didn’t trust me.”
“I couldn’t trust anyone.” His lover, this angel, shrugs idly. “Being an angel doesn’t let you reveal yourself to anyone, not even those you love the most.”
The cross twitches in his hand. “And now you know,” the angel—his angel, why couldn’t he see it before?—continues. “I’m sorry.”
The angel turns to the window again. “Darling, I—” The priest stops short, and the angel pauses for a moment, waiting.
The silence is thick. “I’m sorry,” his lover repeats, and in one smooth move he’s out of the window and into the darkness.
The priest almost trips over the rug in his haste to look outside. His fingers get splinters from the claw marks in the wood, but he doesn’t care. The street is empty.
His lover, an angel, disappeared into the night. All because he wanted to be the one with the surprise. Ironic.
#creative writing#writblr#writers on tumblr#writing#writing community#heroes and villains#fantasci writing#shoutout to midnight mass for the inspiration. love that show#next one will be a day late im afraid lads#cause its HALLOWEEEEEEEEN#so yall can expect a spooky story on tuesday :)#or i hope tuesday. i post from the uk so it might be outta whack with yalls timezones im sorry#heres a lil half spook for yall til then
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i’ve become a little obsessed with your curtwen stuff do you have any more to share 🙏🙏🙏
Aww thank you, that’s so sweet! I honestly need to rewatch saf, it’s been too long since I’ve seen it! All this talk about them has made me really miss them I just wish they could’ve had a happy ending, but I guess that’s what fics are for
I can’t remember what all I’ve said, so I might repeat myself or contradict a previous headcanon, but that’s the way the cookie crumbles 🤷♀️
But I love the idea of Curt & Owen flirting via mock interrogations & they progressively get less realistic & more playful (& homoerotic) as time goes on & what we see at the beginning of the show definitely isn’t the first time tickling has found its way into this little game of theirs
They do the will they won’t they thing for probably way too long, but they wanted to be 100% positive they were picking up the vibes they thought they were
Ok but their first kiss was completely accidental. They were running away from someone together & they had to hide in a cramped space like a tight alley or a closet & they’re fumbling & shoving at each other & they turn their heads at the same time & next thing you know they’re fuckin’ smooching! They’re both so shy about it & can barely meet each other’s eyes & Owen just mumbles “not a bad kisser Mega” & Curt’s like “neither are you” & then they’re staring at each other blushing & all of a sudden they’re making out
Pretty sure they both found out each other was ticklish while on a job together since that’s when they spend the most time together. I think most people think Owen found out Curt was ticklish first, but just imagine with me, if you will:
Curt arrives to a job that Owen got to first, but shit hit the fan & he got caught & is being interrogated. It’s pretty early on, so he’s not too roughed up yet, & he can see Curt in the rafters & he’s both relieved & annoyed because he knows he’s gonna rub it in his face that he had to save him. Curt ends up sniping the baddies & hops down like his knight in shining armor & he goes to untie him, but Owen’s hands are tied behind the chair & his chest is tied to the back of the chair, the rope under his arms & around his ribs. So while he’s untying him, he’s squirming around & breathing a little weird & Curt’s like “quit moving so much or I’ll leave you here” & Owen snaps back “quit tickling then!” & he freezes up & Curt has the most gleeful, sinister look he’s ever seen
“What was that?” “Nothing” “no no, you said you’re ticklish?” “Really Curt, that’s what you’re taking away from all this? We need to leave!” “Why? I already killed everyone here, it’s just you & me” “Curt…” “why not have some fun?” “Mega I swear to God-“ & then Owen didn’t get another coherent sentence out for about half an hour
After that, Curt was a fucking menace & never let him live it down. He’d sneak up on him & launch a surprise tickle attack, he’ll constantly bring up how he “can’t believe” how ticklish he is, he’ll even mock his laugh & say how even his laugh sounds posh. Really, Owen had the patience of a saint & Curt really took it for granted
He bides his time, giving him a chance to back tf off with all the teasing, but one night when they’re sharing a hotel room (with only 1 bed mind you) Curt keeps tickling him & it’s really not funny because he just wants to sleep damnit! Cut it out, I mean it! & Curt goes to squeeze his hip again & all of a sudden he’s laying flat on his back with an angry, very smug Owen hovering over him & his life flashes before his eyes. He gives a nervous lil grin & tilts his head like “y-you got me, I’ll leave you alone now” & Owen’s like “oh no no no, you’ve been tormenting me for months, you’re not weaseling out of this that easy” & Curt really should learn to shut up because he doesn’t even think twice before saying “well what took you so long to snap?”
& now it’s Owen’s turn to give him an evil smile & cups his ear like “I’m sorry, what did you just say?” & Curt’s really struggling now, but Owen has him pinned pretty good & he’s sputtering out apology after apology saying how he’ll never tease him again lies & he’ll drop the whole thing. But Owen is smirking so much as he leans down & asks “Curt… now be honest… have you been doing all this hoping I’d get my revenge?” & Curt’s heart has never beat so fast in his entire life & he answers so quick he literally cuts him off by yelling “NO!” & then much cooler “no, why would I want that?” & Owen just hums “oh I don’t know, maybe because it would mean my hands would be all over you” & he waits for Curt to try to argue before striking. He miiiight have gone a bit overboard, but he had a lot of revenge to catch up on. & it’s not like he didn’t give Curt an out, he just refused to “break” to something as “stupid” as tickling, so it was really his fault. He swears his throat didn’t hurt after that brutal attack, but when they wake up the next morning his voice is shot & he can barely speak above a whisper. Of course now it’s Owen’s turn to never let him live it down. “I can’t believe you were giving me so much shit when you’re 10 times as bad as I am!”
I didn’t know this was just gonna turn into one one headcanon but I speak the truth, the whole truth, & nothing but the truth no matter how long it is so help me God
#asks#anon ask#i have GOT to make this a fic when i get the time#spies are forever headcanons#saf headcanons#curtwen#curt mega#special agent curt mega#owen carvour#saf#spies are forever#ticklish!curt#ticklish!owen
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Hi!! Mind if I get relationship headcanons of scp 682 with an scp reader? I’d prefer if the reader was also quad (on all fours) and immortal, just so it’s not awkward. I’d also like if the reader and 682 have known eachother for centuries so they’re super inlove <333 and if you don’t mind, maybe some hcs of them having children? Lmk if you don’t want to, that’s totally fine! a̶n̶d̶ ̶m̶a̶y̶b̶e̶ ̶h̶e̶a̶t̶e̶d̶/̶i̶m̶p̶l̶i̶c̶a̶t̶i̶v̶e̶ ̶s̶t̶u̶f̶f̶ ̶i̶f̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶’̶r̶e̶ ̶o̶k̶a̶y̶ ̶w̶i̶t̶h̶ ̶t̶h̶a̶t̶ 👀
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~𝕾𝕮𝕻-682 x SCP!Reader Headcanons~
HELP WHY AREN'T THERE ANY 682 GIFS
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GRGEHDEJXJCKDDGRRR YES THIS IS GLORIOUS
MY REACTION WHEN I SAW THIS REQUEST:
Note: Reader is shaped like alligator frog lizard too I think and if not then at least on all fours as asked, and are pretty much an evil power couple.
Note 2: There's a lil' bit of heated headcanons ofc 💅
Note 3: Some of the words are black to match 682's theme. I suggest turning on a lighter theme to read.
~Enjoy~
★★★★
𝕾𝕮𝕻-682
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~YOU'RE THE ONLY LIFE FORM HE LIKES
~Like. he's stupid and in love with you and refuses to let anyone else see it.
~But the security cameras can see, unfortunately.
~Just pokes you in the side with his snoot to get your attention.
~He's a smug and coy bastard who likes to make dark jokes and tease you. He's rude, but in a "I love you but you're stupid but you're really not stupid and I just don't know how to express my love so I'm gonna call you stupid because I love you so you're stupid" way. like he's tsundere but he's not cruel toward you.
~Y'know he's constantly having people on his ass trying to kill him. He's always fine but you like to fuss over him and mutter about humans being scum 💜
~Would cause an absolute damned RIOT if they tried to find a way to kill YOU.
~Gets angry pretty easily, but sitting beside you and grumbling about whatever he's pissed about while you humor him makes him feel better.
~Gets annoyed if you tease him about how grumpy he is, but he ends up chuckling anyway.
~NOW WHEN THINGS GET ALL HEATED aka he's horny, he's a literal animal. I mean. More than he already is.
~Will definitely try to put on a show for you by showing off his ego and resting his muzzle on your head while he tries to seduce you with dirty talk, badically. How the hell is he so human for being such an animal? No one wants to know, honestly 🤡
~SORRY BUT BREEDING KINK. I know I'm like "oh yeah I don't do smut" SO THIS IS THE ONLY THING I'LL SAY.
~Def gonna give you some babies, and all the bitches working at the facility are trying to stop it because they CANNOT HANDLE ANOTHER LIZARD THING THAT LEGITIMATELY WON'T DIE
~Sucks to be them I guess because it happens anyway.
~Nudges them babies around to play around, like he does with you.
~He is violently protective of you and the little monster babies.
~Plans are made to separate you from each other and to kill the babies.
~Doesn't work. Nope. Absolutely not. Half the personnel people or whatever died that day.
~682 does seem to be a lot happier with you and some kiddos- It's a huge difference from how usually pissed he constantly is everyday of his life. He's still rude and annoyed, obviously, that'll never change. You and the babies are the only life forms he likes at all, and he's terribly in love with you c:
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Mikasa omits telling their mothers the part where she always gives in to the asshole who texts at 2 in the morning because the dick is just that good🤭
“So Mikasa,” Her mom begins tentatively, curious now that Eren isn’t here to witness the conversation, having been dragged off by his dad to help unload something from the car.
Mikasa glances up over the rim of her tea cup, “Yes Mom?”
Carla is practically bouncing in her seat, vibrating with excitement before she answers the question for her mom, “Tell us the truth, any boyfriends? You said the boy you were seeing wasn’t being that nice, but that still means you’re seeing someone!”
Mikasa winces, shit she gave too much away trying to shade Eren, damn it!
“It’s nothing, he’s just some asshole in one of my courses.”
“Oh Mikasa, you say that now darling but you know I met Grisha in college, and that’s when your mom and I became friends, university is an important time.”
“He could be the love of your life,” Her mother tells her dramatically, “I bet he’s handsome too, what does he look like?”
“Umm,” Mikasa trails off nervously, because what is she supposed to say, how is she supposed to tell them it’s literally Eren and he’s handsome because he inherited his mother’s genes and somehow made them more attractive on a boy.
“He’s no one, we’re not, we don’t—“ Mikasa struggles for words, and Eren as usual chooses the greatest possible time to interrupt, appearing in the archway of the dining room, “Sorry Ma, Mrs. Ackerman, unloading Dad’s new gear took longer than I thought.”
Mikasa’s mom’s eyes practically light up at the sight of her arch nemesis, a bright smile overtaking her face, the sun rises and sets with Eren Yeager to her.
“Nonsense, you’re not a problem at all.”
“Of course darling don’t worry, we waited to pour your tea so it wouldn’t get cold,” Carla tells him with a smile, gesturing for him to take the seat next to Mikasa again.
“Actually, Eren, maybe you could help us out, do you know Mikasa’s mystery man? The one she was discussing earlier, she won’t tell us any more!”
At this, Eren turns to her, that irritatingly handsome smile on his face, dripping with smugness, all teeth as he looks her over.
“Oh really, so Mika is afraid to tell you about her man?”
“Her man!” Her mother gasps in indignation, “They’re dating?”
“No!” Mikasa denies but Eren’s voice cuts over hers, “Well they might as well be, she’s over at his place so often,” he glances at her, jades eyes filled with mirth.
Now her mother looks as if she’s going to have a heart attack, her delicate values overtaken by Eren’s admission, “And she’s always wearing these pretty little outfits for him,” He fingers at the hem of her dress, a flowy white sundress that swishes around her thighs, “I’d say it’s love, never seen her get so dressed up for another boy before.”
Mikas fumes as their mother’s rejoice, because Eren isn’t wrong, has hit the nail on the head, noticed all the extra time and effort she puts in to look nice for him.
And it pisses her off because she’d gone to special effort to make sure it was decidedly NOT noticeable but also noticeable enough that he noticed, god fucking damn it she hates men, fucking Eren Yeager.
Mikasa smacks his arm, “I am not! Did you hear what I said earlier mom, he’s a raging sexist asshole, and he’s constantly texting me for booty calls at 2 am, what kind of boy would do that? One who doesn’t respect women that’s who! I can never be with him, it would undermine everything I stand for, women’s rights, what was it all for? What did the suffragettes protest for, were their sacrifices in vein, what was—“
Eren slaps a hand over her mouth, his other tapping at the edge of his now full tea cup, evil smile on his face as he turns to face their moms, checkmating her, “I think the better question Miki, is whether or not you answer those 2 am texts, hmmm? I’ve seen her an awful lot around the frat house at late hours Mrs. A, why just last night she was there at—“
Mikasa lunges at him, tea be damned and the afternoon ends in spilled tea, a lot of yelling and Mikasa threatening bodily harm.
All in all, not the worst ending for their visit, at least they hadn’t cracked her mom’s new tea pot this time.
And the end of the day ends like it always does, with that same sexist frat bro texting her at 2 am on the dot.
At the very least Eren lets her ride him in his car, telling her with a wicked smile as he looks up at her, a hand placed firmly on her hip, the other cupping the full curve of her ass, “I’ll let you ride me tonight Mika, you’ve earned that, women’s rights and all.”
She’ll fucking kill him.
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