#{🎉 Requests}

[the-kr8tor]

lavender + ❣️ with Jason todd where they are at the manor after being out ( prob shopping or smth) and he confesses his love bc a bunch of guys were asking for readers number but she turned them all down and he wanted to be hers and was tired of guys bothering his (soon to be) girl. Hopefully this makes sense lol but you totally don't have to do this. I love you and hope you have an amazing week!! 😘😘

Yay a Jason req! Thank you for being patient! I hope you like your potion 🩷

Pairing: Jason Todd x fem! Reader/ Red Hood x fem! Reader

Word count: 1.7k

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, CW food mention, Best friends to lovers, Fluff

Katy's one year celebration 🎉

Jason has been uncharacteristically quiet the entire drive to the manor. He doesn't even tap his fingers to the rhythm of the radio playing a cheesy pop song that he keeps telling you that he doesn't like. With one hand he steers the wheel while his elbow rests on the window sill. It's a cool afternoon in Gotham, orange and pink hues shifting along the clouds, the road is still wet from the downpour a few hours ago. His drenched jacket that he used to shield you both from the rain hangs over the backseat.

You watch him with pensive eyes, wracking your brain as to why he's so quiet when he was such a chatterbox back when he was driving to the grocery store. You've almost forgotten what he was talking about, mind reeling from the conclusion that you might've done something to agitate your best friend. Maybe you shouldn't have volunteered to go on a grocery run when Alfred asked, especially that you and Jason planned to hang out at your place. Biting the inside of your cheek, you try to remember what happened at the store to warrant such a stifling silence from Jason— Well, he opened the door for you while he was talking about that new book he was so excited to read. Then he grabbed a cart, pushed it while you had your hand on the end, guiding him, and all the while you two kept chattering on the aisle, taking stuff that was on Alfred's list. And then that was it. Nothing special happened, well except for that one guy with a nice smile who asked you where the cereal was. And that one dude who helped you take the can of beans from the highest shelf while Jason was weighing the blueberries.

You must've looked quite agitated or even constipated because it's now Jason's turn to worry.

“Are you okay? You look like you need to take a shit.” He glances briefly to you, green eyes hiding an emotion you're still trying to ascertain.

“Am I okay? Jay, you're the one who's been silent the entire way.” He enters the manor's gates, shrugging at your words. “We can still hang out at my place after this. I'm sorry we wasted an afternoon buying Damian's sweets.”

There's a small smile on his lips, “that kid eats too much sugar.” Clicking his seatbelt off, he opens the door with a groan, you surmise that his healing knee is still bothering him.

You sigh, getting more anxious at his dodging. Before you could open the door for yourself, you find Jason outside of your door, opening it for you. “C’mon, Jay, talk to me.” Tugging at the hem of his shirt, you smile up at him. “Is it because I ate the donut you left in my fridge?”

Jason furrows his brows, lips pursed, trying not to laugh. “That was yours, babe, I left it for you.”

You blink, hand drifting away from his shirt. He already misses your hold on him. “Oh, thanks.”

“You and Dami share a sweet tooth, so I got it for you.” He leans down, arm placed atop the car, eyes soft and tender. “But thank you for confessing your sins.”

You can't help but ogle at how he looks from below. “...yeah, sure, Jay.” You say in a small tone. It's not the nickname that has you all giddy inside, you're used to his sweet nicknames that he has bestowed upon you. No, it's the thought that he left you a treat because he knows how much you love that triple chocolate donut that has you bouncing off the walls after eating it.

So it's not the donut, then why the hell does he have a stick up his finely toned ass?

Jason leaves your side, the cologne you bought him lingering around you. He opens the trunk, carrying every single plastic bag with both hands. You finally stand up after being weak in the knees after the simple look he gave you. Walking towards him to help, he's already halfway inside the mansion before you could grab a few bags from him. Knowing him, it's all effortless. Well, at least he left you one tiny bag that only contains two boxes of cereal— one regular wheat and one that has your tooth rotting just from looking at the bright colors. With a sigh, you grab it and follow him inside and towards the kitchen.

The plastic bags rustle as he takes out all the groceries. It's filled with fresh vegetables, fruits, sugar and all the food that a vigilante needs for patrol. You put your singular bag on the counter next to the others, helping him take out the rest while he still stands there all quiet and broody. In the low light of the kitchen you can clearly see that Bruce has definitely made a big influence on him.

You put your foot down, knees up on the stool to level with him, hands placed on the cold marble countertop as he raises a curious brow at you. “What's up, Jay?”

“What's up?” He mimics your tone. “Nothing, babe, just taking out the groceries.” You take the can of beans from his hand and then you place it loudly on the counter while you take a stance against the red hood who makes goons cower in fear just from his stare. “You really want to know?”

“Yes!” You exclaim, reaching over the counter to grab his hand. Wordlessly telling him that you're there for him whatever kind of problem has plagued him recently.

Jason watches as your fingers dance along his scarred palm, kneading his muscles just like you always do whenever he drops in your apartment after a tough patrol. He was so sure that he had gathered enough courage to tell you, but now that you have your hands around his own, all his bravery is down the drain.

He sucks in his teeth, leaning down, elbows atop the counter, green eyes staring anywhere near your eyes, and then he places a quick kiss along your knuckles. Warmth soothing you, almost making you forget what you were asking for.

Defeated, you cup his jaw, thumb running along his growing stubble, fingers reaching behind his ear to rub lovingly across his nape. “Okay, it's okay if you don't want to tell me. But I'll be here if you want to tell me.” You smile when he leans against your touch, eyes looking at you with such fondness that you almost melt on the spot.

Jason rationalizes his thoughts, the same thoughts that have plagued him for years, the same thoughts that he has dreamed of telling you. “It’s not the donut.”

“Of course it's not the donut.” You chuckle, fingers still tangled in his hair.

“And it's not because of the trip to the grocery store.” His eyes flick over to yours, smiling softly at how you look back at him with the same fondness. “I liked our trip, I kept imagining that we were buying stuff for our place.”

“Do you want more hangouts like that then? You can join me in going to my laundry place. We can watch the clothes tumble and dry like a couple of old people.” Your waist is cold against the counter, but you don't mind as long as he's there with you. “How's that sound?”

“Sounds great. I'll bring the spare change.” You chuckle, after a beat, you thought that was the end of it, but Jason looks like he still wants to say something else— so you stay rooted in place. “But that's not the reason.”

“Okay,” you nod, encouraging him to continue. He gives you his other hand to hold, fingers beckoning your touch. You indulge him, leaving his hair to hold his hand.

“It's that fucking guy.” He blurts out. “Guys.” He corrects himself.

“What guys?”

“The ones who were asking for your number.”

You blink, trying to recall. “I don't remember that.”

“Come on, Y/N.” He squeezes your hands as if that will help you remember them. “The tall blonde guy and the one with the uncanny smile. Just thinking about that grin gives me the creeps.”

“Oh,” you know Jason enough to actually know what he means. “Yeah, I actually remember now. What about them?”

He scoffs, acting like you caught his hand in the cookie jar. “They were bothering you is all. I was just worried for you.”

You nod, hands sliding from his own. For a moment, Jason thinks you're about to go off on him, telling him that you can handle yourself or that you can give your number to whoever the hell you want to. Because who is he to tell you who to date? It's not like you're together, right? But is it wrong that he wants to?

His thoughts get thrown out of the window when you hold his face, soft palms against his rough skin, thumb tracing along the scar on his cheek. It's all affectionate, loving, and it has Jason's heart pumping a thousand times per second.

You smile, head tilting, staring at how his eyes glow under the kitchen lights. It's mundane, but you love him like this, just like how you love him in any way shape or form. You love your best friend. “You're an idiot, Jason Todd.” Your smile gets bigger, he frowns, fearing the worst. “You know that I'm in love with you, right?”

Jason's worried eyes light up, not a trace of his worries, just you in his vision, bathed in the light of his home. “Now I do.” He chuckles, mirroring your position, holding your face in his hands, gentle, like how you'd hold a delicate feather. Placing his forehead atop yours, he says the three words back. “I love you. I'm sorry it took this long.”

Jason leans away, eyes staring at your lips before watching your heart shaped eyes look at him. “That's my girl.” Tilting his head back, you chase his lips, grabbing his collar to do what you've always wanted to do.

“I don't blame you, it took me a while too.” You sniff, refusing to let the tears escape you. “By the way, I never gave them my number.”

[commandertartarsmoocher]

eggman pisses on the moon but its the nils statue idk

COMMANDER TARTAR'S SUPER LASER PISS

[royaltea000]

paypig pov

[originalartblog]

idk I think that line was just so raw you know?

[doctorsiren]

if requests r still open: can i request any of the glamrock animatronics?

I only know how to draw Glamrock Freddy 😎😎😎

[cosmicpancakes]

valgrace hcs GO

AHAHA IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE!!! thank you for the request 🤞 I have thoughts about them that need to be OUT

Without further ado,

☆⋆｡ My Valgrace headcanons!

First off. Jason is alive. The burning maze? What is that? I've never heard of it.

They go on dates SO FREQUENTLY it's actually insane like atleast one per week???

Both of them are horrible flirts they cannot flirt with eachother at all

Once they start laughing at something they will NOT STOP. It starts with an inside joke and 2 minutes later theyre doubled over wheezing

Jason looks like the straightest, most homophobic man ever so when he kisses Leo people go crazy?!?!?

They are also the most affectionate people ever. You will never catch them not holding hands.

MOVIE NIGHTS!!! Leo helps Jason catch up on all the movies he's missed while in camp jupiter!!

And their favourite movies to rewatch are FOR SURE itsv/atsv

Pet names do not exist. They refer to eachother either by name or weird ass nicknames

Leo always steals his shirts, but they're way too big for him so it's so obvious 😭

Leo is also the clumsiest person ever so they're always in the infirmary (jason like never leaves his side its insane)

They send eachother silly ass photos and caption it "us" and they think it's the funniest thing ever but it's so stupid

That's it for now! Sorry it took so long 💔

F.Y.I: My requests are still open :) feel free to send them in!

[tvwebs]

hellooooo!!!! Hope you’re doing okay! May I request a Wade Wilson x GN! Reader where they’re both sparing (or training with each other) and the reader passes out from exhaustion? The rest of the fic will be just focus on Wade taking care of the reader (and slightly scolding them for not taking care of themselves). I hope you don’t mind this, don’t rush pls and thank you ^^!

SICKNESS

Plot: You and Wade were training for the funsies, even though you weren't taking care of yourself properly.

Warnings: gn!reader, no use of y/n, the reader here is quite good with Hammers, quite short, brief usage of Y/N, 4th wall breaking, I'm bad at writing fighting scenes

"Uzi time baby!" He said right before he starts shooting his bullets at you. Wow, already? Also did he steal that line from ladypool?

"Hey! You promised no guns!" You shouted as you avoided the bullets. He Snickers as he shoots, shoots and shoots.

"uh, no I didn't!" He said acting much more dumber then usual. "Sigh, maybe you're just off balanced." He said tauntingly, and then you pull off your magical hammer thingy and hit Wade like he is a baseball.

"Never knew I was." You mockingly replied to his comment, while hearing Wades whines and grunts of 'oooww...' , you hold the hammer over your shoulder, almost balancing off but still standing.

"That's cheating!" He whined and you just mockingly stuck out your tounge at him and then you charge at him with full confidence and he managed to dodge your attack at him, making your weapon stuck to the wall.

"ugh, damn it!" You said as you tried to get your giant hammer out before Wade 'playfully" hits you. As you were pushed away from your weapon you hit the ground, you groaned in pain. "Ow.." you said sarcastically.

"no more weapons for you, baby! Just according to my plan!" He said as he moves Infront of you. He didn't plan shit. You tried looking at him but your vision was kind of blurry and it gave you a bit of a headache. You shake your head.

Wade slightly shifts his position to a more guard down type of way, he is a bit worried. "You alright babe? We can stop if you want." He reassures you.

"what? No! I'm not finished with you yet!" He laughed a bit, rubbing your eyes trying to stand up but alas your body failed you and you passed out (how convenient). This shocked Wade, he drops his gun and rushes towards you.

"Y/N? Y/N!" He nervously shakes your body. He checks your pulse. 'a heartbeat ..that's good.' he sighs. He picks your body up in bridal style and carries you.

TIMESKIP

You wake up on Wades bed, you were covered in a blanket and Wade out of suit is right beside you.

"My word! My love your awake!" He dramatically commented on your arrival from your land of dreams. "I was worried that the author would make this an angst story." He jokes, you just look at him confused.

You rubbed your eyes and you look at Wade. "What happened?" Your head still hurts.

"You passed out." Wade said sternly but still somewhat silly. "And vy circumstances, I figured you weren't taking care of yourself as much." He give you a tray of chicken noodle soup, a classic! Medicine and.. WATER

Your mortal enemy.

"So from now one you better drink your water!" He huffed, you groaned at that request "Ah! Ah! No complaining, you bought this upon yourself babe." He said before he kissed your cheek teasingly.

"this stupid liquid is my worst enemy." You said frustrated as you look at the liquid Infront of you, Wade pats you on the back reassuringly.

"one way to destroy our enemies is with love, so let this liquid into your heart." He said sarcastically, you rolled your eyes at him

"But seriously I was quite worried there." His tone with a tinged of worried, obviously. You chuckles a bit at that

"what? Worried?" You said as you softly punched his arm.

"yes."

You kisses his cheek aswell, "well, my apologies for worrying you." He responds with the 'gah~' thing type of 'sound effect'

He was a very caring person, no matter how much of an idiot he can be. "Wanna watch my little pony..?" He asked you intently.

"obviously!" You shouted. He chuckles and he brings out his phone and logs onto Netflix, mean while you drink your chicken noodle soup.

the my little pony themes starts playing.

[cybertron-smash-or-pass]

G1 Warpath

[ssaaaronmontgomery]

Can I get Hotch accompanying a very nervous/anxious reader to the hospital? Either they’ve fallen sick at work or had an accident in the field but basically they shyly ask hotch to come with because he’s so sweet and kind and good at holding their hand when they need it ♥️

Hospitals

Warnings: Hospitals, injured ankle, reader feels a bit anxious, Hotch being sweet 🤭

Word count: 568

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x gn!reader (no pronouns used)

A/n: Hehe yes my love<33. I'm not entirely happy with how this came out but I'm not entirely disappointed in the outcome either 😂. This was not proofread so there may be some mistakes.

Forever tags: @greg-montgomery @boredelle @hotchsdoormat @ssahotchnerr @criminalskies @beardedhotchh @hotchnerbau (I think I got you all 😂🩷)

The unsub had been successfully caught. The only issue was that you'd stumbled when you tackled him and twisted your ankle in the process. And it hurts like hell. No one had really noticed it during the take down.

Hospitals sort of freaked you out a bit. You didn't really like the idea of going to the hospital in the first place, let alone going by yourself. So who better to ask than Aaron Hotchner? Someone you've always been able to rely on since starting at the BAU and has for some reason always had a soft spot for you.

You'd been limping and wincing as you made your way over to Hotch. He was talking to Rossi about something so of course you waited patiently. Even though this definitely does not call for patience on your end.

Dave notices you first and points to you, causing Aaron to turn and face you. "Hotch uh, I sort of fell and um...could you come to the hospital with me please? I think I messed up my ankle. I don't want to go by myself." You mumbled it shyly. Upon hearing this, Hotch immediately had concern written all over his features. He moved closer and put a hand on your lower back then looked to see which leg you were currently favouring over the other. Supporting most of your weight on one foot. He moved your arm around his neck and helped support you with his arm now wrapped around your shoulders.

"Of course. Can you walk to the SUV?" You give him a small nod. Neither of you thought it really called for using the ambulance when there was at least one injury that was far worse than yours.

After telling Rossi to inform the team of what was going on, Hotch helped you get in the backseat and into a good position before driving you to the nearest hospital. It was a local case so he knew exactly where he was going.

Once you'd made it to the hospital and you had been placed in a room awaiting the results of the x-ray, Aaron could see how nervous you were about being there. He didn't know why and he didn't want to pry for information. So instead he gently grabbed your hand and squeezed it, offering a small smile.

"How are you doing? Apart from the ankle."

"I'm alright. I'm just nervous. Hospitals...they aren't really my thing, you know?" Hotch gives a sympathetic nod and another gentle squeeze. "I understand that. Is there anything I can do to help?" You look away for a moment as you think and then turn back to him. "Could I have a hug?" He gives you a slightly bigger smile this time and leans in close to wrap his arms around you. "You can always have a hug, y/n." You both stay like this for a few seconds and then he pulls back, taking your hand in his again.

"Any better?"

"Very much. Thank you, Hotch. For coming here and sitting with me. And putting me at ease. You didn't have to but thank you for doing it anyway."

"I didn't have to, but I wanted to. I'm glad to."

Exchanging smiles once again, you're feeling much better now. Aaron has a way of calming you down and you're always grateful that he's willing to do so without hesitation.

[gumyfish]

about the requests, could you please draw gideon holding a book that has “DAJFK” as written on the cover, it’s an inside joke with a friend 🗣️

he’s having reading time in the quiet corner

[the-kr8tor]

Hiii! I just wanted to request a Baby's breath and ⭐/❣️ for Simon Ghost Riley for the apothecary. Ghost and the reader could be going on a family trip with their baby to the zoo or aquarium. I'd like to kind of see him stuggle with his past, and wonder why his father couldn't enjoy his time with his kids like he does. I'd also like to see him go to the reader for comfort too.

A Simon req!! Thank you so much for requesting! Hope you like it ❤️❤️❤️

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x fem! reader

Word count: 1.3 k

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, dad! Simon, mom! Reader, fluff, hurt/comfort, cw abuse mention, cw panic attack.

Katy's one year celebration 🎉

Perks of wearing a mask at work means that no one recognises you once you're out of it. Another pro, is that no one will bother you at the yearly family day that Price shamelessly told his lieutenant that it's mandatory for the entire 141 to join. Even though Simon knows it technically isn't, he still decided to bring you and his little ones to the zoo just because, A. The entrance is free, and B. He gets to spend time with you, little Tommy and baby Ellie, which is rare these days. A win/win for Simon, as long as nobody recognises him and decides to chat him up while his kids are clinging onto him like peanut butter on bread.

The entire zoo's speakers are blaring with random animal noises that irks Simon. Cows mooing, monkeys screeching, dolphin noises and snakes hissing; he has no idea why a zoo would even play animal noises when the animals themselves are particularly screaming in his ears. The sun is blasting on him, making the back of his neck sweat, and his kids irritable. Baby Ellie gurgles on her stroller, shielded by the folding canopy (and her towering dad) with a portable fan clipped on the handle. She's comfortable and happy enough just staring at the colourful parrots flying around. While Tommy is clutched behind his leg, afraid of the pointed beaks, and sharp claws. He jumps when a bird suddenly flaps its wings too close to him. Even with all the sounds and his kid grappled around him, he truly enjoys their company. He smiles down at Tommy, fingers brushing along the boy's soft curls.

His mind wanders back to his childhood, that his own father never showed the same enjoyment when he's out with his family, enjoying his time more with a bottle of amber liquid in between his crooked fingers instead of spending time with them without a metal hanger in his hand.

Simon pats Tommy atop his head, cowering and hiding his face on Simon's denim. “'s alright, just a bird.”

“I know dad, but they're so scary when they fly. I want mum.” He mumbles back, Simon can feel the tears coming as his son's fingers dig into the denim of his pants.

“Mum’s comin’,” he hears sniffles, and he thinks he's not doing a good job at this. “She's gettin' your drink remember?”

Tommy looks up, big brown eyes filled with tears. “I don't like the birds, dad.”

“Okay, let's move along then. Want to look at the giraffes again?”

Tommy sniffles again, pouting but nodding a quick yes. “Carry?”

Simon sighs with a brief smile, eyes crinkling at the corners, surrendering to the whims of his five year old. “Right, arms up, Tommy.” With one swift move, his son is wrapped around his arm while his free hand pushes the stroller away from the bird enclosure. Wheels squeak, and Ellie is out of the trance signaled by her piercing shriek. “Damnit,” Simon whispers, going around the stroller, he takes his crying daughter in his other arm like a professional. “You're okay, El, what's wrong?” Ellie continues to cry, mouth wobbling, eyes that are similar to yours look at him through tears with her fists wrapped around her dad's shirt.

“Dad, the birds!” Tommy hides behind the crook of his dad's neck, crying in tandem with his sister when he realizes that they haven't gone that far from the scary birds.

“Tommy, they're just birds.” His son wails from his accidental cold words, and in turn, making Ellie sob louder. People stare at him, stopping to give him the stink eye, some even stop to stare at where the ruckus is coming from. It's like he can hear their thoughts, ‘look at that dad who can't handle his own kids.’ or ‘What is that big brute doing to his kids?’ He doesn't care what they think of him, but he doesn't want them to think that they're crying because he hurt them. He'd never do that, he'd never be like him.

All the noises, the heat, the pointed stares, and how Simon's heart pounds at every cry of his children, children that he can't even calm down without your help. It all makes his breathing stagger, muscles tightening, and his palms clammy and tingling. Symptoms that he's awfully too familiar with.

He thinks after having two children he'd be good at this, not great or even amazing, just okay, average at raising his kids so they'd grow up normally and well adjusted. Is he even built for this? Is he capable of loving without leaving teeth marks? Without turning out like his father? Or is he ruining everything?

“Lieutenant, is that you?” A sudden voice calls out, a head of dark hair and bushy beard pops out from his peripheral. Great, someone that recognises him without the mask. Just what he needs.

“No.” Simon answers gruffly above the cries while he uselessly bounce his wailing kids in his arms.

“Nah, I know that's you! I can never forget those terrifying eyes of yours.” The sergeant bounds up to him, he remembers him from the last three missions the man was a part of. Simon regrets lending him his lighter once, now that he's all friendly to him. “That your kids? They're adorable.”

“Sergeant.” No, I stole them, Simon wanted to quip back. The man clearly cannot read the room while his babies are bawling their eyes out. He suddenly wants to punch something. Or just walk away, huffing and puffing. “A bit busy here—”

“They look a lot like you! I never thought you had a face under that skull mask.” If looks could kill, Simon has committed murder in the middle of the zoo. In front of the bird enclosure for that matter. “‘The Ghost’ being a dad,” the sergeant shakes his head in bewilderment. “Sounds weird,” he backtracks quickly, “a g-good kind of weird though.”

Simon's seething, his blood rushing in his ears as everything overwhelms him. From how Tommy's overalls scratches on his side, from how the sweat flows down on his back, snaking along his spine. And the noise, people chatting endlessly, birds squawking, the fucking speakers blaring— he swallows thickly, jaw tightening, eyes darting along the crowd, alert, and pupils blown out. Then, a hand reaches out to his bicep, warm, soft and comfortably familiar over his searing skin. His heartbeat slows down at the mere sight of you.

“Hi,” you smile, eyes roaming around his ‘deer in the headlights’ look. Squeezing once, twice and thrice for good measure, you quickly place the plastic bag full of cold drinks on the stroller. Without missing a beat, you take Tommy in your arms, easing his cries almost immediately. “You must be sergeant Willems, it's nice to meet you but can we take a raincheck on the pleasantries? A bit busy here.” Smiling sweetly, Simon's subordinate nods, giving you and Simon a curt nod and then scampering away.

Simon gazes upon you with softness in his brown eyes, saccharine affection as he slides next to you closer. Hip to hip, he tries hard not to melt into you. Even if you glance at him with the same tenderness.

“Mummy,” Ellie murmurs, tear stained cheeks greeting you. You pat her back as she lays her head down on her father's chest. Lips still frowning, and nose scrunched, she looks like Simon during Tommy's birth. Her cries subsides, a tiny fist wrapped around your finger.

“I'm here, baby.” You coo, fixing your hold on Tommy while you flick your eyes towards Simon, meeting with his own. “I'm right here, Si.” You seem to always know what's going on inside his head, knuckles brushing along his cheek, you wipe away a bead of sweat. He wants to lean into your touch, if not for the numerous eyes roaming around.

He inhales shakily, a restart button for his breathing. Muscles relaxing, forehead pressed on your own briefly and palm spread across the small of your back, he lets his ugly emotions fly away with the wind as you chastely peck his jaw.

“You're good, Simon.”

[chemical-tlas]

Weather as this fucking thing (if it still wanting ideas!!)

Big fan of the blog, I love how u draw himb <<33

I actually drew this months ago sorry for the absence y'all....

[commandertartarsmoocher]

for the tartar art request thingy :3

hi :D this was my tartar design and i was wondering if you could draw him? (You’ve reblogged him before and thank you for that I freaked out since I really like this blog)

And there he is! Your own personalized Tartar! ✌️

I hope you'll like it! 🙏

[Thank you so much for enjoying my blog! That's real nice of you to say! And thank you for your request!]

[sp4ceqtown]

Number 30 looks better on you - Pablo Gavi

Pairing : Pablo Gavi x gn!reader

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You were excited to attend the football match with your boyfriend, Pablo Gavi. You both loved supporting the team and cheering them on, but you were also secretly a fan of another player - Ansu Fati.

As you were getting ready for the match, you decided to wear Ansu Fati's jersey instead of the Pablo's jersey. You knew it was a risky move, but you couldn't resist showing your support for your favorite player.

During the match, the camera focused on you for a brief moment. You turned and showed the jersey with Ansu Fati's name in the back, and you could feel Pablo's eyes on you. When you looked over at him, you could see the jealousy in his eyes.

After the match, you entered the changing room to find Pablo angrily sitting on his locker. You could tell he was upset, so you walked over to him and asked him what was wrong.

"Why did you wear Ansu Fati's jersey?" he asked, his voice laced with jealousy.

You explained that you were just a fan of the player and didn't mean anything by it. Pablo seemed to calm down a bit and eventually, you both went home together.

As you cuddled on the couch, Pablo apologized for getting jealous and explained that he just wanted to feel like you were all his. You reassured him that he was the only one for you and that you would never do anything to intentionally hurt him.

In the end, you both fell asleep in each other's arms, feeling closer than ever before.

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Author's Note :

i'm back !🥹 you guys wrote me alot of requests so since i have to do all of them, requests will be closed now!<3

- Megi.

[ro--lal]

dreamcore/liminal themed nepeta. make it like she’s lost. where is she. make it slightly unnerving also if you can :3

-🎉💫 anon

sorry she fell asleep

[kazumist]

can you do xiao and kazuha with prompt three pls? ^_^

prompt: what's it like when you're alone with them?

kazuha — !

being alone with kazuha is peaceful. there are times when you two would converse for hours, and there are times when you would just sit comfortably in silence. although to others, you two just randomly sitting together in silence is a bit weird, to the both of you, it’s something that you dearly cherish.

xiao — !

being alone with xiao is kind of awkward—only on rare occasions, though! it’s just that xiao doesn’t know what to do when he’s alone with you sometimes. is he supposed to spark up a conversation? what should he even talk about? what if he does spark up a conversation, but you find his choice of topic boring? xiao mentally debates with himself, but all of his thoughts go blank when he feels your hand on top of his.