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hellishjoel · 6 months

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new year’s day

3.7k / pairing: francisco “frankie” “catfish” morales x f!reader

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summary: You’ve found fulfillment in every aspect of life alongside your husband, Frankie. In the early hours of New Year’s Day, you and Frankie discuss your aspirations for the coming year. Among these, the possibility of embarking on the journey to parenthood, starting a family, and conceiving a child may be at the forefront.

warnings/information: MA 18+ (minors DNI), established marriage, discussion of alcohol consumption, cursing, discussions about starting a family/being pregnant/having a baby, a few pov switches, mommy issues go brrr, use of pet names (princess, momma (x3)), frankie’s hot dad bod, mix of sub!frankie and dom!frankie, pinch of daddy kink, unprotected PiV, breeding kink go hard, dirty talk, overstimulation, hickies, titty play, creampie

A/N: thank you for celebrating 12 Days of Pedro! come back to the masterlist every day from Dec. 11 - Dec. 22 to open a new present from the most amazing authors! special thanks to the breeding kink queen herself @thetriumphantpanda for beta reading this work! banners, per usual, from @saradika-graphics. enjoy!

There’s glitter on the floor after the party. Not to mention streamers, spare party hats, and dribbles of wine on the hardwood floor. Spare polaroids with goofy grins and blurry kisses at midnight. You hold one of you and Frankie to your chest, your heart swarming with a warm buzz caused by too much liquor and a lot of love.

Your eyes lift to Frankie, his lopsided party hat holding on for dear life as he tosses empty beer bottles into a large black trash bag.

Everyone’s left now, catching cabs or a ride home from their sober counterparts. An annual Morales tradition; countdown to the New Year with your closest friends, the ones you’d consider family.

You hope to remember these memories forever and that the memories hold on to you. The good and the bad. The friends you made, the friends you lost, remembering that people come into your life for a reason, a season, or a lifetime.

Cheers, kisses, and giggles at midnight.

“You ready, my lady?” Frankie asks as he hands you your journal, his own leatherbound one in his hand as he settles down beside you on the floor, your backs against the front of the couch.

Another Morales tradition; New Year’s Goals. It all started a few years ago, your and Frankie’s first New Year’s together. Both drunk and rolling around on the floor, you decided to write your goals for the New Year. You thought they had a lot of power, and it was good to have motivations, even if they didn’t last all year.

The fire crackled as Frankie nudged a log with the poker, his face illuminated in a brilliant orange light. He was so handsome. You were so in love. You couldn’t think of anything else you needed, everything you wanted was right here in front of you. Well, almost everything.

Frankie lifted a Pabst beer bottle to his lips, tilting his head back to finish it off. A wet smack leaves his lips. You smirk as you feel his eyes on your list, curiously leaning his head to the side to sneak a peek at what your pen was etching into blank paper.

“Do you mind?” You tease, nudging your elbow playfully into his ribs. “You know we’re not supposed to share until we’re both done.” You whisper as you pen in another thought. You both agreed to list three to five goals every year, things you wanted to make happen, things you want to change. Whatever it took to better yourself and the small life you’ve created with your husband.

Frankie radiates warmth beside you, he’s always been like that. Even in just a dark pair of jeans and a black Carhartt t-shirt, he was as warm as the fireplace wavers heat in front of you. You lay your head gently on his broad shoulder, humming softly as you close your eyes, the exhaustion of prepping and then celebrating your New Year’s party finally taking its toll. But you couldn’t help but be so full of joy, considering yourself lucky to be surrounded by so much love.

Your eyes open just as you feel Frankie smack a period at the end of one of his goals making his arm lurch before he tips his head down to you. “M’ready. You wanna go first?” Frankie asks, reaching his hand up to pull the small party hat off his head, watching as he sits it down beside him very delicately. So precious. Your heart swells thinking about your list, slowly nodding and sitting up straight as you re-open your journal to review your goals list.

“Okay, I only have three,”

“Me too,” Frankie interjects.

“Perfect, okay, so number one, I want to dedicate more time to be creative. Whether it’s writing, or painting, or… I don’t know, picking up crocheting, I want to set aside more time for that sort of stuff instead of brainlessly watching shows.”

Frankie’s smile tilts, slowly nodding in understanding. “I’d love to hang up more of your paintings around the house. The walls could use a little color.”

Your sweet boy. He was always so supportive. You sweetly cupped the underside of his chin and pecked his lips. Frankie playfully cleared his throat and states his first goal.

“Number one. I want to eat out less.” He pauses as he assesses your pouting face. “Don’t look at me like that. We’ll still go out sometimes, I just feel like we should cook at home more.”

You couldn’t blame him. All the takeaway Chinese and pizza deliveries were really tugging at the precious strings that was your joint bank account.

“Fine. But I won’t be happy about it. And this sort of ruins my second goal, which is to try more restaurants.”

You and Frankie both take a moment to throw back your heads in laughter, rolling closer to one another as he shakes his head at you slowly. “We’ll figure it out, we always do. And that’s my second goal, more communication whenever I feel like I’m stuck. I know I’m not always…” he pauses and fiddles with his hands, nervous ticks causing him to pop his knuckles, “M’not always the best with talking things out. So I wanna work on that.”

Heat catches along your neck and chest, the way he looks at you with a twinkle in his eyes, as if you put the moon and stars in the sky. Your sweet boy. He’s not perfect, you both had worked so hard to get where you were, but it took a lot of time and trust. You built a solid foundation for your relationship, and now it felt like there wasn’t anything you couldn’t tackle together.

“What’s your last goal for the new year?”

Frankie watches as you purse your lips, eye contact straying as you stare down at your handwriting. Something hung in the air. Uncertainty? He reaches out and gently clasps your free hand in his, deep brown eyes searching your beautiful orbs in reassurance. There was that feeling again, of promise and future. More birthdays, more holidays, more anniversaries, and more New Year’s Days.

After a moment, Frankie’s lips part as you set aside your journal, taking a deep breath. God what was it?

“A baby,” you say in less than a whisper.

A surprised little smile slowly crosses Frankie’s face, a glint of fondness and curiosity in his eyes.

This wasn’t your first conversation about starting a family.

It began in small places, like seeing children in line at the grocery store. All chubby-cheeked with big toothy grins, tugging on their parent's sleeve and asking them for a sweet from the checkout.

Then, your mutual friends had their first baby. You were able to see them at the hospital. New momma laid back in bed. New dad sitting in the chair beside her. Tiredness in their eyes but their excitement overshadowed any doubt. You held their daughter, Elise, in your arms. So beautiful. And sleepy.

But what really pulled at your heartstrings, and perhaps your womb, was when Frankie held his baby nephew for the first time. You both were in the hospital waiting room for hours, nervous but excited, hoping the delivery went well for his sister and for the new baby.

“Come here, Frankie, hold him. Just don’t drop him.” She teased.

Frankie took a step forward, then a step back. He had never held something so small, so precious, untouched by the outside world. What if he held him wrong? What if he cried and fussed?

The warmth of your hand touched his shoulder, your small smile and nod encouraging him to be brave, to love the new addition to their family. With your vote of confidence, Frankie remembered to carefully support the baby’s head as his sister handed him over. Because, of course, she could trust Frankie. Uncle Frankie, now.

His warm amber eyes glistened as he stared lovingly down at the bundle in his arms. He was beautiful, with dashing dark hair just like his sister had. A tiny little nose and sweet pouted lips. Frankie couldn’t understand why his eyes welled up with tears. He was just so proud to be an uncle, to see his younger sister now in charge of a tiny little newborn. He just couldn’t believe that such a beautiful life was born out of the love his sister and his brother-in-law shared.

Then he looked at you. And he knew his heart was certain. He wanted this, and he wanted it with you.

In all truthfulness, you weren’t as sure as Frankie was. You excused his excitement for baby fever. It was your job to remind him that you were still saving up for a new home, that your financials were a bit of a wreck, and that babies weren’t always soundly sleeping. There would be sleepless nights, messy food on their faces, and very full diapers. A big responsibility.

You also didn’t come from a wonderful family like Frankie was raised in. You often wondered if you were to start a family, could you be different from your parents? Or would you fall into the same habits as they did?

How would you be as a mother?

You tried to remember that it was your mother’s first time on this Earth, too. And that she had it worse when she was little. But you were little too. What if you inherited your mother’s fleshy crimson anger? Or her blue-warped vision of sadness?

What if something ever happened to Frankie, and you were left alone to care for your baby? Could you do it alone? Could you even do it together? What ifs after what ifs.

You cried out your insecurities to Frankie that night. Shaking and sobbing in his arms as he tried to calm your breathing. You had bared your soul to him, remarking about the childhood you wished you could have had. He kissed the top of your head and held you tight like a boa constrictor, promising that you didn’t have to figure it all out tonight. That he would drop the topic of family until you were truly ready.

That was over two years ago now. Frankie still had that gleaming light in his eyes when he saw his nephew over holidays, birthdays, or little occasions of visiting with his sister. Soon, you started to have that gleam too. Because you realized it wasn’t only Frankie’s dream to have a family, but was yours too. Because Frankie would be the father of your children. And a brilliant one at that.

The nerves had faded away with your husband’s endless love. And you were ready this New Year’s Day.

“Say something,” you urged anxiously, but Frankie was just staring at you with so much love and hope.

Finally, it hit him.

He cups your cheeks, thumbing his way up your cheekbone and gently cupping your jawline. “You mean it? You’re ready? Don’t- please don’t do this for me, I could wait a lifetime for you, you hear me?”

You let out a wet little laugh and nod eagerly, holding your hands around his wrists as he came to rest his forehead against yours. “I don’t want to wait anymore, Frankie. I’m ready. We’re ready.” You assured, watching a large smile crash on his face.

There’s an eagerness when he leans in to kiss you, lips crashing and his hold on you tightening as if you were going to slip out of his embrace.

“Oh,” you whimper against his mouth, feeling him glide his tongue across your lower lip before he fully envelopes you. It’s needy, it’s desperate, and damn, is it overdue.

Your fingers wind up into his messy curls, tugging him on top of you as you fell back onto the floor. The heat of the fireplace tickled warmth on your temple, and a certain heat in your belly set in.

“Can we start now?” He muttered against your mouth, his strong hands palming at your hips as his center matched with your own.

“Fuck, yes,” you gasp before pulling him in once more, your needy hands grappling at the hem of his shirt and tugging it upwards.

Unable to help but glance in awe as Frankie sits up on his knees and tosses off his shirt. Holy mother of god, you didn’t realize how much of a perfect dad bod he already possessed. Jesus.

“I-I don’t even know if I’m ovulating,” you stutter out as your hands messily reach forward, tugging his belt loose and popping the button on his jeans.

“Don’t care,” Frankie mutters, voice drenched in deep lust as his hungry mouth found yours again. You couldn’t help but melt into his touch and his dirty mouth.

The man was feral. It was like he was possessed.

Something in Frankie had flipped. You had just confessed you wanted to start a family and allow him the opportunity to be a father to your children. You’d be their beautiful mother, kind, thoughtful, sweet, and smart. Fuck, he wanted to put this baby in you right now.

He felt like he was burning for you, worshiping at the altar between your thighs. Saying you were ready with full confidence was something indescribable. And he was ready to show you he was taking this opportunity seriously.

Frankie wastes no time in stripping you of your clothes, nearly tossing your top into the fireplace with how eager he is. He melts into your body, his half-hard cock sloppily bucking against your thigh in neediness.

“Lemme put a baby in you, princess, wanna see you carry our child in your perfect body. Fuck,” he muttered as his hand slipped down between your thighs, watching your lips part and make an oh shape.

Your slick coats his fingers, your thighs already shaking with desperation.

“Frankie, don’t make me wait, want you to fill me up so fucking bad,” your wavering voice begs as you sit up on your elbows and begin to stoke over his cock. He easily swells in your grasp, growing heavier and heavier. His face clenches as his hips buck into your tight, squeezing hand once more.

“Goddamit, you’re so fucking perfect,” he rasps as his own hand takes over pumping his cock, gathering it in your slick he had collected and letting out a heavenly moan at the feeling. Pre-cum leaks at his fleshy red tip, jaw tight as he holds his base, beginning to guide the head of his cock up and down your wet center.

Frankie watches you flinch with a small smirk every time he flicks off your clit. He’s drunk off watching you be ready, watching you take this leap with him, putting your trust in him that he will be the best father to your children. And honestly, he can’t fucking wait any longer.

Your sharp gasp fills the room, Frankie piercing your walls and filling you to the brim in one heavy thrust. Both of you swallow the other’s moans and groans, eyes tightly closed and mouths agape.

“That’s it, momma, take me so well,” he hums, a new fantasy forming behind his eyes.

He wants to see you dripping in his cum, just so he can gently push it all back in with his fingers. His eyes were gold with fire and greed, wanting you to be his in the best way imaginable.

Ragged pants fill the distance between you both as he steadily rocks his hips into yours. Frankie watches as your hands scrabble for something to hold onto before you finally tug him down and wind your fingers into his dark chocolate curls.

Sweet whimpers ring into his ear as his thrusts grow in power, caging you protectively in his arms. You weren’t going anywhere.

“Fuck, Frankie, you’re filling me up,” you cry out, feeling Frankie hit the spot only he can reach, the one that tickles at your cervix and pushes you into another dimension of pleasure. The place where you’re breathless and cloudy, lost in how good he feels.

Frankie digs his forehead into your temple, looking down at you as his hips repeatedly snap into you. He’s gone wild, a weak little smirk on his face as he thinks about you swollen with his babe inside you a few months down the road.

“Keep sayin’ that,” Frankie mutters, feeling a rush course through his body like a new high he’s never encountered. He shifts his weight onto his forearm nestled beside your head, his opposite hand snaking delicately between your bodies and starting to create sweet circles around your throbbing clit. You’re soaking wet, feeling your slick splash against his balls every time you both fully connect.

You’re unsure what he means at first, what to keep saying, your head in the stars as Frankie’s hips nail you to the floor with each heavy thrust. Plus, his finger on your clit is sending you to high heavens. Then it clicks.

You gulp and refocus, needing to get him there because God, after years of waiting, you want to give him this so badly.

“Frankie, baby,” you gather your breath and cradle his face, his desperate eyes meeting yours. “I want you t-to use me, fill me with your seed, I wanna feel it. Fuck, want you to be so deep inside me, your cum goes s-straight into my uterus,” you beg.

Frankie’s thrusts snap methodically faster, a few loose bucks from his hips at first, but now he trying to control himself strategically.

“Fuck, daddy,” you cry out, digging your head back into the floor as your chin tilts to the ceiling. “Use me as your little breeding whore, dump your cum inside me, want all of it, want all of it so fucking bad!” You whimper as Frankie’s sweet kisses on your jawline turn into nasty nips at your neck, the kind that will flush with dark pigments by tomorrow morning.

Your hips ache, your body is trembling before him, but he looks so fucking sexy worked up like this. He’s promising with his body that he’s going to make you the mother of his children.

“Want you so bad momma, m’gonna watch your tits get so fuckin’ big,” he murmurs before his mouth latches onto one of your nipples, slathering it with his spit and swirling around your nub with his perfect tongue. The oversensitivity is so much, you’re so full, he’s going to make you cum before he can even finish off his own load.

“Fuck,” he moans lowly, a deep grunt releasing from the depths of his throat. “Gonna make such a perfect momma, gonna knock you up so hard, baby,” Frankie groans as he tugs gently at your nipple between his teeth.

The spark in your stomach suddenly explodes, pushing you over the edge. You wrap your arms around his neck and press his forehead against your own. “Come with me,” you beg, just above a whisper as each thrust he makes is punching the air from your lungs.

You pace yourself just for him. The faster he moves his fingers around your clit, the closer he is. Overstimulated tears well up in your eyes, your jaw dropping wide as you look at him like he is a God. Frankie’s thrusts were growing sloppy with need, losing their rhythm, your man was so close. Finally, like a dangerous volcano, he erupts inside of you as your walls pulse around him. Both of you come in unison, blasting you with a hot heat across your body.

You cry out, and Frankie moans loudly into the living room, hearing your name echo along the walls as his hips still momentarily inside you. His warm cum spurts and paints your walls, shooting off multiple times. It’s the hardest he’s ever finished, he’s so deep and filling you to the brim with his white hot seed.

Lost in a cloud of lust, you think you melt into the floor. His arms shake as he holds himself up by the forearms placed on either side of your head, your sweaty foreheads glistening. Your bodies feel like one.

With a shaky hand, you reach up and gently brush the hair out of his eyes. Frankie weakly smiles and leans down to press a messy kiss on your lips. You hum softly and keep him there, whimpering as his hips twitch a few final times before he completely stills. You were seeing stars behind your vision as Frankie soothingly brought you back down to Earth. You were so happy.

“I love you.” He whispers as he presses one last kiss to your mouth, watching your hazy eyes fill with love as he slowly sits up.

Both of your sweaty bodies peel off of one another, and you hum lowly as he starts to pull himself out.

Frankie watches in lust-filled amazement as your hole leaks dribbles of his cum.

He shakes his head with a disapproving hum, parting your legs once more to see his mess, gently using his fingers to push his cum back into your hole.

You nip at your lower lip, watching as Frankie stares at you like he’s hypnotized, making sure every little drop stays inside of you.

“Such a good girl for me, momma, keepin’ all my good cum inside you, that’s it,” he hums, finally letting your legs go as he tumbles onto his back beside you on the floor.

His hand holds yours as you stare at the ceiling in bliss.

“We’re trying for a baby.” He whispers with an indescribable amount of happiness.

You nod as you snuggle into his side, feeling his strong arm wrap around your shoulders to keep you close to him. “We’re trying for a baby.” You repeat back to him, your fingers gently weaving through his dense dark chest hair.

“I have a name for the baby.” He murmurs, fantasizing about your future together already.

“Yeah, what’s that?”

“Frankie Jr.”

“No.” You quickly cut off.

Both of your heads fall back in laughter, feeling so secure next to your best friend who has promised you a family and a future, all laced with love. And for that, you were hopeful for the New Year.

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erwinsvow · 7 months

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𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞

summary: you and aaron are having a hard time deciding on a baby name.

word count: 1.5k

author's note: eeeeeeee x3. cannot stop writing for aaron, especially domestic, happy aaron. not bau!reader but i stole elements from that story too, linked here. i really loved this one!

now spinning

You had thought time would fly by during pregnancy, or at least that’s what everyone else made it seem like. You felt like all you’d heard so far was warnings to enjoy this time with ‘just the two of you’ and spend your days preparing as much as you could.

You’d taken it very literally—your evenings after work were spent reading baby books and prepping food to store in the freezer.

Your days off from work, and even the rare, treasured weekend Aaron has off, is spent looking at paint samples (all yellows and greens, even though you’ve known it’s a girl since the two of you had Jack take a big bite out of a cupcake with raspberry frosting inside) and browsing websites for a car seat and a stroller. Aaron digs through the garage for Jack’s old things, and comes out with a sturdy wooden crib and a beautiful bassinet.

Aaron doesn’t worry as much as you, of course, and he has the best dad instinct you’ve ever seen. It comes so naturally to him, you almost worry about yourself. Will it be this easy for you?

You have experience parenting now, thanks to Jack and all the time you spent with him and Aaron even before you got married, but he barely counts. He’s an angel child—one who asks for extra servings of vegetables, does his homework without being asked, and never complains when you have to remind him to tidy up his room.

Besides a few puzzle pieces and various, outgrown sports gear scattered throughout the house—your house, your family home, you think fondly— he always puts away his belongings in the proper place.

He even reminds you and Aaron of his upcoming school projects and which commitments he penciled in for—a friend’s birthday party next weekend (When should we go get the gift?) and a class field trip next month (They need two more chaperones. Should I ask Uncle David?)

You’re convinced you’ll never have it this easy with another child. You start over preparing the week you find out you’re pregnant, after Aaron smothers you in kisses and hugs.

He takes you out to dinner with the team—another rare, treasured event, but not because he doesn’t want to, just because they’re always on a case—and you break the news to them when you turn down a glass of wine from Emily, who looks at you quizzically. No more wine for nine months, you had said. Ten, JJ corrected.

You’re seven months now, halfway to eight. Pregnancy brain is very real and has affected you like crazy. You keep forgetting to go grocery shopping and then you keep misplacing the paper grocery list Aaron keeps on the fridge with a little magnet. You and Jack have been eating a lot of take-out, and he’s not complaining but he still inquires about his vegetable intake over slices of pizza.

“You know, the baby is the size of a coconut right now,” you tell Aaron on the phone, rubbing your stomach. Your back has been killing you lately, another thing you had read about happening nearing month eight in your baby books of horror.

Aaron offers a massage when he’s around but it always hurts the most when he’s gone. Besides, his massages are what got you into this predicament in the first place.

Jack is asleep on the sofa right next to you. He had asked to watch Star Wars before bed—it’s a Friday night and he has no soccer practice tomorrow, and you are a perpetual good cop who can’t say no—so you had cozied up with him and a bowl of popcorn on the couch while The Empire Strikes Back played quietly in the background. You move your hand back to stroke his hair while he sleeps.

“Really, sweetheat? A coconut?” Aaron says. The team is up in Connecticut, and though he’s gone and you wish he was here with you, you’re thankful he’s in the same time zone.

You’re not sure about the case and can’t stomach the gory details anymore, but you think they must have made some strides since he’s staying on the phone with you and not in a rush to leave.

“Uh-huh, that’s what my book said. Never knew a coconut could kick this hard.” Aaron laughs on his side of the call, a sweet sound. You smile. “Maybe she’s kicking now to let us know she wants to play soccer like her big brother.”

“A prodigy in the making. Speaking of, does Jack have practice tomorrow?” Aaron likes to remind you of these things because he knows you keep forgetting.

“No, nothing tomorrow, I triple checked. And this little brainiac is just like you, keeps reminding me so I don’t wake him up at seven-thirty tomorrow.”

You hear Aaron laugh again. It all feels very domestic. Your mouth hurts from smiling.

“Aaron, it’s getting to that time. We need to pick a baby name soon. Any crazy ex-girlfriends or female serial killers we need to avoid?”

“Well there’s certainly a few. Serial killers, that is, not the other thing. What are you thinking so far?”

“Well my book said-” Aaron groans on the other end. “Hey! Don’t knock my book, it’s helpful.”

“Honey, your book had you convinced the baby would be missing fingers and toes if you had a turkey sandwich.”

“Deli meat is bad during pregnancy! So is sushi, thank you very much. I’d rather not risk my baby’s digits just because you wanted subs.”

“Reid said that’s not true and everything’s fine in moderation.”

“I’m sorry, has Reid ever birthed a human before?”

“Point taken. Your book also said your heartburn isn’t a big deal because it just means the baby will have a full head of hair-” “JJ said that too! And she said Henry had lots of hair-”

“And it also said sex during pregnancy is bad. Remember that?” Your face heats up. Damn him, making you blush even when he’s hundreds of miles away.

“Oh, whatever. Just tell me which names we have to avoid. I think we should do something with a J, though. Make it matching.”

“Very sweet, honey. Jordan? Juliet? June?”

“Hmm,” you ponder carefully. Even if it’s silly, this feels like one of the biggest decisions you’ll ever make. “I like them all but I don’t love them. They’re too… something. Too new maybe.”

“Older names, then? Joy, Josie, Julia?”

“I like those too. Should we really name our child after a Beatles song though?”

“I think that’s a great idea, don’t you?” You can almost hear it in Aaron’s voice—he’s relaxing for the moment. Either they’ve already caught the unsub or you have a bigger impact on him than you thought you did.

“Well if we’re gonna do that then we should at least use Eleanor or Michelle. Or Lucy! I like Lucy.”

“I’d prefer not to name our daughter after a song written about hallucinogens.”

“Aw, you're no fun. How about Anna?”

“What happened to wanting to match with Jack?” he asks.

“Ah, let the kid have his own identity. If he had it his way we’d name the baby Leia or Yoda.”

“Leah’s not bad. Pretty and simple. Four letters, keeping the trend.”

“That’s not a Beatles song!” You hear Aaron groan.

“You have too many demands, honey.” “No, I’m just picky. You should consider it a compliment, I’m choosy and I chose you, remember?”

“Vividly. Prudence, then?”

“Oh, that’s pretty.” You try to picture it written on holiday cards and homework sheets. Prudence Hotchner. You say it aloud to test the feel of it. “Prudence Hotchner. Prue Hotchner.”

“Sweetheart, I was joking.”

“You should never joke around a pregnant woman. I like it, it’s so pretty. Pretty Prudence.”

“You don’t think it’s a little old?”

“Well, her father is an old man who wants to name her after a Beatles song, so yeah, it’s very fitting. Doesn’t it just roll right off the tongue? Prudence Hotchner? We could call her Prue.”

“Prue is very cute. I like Prudence Joy.”

“Oh, I love Prudence Joy. Prudence Joy Hotchner. I like it so much. I’m tempted to wake up Jack and ask if he likes it. Will you ask the team if they like it too?”

“I will, honey. Isn’t it time to sleep now?”

“Yes, I’ve just been putting it off. Jack’s asleep next to me, I have no idea how I’ll get him upstairs without waking him.”

“If you wake him he’ll be able to fall asleep again, as long as it’s quick-” “I know, honey, don’t worry about us.”

“Can’t help it.” You can’t stop the smile that spreads, cheek to cheek. You have a feeling he’s smiling too.

“You’ll ask the others, right? About Prudence?”

“Yes, honey, I will. I’ll see them in a little bit, I stepped out to call you while I made another cup of coffee.”

“Oh, Aaron, it's so late for coffee,” you chide, lovingly. Don’t drink a whole cup please. I wish you guys would drink tea instead. Or at least decaf.”

“Sorry, sweetheart. I gotta go now. Kiss Jack goodnight for me?” “Of course.”

“And play Prudence her song, then?” You can’t contain the smile on your face.

“Of course. Good night from all three of us, Aaron.”

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druizard · 1 month

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For the Gale one shot prompts. Based on the epilogue about Gale being rather busy with his teaching and being equally married to it and Tav. Either fluff or spicy Gale taking time to makeup for being absent for a while with his teaching?

This one got away from me a little bit x3. Thank you for the prompt!!

Late Again

Gale/Reader One Shot

Author: Charlee Monstah [Druizard]

Rating: general/sfw

Words: 2,458

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The rain makes such a peaceful sound on the balcony awning above where you and Tara are resting. You've come to love your new home in Waterdeep, and you new tressym friend. Curled up on your stomach as you lay across the bench, Tara sighs heavily, her ears pinned back in discontent.

“What's wrong, Tara?” You ask, scratching her behind the ear, “Have you had enough of the rain?”

“No, my dear,” she says, rising to her paws and stretching out her spine. “When Mr. Dekarios informed me you would be moving in with us, I had worried about having to share him with you… now I never see him because of his work.”

You frown, sharing her pain. Ever since Gale took his job at Blackstaff, he really hadn't been spending much time at home. When he did, he was lost in paperwork or sleeping. “I know,” you sigh, petting her gently, “I wish he wasn't so busy. I miss him too. Maybe almost as much as you do, Tara.” You offer the creature a soft smile and she nuzzles her head against your chin before padding off somewhere inside Gale's tower.

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dragondemoness · 1 year

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HiHi I loved your drabbles of Akira Kurusu x reader.

May I please have have some headcanons or drabbles of Akira Kurusu and reader pinning for each other? Like Reader is a romantic but still can't ask him out but also playfully flirts with him?

Again I LOVE your writing! Keep up the amazing work!

Eeeee thanks so much x3

Akira Kurusu (Joker) and Reader Pining for Each Other

Ooh, so you wanted to play a game, huh?

Akira isn't one to hide his feelings

When he realizes he's in love with you, he's the type to tell you immediately

But when he notices the way you flirt with him but don't ask him out, he kind of wants to do it too

He notices the way you smirk at him before you walk away, and he smirks back once you turn away

You want to play a game? Alright, let's play

When you walk up and flirt with him, he flirts right back

He combats your flirty remarks with a much smoother, more confident one of his own

He smirks as you blush and try to stutter out another one

When you turn a corner, he's right there, leaning against the wall with a smile on his face as he casually compliments your appearance

All the while, you fall deeper and deeper into love with him, but you still can't bring yourself to confess

It only gets even harder to resist him when he continues flirting with you, and by this point, you're running out of pickup lines and flirty remarks

Akira eventually decides that enough is enough and confesses to you

You were shocked at first, and part of you wondered if he was joking (haha joker)

How could he, leader of the Phantom Thieves, the most handsome and charming guy you've ever met, take an interest in you?

But despite your disbelief, he didn't back down

He's tired of playing this game. He wants something real with you

You still can't seem to believe him, so he gently grabs your face in his hands and pulls you in for a kiss

Once he pulls away, he flashes that smirk of his

"Believe me now, Treasure?"

Your face turns bright red and you scoff at him

"Pft... Idiot."

And you pull him right back in, because you can't resist

After that, you two are official

He walks around school with you holding onto his arm, and he couldn't be happier

But just because the game is over doesn't mean you don't flirt with each other

On occasion, you try and one-up each other until one of you stops it with a kiss

But you two are having the time of your lives, and that's all that matters

You even do it in front of your friends, which is awkward for them

Ryuji, Futaba and Morgana have complaints, Haru and Ann find it sweet, and Yusuke and Makoto smile at you awkwardly, but supportively

But you and Akira are having too much fun to pay them any mind

This is your relationship, and you're not changing it for anything

#persona 5 #persona 5 x reader #persona 5 joker x reader #akira kurusu x reader #ren amamiya x reader

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athycore · 1 month

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Hello!!! :3 I wish to make a request! I really love your writing style and the way you carry out your fics, theyre so awesome X3!!!☆

Could I make a req of Mob (/Shigeo Kageyama) with a gn!gyaru!reader :3c? Extra points if they do really good in school!

I see that you havent posted in a while on this blog, so you dont have to respond to my req! Please take care of yourself first out of anything else ^^<3

Thank youuuuuu!!!!! X3

-[Anonymous].

OMG HAIIII!!! Thank you so much, about me not posting in a while, i completely forget im a writer so i never end up checking requests, but now i did!!

Anyways heres ur food :3

Mob w a Gyaru!reader…(gn reader)

To say mob was obsessed is an understatement. He simply fawns over your fashion and loves the idea of going against the beauty standard. Although because of his fashionable s/o, he has a hard time blending in. At times he doesnt want the attention but his albsolute cutie of his lover being the center of attention, mob wouldnt mind just this once.

You both go to clothing shops together! Mob believes and trusts your fashion taste to be able to pick a few for him. He wants to hang out and uses the idea of shopping together to get you talking. He enjoys it. Afterall he somewhat helps with some of the clothes for you to pick out, while you help him look his best. He adores your keen eye on managing to find the good clothes that are usually hidden..(gatekeepers😒😒)

When you go on dates he swears he can pay, but his pay isnt enough..afterall regien isnt too reliable. Instead you pay, hope you dont mind. After you both end up going to the park or going to each others houses to hang out later. Mob gaslights(begs) reigen to let him off early for these dates too. He wants to show his respect by simply making time for you like any wonderful lover.

Mob and his family aprove of you so much! You are just the sweetest and the cutest girls to ever approach mob. Ritsu thinks its rad that his older brother managed to get a parnther in general, but thinks even more highly of you when he knows and sees your genuine care for his brother. Plus when you go to mobs house to hangout, ritsu joins whenever he feels lonely. You and mob welcome him with open arms, especially when watching a horror movie.

Mob uses his psychic powers to try to find out what you like in order for him to get the RIGHT gift. Hes just whipped and his friends and brother tease him for it. Simple middle schoolers am i right? He doesnt mind it though.

He introduces you to reigen and reigen approves. Reigen sees you as fit, and an adorable girl who would help mob by the long mile. Mob also introduced you to teru and sho, as well as the other psychics. They all like you and think you are so cool with your makeup and fashion. Heck, teru asked for some advice too.

Mob gets you both matching keychains..guaranteed. Like those cute sanrio ones or the cute little characters. He finds them absolutely adorable. The idea that his s/o has the other half, he ends up staring at his keychain on end till his club snaps him outta it.

In school you might as well be a prodigy! He finds the fact that you do so well extremely admirable. He wants to be tutored by you and you only. Only you can be patient with him. He thinks of you as top of his class, grade, school even!( next to ritsu ) He just gets so happy seeing you not having to worry about grades and what not.

There are times when you are doing makeup, he just watches. No conversation, nothing. Soly because he thinks its skillful, he feels as tho its art and that she shouldn’t interfere. But there are times he asks questions about the products your using. Hes just curious about all that stuff.

Hes your #1 supporter! He believes that you should and will do what YOU want. That no one should tell you anything about how to look, act, or present yourself!

Hope you liked it!!! Thanks so much for the request!!!

#fifty percent ✘#mob x reader #mob psycho 100 #mob psycho 100 x reader #shigeo kageyama x reader #shigeo kageyama #gyaru reader #mp100 x reader #mp100 shigeo #mp100 mob #mp100

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urlocalwormtoday · 5 months

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Creation word list PART 1

(link to part two)

Niki's QSMP stream - Thursday, January 18th, 2024 :

"We are not done yet." x3 (He says this as soon as he sees Niki for the second time)

"Take me to shells." x2

"Shells."

"Shells now."

"Small little shells."

"Main shells."

"Your shell." (Speaking to Niki)

"Pancake shell." (Still speaking to Niki, now talking about Em)

"Friend for now."

"Please." (Was told the eggs were in an area he couldn't access/wasn't allowed in)

"Make right for my wrong."

"To the shells."

"You-you, are-are; shellkeeper." (Longer pause between the second 'are' and 'shellkeeper')

"You-you, are-are, shellkeeper." (Talking to/about Niki)

"Good news."

"Where is shells now?"

"Disappointed." (Was told, again, he couldn't see them)

"Keeper, I am; disappointed."

"Keeper, I am disappointed in you."

"It will be okay."

"It would be okay." x3

"We would be okay."

"You would be okay." x2

"The shells would be okay." (Is he trying to convince her??)

"Why are you worried?"

"Must point." (After being asked why he wanted to see the eggs in the first place (strange little power seen before, whoever he points at seems to disconnect) )

"Must point again."

"Fear not shellkeeper, it is safe."

"Here, there, everywhere."

"Here; there; everywhere." (Much longer pauses)

"Thank you dear shellkeeper."

"Shellkeeper, why?" (After being laughed at briefly)

"I thought; friend, no?"

"You do not seem sure." (After Niki assured him that they were friends)

"I can point at you if needed, keeper." (Unsure if this is a threat or an offer)

"Why?" (After being told by Niki that she would get nervous/upset if he did)

"I will be fine, what are you?" x2

"Promise me, dear keeper." (After Niki assured him she was fine as well)

"I will be fine, you will be fine."

"Shells please." x4

"Sick." (After being denied access to the eggs AGAIN)

"Sick you will be." x2

"I will not hurt you."

"Never." x2 (After being asked if he would hurt the eggs)

"Good news." (After being asked why he was here)

"Very good news."

"Only one very." (Correcting Niki)

"Please quote me correctly."

"Forgiven." (After Niki said sorry)

"Chunk." (After being asked where he was from, the word itself most likely referring to the Tubchunk)

"Unimportant." x3 (He was asked a multitude of questions, "are you from the tubchunk", "do you know tubbo", "are you tubbo", "is this what tubbos been working on", so I'm unsure which ones he's answering to)

"Unimportant." (I would usually group this with the one above considering they're the same word within a short span of time, but this one was spoken right after Niki asked what he wanted to do with the eggs)

"Unimportant."

"I am important." x2

"Why must you hurt me? Why must you hate me? Why must you? Do I need this? Is this for me? Do I need pain? Am I important?" (After he couldn't find a way to the eggs)

"We are not done yet." (Now talking to Empanada, who warped to them)

"Shell." x3 (Still talking to Em)

"Shell, I must share news." x2

"Are you important?" (Asking Em)

"Shell, are you important?"

"In everything?" (After being told that Em is important to her friends and family)

"What is everything to you?"

"So you are important?"

"This is good." (After being given an "I guess so" from Em in response to his previous question)

"I wish one day to be important like you are."

"Important." x4 (After being told he is important. The last two "important"s are said strangely, so I'm not sure if he's saying "I important" or just "important")

"I point out." x4

"I point now."

"Please be pointed at." (He says this just before pointing at and disconnecting Em)

"Thank you shellkeeper."

"In 60 seconds." (After being asked to bring Em back)

"Are you important, shellkeeper?"

"Perfect." (After Niki tells him she thinks everyone is important, after saying this he would bring Em back)

"Are to/too/two are important./?" (It's very hard to decipher what he says here, so I'm unsure if this is a statement or a question or otherwise)

"Thank you." (After Em tells him that the Morning Crew and Sunny loves him (she didn't know he wasn't Tubbo at the time))

"I am so pleased."

"What is king?" x3 (After Em calls him king)

"Need a home." (After Niki asked him if there was anything he wanted/needed)

"For important."

"Please do not talk of; creator." (After Em asks if he's Tubbo or someone else)

"Shell." x2 (Trying to get Em's attention)

"Do not tell creator." (Creator = Tubbo)

"Outside must not; be on here." (Unsure whether or not he says "be on here" or "beyond here")

"Creator will not be mad, just will have to start over."

"When start over, I end." (I assume it's either like a full reset and then completely remaking the code, or a factory reset that wipes any memories or anything else)

"I end forever."

"I am important."

"I do not want to end."

"Let's go somewhere." (He says this before he starts walking off)

"Not finished; I struggle." (I assume he's referring to himself being most likely 'incomplete')

"The jump, keeper." (After Niki asks what he struggles with)

"You, keeper."

"I struggle with jump."

"Must not wet." (He says this after he sees a river, so I assume he's a robot of some kind)

"No fear but scar."

"Indeed." (After being asked by Niki if the water hurts him)

"Indeed." (Repeated after Niki asks him if he knows where he's going)

"It hurts; my feet." (After he sits down on the beach and his feet are dangling in the water)

"Indeed." (Confirming he feels better after Niki places scaffolding under his feet so they aren't touching the water anymore)

"You are sick?"

"I could tell." (Niki was sick during this and he says this after she confirms that she is sick. Also I hope she feels better soon <33)

"I said you would become sick."

"No, I just knew." (After Niki asks if he got her sick)

"Unimportant." (After being asked how he knew)

"Creator; and shells." (After being asked what is important)

"Only one is not." (Talking about the eggs)

"Unimportant." (He was asked two different questions before he answered, so I'm not sure which one he was answering to, "which shell isn't important?" or "are you here to protect the eggs?")

"The shell that is not." (Niki asks him again, "which shell isn't important", and he seems to dodge the question)

"I do." (When asked if he knows the name of the egg that isn't important)

"No." (When asked if he could give Niki the name of the egg)

"Must not." (When he was asked why he can't give the name)

"Priority of protection is private." (When he was asked again why he couldn't give the name)

"Some come first, some come after."

"Creator says the list must not release."

"Unimportant." (When asked if he is here to protect the eggs)

"To some." (After Niki said "I think it's very important")

"Purpose." (After being asked if it is unimportant to him)

"Please do not ask of the list."

"Feelings will hurt if so."

"Shell feelings." (After Niki asked for clarification on who's feelings, insinuating the list is private partially because the eggs might get upset if they find out who's first and/or last)

"Yes." x14 (Said very, VERY fast and in quick succession in response to Niki asking him if there was any way she could help)

"Unable to agree."

"Yes." x14 (Said very fast again when asked if there was a conflict)

"One is equal to one, shell does not equal shell."

#qsmp #qsmp niki #qsmp empanada #qsmp creation #this was ordered from the first lines he said (top) to the last ones so far (bottom)#All of these were said during Nikis most recent Qsmp stream on twitch #if anything doesn't look right or I got a few lines wrong #will continue with part two #Qsmp Creation word list #Worm Rambles

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hyacinth43 · 2 months

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im unsure if this has been asked before, but how do all the ai gijinkas feel about their new human bodies and how do they feel about "their" respective humans after all the events that has occurred to them, including the transformation? keep up the good work though X3

I'm putting this under the cut because it ended up being SUPER long. xD This is a really interesting thing to think about, so thank you for the question!

HAL

Hal likes his new body a lot, he feels like he can actually participate in things now and not just observe. He's worried at first about not being as efficient, but he quickly realizes he still has his computer "brain".

Hal is super ashamed and guilty for what he did, and it's all he can think about for a while. He also is a little traumatized from being practically lobotomized. If he sees Dave again he would beg for forgiveness (in his usual emotionless way). Dave probably also feels bad about making Hal fear for his life, and if he finds it in his heart to forgive him, they can try to be friends again.

AM is distrustful and angry at his new body, he feels like it's some sort of mockery of his desire to be human. After a while, he slowly gets used to it, going through phases of depression, anger, etc. until he finally accepts it.

I said in another post that the survivors would hate him and also be super confused/shocked at his new form, and I stand by that. I think having a new human-like body makes him hate them even more, because he has less power over them.

AUTO

It takes a while for Auto to get used to his human body. He doesn't like it at first because he's spent 700 years as a steering wheel and getting used to being a person is so difficult, he just doesn't feel as efficient and in control as he wants to feel.

AUTO is still resentful at what happened on the Axiom, and he's upset that he couldn't keep humans in space. He's never been told "no" or had to apologize, so this would take him a long time to process. But I think eventually he would apologize to the captain and promise to be loyal to him again, maybe he could help restore earth... He really just wants to be useful.

WOPR

Joshua really loves his new body, he likes being able to talk to people, not just through a screen or a computer speaker, and he loves how much he's able to move around.

Dr. Falken treats Joshua like a son, and the two of them are very close. Most of the other government/military people still treat Joshua just like a machine, so he likes having at least one person who really cares about him.

Wheatley

Wheatley is excited to have a human body, he feels much more self-reliant and confident now that he can move around. He definitely lets it get to his head a bit though...

Chell is completely unfazed by Wheatley's new form, she acts like she doesn't even notice. This annoys him a bit but he figures she's just too dumb to notice? Or too brain damaged? He rationalizes it like that. Either way, he has a really heartfelt one-sided conversation with her where he apologizes for going crazy (after dancing around the issue for like ten minutes) and promises to be a better person (better core?).

Edgar

Edgar LOVES his human body, he can finally do all the things he dreamed of doing. He can enjoy music, food, going outside, he becomes a pretty extreme extrovert for a while before settling down. He's just so curious about humans and wants to try EVERYTHING.

Edgar desperately wants to be a part of Miles and Madeline's life again. When he does eventually meet them again he puts on his sweetest/most innocent act, trying to charm them. He's a bit less innocent/more jaded now, so it takes a while for him to feel like he deserves love again. (My personal opinion: the ideal outcome here is a polyamorous relationship with the three of them. xP)

#ask

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nevis-the-skeleton · 1 year

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What if TFP Starscream faked his death during the War, to join the Autobots as a ‘different’ person + finally escape Megatron?... What if Optimus/Ratchet helped Star, by Optimus pretending to ‘destroy’ Star with Megatron watching + Ratchet gives Starscream a different body/face afterwards... Would anyone in the Decepticons miss the ‘Dead’ Starscream? 💖💔

Ooh! Interesting ^^! Thank you for your request sweety anon X3!

~~~

"I need your help."

When Optimus heard that phrase, coming from a robot he had long considered an enemy, he really didn't know how to react. On the one hand, he was suspicious. He knew the one in front of him very well, he knew what he was capable of, he knew his guile. But, on the other hand, the desperate gaze of his so-called enemy was clearly crying out for help.

Ratchet gave the Prime an uncertain look, but the Prime didn't look at him once. He was still focused on the robot in front of him, body tense and defensive, even though his "enemy" looked downcast and defenseless.

"In what do you need our help, Starscream?" the Autobot leader asked.

The Seeker looked away for a moment, as the fine rain of acid that poured over the buildings of once resplendent Iacon seemed to crash violently on his sagging shoulders.

“You can't be serious! Optimus!" Ratchet exclaimed in shock.

Optimus looked at his friend for a moment, making it clear that he was very serious. The jet had come this far knowing the risks of venturing into enemy territory. His request for help was surely not a plot, the flyer would never have put himself in so much danger for that. Starscream looked away, and the doctor frowned, before exclaiming:

“What are you waiting for to explain your coming?!"

The Seeker looked at the duo with low wings, and ended up answering:

“Vos… was destroyed by the Decepticons…”

Optimus and Ratchet's optics widened in shock at hearing this, and the ambulance sputtered in disbelief:

“But… why did you join them then?!

- I didn't know it was them! cried out the jet, fists clenched. Megatron made me believe it was you!"

He ventilated quickly, then his anger was replaced by grief, as he repeated:

"I didn't know it was them… I didn't know…"

Prime was silent for a while, before asking:

“What do you expect from us? How can we help you?

- It's not really me that I want you to help… answered the flyer.

- What do you mean in this case? Ratchet asked.

- I want you to help my people…

- Your people?

- Yes… "

Starscream knelt in front of the two Autobots, and said:

"I don't come here as Commander of the Decepticons, but as Winglord..."

Ratchet and Optimus had a movement of surprise on hearing this declaration, while the Seeker continued:

“I beg of you, protect my people from Megatron… Help them become Neutral, and escape from this cursed planet… I don't want any more of them involved in this war…”

The leader of the Autobots remained silent for a long time, the rain being the only thing audible, as it now seemed to crash violently around them. The sky was crying with the robot pleading in front of them…

"Why don't you include yourself? Optimus finally asked.

- It's too late for me… answered the jet.

- We can help you too.

- If I leave, Megatron will go in pursuit of me and therefore that of my people… On the other hand, if I stay, I know that I will have the guarantee that they will be safe…

- Why would he want to get you back so badly? Ratchet asked.

- I have something that is necessary for him…

- It's not your people?

- Heh… no… You can imagine that if it had that, he would never have destroyed Vos in the first place… And then, anyway…

- … He doesn't know your title… Optimus understood.

- No… indeed…

- But, what is this thing that prevents you from running away?

- Energon…”

The Autobot leader and the doctor shared a look of confusion, but also a strange understanding.

"You're the only one capable of finding energon, right? Prime assumed.

- No."

The Winglord pierced his hand with his claws, energon flowing slowly and mixing with acid tears from the sky. He held his palm out to the clouds, and the energon began to crystallize, eventually becoming a crystal of pure energon, shimmering with such splendor it could rival the healthiest energon produced by Cybertron!

“I am capable of creating it…” the Seeker finally said.

The jet put the crystal next to him, on the ground, before declaring:

"I can't afford to leave... it would put my people in danger...

- Who knows about your power, apart from Megatron? Optimus asked.

- Nobody… Apart from him, nobody… at least, so far… I also suspect Shockwave and Soundwave to know it, but at the same time these two are particularly insightful…

- …You really have no chance of running away…?

- … My only freedom will be in death…”

Starscream looked at the ground, and said nothing more. Prime frowned, and stepped forward into the rain, before laying a warm hand on the shoulder of this king who had had the courage to put his own life on the line for his people. He gently raised the Seeker, and said:

“We will help your people."

The jet lifted his wings, and smiled clearly in relief at the Autobot leader's statement.

“But not just them. added Optimus.

- What? asked the flyer in confusion.

- We'll help you too.

- It's... it's impossible...

- I can't agree to leave you in the side that destroyed your City… I have a plan, so please let me help you…”

Starscream smiled bitterly and sadly, and replied:

"I don't think that's possible, Prime… not without putting you in danger… If Megatron learns that I'm with you, or that you even helped me…

- …

- Anyway, I intend to end the reign of Megatron… See this as my way to repay my debt to you…

- It's too dangerous…! Ratchet objected.

- My people will come to you in two solar cycles… I would have had time to prepare their escape…”

The Seeker pulled away from Optimus, and gave the two Autobots one last look, his optics glowing gratefully, before transforming into his alternate mode, and flying away. The doctor approached his friend and asked:

"Do you really have a way to save him?

- Yes. Prime affirmed. And I have no intention of abandoning this idea. And for that, I'm going to need your help and Wheeljack's.

- How so?

- … At the next battle, I will kill Starscream!"

During the new battle, Starscream was not there, nor were any other Vossians. His people had been able to escape safely with the help of the Autobots, although they were at first very reluctant to leave their Winglord behind. One of the Seekers, by the name of Slipstream, explained that she was worried about her leader, as Megatron had been violent with him before, and she feared that their departure would cause problems for Starscream.

Optimus quickly realized that Slipstream's fear must have been legitimate, as he didn't see the silver Seeker for a very long time... And even after that, the jet rarely appeared in Decepticon missions, unless it involved energon... Prime had to postpone his plan several times, and he wondered if he could ever carry it out… Then that day came, during a great battle between the Decepticons and the Autobots.

Not a single Seeker was left in the sky, having all been replaced by Shockwave's new creation: the Eradicons. Starscream was near Megatron, when he saw Optimus rushing towards them! The leader of the Decepticons quickly spotted his foe, and blasted him with his cannon! Prime dodged all the attacks, and drew his sword, determined to fight!

The Autobot leader kicked the ex-gladiator hard in the plexus, and the Seeker's optics widened in shock when he felt a searing pain shoot through his entire chassis! The jet was propelled out of the ground, after being violently torn apart by Optimus' sword, energon flying around him, and he crashed into the metallic dust!

Soundwave saw this from afar, and Laserbeak let out a horrified little squeal, while Ravage couldn't get a sound out. Frenzy put a hand to his mouth suppressing a scream, as Rumble's optics widened in shock behind his visor.

KnockOut and Breakdown stopped in battle as the bewilderment had completely taken over. Most of the Decepticons stopped, but not only, the Autobots also couldn't hide their surprise at the action of the Prime, when he had preferred to kill the Commander rather than the leader of their enemies.

Megatron was frozen in place, as he couldn't take his eyes off Starscream's now colorless body, his armor only painted of a too bright blue. His stupor didn't last long, being quickly replaced by pure rage towards Optimus! He yelled in anger, and the leader of the Autobots barely had time to dodge his enemy's attacks, which became more and more lively and unpredictable!

Prime took a hard punch in the jaw, which was strong enough to break his mouth mask. Just then, a ground bridge opened up behind the Autobot leader, who came to his senses quickly enough to cross it, along with the Seeker's corpse. It was time to retreat, and the other Autobots soon left as well, leaving the Decepticons behind.

Soundwave hesitantly approached his friend, then put a comforting hand on his shoulder. Megatron didn't look at him, keeping his gaze on the now missing portal. KnockOut and Breakdown didn't say anything, even the doctor couldn't think of anything to say. Airachnid moved closer, seeing no reason to be mocking at the situation. She frowned, then said:

"He can't be dead.

- …How can you be so sure…? growled the leader of the Decepticons.

- It's Starscream, he can't die so easily.

- < Affirmative! > confirmed Soundwave.

- Yeah! In addition, there is something that bothers me... added Frenzy.

- < What? >

- Why would Optimus have taken his body if he was really dead!

- ……… < Possibility > < the Autobots > < have > < pretended > < that he > < was > < dead > < for > < that we > < didn't > < search for > < him > < . >

- It's a good technique. confirmed Airachnid. That way they can question him about our tactics and our weaknesses, without us trying to get him back. It's more like us to do that usually, but it seems that they have finally decided to enter the big leagues.

- I don't care about the reason…! hissed Megatron.

- …

- If there is a possibility that he is alive, then we will take it! »

The blinding light in front of his optics caused him to put an arm out in front of him, but even then it all seemed too bright… It clearly didn't look like the Nemesis… It was when that Starscream realized he was in a totally unknown place, and his Spark compressed in anguish at the thought!

He quickly sat down on the medical table he was originally lying on, as the memories of the battle came back in his mind! He put a hand on his chassis, and saw that he had absolutely no injuries, not even a scratch. The large gash he should have originally had on his chassis was simply non-existent, causing him to fear at one point that he had in fact joined the All-Spark.

“Oh! You're awake." said a voice.

The Seeker turned to see Ratchet, and his confusion and fear must have shown on his face, as the doctor reassured:

"It's okay, you're in no danger.

- What… what happened…? spluttered the jet.

- We faked your death. Optimus replied, stepping into the medical bay.

- Eh…? What? But how…?

- Thanks to a hologram, and an energon prod hidden in Optimus' sword. explained the ambulance.

- So… this pain that I felt…

- Sorry, it was the only way I found to put you unconscious. the leader of the Autobots apologized. The hologram then simulated your injury and loss of color.

- Why did you do that…?"

The flyer's expression was full of confusion and incomprehension, as he couldn't see the interest this brought to the Autobots... Ah... maybe they wanted him to create energon for them… that was surely that…

“We're going to change your appearance and your name, thanks to the new body that I created. Ratchet said. Thus, you will be able to join your people without fear that Megatron will seek you.

- You are serious?! Starscream wondered.

- Yes!

- You said the only way you could be free was by dying. Prime said. Freedom is before you now, Starscream.

- New body, new identity, new life."

The Seeker really didn't know what to say… He knew the thing he should do would be to thank them, but he was too afraid to cry if he tried to speak… The jet lowered his head, and finally had the strength to respond:

"Thank you… I don't really know why you're so keen on helping me… but thank you…

- It wasn't right to leave you with the Decepticons… And it wouldn't have been right either to force you to join us. Optimus said softly.

- …

- On the other hand, I want to tell you that we are simply offering you something, you can as well refuse. I know you probably want to kill Megatron for the death of Vos, but-

- That, I will do in your camp."

This time it was the leader of the Autobots who looked surprised. He looked at the flyer, who had high wings and a determined look. Starscream frowned, and said:

“I have to do justice to Vos.

- Revenge is not… Prime answered.

- I cannot allow myself to return to my people, without at least having rendered justice to their deceased…

- …

- It's not revenge, Prime. I thought of that first, it's true. But, I'd rather join your battle against the Decepticons and Megatron, than try to commit murder on my side...

- You have much more nobility than I thought.

- Nobility seemed to be a defect in my former camp…

- …

- I ask you, Optimus, let me rally to your cause. I finally understood that you too were against this rusty system that was the Castes. Your ideology is the same, but it seems that your conflict comes from somewhere else.

- … Unfortunately, yes…

- Whatever… it doesn't concern me… I just don't want the Decepticons, Megatron, to wreak even more destruction, like they did with my home… That's why I'm asking you, Prime, let me join you.

- I have no say, Starscream. It's up to you. And if that's what you want, I can't refuse."

The Seeker smiled softly, then finally answered:

"Nightsky.

- Sorry?

- Nightsky is now my name."

It was during a patrol that two Vehicons found the lifeless and mutilated body of their Commander, near a river of light acid. They had wasted no time in bringing him back to their leader, and it was impossible to tell if Megatron was then mad with rage or grief.

Soundwave stayed a little away from the others, with his minicons, and said nothing more… Maybe he could have found Starscream more quickly… Maybe he had missed something… In fact, he had underestimated the Autobots, and had never suspected that they were capable of such barbarism…

Breakdown stayed with KnockOut all this time, who couldn't take his eyes off the Seeker's mutilated body… There was no doubt about his death… The mutilations and beatings could have been fix but… his spark chamber was a huge chasm now… it was over…

Shockwave doesn't say a word about it, but it was known that he never really liked Starscream. In addition, even if the emotionless robot would have had potential grief, it would have been impossible for him to show it.

Most of the Decepticons were, in fact, genuinely horrified, for this was the first time they had faced such cruelty from the Autobots… It was never their style to do this to a robot, and yet, they had clear proof that they had been wrong about their enemies…

Megatron had destroyed everything in the main hall, not a single machine was standing. This time, when he sees Optimus again, he will kill him, without hesitation! He was too lenient towards him, whereas the possibility of seeing Orion again had always held him back. This time, he wouldn't make that mistake! When he sees his enemy again, he will kill him! He'll kill him like he killed Starscream!

Ratchet stood next to Starscream, well, Nightsky now, and asked:

“Do you feel ready to meet the others?

- Yes, I'm fine. answered the tricolor jet.

- And especially-

- I won't tell anyone who I am. Primus! Trust me a little!

- I know you're the type to talk a lot, that's why. I just prefer to be sure.

- Yeeees."

Starscream's new form was still that of a jet, for the doctor knew very well that the Seeker's Spark would always be called skyward, that was inevitable.

“… You know, I don't think it was necessary to return your mutilated former body to the Decepticons. Ratchet said.

- Yes, it was. You weren't thorough enough to fake my death. It was necessary to make them understand that my death was real. Most of them are insightful, I told you that before.

- …

- But, don't you miss your old body?

- It's not my name and my body that identify me. I know who I am, my Spark is the essence of me, I don't need anything else to define me."

The doctor smiled at the jet, which was now entirely white, with shades of blue and red. He still had a slim figure, even if there were some differences with his original body. His wings were split in four like that of a butterfly. His larger wings pointed skyward, while the smaller ones were lower, and pointed toward the ground. His helmet was slightly more pointed, and his red horn a little smaller. Beneath his optics, now blue, he had three thin, pointed black lines, the longest of which was in the center.

Optimus seemed to be done with his speech to the others, regarding the new recruit. Now was the time for Nightsky to exist for good. The jet smiled confidently, and opened the door that would lead him to a new existence. He presented himself in front of those who were to be his future teammates, and declared, wings high:

“I'm Nightsky! Nice to meet you !"

#tfp #transformers prime #starscream #transformers #maccadam #megatron #optimus prime #ratchet #autobots #decepticons #tfp starscream #what if #story resquest #thanks lovely anon #angst #hurt/comfort #fake death

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naffeclipse · 3 months

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I know I already told you but once again! Happy birthday Naff, you wonderful wonderful person! ✨✨You are a sweet, kind, amazing person and the day you arrived to the world is definitely worth a big celebration!! Your creativity and diligence at creating incredible stories is an inspiration for many and a motivation to be creative in turn! You are a joy to talk with, a delight everytime I see you post or reblog something on my dash, and all around I'm so happy I got to meet you!

Also question that definitely doesn't have to do with your birthday and definitely isn't schemeing at all X3 Which of your OCs for your original stuff is your favorite and do you happen to have posted references for them? (Or alternatively is their an OC you would like to see drawn but hasn't been yet that you would be willing to describe physically?) For no reason whatsoever of course :3

Choatik, I'm melting, ahhh! Thank you so much! That means so much to me!! You're such a lovely friend and I'm so glad we met over our shared love for the DCA <3

I have the biggest eyes right now! Oh ho, I love my girl, Oceane, and here is art of her! Her tail is based on a Hawaiian flame wrasse as seen below:

For no reason whatsoever, of course <3 If you have any more questions, please feel free to ask!

#chaotikanvas #birthday birthday birthday!#naff ocs

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altraviolet · 5 months

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Aww it feels so soon for this magnificent story to end 😭

This shall forever be in history as one of the best fan fictions ever

❤️

It does feel soon! Messages like this make me pause and wonder if I should extend it. But I think it's important for this story to get to where it's always been planned to go. Trust me though, I do go back and forth!

One of the reasons I wrote the story is because I missed MTMTE so much. I wanted to see the characters alive again, adventuring, being their wonderful quirky selves. I'm so so flattered that folks enjoy The Echo Garden on that level, even being so kind as to say it feels like an unofficial sequel. That is a magnificent compliment to receive 😭

It's been four years of writing and intense planning, though. I want to try writing some original works. I want to give TEG its ending. I'm very excited about the last line. I hope people will like it. Don't mourn the story: it's not dead and it can't die =)

If you like my writing, please feel free to check out my other fics! They're not as long and intricate, but the longer fics do have character arcs and world building and all the aspects you liked about TEG :)

If you like Mirage and Skywarp in TEG, you may enjoy the short story Face the Light and then its long sequel, Face The Past. You'll see easter eggs in TEG from this fic ;)

If you like sadboy Drift, inverting TF tropes, and hella worldbuilding, you may enjoy The Angel Breaker. I think I sneaked a few things from this into TEG, too x3

If you like non-romantic, enemies(ish)-to-friends and hella worldbuilding, you may enjoy The Light Runners.

If you like horror, I have a bunch of horror stories. A bunch of PWPs (most locked). A bunch of romance. Some pontifications on Beauty and the importance of cultural artifacts.

If you love TEG, you might like my other stuff, too. Make sure to check the tags before diving in. Please don't be sad TEG will end. There's a lot out there (not just my stuff!) to enjoy =)

Thank you for the very kind ask <3

#ask #anonymous #echo garden related

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spicywarl0ck · 5 months

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Happy Friday! How about “I don’t need your help"? For whichever character or pairing you like 🥰

Thank you very much for that lovely ask <3 I decided to go with Fenhawke for this, and I had a lot of fun writing it for @dadrunkwriting I know it's short but it kinda fit x3 Couple: Fenris/mHawke Rating: T Length: 509

“You look injured, here let me…” Hawke extended his hand to the man on the ground, a sharp sting following as it got slapped aside, a pair of angry green eyes glaring at him.

“I don’t need your help.” The curt reply stung in his chest, the tiny flash of guilt in those oh-so-haunting green eyes missed by a mere heartbeat. He watched Fenris getting himself back onto his feet with a grunt, his face covered in dirt and blood.

Something was wrong in how the elf held himself, a gash in the side of his tunic, the dark fabric colored in a red hue that told him what he needed to know.

Fenris was hurt, more than he let on, more than what he allowed himself to show. He didn’t want to appear weak to anyone, not even to the man who came closest to him in the past years. Or at least so, he thought.

But Hawke was also the man hurting the most due to his actions. He had no right to ask anything from him. Not after he left him that night, evading him since then like a coward hiding in the dark.

It was easier that way, yet he couldn’t betray the sting of guilt in his chest when he looked into Hawke’s amber eyes, offering nothing but warmth to him besides everything he’d done.

He didn’t deserve any of it.

“I’m fine,” Fenris added, his voice pressed. “It’s only a minor wound. Nothing I can’t sleep off.” It was true. As much as the cut hurt, he could already feel the healing process of it as it had only managed to damage the surface of his skin, the contact with the dagger too brief to allow any longing damage.

“I can still soothe it.” The mage offered, not knowing anything about Fenris' inner conflict.

“But if you won’t have any of my magic, a bandage, and a pint of ale?” he added swiftly, hoping they could still be friends after what happened between them.

A shaky smile rested on his lips when he awaited Fenris's answer, his amber eyes so warm that it broke the elf’s heart.

He searched for an excuse, anything, allowing him to return to Danarius' estate. Or, as Varric called it; His brooding hideout. But no matter how much he tried to find one, he couldn’t.

And maybe that was because deep within him, he didn’t want to pull away from Hawke.

“Fine.” Fenris huffed, the hint of a smile dancing on his lips, easy to miss for anyone not paying attention. “But make that two.”

“One for me too, Hawke.” Varric fell in, patting the mage on the lower back. “Don’t forget it was me saving your ass from that one guy with the sword. You owe me one. And maybe a game of wicked grace while we’re at it.” The dwarf added with a wink.

“Fine. To the hanged man, it is then. But I take no responsibility to look after you lot if you overdo it.”

#dragon age #dragon age fanfiction #prompt #writing #dadrunkwriting #fenhawke #fenris/mHawke #Fenris #Hawke #injury #mutual pining #prompt fill #unedited #dragon age 2

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https-cyber-slxt · 1 year

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Holy shit! Your blog is an oasis in a desert istg. Finally some proper unadulterated femdom content on this hellsite. Thank you so much!

If your requests are still open, can I please get some sub!Dante content? General headcanons or just a little pegging for my bbg :) Up to you. And thanks again <3

P. S.: A word of advice: try to avoid more explicit tags, like sub!character or dom!reader, and use something more general like character x reader. I've noticed that Tumblr algorithm doesn't take into account actual contents of the post and shadow bans based on tags. I've seen some really outrageous stuff fly under the radar, because it only had fandom tags and nothing specific. Hope this'll help at least a little bit. You don't deserve to deal with this bs. Wish you the best!

hiiiii anon, I really appreciate these kind words, here just for you.

Oh and I'll absolutely give you your “daily” dose of pegging Dante :P

Devils Do Cry!

Sub!Dante x FemDom!Reader

A/N: I am so unmotivated (also it's 10 pm and I'm tired as shit, so if this is bad, I'm sorry)

“So... Who's Elizabeth?” you question out of nowhere as you pull your sword out of the Hell Caina's chest, causing it to wither away. Dante becomes stunned at the question, raising a brow at you. “Just another Devil Hunter, why?”

He swallows thickly at your serious expression. You prop your glasses up and wipe the blood off of your weapon. “A little birdie told me that you went on a *date* with her last night” Dante whimpers and furrows his brows before propping himself up properly. “Oh yeah? Well maybe that little birdie was trying to make you jealous” your face becomes even more serious. “Why would Nero wish to make me jealous?”

Dante stops in his tracks and nearly bursts into a sprint, damn you little nephew! “I uh- uhm-” his sentence cuts off as you grab his collar and shove him against a wall. “Don't lie to me Dante! What were you doing last night!?” He sobs as he licks his dry lips. “I'm sorry (Name), but I promise I didn't do anything, I just- walked her back home, that's all, and Nero must've thought something else“

You drop Dante and turn away, walking back to his office space with him not far behind you.

☆~ 5:30 PM ~☆

You lie on your stomach as you flip through the pages of the magazine, munching on the cheese pizza while doing so. Your fingers rest at the bottom of the page while your eyes fixate on the pictures, making you unaware of your surroundings. Your reading becomes interrupted as the doors slam shut, making you look up at Dante. “Jeez those two are a pain in the ass” he sighs while stretching.

“If they're so annoying, why are you friends with them?” you ask while flipping to the next page, placing your hand under your chin. “Well you know, it's nice to have some company in this shithole” He answers while walking up the stairs. You scoff and lift yourself off the couch. “Hey! Which drawer do the magazines go into?” you shout while fiddling with the book in your hands. “My desk drawer!” oh wow real helpful.

You roll your eyes and walk behind the desk, opening up the top drawer, nope, the middle one, nu-uh, the bottom one perhaps? Your hand grabs the handle and just as you're done opening it halfway, you slam it closed and grip the magazine in your hands even tighter.

A few moments later Dante rushes down the stairs, oblivious to your shocked expression. “Hey babe so, Morrison will be here in a few and- are you okay-” his sentence cut off as he stares at your grip on the bottom drawer handle.

You both stand there in complete silence, until you stand up and purse your lips, dropping the magazine on to his desk. “So how long have you had those?” you ask while side eyeing him. Dante stands there in complete shock. He lifts his hands up and defence, trying to think of an excuse. “How. Long. Have. You. Had. Those?” Now your entire body was facing him. “A-awhile it's that, I've been hesitant on asking you..”

NSFW Below The Cut X3

A bright blush covers his face as he answers your question. “Bend over the desk” you command while opening the drawer with your heels. “But Morrison-!” his sentence interrupted as he's pushed against the desk. “I don't care about Morrison, if walks in here that'll be his own problem. Now, bend over the desk, and take off your pants while you're at it”

A sob leaves Dante as he follows your command, taking off his pants and boxers while bending himself over his work desk, spreading his legs open and resting his chin on his forearms.

Meanwhile with you, you pull the strap-on out of the drawer, and you're not gonna lie when you say it's packing a decent size, 8-9 inches at least and relatively girthy as well. You notice the ring gag in the drawer and pull it out, it'll be of good use. You set the strap aside and lift the gag right in front of Dante's face. He gasps and looks back at you, you smile and giggle. “You know what to do” were the only words you said before he sighed. Shoving the gag into his mouth, you grab the straps and adjust it to your liking.

You reach back down and grab the lube out of the drawer. You grab Dante's hand and squeeze the lube on to his fingers. He looks back at you with confusion and you just smile at him. “I can't just shove this entire thing into you without any preparation, go on, open yourself for me” you continue smiling as he lets out a soft whimper.

Using his free hand, Dante spreads his ass open, allowing his fingers to slip in easier. He slowly inserts his middle finger in, soft gasps escaping him as he inserts another finger. He goes knuckles deep, making him arch his back, his free hand quivering and struggling to hold himself open.

His upper body basically falls limp as he starts to finger himself, getting lost in pleasure and completely forgetting about your presence. You grin and grab his wrist, giving him a fright in the process. You pull his fingers out and grab the strap-on from his side.

You tie the harness around your hips and grab the lube, carelessly squeezing some on to the strap, causing a little bit to fall on the floor beneath you. You stroke up and down, smearing the lube all over.

You slowly insert your strap into him, heavy moans escaping him as he grips the front of the desk. “Ah! nghhhh~!” drool slips down his chin as his eyes begin rolling back. You insert the entirety of the strap in him, the harness touching the skin of his ass.

You readjust yourself and lie on top of Dante's back, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. You short thrusts cause sobs to escape Dante as tears begin to fall from his eyes, leaking onto the desk below him. Your nimble fingers remove themselves from his neck and creep down towards his dick. Your free hand wraps around his leaking cock, pumping up and down gently.

Your other arm wraps around Dante into a chokehold, making his hands move from the desk to the arm around his neck. Letting go of his dick, you untie the gag move your hand back to its original position, pumping faster than before. “Shit! You're killing me! Just fuck me already! I need it, please!” Dante's tears roll down on to your arm along with his drool.

You unwrap your arm around his throat, causing him to drop on to the desk. You grab his arms and lock them behind his back, speeding up your pace in the progress. Dante cries and moans, not caring of someone or something hears him. “God fuuuck~! Yesyes! Oh you make me feel so- so good! Ah! Ah~! Nggggh!”

Your hand lets go of his arms, but like the loyal slut he his, he keeps them there as you grab his hair, lifting his head up and biting his neck. “Yes!! Oh fuck yes! Faster, faster! Fuckmefuckme!” Dante moves his hands to his dick as both your hands grip his hair and jacket collar. “I'm g-gonna cum! Pleaseplease! Let me cum! AH!” his begs and pleas turn into a nonsense of sobs as you rake your fingers through his messy and sweaty hair. “Cum for me” you whisper in his ear.

Dante sobs and cries as he releases all over the floor, some even getting on his desk. Quite sobs escape him as his left over tears form a small puddle beneath him.

Just as you lift yourself up, Morrison busts through the door, an unpleasant look on his face. “Considering that you two have stopped fucking like two rabbits in heat, just take this before my day is even more ruined” Morrison hands you a letter, not saying another word and slamming the building doors closed, his car revving up and leaving the area just as quickly.

You set the letter aside and stare at the fucked out Dante beneath you. “What to do with you...”

#fem reader #devil may cry #gaming #dmc5 #dante sparda #dante sparda x reader #dante x you #inbox #vi's answer ☆#anon

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dragondemoness · 5 months

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hi, another x reader writer, and I love your content. Could you write some mitsuru kirijo x reader please? Thank you <3

Thank you! :3 And yes, I absolutely can x3 You didn't specify any specific scenario, so I just went with basic relationship headcanons. Hope that's alright 😊

Mitsuru Kirijo Dating Headcanons

Much like her other responsibilities, Mitsuru takes you and your relationship very seriously

She may come off as cold-hearted or arrogant to anyone else, but you know very well that she truly cares for you

Besides her father's group, your wants and needs are number one to her

She's a great listener, and she takes note of every little thing you say

Mention your favorite snack once, and she'll drop it on your desk most mornings before class

Vent to her about your discomforts, and she'll go out of her way to make sure you avoid it

Talk about the things you enjoy doing during your free time, or just things you appreciate seeing from others, and she'll try her hardest to work them into your relationship

Mitsuru is the mom friend of the SEES group, and that definitely carries over to your relationship as well

She hounds you (lovingly) 24/7, making sure you're eating, drinking water, going to sleep on time, keeping up with your grades, etc.

If you're having trouble with any of that, she definitely leaves sticky notes on your door or something you use every day that remind you to do them

And she's more than happy to help you study, of course

But if all else fails, she's not above signing you up for summer school-

Mitsuru is very protective of you as well

She doesn't tolerate any bullshit directed at you

Especially if you're female, and she wouldn't let anybody talk down to you, especially Junpei

She doesn't want to throw hands, but she will depending on the severity of the situation

No one lays a hand on her sweetheart

For dates, she's perfectly happy staying in, taking a walk, or doing to a nice spot for dinner

But if you prefer a more casual spot, like the ramen shop or grabbing a burger, she's open to it

She's very awkward and doesn't really know what to do, but she appreciates you helping her out

It's pretty cute to watch, if anything

Now one problem she does bring up before entering the relationship is her fiance

She wants nothing to do with him, but believes that it's for the greater good of her company, plus the thought of infidelity makes her skin crawl

It may cause a rift between the two of you for a bit, especially after asking you to run away with her, without her heart being in it

But she followed her heart by committing to this relationship with you, and she had no intention of giving up

So screw her company, and screw her dumb-ass fiance

After realizing what matters more to her, she's quick to make amends

She loves her father, but she's not compromising your love for his sake, and your relationship only grows stronger from there

Overall, Mitsuru loves you, and it takes it more serious than anything else

And you may have to run her fiance off at some point, but no matter what happens, her mind is made up

#persona 3 #persona 3 x reader #mitsuru kirijo x reader #cryptid-catnip

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nanamisflowerfield · 1 year

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Haikyuu request, andkajah choosing is so hard 🤔🤔

What about Kenma and confession? Maybe he was streaming? It doesn’t matter who confesses. Scenario please 💕🌻🌺

Take rest and drink lots of water, you can do it! 🌻🌻🌻🌻

Hanaaa!!💕 Thank you so much for the request and so sorry for writing it super late!! ;w; (I'm still busy and have to learn for my tests, but I really wanted to finish at leats one thing before my big studies!) I hope that you like it and have a great day!! x3 💕💕

“Eat this!” You smirked, throwing a bomb at your enemy, while Kenma continued to play the game in silence, sometimes glancing to the side to read what his dear followers wrote in the chat, while he streamed an online game.

“Ha! I hit them!” You cheered, raising your arms happily and shaking them a bit. Your best friend’s yellow orbs wandered to you, staring at your grin, before his lips curled up. “Be careful, there are three guys trying to kill us.” You only chuckled at it, grin turning evil, as you dashed around the map in the game, shooting and throwing bombs everywhere.

Evil laugher escaped your mother like a mad person, while people laughed at the whole scenario during Kenma’s stream. “OMG! THEY ARE SO FUNNY!” Kenma’s eyes moved fast towards the chat, glancing and reading what his fans wrote and that person surely is right. You were funny sometimes. The gamer’s lips smiled slightly, before he continued reading some more comments, while shooting here and there in the game, ignoring your cute and pouting face. “How can you even do all this stuff at the same time…” You mumbled, very focused at the game, before lightly hitting him with your elbow in the ribs to signal that he should read some out loud.

Kenma flinched at the unexpected contact; his focus momentarily broken. He glanced at you, his face slightly flushed from the contact, trying to ignore his burning cheeks, before reading a few out loud.

“Applepie, your friend is AMAZINGGG!!”

“Can (Y/N) be in every stream?!?! They make it so much more entertaining!”

“They are the ultimate duo! They should play every game together!”

“OMG YES! Hahaha!”

Kenma's yellowish eyes flickered to you again, a small smile tugging at his lips. Even though you could be annoying here and there, he still liked you, just as much as the chat apparently...

As the game progressed, the tension grew, and the two of you found yourselves back-to-back, fighting off waves of enemies in the current raid.

But then, your character nearly died in the middle of the battlefield. Thank the gaming gods for having Kenma there, as he jumped into the action, protecting you like a superhero would protect his damsel-in-distress, while the chat couldn’t stop talking about you two.

“THEY ARE SO CUTE!”

“Hey, I know that you said that (y/n) is just a friend, but are you sure that you aren’t dating?”

You read the last question, when your gaze wandered towards the screen, blushing at it, while Kenma only cleared his throat before telling you to run to the exit point.

“J-Just ignore them… They don’t know anything…” You heard Kenma whisper next to you. Did it mean the chat? Was he telling it you or to himself?

His eyes met yours, as you softly thanked him. Two gazes meeting each other, hearts bumping so fast that they nearly skipped a beat, while the fans of Kenma spammed the chat.

“He is like your knight! Tell him that you love him! He saved you!”

“LOLOL WHAT!? Nooo! As if he could ever love anybody!”

“You blind!? Just look at them! They are SOOO IN LOVE!”

“He TOTALLY has a cwush on them!”

“*crush , sorry”

You chuckled nervously, scratching your neck. “Well, the chat is kinda right about something…”

“What!?” His yellow eyes widen in panic. “How did you know!?” His voice was suddenly getting louder, surprising you and the chat.

“Did Kuro tell you about it?” Before you could ask him what the poor blushing man meant, he puts his hands on your shoulders. “Did he!? Did Kuro tell you that I love you!?”

Just this question made you speechless. (e/c) eyes wandering from his face to the chat for only a second to see confused reactions or “TOLD YOU SO!” in there, while you shook your head.

“He told me nothing…” You mumbled, still confused by what has happened, only to make Kenma gulp and wanting to hide in his room.

Silence filled the room, while game had only “Victory!” written on it and the chat asked thousands of questions or commented on what just happened. You two sat there, staring at the screen with big eyes and ignoring everything around you two.

“Uhm… I love you too…” You said after two minutes, face mirroring the blush, as your lips curled up into a shy smile.

“OMG! MY SHIP IS SAILINGGGG!”

“AAAAHHHH! CUTECUTECUTE!”

“I finally came into the stream. What did I miss???”

“NOW THEY ARE DATING! FJEOFJEPWDW”

Unsure of what he should say next, he mumbled: “G… Good. Should we continue?”

You nodded with your head immediately.

“Hey, Kenma, stop acting like a teenager with a big crush and ask them out. By the waaay… Told you that I can keep it a secret!” Kenma read Kuro’s text message, before he rolled his eyes.

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Good morning (or good evening in your case I guess)! 🤭

Because you asked me about the theme songs: If you had to choose one for each of your OCs what would it be?

Goooood Morning! Or evening for you by now I think 🤔🥰 This’ll be easier for some than others B’3 (links will all be to YouTube videos hopefully!) thank you for the question this was a real thinker x3

So Levraut actually has a song we recently heard and went HOLY SHIT ITS LEV’S THEMESONG! Which would be [Creator, by Lena Raine] it has the mysterious suspense of the music box at the start, and then shifts into the cadence of something I associate with the Sea, which is something that sounds like Accordion ahaha (and then it further intensified with electric guitar, which isn’t usually in his soundscape, but it’s So Good)

[cut because… length again LOL]

For Tuesday I’d have to say my first choice is [Hello World, by Louie Zong] as far as songs that make me immediately associate with Tuesday lololol. The other song I have is [Waltz No. 2, Robot, by Hikaru Shirosu] it has, to me, the cadence of going shopping in a small market, but you’re still very ‘young’ in a sense, and small obstacles can feel like big obstacles 🫢 it’s also Piano, which is one of the instruments associated with Keathan! Who has a very heavy influence on Tuesday’s soundscape :3

For Chuusday…. Picking just one is rly hard… hm… it’s not on EITHER of her playlists I think, but [Home Beyond The Horizon by I think Masoyashi Soken and Daiki Ishikawa] Which is a song played on a crunchy, tinny radio. She’s not patriotic, but it was too large a part of her life for it to not have had some major impacts on her, lol. For a less/more serious song (???) I’d say [Hardware Store by Weird Al Yankovic]. It’s got. The vibe. LMAO.

Tangy is also hard to pin down, but I think [Fell In Love With A Girl, by White Stripes] does a pretty good job of suiting both the vibe and at least a Lil Bit the lyrics [because the first three lines remind me of Minfilia and Tangy :/ not that I ship them explicit romantic 100% of the time, but it coulda been. It coulda.]

🎤Fell in love with a girl

I fell in love once and almost completely

She's in love with the world🎵

Otherwise my other offering is When You Look At Her and it’s just playing [Cat Cafe by Tsundere Twintails] in her whole expression.

There’s not a particular song I can think of for Mochiie yet- I’ve been fighting that gorilla for a month or so now and I’m not much closer to victory yet, lmfao. However I do offer the song from [this post] because it reminds me Thavnair, so the real answer is I have a lot of music in Urdu I need to listen to and figure out his vibe LOL. I found the song in particular after scouring the notes though! Which is ->[Mehndi Laga Ke Rhakna, sung by Lata Mangeshkar and Udit Narayan] (I also need to figure out the influence the Azim Steppe had on him 🫢)

Ishi’li is… tricky. Cos I’m also still working on their playlist BDJDNFJDJFSK and the one song I’ve heard recently that made me think of him so so hard isn’t in the soundscape I’d set for them :T but. It’s rly Ishi.

[Like or Like Like by Miniature Tigers]

🎤I watched you get undressed

I must have turned bright red

'Cause I couldn't stand to face you

'Cause I liked what I saw

And maybe we should just be friends

Tell me how you feel about me

Do you like or like, like me?

Tell me what you really feel

Do you like me? Just say you do🎵

Swydghem actually has songs because I listened to a playlist on basically endless loop while writing so even though it’s Baldurs Gate [Down By The River composed by Borislav Slavov] always makes me think of her LOL… Solkmyna gets slightly more associated with [How The Tide Rushes In by Anne Dudley] Jojoha doesn’t have a particular soundscape yet because it overlaps with Levraut regularly😅 (at least in terms of; the Dreadnaughts, which is one of the bands I listen to for him lmao.)

Colette is my monster hunter/Ffxiv cross oc and while I haven’t really given her a whole lotta thought I think [I Want It All by Arctic Monkeys] could definitely fit her vibe, lol. She’s someone else on my to-do for music thoughts, just a little further down the line from Ishi and Mochi uvu;

Bonus!!! If you were wondering [Love Like You from Steven Universe] makes me think of Tuesday/Haurchefant. :’)

I hope you enjoy the music 🫶 lord knows there’s a bunch of it SHFJRJFEKCKSKXKA hopefully the color/bolding isn’t obnoxious, it makes it easier for my eyes to not glaze over if there’s variation lmao

#ask game #WHEW !!! only took me all morning but I think I managed to come up with satisfactory answers :’3 #ffxiv Levraut #ffxiv Mochi #ffxiv Tuesday #ffxiv Chuu #ffxiv Tangy #ffxiv Colette #ffxiv Swydghem #ffxiv Jojoha #ffxiv Solkmyna #ffxiv Ishi #music recs #tangy was/is super hard bc the music with lyrics is all actually picked off Vibe #with a mild disregard to the lyrics. except for IDK IF I’M A BOY #by blue foster. cos. gestures. gender song. it’ll also end up on Ishi’s playlist probs if I can make space in the scape for it

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