#(I was hoping for maybe a BIT more action in the scene besides just the attack but)

[koushirouizumi]

Digimon T.C.G (Trading Card Game) {Revival} ~ HerakleKabuterimon (Sample Card) {From here!}

[a-hazbin-reader]

how about going on a fancy ball with Alastor? Something like Charlie trying to make the hotel more popular or Lucifer is hosting a ball or something?

Omg the ballroom trope

Alastor X Reader Headcanons

✅️Romantic

❌️Platonic

TW: Alastor being rude??

Description: ☝️⬆️

Alastor absolutely loves any opportunity to show off and going to a ball is no different

He's going to look the best, dance the best, maybe even steal the stage and sing the best

Then to top it all off, he's going to have the best date there as well

It doesn't matter who's hosting it or who's going to be there, he just knows that with you on his arm there are going to be eyes all over you two

Spends the entire day picking out his outfit then pretending it was just something he threw on last minute

Will then pretend like he's fretting over it in order to get your attention, giving you a loving look when you fix his hair or shirt

As his date, no matter how much work you do or don't put into your look, he'll pretend you're effortlessly just as breathtaking

Makes a big show of entering the building with you, one arm around your waist and the other making dramatic gestures

He's very romantic with it, introducing you proudly to everyone as the two of you mingle

You lose him for a bit when he runs into a few people he recognizes and gets wrapped up in conversation with them

Which is fine, there's plenty of things to do at a ball besides hang out with your date

Like eating good food

Or drinking everything that is offered to you

Or sulking because Alastor is ignoring you

You're downing your third glass of champagne when suddenly Zestial is extending his hand out to you

Well who could say no to dancing with Zestial??

It's very proper and formal, a little difficult to keep up with but Zestial makes you look so elegant

Somehow, you end up dancing with Carmilla next, who puts your physical prowess to the test and leaves your legs shaking

You end up with a much more familiar face next time in Rosie, the lovely woman giving you a break with a gentle dance

And all your dance partners are overlords?? Not even Charlie or Vaggie can seem to get a dance in with you

You're so busy trying to keep up with the next overlord that you don't even notice the game of keep away they seem to be playing with Alastor

"Alastor! Show a girl a good time won't you?"

"Now Rosie, as much as I would love to-"

"The song is starting! Let's dance!"

He looks away for one second and the next thing he knows you're being passed around like an appetizer

He's struggling to get to you without making a scene, practically tossing aside dance partners when it's time to switch

"Alastor!!!"

"I sincerely apologize, Vaggie my dear, but I must get back to my date~!"

But somehow someone beats him to you, his ears folding back and eye twitching at the sight of you dancing with Vox

You look nearly bored and unimpressed, hardly enjoying yourself at all as Vox talks your ear off

Well that's just not right

Seems like Alastor just needs to get you a better dance partner

All his manners and grace are suddenly gone, literally bumping Vox off the dance floor and taking his place

"MOTHERFUCKER!"

You at least have the decency to look a little shocked by Alastor's actions, immediately closing the distance between the two of you to dance with him

"So sorry about that, darling! I was a bit busy but I hope you saved a few dances for me!"

What a sweet man you have

He literally hogs you for the rest of the ball, refusing to let you dance with anyone else or even letting go of you

Don't think about how attractive it is when he digs his claws into your hips whenever someone else tries to dance with you

You spend all night either hanging on his arm or with your arms wrapped around his neck

Not that you care, you like being the center of his attention and being so close to him

Alastor definitely tries to play with you a little bit during some of the dances though, whatever he can do to fluster you

Has dipped and kissed you under a spotlight at least twice already

But you can always get him back, dancing is one of the few times his guard is down enough for you to fluster him back

Watch his ears stick up straight if you take the lead in the dance and his cheeks will flush ever so slightly

You hardly look away from each other all night, it's quite romantic and a little embarrassing for any bystanders

At one point, Alastor takes the stage and sings some horribly romantic song while dancing with you, making sure everyone sees who you're here with

Zestial and Carmilla are paying off Rosie in the background, having lost their bets to her

"I told you that Alastor would break after Vox!"

This one was so cute and fun to do!! I hope you like it!!

[jojomiwbvb6]

The Shower Scene, Pt. 4

Taglist: @emzandthevoid @mentallynot-here @bloodymug @sprokat @princesspeach-00 @ghoulsquad @missduffsblog @yeehaw-my-guys @lma1986 @artificialbreezy

Author's Note: I apologize for taking so long to do this chapter! I have had a bit of writer's block and I have been busy doing a lot lately. This will be the finale to this series, I really hope you enjoy! Feel free to give me more ideas! I was thinking of writing some Sasuke or Itachi fics as well.

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, NSFW. Extremely long and descriptive smut, unprotected p-in-v (be safe about it, or use condoms please), overstimulation, degradation, praise, oral (female receiving), punishment, spanking, swearing, squirting, casual alcohol consumption

PSA: this is very obviously a work of fiction, and should in no way be taken seriously or literally. this piece of fiction uses real people in fictional and fantastical mindsets--and it is in no way a representation of the real person or who they are as a whole. Thank you for coming to our ted talk.

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Atlanta.

The humid wind hits your face, the city never motionless around you. You inhale the air, closing your eyes and letting your body relax. Your nerves are completely jumbled and overstimulated as your mind mulls over the past week so far.

The pictures of yourself flash through your head. Noah's words flooding your mind. You can't escape the anxiety it brought you, and the excitement of your actions.

You stared at your feet, black vans reflected against tan concrete as you stood against the bus. Twiddling your thumbs and exhaling heavily, you turn to Davis as he approaches you.

"Hey, kid! Some of the guys were just thinking of exploring the botanical gardens and the zoo and maybe going for some grub, wanna come?" He smiles at you, raising an eyebrow for an inviting answer.

"Shit, bro, I'm down." You agree and smile back. It was the first day off in over a week and you were grateful for it. You were looking forward to moments with Noah, but you also needed to get out and do something else for once.

As you and Davis caught up with the group, consisting of both you two, Ruffilo, Noah, Matt, and Jolly (the rest went off to do other things), you could hear their jesting and cackles even from a ways back.

"Morning guys!" You say, smiling and out of breath.

"Hey (Y/N)!" You were greeted by multiple of them.

Noah turned, walking backwards. "Hey, (Y/N)," he smirks lazily, waving his hand, drawing his eyes over you subtly and licking his lips.

You huff, catching his eyes and offering a suggestive smile. "Hi, Noah." He smiles back at you, and then turns back around to continue walking. You admire his long, toned frame as he took smooth strides forward.

--

All of you thoroughly enjoyed the relaxing and wondrous vibes of the gardens and the culture of the city. Having been walking and exploring for over 2 hours, you all decide to pause your activities for a bit of lunch.

"What should we eat? I'm starving, man," Ruffilo comments.

"Hmm. Haven't had Chipotle in a while," Davis replies.

"How about sushi?" Matt adds.

You're silent. Honestly, you're so hungry, you don't even care what you guys eat. Anything sounds good.

Noah steps up beside you. "Sushi sounds fuckin' fantastic," he agrees.

When the others aren't paying any attention, Noah leans into your ear quickly and quietly, "I'm hungry for something else, though."

You almost gasp when he leans away, giving a quick caress to your ass while the others are walking away. He casually smirks at you, continuing to walk in the direction of the Japanese sushi bar on the corner.

Your face felt hot, and you were fighting the frustrated blush that crept up your face. You were nearly hyperventilating and you couldn't help it. You took a deep breath of the next gust of Georgia wind that caressed your face, composing yourself and catching back up with the group.

--

"Fuck, this hits the spot dude." Matt comments, and you're nodding along with the rest of the guys.

"Hell yeah."

You're all sitting at the table, a whole boat of sushi in front of you and then some. Ruffilo is sipping on sake while all of you make small chit chat.

"Hey! Ruffilo! Let me try some of that," you say.

"Ever had sake?" Ruffilo says.

"No," you state, taking the small white cup from his hands.

"What!" You hear half of the table exclaim, with pleas of interest in you trying the drink.

You slowly take a sip. Instantly the taste of the Japanese alcohol hits your tongue and you're writhing. "Yuck! Oh! That's revolting!"

Cracks of laughter erupt from the table. Soon, you are laughing as well.

"That's enough of that," you joke.

After lunch, you all go shopping and walk around downtown. After several hours of being out and having free time the whole day, it was time to return to the hotel that was booked for the night. In the morning, you would quickly pack up and shuffle back onto the bus for Orlando, Florida.

--

Walking away from the bus with a suitcase in hand and backpack over your shoulder, you step into the hotel. You stop at the front desk to get your keycard from the receptionist.

"Room for (Y/L/N), please."

"Ahh," she pauses, typing on her keyboard. "We don't have a room here, I'm afraid..."

You frown. "All of these rooms should have been pre-booked," you state. Your mind frantically searches for a solution. You begin to list the several names of the other crew members and band members, but most were already in their rooms. You thought of one more name.

Oh, you thought. He didn't!

"There may be another name," you try. "Sebastian?"

The receptionist, looking mildly annoyed now, huffs and types in the name. You ignore her annoyance, watching patiently. A look of resolve crosses the receptionist's face. You feel hopeful.

He did.

"Hmm," she says. "It appears one more keycard is available for this room. Just sign this document and you may have your keycard."

You fill out the appropriate paperwork, signing on the line. The receptionist pulls the paper back to her and slides the keycard across the counter. You exchange your thanks.

"Room 207, 3rd floor." The woman tells you and turns away.

You don't waste anymore time. As you walk down the hall to the elevator, the smirk on your face grows 10 miles wide, confidence enveloping you.

You knew exactly why he'd done it, and frankly, you weren't about to protest. Your heart slams into your chest with every sound of your heels and the roll of the suitcase wheels on the carpet.

You take a deep breath as you step onto the elevator.

--

207.

The silver numbers glint as you stand parked in front of the door. He was inside there already, waiting for you to come in. You exhale shakily as you grip the door handle, and you hesitate.

Closing your eyes, you begin to smirk. This is what you've been fiending after for several weeks. Taking another deep breath, you slide the keycard into the door.

The lock clicks and you twist the handle, allowing yourself into the room.

You analyze your surroundings. One lamp is on in the dimly lit room. A small walkway leading into a rather spacious double bed. There was a desk to the left, and a mini kitchen straight ahead. The bathroom immediately to the left. Without paying further attention, you walk to a bed and set your bag down on it.

You didn't seem to notice Noah, maybe he'd left the room for something. You shrug, bending over to open up your suitcase and lay it out.

Without you noticing, Noah slips out of the bathroom and leans against the wall, examining the rear view you're giving him.

"Well, well, already bending over? Princess, I haven't even taken off your clothes yet," Noah chuckles darkly.

You swear you jump 10 feet into the air, yelping loudly. If he hadn't scared you, his words would've gone straight to your core. "Noah Sebastian, for crying out loud!" You laugh and smack his shoulder. "Don't do that!" You both share a chuckle.

You can feel Noah decreasing the distance between you two and your laughter begins to fade. Noah's eyes flutter over you, landing on your eyes, your mouth, your breasts, feeling overwhelmed pleasantly.

You found yourself licking your lips. You begin to turn away.

Faster than the flick of a wrist, Noah's hand shoots up, gripping your jaw and squeezing your cheeks together. You are both silent, the tension shooting higher than ever.

You go to grab his hand and you are immediately caught by his other hand. He grips your wrist tightly, but not painfully. Noah's eyes change into dangerous slits and a playfully evil smirk takes over his features.

"The way that you have been torturing me has been driving me insane," Noah whispers into your ear. You want to collapse on the spot.

He begins walking you slowly backwards.

"You've been such a fucking brat, too, getting me hot for you at the worst times..." His hot breath fans your face, your own breath quickening in pace.

"The only thing I can think about is how I'm going to having you praying to me when I'm done ravaging you." You feel your hips hit the desk behind you.

"Noah..." you whisper.

He pulls at your face until you're eye to eye with him. He chuckled darkly.

"That's my fucking name," he growls into your ear. "And you're never going to forget it."

His hands leave your face and your wrist. Gripping your hips, he lifts you onto the desk and shoves you on it. He pulls you against his own hips, and his left hand rises to tangle in your hair.

Noah's cologne invades your senses, addicted to the scent. He tugs at the strands, inflicting a raspy moan from you. "How beautiful," Noah mumbles, helping himself to your inviting lips.

You both kiss as if life were going to end. His fingers flex against your clothed hips, pulling at your shirt and caressing you. Your tongues slipped against each other, nipping and suckling at each other's lips.

You wrapped your legs around Noah's hips, pulling him closer. Noah pulls away from your lips. Smirking, he pulls up your shirt with ease and tossed it away somewhere on the floor behind you.

"Such pretty, pretty tits..." he drawls, giant hands cupping them and he flicks a nipple. You gasp. Noah moves up your body, leaning over to envelope a taut nipple into his warm mouth. He flicks at it with the tip of his tongue and you moan quietly.

He pops off of you and smirks wickedly, and feigns a look of concern. "Is that just too much pleasure for you? Should I stop?"

"N-no! No, please, don't stop," You almost choke.

Noah stands. His bulge is prominent against his sweatpants and you almost drool. It seems so big and you can't focus on anything but the need you feel. Your core is hot and you squirm.

"Such a needy fucking slut." He pulls your body forward, running a hand oh-so-low but not enough.

You mewl as his fingers creep to your covered pussy and slowly tease the bud.

"Mmm.." you groan and Noah chuckles.

"Like that, babygirl?"

You nod.

"Too bad." Noah stops and you whine. "Enough of that. Strip,"

"Yes, sir."

Noah chuckles. "Such good manners for me. So desperate."

By now, you're a puddle of pleasure and you want it to swallow you whole. Noah sits on the edge of the bed as you peel your pants off your shaking legs. You remove your panties, tossing them aside.

"So pretty," he comments. "Come here and lay across my lap."

You obey, positioning yourself across his lap.

"Before we begin, is this something you're okay with me doing to you?"

"Absolutely," you confirm. "I can take it."

Noah hums in understanding. "Such arrogance. You will learn."

His hands begin to touch and caress the flesh of your behind, shaking the cheeks and watching them jiggle with satisfaction. He rubs in slow circles. His hand leaves your ass, forming a cup-shape, and crack.

The first spank stings, and you gasp out. His hand returns to rub the welt.

"Here's how this is going to go. You will get five spanks for our first time. This is your punishment for being such a slut," he rubs slowly. "If you fail to complete the spanking, I'll fuck your mouth. I won't stop if you choke or gag."

You whimper and nod your head.

"I'm glad you understand. If you succeed, princess, I'll have a taste of you for myself."

You mewl, squirming in his lap. "Now, now," he warned you. "Count for me." You nod frantically, wanting so desperately to please him. Although, you wouldn't complain if you failed the test.

The first two spanks were easy. His hand fell on tandem and you dutifully stated each number with each gasp and whimper he pulled from you. You really didn't think you could fail, how could you? Sure, it stung a little, but you could handle it.

As "three" fell from your lips, the usual soothing rub came to ease the sting.

"Everything okay, princess?"

"Yes, sir."

"May I proceed?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good girl," he whispered, making you squirm. He chuckled darkly. He pulled apart your cheeks, and leaned down. "Mmm, princess... so wet for me. Oh, I bet you're just aching. Let me help you..."

Noah dipped his fingers in between your legs. His fingers slid between the wet folds and you jolt. His other hand keeps you still and you're left victim to his merciless tease. He softly rubs into your wet heat and you're left mewling against his leg, head hanging.

Noah rubs the tip of his middle finger into your clit. "How's that?"

You nod frantically, unable to speak against his onslaught. At your response, he removes his fingers from your heat and resumes the next spank. The fourth spank is rougher and harder than the last.

"F-four!" You cry out, struggling to hold the composure that remained. "P-please, Noah, I--"

"Hush," he demanded. He caressed the welt, the red marks on your ass much to his liking. "One more for me, princess. You can do it."

Without any warning, Noah's fingers slip once again against your heat. Only this time, he doesn't relent. He teases and pinches your clit and you squirm, earning a dark chuckle from him.

Noah slides his fingers up to your entrance and sinks one finger inside of you and you moan.

"Noahhh, this isn't fair!"

"Be quiet, and don't you dare cum, or you lose," he threatens, and you obey with whimper after whimper as he pumps his finger in and out of you.

He adds another finger, and begins assaulting your clit with the other hand. You're an absolute mess against his lap, his fingers scissoring inside you and rutting against your g-spot. Bliss and pleasure overwhelms you, getting close to the brink as Noah's fingers continue to pump into you, faster and harder.

Your whimpers begin to form into cries, pleading for him to let you cum. Your eyes begin to roll back and you're trying to push back onto his fingers to get more from him.

"You like that baby?" He whispers in your ear. "Gonna cum?"

You nod, mouth agape. Noah smirks and removes his fingers entirely. You groan in frustration, and, as sly as he is, catches you off guard with the fifth and final spank.

Your brain almost can't comprehend the pleasure your body feels, the sting sending you into shock and you almost forget your task.

"F-f-five..." you stutter.

His large, long hands caress both cheeks of your ass and a kiss is planted onto the red welt on the swell of it.

"You're such a good, good girl, princess. I'm impressed. Good job," Noah praises you. "Lay down on your back for me."

You slowly get up and crawl onto the hotel bed mattress and lie down on the cushiony pillows.

"Spread your pretty legs, don't be shy."

You let your legs fall apart, spread against the sheets. Noah sucks in a breath and hums in satisfaction. He crawls up the bed to you, pulling his shirt off and tossing it aside as you had. Your eyes feast on the tattoos covering his body.

"God, princess, you're so fucking wet," you moan at his words and he dives in. Noah's tongue licks a wet stripe up your core from your entrance to your clit. You cry out, hands immediately finding his hair. Noah hums and you quiver, the vibrations stimulating you.

He licks into your folds with fervor, as if he hadn't eaten all day. His tongue dances and pokes at your entrance, pleasure spiking and you're squirming against his mouth. Noah laps at your clit, boldly taking the bud into his mouth and sucking at it. He then takes it into his mouth, swirling the sensitive area against his tongue, dancing in circles.

"Noah!!" you cry.

You arch your back, eyes rolling back as you grip his hair and pull, and he groans. Noah adjusts his position, shoving your legs up and he dives deeper into your pussy. He shoves his tongue up into it, swirling it and shaking his head like a rabid dog. You're practically crying out, thrusting against his face and leaving it a wet mess.

Offering you his fingers again, he dives against your clit once more, nipping at it and sucking it; this time, he aids his mouth with his fingers. Thrusting two digits in, his long fingers find your g-spot again. He mercilessly pokes at it, unrelenting with his tongue and fingertips. You're moaning and a mess and it's almost too much.

Your eyes see nothing but stars in the back of your head and you're moaning loudly. You cum and rut onto his mouth. "Fuck, fuck," you gasp.

Noah pops off of your pussy. "Tastes... so good..." he gasps. "I want more."

"I want you so bad, Noah," you whine. "I want you to fuck me."

"What a dirty mouth," he comments, stinking a finger in your mouth as he caresses your jaw. You wrap your lips around his finger and lock eyes with him. You suck and lock eyes with him. He smiles, and removes his finger.

Noah removes his pants and slides his boxers down his slim legs. The only thing you can do is lay there, mouth agape at the beautiful artwork before you. You bite your lip, you just can't wait.

He comes back to you, and you gasp in surprise when he forces your legs against your chest. Noah captures his lips in yours and lines his cock up with your entrance. He wastes no time in sinking in slowly. Due to your wetness, he slides in easily and sinks in as far as he's able. You're both gasping and long moans escape from your mouths and the intense heat between each other's legs.

He begins to move slowly, enjoying the teasing ways your walls grip his cock, threatening to take him deep.

"Fuck, baby... your pussy is just so fucking wet..." he mumbles. A low groan erupts from him, eliciting a moan from you.

His pace begins to quicken and he ruts in deeper. He just can't help himself when you give him the go-ahead by moaning louder.

Pretty soon, the room is filled with explicit sounds from the two of you. The sound of skin slapping fills the room and you're moaning. You're both mumbling the dirtiest phrases to each other, getting each other hotter and higher.

"Fuck" is the only word you chant as he thrusts into you like his life depends on it. He's fucking you hard and unforgiving.

"This pussy is mine," Noah growls into your ear, and you moan.

"Noah!!" You cry as his pace picks up, desperate and greedy. Skin slaps skin, near stinging, relentless. You can't help it when you cum, creating such a sinful sight for Noah as your wetness coats your legs and his cock.

He growls. "Fuck, I'm not done with you yet!" He pulls out and turns you over into doggy, pushing your stomach down and pulling your ass into the air.

He enters you again, finding his rhythm. Pulling you back against his hips in every thrust.

"Take me, take me, take me," you cry out.

Noah groans, picking up his pace. He twists his fingers into the strands of your hair, pulling your head back. He pounds into you, and at this angle the pleasure is overstimulating as his cock hits your spot over and over. He pulls you further back, forcing you to rise to your hands, the pace unforgiving and tears fall down your cheeks.

"Noah!" You cry once more.

Juices run down your legs as you cum one more time, but Noah doesn't seem to be done. You're worn out and fucked into bliss, drooling against the pillow. You can't think and your voice is hoarse.

He groans loudly, letting you know he's almost ready. You push back on his cock and he growls. Wrapping a hand around your throat and squeezing gently, he begins fucking in quick ruts. "Fuck, princess, (Y/N)!"

He pulls out of you, his cock glistening and pulsing as his cum shoots out in pearls against your stomach. You moan, but Noah isn't done.

His hand goes to your clit and he smirks. You cry out at the fast quick pace he uses on you, his fingers insert inside of you to smash against your g-spot in one final assault.

"Cum, (Y/N), one more for me," he insists. He doesn't stop, and quickens his pace.

"Noah, please!" You beg, too overstimulated and sensitive.

He doesn't listen, yet urges you towards an orgasm that feels like a tsunami coming for you.

It happens before you can stop yourself, your cum coming out in such a powerful wave that you squirt a little, making such a mess.

This absolutely pleases Noah and he smiles. "Perfect." He kisses your cheek. "You are wonderful." He praises.

You both lay there, panting and laughing, praising one another.

"Shower?"

"I think so."

[benevolentbones]

I have an idea for an angst/fluff. Bare with me because this is my first request. Spencer notices reader has small reactions to yelling, slamming doors, stomping, etc. Maybe it’s from arguing parents as a child or they got a bit of trauma on a case and had been hiding it from the team (maybe both. Like arguing parents and then a traumatic experience brought it all back up). She hid her anxieties from the team because she knows she’s safe with them and is slightly embarrassed by the reactions. Spencer only noticed because he pays such close attention to her (he’s got a crush!) and starts doing things to help reader. Like changing the subject when an argument is coming on, distracting them after someone slams a door, etc. I’m not a writer so i have no idea how to end this. Thx 💓

silent support | spencer reid x reader

warnings: brief mentions of bad childhood. spencer fluff! gender neutral reader

word count: 1.5k

a/n: thank you for the request! i hope you enjoy<3 reblogs n comments n requests always appreciated

spencer reid wasn't the kind of man to overlook details. his job demanded meticulous observation, and he'd long since developed a knack for noticing things others missed. this skill, however, extended beyond crime scenes and into his everyday interactions, particularly where you were concerned.

you had joined the bau team almost a year ago, and from the very beginning, spencer had found himself drawn to you. he admired your dedication, your intellect, and your ability to connect with victims and suspects alike— and of course he thought you were the most beautiful person he ever laid eyes on. but recently, he began noticing something else about you—small, subtle reactions to loud noises and arguments.

it started one evening in the bullpen. hotch and morgan were in a heated debate about a case direction, voices rising steadily. you sat at your desk, seemingly focused on your work, but spencer saw the way your shoulders tensed at each raised voice. when morgan slammed a file down in frustration, your hand jerked slightly, knocking over your coffee cup.

spencer's eyes narrowed as he took in your quick, shaky breath and the way you forced a smile when jj handed you a napkin. the pieces of a puzzle began to form in his mind. he had read your file—he probably shouldn’t have but—he knew about your difficult childhood, the endless nights spent listening to your parents argue, the fear that came with every slammed door. and he suspected there was more, something you hadn't shared with anyone on the team.

his suspicions were confirmed over the next few weeks. during a particularly rough case in phoenix, a suspect's sudden outburst caused you to flinch noticeably. you recovered quickly, laughing it off, an embarrassed blush covering your features, but spencer didn't miss the way your hands trembled slightly as you continued with your questioning.

he wanted to say something, to let you know he understood and was there for you, but he also knew how embarrassed that might make you feel. so instead, he began to find small ways to ease your anxieties.

when arguments started brewing in the office, he would subtly steer the conversation in a different direction, diffusing the tension before it could escalate. if someone slammed a door, he would immediately engage you in conversation, pulling your focus away from the noise. these actions were small, almost imperceptible to the rest of the team, but he hoped they made a difference to you.

one particularly tough case in chicago brought everything to a head. you had just finished interviewing a suspect who had a penchant for yelling, and spencer saw the strain in your eyes as you walked back to your desk. garcia was arguing with an it technician about a software glitch, her voice raised in frustration. when she slammed her laptop shut, you visibly jumped, the color draining from your face.

before you could retreat into yourself, spencer was there, standing beside you with a gentle smile. "hey," he said softly, "did you know that the world's largest snowflake on record was 15 inches wide?"

you blinked at him, momentarily distracted from the chaos around you. "really?" you asked, your voice slightly shaky.

he nodded, his smile widening. "yeah, it was found in fort keogh, montana, in 1887. pretty fascinating, right?"

you managed a small smile in return, the tension in your shoulders easing. "that is pretty interesting, spencer….thanks."

he shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. "just thought you might like to know."

over the next few days, spencer continued his quiet campaign to help you. he found ways to be near you whenever the atmosphere in the office grew tense, offering bits of trivia or starting conversations to distract you. you noticed his efforts, of course, and though you were slightly embarrassed by your reactions, you were also deeply grateful.

one evening, after the team had wrapped up a particularly grueling case, you found yourself alone with spencer in the conference room. the rest of the team had gone home, but you were both still reading over files, trying to wrap up loose ends.

"spencer?” you said quietly, breaking the comfortable silence, "can i ask you something?"

he looked up from his file, his expression attentive as he studied your form. "of course."

you hesitated, choosing your words carefully. "i've noticed... you've been going out of your way to help me lately. distracting me when things get tense. why?"

spencer's cheeks reddened slightly, and he pushed his hair back nervously. "i... i noticed that loud noises and arguments seem to bother you. i know you had a tough childhood, and i figured maybe it was bringing up some old anxieties. i just wanted to help..."

your heart swelled with gratitude, and you felt a lump form in your throat. "thank you, spencer. it means a lot to me. i... i haven't really talked about it, but you're right. —there was something that happened on a case a while back that... well, it just made everything worse." you chewed on your lip, meeting his gaze.

spencer reached out, his hand covering yours. "you don't have to talk about it if you don't want to, but just know that i'm here for you. i promise.”

you squeezed his hand, feeling a sense of comfort and safety wash over you. "thank you, spencer. it helps more than you know."

in that moment, surrounded by files and the remnants of a long day's work, you realized just how much spencer reid meant to you. he wasn't just a colleague or a friend—he was someone who truly cared, who saw your vulnerabilities and accepted them without judgment.

the days following that conversation were transformative for you. knowing that spencer understood your struggles and cared enough to help made a world of difference. you found yourself growing less anxious about your reactions. spencer's quiet support gave you the strength to face your fears head-on.

one evening, after a particularly stressful case, the team decided to unwind at a local bar. laughter and conversation filled the air, but you couldn't shake the lingering tension from the day. as you sat nursing your drink, you watched the interactions around you. hotch and rossi were deep in conversation, garcia and jj were dancing to the jukebox, and morgan was charming a group of women nearby.

spencer slid into the seat next to you, a gentle smile on his face. "you okay?" he asked softly.

you nodded, though you knew he could see the truth in your eyes. "just a lot on my mind."

he studied you for a moment before speaking. "want to take a walk?"

grateful for the escape, you agreed. the two of you slipped out of the bar and into the cool night air. the streets were quiet, the only sound the distant hum of traffic.

eventually, you found yourselves at a small park. you sat on a bench, the silence between you comfortable and reassuring. spencer looked at you, his expression earnest.

"you know," he began, "i've been doing a lot of thinking about what you told me. about your past and what you’ve experienced. and i just want you to know that it's okay to feel the way you do. there's no shame in it."

you looked down at your hands, feeling a mixture of vulnerability and relief. "it's just... i thought i had it all under control, you know? but then things happen, and it all comes flooding back. i feel weak."

spencer's hand found yours, his touch gentle and reassuring. "you're not weak. you're incredibly strong. you've been through so much, and you're still here.”

tears welled up in your eyes, and you blinked them away, not wanting to cry. "you always know the right thing to say."

he smiled, a soft, genuine expression that made your heart ache. "i'm just glad i can be here for you. you mean a lot to me, you know."

your breath hitched slightly at his words, and you felt a warmth spread through your chest. "you mean a lot to me too. more than you know."

spencer's eyes softened, and he reached out to take your hand. "i'm here for you. always."

spencer’s eyes flickered over your features, the harsh street lights casting a soft glow over you, taking in how beautiful he found you.

you took a deep breath. "there's something else i need to tell you. something i've been feeling for a while now."

he looked at you, his features softened, the warm light catching pieces of his dark hair causing them to almost look golden. "what is it?"

"i... i think i'm falling for you.” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "you've been so caring and kind to me...more than anyone in my life."

a look of pure, unfiltered joy spread across spencer's face, and he squeezed your hand. "from the moment you joined the team, there's been something about you that drew me in. and the more i got to know you- the more i fell for you..”

relief and happiness flooded through you, and you leaned in, your lips meeting his in a soft, tender kiss. it was a moment of pure connection, a promise of support and love.

as you pulled back, you rested your forehead against his, a smile playing on your lips. "thank you. for everything."

he cupped your face in his hands, his eyes shining with affection. "no, thank you. for trusting me, for letting me in. i wouldn't have it any other way."

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[fir3ylolol]

double feature

pairing: Present!Johnny Cage x Younger!Johnny Cage x Reader

summary: you decide to take a night off from working at the special forces, ending up catching the attention of two men. well, technically one man. what happens when they turn their sights on you?

tw: threesome, vaginal sex, vaginal penetration, oral sex, a touch of eating out, face fucking, choking, double penetration, little bit of biting, dirty talk, overstimulation, cumming in you, cumming on you, afab!reader, NOW gn pronouns dom/sub adjacent, sub!reader, gentle dom!johnny, rough dom!johnny, you KNOW they're whining, mentions of drinking/partying, so much attention, TWO BIG MEN OBSESSED WITH YOU WHAT MORE DO YOU NEED, smut, shameless smut, porn with little plot

a/n: i've never written anything with more than one partner before, so i hope it's good. also, sorry if the names get a little confusing, i didn't want to say "younger Johnny" and "older Johnny" 200000x, it was getting annoying lol

word count: 2.53 k

Ao3

You weren’t entirely sure how you ended up here, with both Johnnys staring at you hungrily. Maybe it was the party that had been going on tonight, members of the Special Forces were taking the night off before the big invasion. Maybe it was the fact you hadn’t had a night off in forever and wanted to wear the new dress you’d bought. Maybe it was the fact you forgot you were around your coworkers. Or maybe, it was Johnny, the younger one. Christ, he would flirt with a chair if it had ‘nice curves’. But that didn’t make his attention less appealing, lingering eyes along your frame as he walked through the crowded room to you. Sliding next to you at the bar, he looked at you with a cocky smirk, speaking over the loud music, “Didn’t expect to see you here, sweet thing. Figured you were too tight-laced for this scene.” Looking out of the corner of your eye and smiling, you yell out, “All you know about me is what my ass looks like.”

Putting his arms up in a ‘guilty’ motion, he lets them drop and leans in to whisper in your ear. “Hey, you wanna come with me to the booth over there? A lot more comfortable and quieter.” Nodding lightly, you grab your purse and stand up. He stands with you, lightly taking your free hand and weaving you through the crowd behind him. You reach a booth quickly, noticing that there’s only one other person there: older Johnny. You partially freeze, realizing you’re now trapped with a playboy and an actual coworker. But you continue, sitting down in the semi-circle booth first. As you settle in, young Johnny behind you, you try to lighten the mood slightly.

“So, what am I supposed to call you guys? I mean, you’re both Johnnys, and I don’t want confusion.” Younger Johnny wraps an arm around your shoulders, leaning in close, “You can call me whatever you want, sexy.” Slightly bothered by his actions, older Johnny smacks his arm lightly, causing him to loosen his grip on you. “You can just call me John. He can be Johnny.” Johnny leans back, shrugging as he looks away from you. “Fine by me. But you still haven’t told me why you decided to grace us with your presence.” Pausing to think, you look between the two of them as you answer. “Well…I needed a break and I figured, why not?” Johnny decides that he wants to be closer again, resting his head on his arm, as he speaks, “Lucky us. Aren’t we lucky, John?” Expecting another smack, you turn to look at John, as he leans back and looks you up and down, finally speaking again, “Yeah, it seems like it. I’ve never seen you in civilian clothes before.”

You’re a bit embarrassed now, four eyes locked on you as you stutter out, “W-Well, I don’t have many chances to. Besides, this is new.” Johnny’s eyes light up as he leans in further. “Ah, I get it. There’s someone here you wanted to impress. Hoping to go home with some company, eh?” Now John reacts, brows furrowed as he leans into Johnny’s face, “Come on man, do you have to be so crass?” Johnny laughs at him lightly, managing to say, “You were thinking it too, I know you were! Like I haven’t noticed you staring just as much as me!” John rolls his eyes and scoffs at him, moving to stand up. “I don’t have to take this, you know. I’m just gonna leave,” he says as he stands.

Unable to even control yourself, you dive out, grabbing his wrist. Surprised, he turns around to see you looking up at him. He quickly looks at Johnny, and they both raise their eyebrows at your actions. John sits back down but scoots closer to you. You’re now sandwiched in between them, nerves radiating off of you. John brushes some hair off your shoulder, speaking softly, “What was that about, hm? Why do you want me to stay?” Johnny wraps an arm around your waist, whispering into your other ear, “Yeah, do you not like me or something?” You fluster at their proximity to you, their entire demeanor shifting. “I-I…uh…I dunno…I like hanging out with both of you-” Johnny cuts you off, lips against your ear as he whispers, “Both of us? How greedy.” John lets a hand drift down to squeeze your thigh, leaning to the other side of your head, “Very greedy, baby.” Your head is spinning, their touches make you forget to breathe. 

“Hey, what are you doing? A second ago, you guys were arguing.” You swallow your nerves as much as you can. John looks into your eyes, an intense stare into your own, “Just testing the waters.” Johnny smirks, starting to lightly kiss your neck as you shiver against him. He laughs against your skin, muttering out, “Feeling alright, baby? Or have I pushed too far?” Your eyelids flutter, and this attention is getting to you, “N-no…it feels nice.” Johnny continues, kissing against your collarbone and finding the sensitive spot in the crook of your neck, an abrupt whine escaping your lips. Both of them are happy with the sound, as Johnny continues kissing and sucking on the spot, and John’s hand on your thigh starts traveling in more. You tip your head onto John’s shoulder, whimpering, “This isn’t fair, doing this to me.” He lightly grabs your chin with his free hand and moves it so that your noses are touching. “Then do you want to get out of here?” Without hesitating, you nod, intoxicated from all the attention.

Suddenly, without even realizing it, you’re walking out the door, still in between them. You were so caught up in them that you were walking without thinking. All you knew was that you didn’t have any drinks, yet you lost all your inhibitions. And then you were there, in a nice apartment, in the bedroom, with two men staring at you hungrily.

John is the first to talk, still a few feet away from you. “You feeling alright? You seem kind of out of it.” You nod rapidly, managing to speak after being silent for so long, “Yeah, yes. I feel good. I was just a little spaced out. You guys are kind of… overwhelming.” Johnny closes the distance, both hands on your hips as he smiles wide, “See? I told you. Just lost in thought, thinking about what’s gonna happen, yeah?” John walks to your side, cupping your face as he leans in. His lips meet yours gently, and you melt into it, the delicious feeling flooding your senses. It’s cut off by a very loud whine from Johnny, clearly jealous of the lack of attention. As you turn towards him, he kisses you hard, a hand rushing to the back of your head to add to the intensity. It was strange, you knew they were the same, but they felt so different. Johnny tasted like bubblegum chapstick and smelled like expensive cologne, while John tasted like whiskey and smelled like fresh laundry.

Johnny’s kiss only lasts so long though, as both men start feeling at you. Johnny’s hands travel towards your chest as John’s calloused fingers dance down your legs. They lead you to sit on the bed behind you, Johnny starting to pull your dress over your head. You raise your arms to let him, forgetting embarrassment as you sit practically naked in front of them. Johnny smiles down at you, hand tugging lightly at your hair. “Can you help me feel good, baby?” You immediately understand, biting your lip and nodding as he undoes his pants. His cock springs out, free from the confinement of his jeans. You lick at the head, a hiss escaping his lips. But he’s impatient, lightly pushing your head down. You oblige, taking as much of him as you can before gagging. Suddenly, you feel John’s hands guiding you to go on all fours. But you focus on Johnny, letting him fuck your mouth.

You feel those familiar fingers pushing your soaking underwear to the side and a warm tongue connecting with your pussy. Moaning against Johnny’s length, he whines out in response, hips bucking and gripping your hair tighter as he goes further down your throat. “Shittt, keep moaning around my cock like that, you sound so good.” And moan you do, as John eats you out, tongue dancing against your clit in a maddening way. It doesn’t take very long before you feel your underwear being pulled down, John’s thick cock rubbing against your hole in the most teasing way. Slowly, he pushes in, the feeling of both men filling you up drawing another moan out of you. You hear them both moan, John grabbing your hips to stabilize himself. “Fuck, you’re so tight. Wrapping around my cock like that, it’s not fair.” Johnny speeds up, relishing in the tears prickling in your eyes, “Yeah? Do you like that? You like being fucked like this, huh? God, you’re so fucking hot like this.” He is fucking your mouth with almost no pause, while John is gentle, hips moving at half the speed but reaching deep enough to hit your cervix every time.

There’s something rough to both of them, the way they use you, yet gentle, and wanting, and it drives you crazy. You arch your back a little more, a deep groan coming from John, as well as looking directly into Johnny’s eyes. He meets them with an expression you can only describe as needy as he smiles down at you and wipes your tears away with his thumb. Before you can blink, his shirt is off, his muscles and tattoos a delicious sight. But you can’t focus on it for long as John leans forward, regaining control of the moment. You can feel his warm chest against your back and you can’t help but wonder if he still has the tattoo, as his hand wraps lightly around your throat. “You’re doing so good, baby, taking us so good like this. You look so pretty like this, fucked out just for us.” Johnny is unraveling more at how tight your throat is around him, only able to clutch onto your head desperately and whimper out.

It’s only a couple more seconds until he’s gone, cumming loudly down your throat with a loud whine, which finally lets you get a deep breath in. You sputter slightly, leaning down so you’re head is against the bed. John sits back up, a string of obscenities falling from his lips, “Shit, look what you’re doing to me. Thought you couldn’t get better, but I was fuckin’ wrong. Wish I knew earlier how good you look taking dick, yeah?” Johnny sits on the edge of the bed, catching his breath, but doesn’t waste the opportunity to remove the last bit of your, and his, clothing. You look up at him from the mattress, half-lidded and cockdrunk. 

And how can he resist that? He lifts your head with one hand, kissing your lips with a much more tender roughness than before. His other hand reaches down to toy with your clit, smiling as you jump at the feeling. “Feels good, right? I’ll make you feel so good.” You’re losing it now, legs wobbling as you get closer and closer to cumming. John grabs your hair tight, pulling slightly to tilt your head up, “Wanna see that pretty face as you cum.” That’s the final straw as you cum hard around John, loud moans as you tremble beneath him. He only lasts a few more seconds, loud and whiny seconds until he pulls out, cum shooting across your back. Johnny stands up next to him, both looking down at you as you pant heavily. “It’s like art really,” Johnny breathes out. John snorts slightly, “Yeah, a real Pollock.” He kneels to look in your eyes. “You feeling okay love? You wanna rest?” You manage to shake your head, pushing out, “More, please.”

Suddenly, you’re being lifted, strong arms around your waist, as Johnny lays on the bed where you just were. You feel a few light kisses against your shoulder as you’re set down, another pair of large hands grabbing at your ass. Johnny pulls you in for another kiss, as John wipes your back off. Johnny is getting handsy, touch traveling up and down the length of your body. “My turn,” he says with a smirk, one of his hands reaches behind your legs to grab his cock and sinks into you. He clutches you with a whimper, still as he adjusts to the feeling. “Ah- Damn, you feel so good, so fucking wet for me, yeah?” He starts moving again, gripping your ass tightly as he fucks himself into you. You’re so fucked out, your hair messy, and your eyes half-open, high-pitched moans pushed from your lips. You’ve almost forgotten about John when…

You feel it, his cock gently pressing below Johnny’s, the grip on your ass being used to spread them further apart. You’ve barely got time to think before he sinks in, stretching you out to the point you’re seeing stars. Both men whine at the feeling, of movement and your walls so tight around them. You feel so full, so good, with both of their thick cocks inside you. John starts to move, thrusting against Johnny. He reaches out and grabs your throat again, much less gently than before. This is a lot for them too, as Johnny writhes under you, cries of pleasure loud compared to your much more breathy ones. But it’s not long until he starts moving too, opposite to John. When one thrusts in, the other pulls out slightly, and back and forth for what feels like forever. If you weren’t being so tightly held, you would’ve collapsed much earlier. Johnny is much closer to cumming, head pressed against the bed and eyes screwed shut. He manages to get out a whiny, “Oh fuck,” before he cums, body curling into yours and biting against your shoulder for stability. He flops against the bed, letting his spent cock pull out of you. Now with free reign of you, John speeds up, at a breakneck pace as you bounce, eyes rolled back into your head as you bounce. Johnny manages to look up slightly, taking in the sight of you, a satisfied smile on his face. John tightens his grip as he sputters out, “Shit, ‘m gonna cum,” a final stutter of his hips as you feel it, the warmth filling you.

As he finally pulls out, Johnny helps steer you to lie on the bed. Both men stand over you, watching you pant and both of their cum drip out of you. Johnny turns his head to look at John, a wide, tired smile on his face. “I told you they’d be a great fuck.” Which earns him a smack on the head from John. “I knew it, you knew it, but you couldn’t have waited a little longer before speaking, dumbass?” Defensively, Johnny’s hands go up. “C’mon, it’s a compliment!”

[romanticintheory]

on my knees BEGGING for more price and civilian!reader. i just read it and i can’t stop thinking about all the cute itty bitty interactions- their date, their convos, maybe him meeting her surprisingly scary dog (currently in love thinking about COD men and K9s yknow?).

Like if there’s not a single supporter for this, i’m dead in a ditch somewhere

what it's like dating john price as a civilian.

john price x gn!reader

part 1

more fluff, more domesticity, me being down bad

a/n: KSAHDASDKJ im so glad u love them as much as i do!! hope this does them justice for u <3

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the date went really well, thankfully. he showed up at your place ready to pick you up with the bouquet of flowers he knew you deserved. call him old-fashioned, but he was adamant on making sure you didn't have to lift a finger for anything.

hell, he even asked you why you were standing out there in the cold by yourself, saying, "i could have come to your door so you didn't have to freeze all the way out here, sweetheart!"

he held out his hand for you to take as he guided you down the stairs, opened your side of the door for the car, and always walked with you on the side closest to the street.

the movie was a cute action comedy. it was even funnier with john because he'd sometimes pipe up at the action sequences talking about how unrealistic some scenes were.

when you told john that the main character's actor, a built, older-looking man, was used to be your celebrity crush in high school, he couldn't help but let a chuckle rumble in his throat and ask, "got a type then, love?"

"yeah, probably do," you admitted shamelessly.

the dinner was just as nice as the movie: he took you out to a nice restaurant and hung onto every word you spoke. likewise, you couldn't take your eyes off him whenever he told you stories about him and his boys.

he wouldn't tell you stories about him doing his job, mostly because he didn't want to disturb you with what he's had to do. he did, however, happily tell you stories about the ridiculous things he's seen his task force get up to.

"they sound like a handful," you said warmly, "you sure they're not your kids?"

"no, but they certainly sound like it," he leaned just a little bit closer to hear you better over the chatter of the restaurant.

"i get that. i've got a handful at home, too." you paused to take a sip of your drink. "a little puppy."

"really? what's its name?"

when he takes you back home, he wordlessly walks you back to your door.

"would you like to meet beau, john?" you ask, hand hovering over the door you unlocked.

he opens his mouth to speak but gets interrupted by the sound of scratching and a dog panting on the other side of the door.

"well, only if he's okay with meeting me."

when you open the door, john is surprised to see a full-grown rottweiler launching at him at full speed. for a second, he saw his life flashing before his eyes before he realized the wagging of beau's tail.

"oh my god, i'm so sorry!" you call out immediately, "he's usually more polite around strangers. beau- beau get down!"

john only laughs at your panic and took your dog's friendliness as a sign to pet him. "'s alright, love. i trust you enough to know you wouldn't put me in harm's way."

he takes in beau's stature. from the looks of his larger-than-average size, he might be a guard dog for you. or maybe you just wanted company and decided to hone in on his scariness and bulk by adding that spiked collar.

"so, a puppy, huh?" he points outed humorously, locking eyes with you after realizing that your canine was, in fact, fully grown.

"hey, he's still a puppy to me!" you interject, kneeling down beside john's crouched figure to also show the rottweiler some affection.

"i see," he nods thoughtfully, turning his attention back to beau. "you're just as gorgeous as your owner, huh?"

your face is on fire again. "you flatter me, john."

"how does the saying go? it's not flattery if it's true?" he stands up much to the disappointment of beau and to take a step closer to you.

"you're too kind."

"jus' trying to treat you like how you deserve."

it's like he's trying to light you aflame on purpose. your embarrassment grows so much you have to cover the smile on your face with your hand. once your face has cooled down, you take a deep breath and let your hand fall down back to your side.

"thank you for tonight," you say quietly. "i had a really good time."

"glad to hear," he replies. "'m also happy to see beau likes me, too."

"well, we both have that in common, i guess."

"oh, who's doing the flattery, now?" john says playfully, his hands on his hips as you laugh softly at him.

"still you!" you insist.

"hm. maybe next time we can figure it out, yeah?" he proposes, a hopeful glint in his eye.

"next time? you already ready for a second date, price?"

oh, he was ready for more, but he didn't think you were ready to hear that.

"unless you're not," he tells you slowly, afraid of pressuring you into saying yes already.

sensing his worry, you reassure him with, "how could i not be?"

he relaxes at your admission and leans forward to give you a kiss on the cheek. "i've got your number. next week sound fine to you?"

"of course. whatever you like, soldier," you nodded, the lingering feeling of his lips on your cheek leaving a tingling sensation. if you were just a bit more confident, you would have kissed him then and there.

"i'll see you then, love."

he bends down to give beau a well-deserved goodbye pet before turning to leave, looking you in the eyes one last time before leaving for home.

[ranhaitanisgf]

hi omg i'm so excited for you and your event you deserve the 2k!! could i request childhood friends to lovers with kazutora wherein reader is baji's sister and they fake date for awhile to fuck with their friends but then realize their feelings for each other? also angst to fluff maybe !! have a good one and take care<3

— kazutora hanemiya // childhood friends to lovers // fake dating

☆ ˎˊ˗ THIS WAS SOOO FUN TO WRITE OMG !! thank you for requesting for my event !! i hope you all enjoyyy xoxo

☆ ˎˊ˗ gn!reader

☆ ˎˊ˗ wc ; 1.8k+

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it was funny at first. 

when you’d seen the look on keisuke’s face, you’d had to use an epic amount of strength to keep yourself from laughing, only allowing yourself to have a bit of an amused look as you held kazutora’s hand. he was having a harder time containing his laughter, his face looking like he was going to break at any point as keisuke stared at the two of you, his jaw almost unhinging from how far it was hanging open. 

“you…you two…are dating?!” he spluttered, which made kazutora start to lose it. 

it had been even funnier when you and kazutora had shown up to one of the toman meetings, your hand once again encased in his. the amount of utterly shocked faces from all your friends had the both of you losing it once again, which had made the deal seem entirely worth it. 

that’s right. it was just a deal. a joke. the two of you were going to come clean soon and admit that it was all just to fuck with everyone. you would be able to laugh freely at their shocked faces, and you would all move on with your lives. 

so why were you feeling so bitter right now?

you had come across the scene by a complete mistake; you had been just been running to the convenience store to grab some snacks for yourself and your brother, (he had insisted on needing more yakisoba stocked up). you didn’t even known that kazutora had been in the area, and now you were frozen in your tracks, looking at him from afar. 

in front of the convenience store, he was holding a soda can in his hand, a plastic bag hanging from his arm. also hanging from his arm was a girl, the two of them talking with smiles on their faces as they seemed to be waiting for someone who was still inside the store. the girl was surprisingly close to kazutora, her body pressed up against his side, and you found it hard to recognize this boy who used to blush and stutter at the simple action of a girl talking to him. 

he hadn’t seen you yet, so you were taking a moment to contemplate what to do. should you just go back home? no, why should you care about this? the two of you aren’t even dating, so it really doesn’t concern you at all. besides, why should you go back home when you haven’t done anything wrong? 

you pulled the hood up on your sweater, pulling the hoodie strings so that most of your face was covered, leaving you with just a small amount of your vision. 

when you passed by kazutora, he didn’t even take a second glance at you, completely ignoring you. 

why would he talk to me?! i’m the one who made myself unrecognizable!!

you decided to put the confusing thoughts out of your mind, grabbing the snacks and packs of yakisoba, going up to the counter and quickly paying. with your bag of goodies in hand, you walked out of the store, noticing that kazutora and his little friend were nowhere to be seen. 

you let out a sigh of relief, (why are you relieved?) and started your walk back home, loosening the strings on your hood a bit. your hand reached into the bag, shuffling around in it a bit before picking a bag of chips, taking it out and ripping the top open. 

“yo.” 

“ahh!” you screamed, hearing a voice in your ear. you turned around, closing your eyes and throwing the bag of chips at the person. when you opened your eyes, you realized that kazutora was in front of you, looking at you with a confused expression and your bag of chips in his hands, (how did a single chip not fall out?). 

“your first reaction was to throw chips at me?” he questioned, taking a few steps to walk by your side as you grumbled, continuing your way home. “y’know, that’s not really a sound defense tactic.” 

“shaddup. gimme that.” you muttered, snatching your bag of chips from him. you grabbed a few chips, shoving them in your mouth and crunching as the two of you walked. 

feeling a stare on you, you glanced to the side, noticing how kazutora was looking at you with a quizzical expression. 

“what.” you said flatly, staring back at him with a blank look. “you got somethin’ to say?” 

“you seem pissed off.” 

“do i? well, i’m fine.” you answered, continuing to munch on your chips. 

“you don’t seem fine.” kazutora stated, his tone turning more serious. “what’s wrong? did someone do something to you? i can beat them up if you-” 

“i just told you i’m fine. can you get off my case? shit, i just wanted to get snacks! is that a fucking crime?!” you snapped. “don’t you have to go hang out with your arm candy or something? just leave me alone!!” you started to walk a bit faster, starting to regret what you said the moment it came out of your mouth. 

whatever. i’ll just go watch a drama and not think about this. 

you felt kazutora grab your arm, trying to keep you from stopping. the action made you want to roll your eyes; why was he acting like this?? 

“hey! i just told you i-!” your words were left unsaid as you turned around, guilt suddenly rushing through you. kazutora was looking at you with tears in his eyes, and now that you were paying more attention, his grip on your arm was extremely loose, holding it as though you were made of porcelain. 

“are you mad ‘cause you saw me with that girl? is it my fault?” he asked, his voice a bit shaky. 

“n-no, it’s not your fault…shit, i’m sorry…” you apologized, sighing a bit. “i’m sorry i snapped at you, i was just…” you trailed off. 

why were you so pissed off seeing kazutora with that girl? 

“...just…” you continued, trying to find an explanation for your actions. “...” your silence continued as you stared at him, the boy waiting for an answer from you. his sad, golden gaze felt like it was forcing you to admit the truth to yourself as you continued to look at him, (why did he almost look like a kicked puppy?). 

were you…jealous?

yes.

“i…don’t know. i’m sorry. just ignore everything i said.” you suddenly said. “i need to get home. okay. yes. i’m sorry, i’ll treat you to a meal soon as an apology, uhm, okay, bye-” 

“are you jealous?” 

you froze at kazutora’s words, your heart skipping a few beats as your jaw dropped. 

his face had suddenly changed into a smug expression, the tears that were in his eyes a moment ago completely gone. the look in his eyes hadn’t changed, he was still uncertain, but you could tell that he knew he had hit the nail on the head. 

“w-what?! why would i be jealous? we aren’t even dating for real!” you sputtered, trying to refute the accusation. “you could go and hang out with every girl in tokyo and i wouldn’t care!!” 

“you wouldn’t? that hurts me, (y/n).” kazutora said, a frown on his face as he stepped a bit closer to you, pulling your hood down. “i don’t know that girl, though. she was getting away from a creep, so i pretended to be her boyfriend for a while.” 

of course. 

you felt shame course through you as you realized you had overreacted for nothing, and you now looked like an absolute freak. there was no way kazutora would ever talk to you ever again, not after you had snapped at him like that-

“i would care if you were hanging out with another guy.” kazutora suddenly said. 

“what? why…?”

“because you’re mine. i like you.” you stared at him, your eyes damn near popping out of their sockets as you tried to figure out if he was playing with you or not. the look on his face and in his eyes didn’t change at all, staying serious and sincere as he looked back at you. 

“you’re…not joking?” you hesitantly asked. kazutora shook his head, his hands moving to rest on top of your shoulders. 

“i want…to date you. for real.” 

“...really?”

“yes. these last few weeks…” kazutora sighed, shaking his head. “...it was a mistake to agree to fake date. i was just too scared to ask you out for real, so i thought that it was the closest i could get to actually dating you. i’m sorry…if you hate me, that’s fine, i just needed to tell you-” 

“let me kiss you.” 

“w-what?!” 

“to see if you’re telling the truth.” you explained, putting on a confident front as you spoke. “if you’re lying, i’ll know it because you won’t kiss me. so, let me-mmph!” kazutora’s had suddenly moved from your shoulders to the back of your neck, pulling you towards him as his lips crashed into yours. 

your shock kept you from doing anything for a moment, but after your moment of shock was over, your hands immediately moved to cup his cheeks. you closed your eyes, embracing the feeling of kazutora’s soft lips on your own, gently moving as he kissed you deeper. 

you felt disappointed when he pulled away, though you suppose you were okay with the two of you staying this close together. 

“do you believe me now?” he asked earnestly. 

“yes…” you answered, still feeling a bit shocked at everything that had happened, (should you thank keisuke for bothering you to go and get yakisoba?). 

“good. lemme walk you home now, it’s getting kinda late.” kazutora said, smiling softly at you. his hands released from the back of your neck, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear before grabbing one of your hands from his face, interlocking your fingers and beginning to walk. 

the two of you walked for a minute or two in silence, which you felt grateful for since you were still trying to process what had just happened. 

did that really just happen?! ohhh my god…

“by the way, you didn’t answer my question.” kazutora suddenly piped up, looking at you. 

“what question?” 

“i asked if you wanted to date. for real, not fake.” 

“...shouldn’t you already have your answer?” you asked. “i don’t just let anybody kiss me, y’know.” 

“well, i’d hope not.” kazutora responded, pouting a bit. “i would be hurt if you did.” you rolled your eyes at his dramatic behavior. 

“riiight, because i’m the type of person who would actually do that…you’re so dramatic. i could almost think that you were fake crying earlier or something!” you joked. there was silence from kazutora, and when you looked at him, you immediately recognized his ‘oh shit’ face. “wait…were you actually fake crying earlier?!” 

“uh…” you gaped at him while he avoided eye contact. 

“are you serious?! what’s wrong with you!!” 

“well, you’re the one who was yelling at me…” 

“that doesn’t matter!! at least i wasn’t faking it!!” you argued, shaking your head. “seriously…you’re an emotional terrorist or something…” 

“but i’m your emotional terrorist!” 

“...you’re supposed to use that with an endearing term like ‘idiot’, not emotional terrorist.” 

“...sorry.”

[mostlymarvelsstuff]

Requested by: @romanoffsbish #6 “Are you really so oblivious?” ; WandaNat•Tony says it to R who’s currently “googly” eyeing the couple from across the room with a sad smile, and Tony’s had enough of the dancing around each other nonsense. 

Authors note: requests are still closed. I’m trying to clear my inbox before opening them again. Thank you for your patience 💖

Word count: 2898   WandaNat Masterlist   Marvel Masterlist

   Wanda giggles as Natasha playfully spins her around the kitchen, the ingredients for their pancakes quickly forgotten as the spy initiates an impromptu dance session to the music that plays from the Sokovians phone. 

   They don’t even notice the attention paid to them by the few of their teammates over at the table. Sam smiles at the scene before returning to his oatmeal and Tony pretends to gag at the display of affection before he sits down with his omelet. 

   “Let them be Stark” Thor chastises with a mouth full of poptart,  “Love is special, and it deserves to be celebrated”

  “I know that goldilocks” he retorts with an eyeroll, “Besides, I doubt they even heard my teasing."

   Clints brow quirks as he drops his banana peel on the table and his eyes meet yours as you glance up from your plate. You both share a knowing look before smirks spread on both your faces.

  “Oh yeah” the archer agrees, “No way the super spy with super senses heard you. Ridiculous notion”

   You chuckle at the nervous expression that crosses the billionaires face only to earn a glare from him in turn, “At least I let my feelings be known”

   Mistaking his jab at your not so hidden feelings for more teasing you simply toll your eyes and grumble, “Whatever Tony”

   “Is he bothering you malysh(baby)?” Wanda voice suddenly rings out through the dining room and Sam has to suppress his laughter at the way Tony's complexion pales slightly 

   “Oh. Uh, no. No, he's just being his normal, annoying self” you tell her, smiling over where she stands with her girlfriend at the kitchen island.

   “Good” Natasha says, her tone sending a chill through both you and Tony but for different reasons, “Otherwise I’d have to punch him”

   “I’m right here you know” the man says, waving his fork in the air

   “Oh I know. I just don’t care.” she replies, sending a wink your way 

   You try your best to ignore the warmth that spreads across your cheeks at the action, instead focusing back on the man next to you again. He purses his lips, letting out a small huff in annoyance and you laugh at the Russians ability to get under his skin so easily. You completely miss the way Natasha beams at Wanda for being able to make you produce the sound they both adore so much.

   “Y/n?” 

   You turn to look at the brunette again, “Yeah Wans?”

   “Tasha and I were going to go into the city today. Do some shopping, go to lunch, sit in the park for a little bit and maybe get some ice cream. Then we were gonna watch a movie when we got home. Would you like to join us?”

   “I’m sorry guys, I have a briefing to attend in like half an hour. I think I’m being sent on an impromptu mission.”  you tell them as you stand and walk back to the kitchen with your dirty plate to clean, “I hope the two of you guys have fun though”

   “Oh, ok” the witch responds, her shoulders deflating at both the missed opportunity and the distance you’ve created. Truthfully both she and Nat have noticed you being a bit more distant with them lately and it was worrying them, "Maybe next time then"

   Though you feel nervous about spending that much alone time with the women you nod, "Yeah next free day I have we can definitely do something" 

   Natasha doesn't like the knot of discomfort she feels in her gut. She doesn't know what other team members are going with you on this sudden mission but she desperately wishes that she or Wanda was on the chosen team. She feels better when one of them is there to watch over you. What if something happens to you today?

     The look her girlfriend gives her indicates she feels the same way about this situation and Nat wishes there was something she could do to change things, but there isn’t. So she settles for doing something that both shows she cares and helps slightly settle her nerves.

   “Just be careful out there, ok kotenok(kitten)?”

   You smile at her, “Always Nat. I’ll see you guys later.”

   The two continue to stand there a few minutes after you leave. The worry for your fate on this mission and the disappointment for your lack of presence in their lives of late might as well shine over their heads like neon signs in Vegas. So Tony decides to do his best to reassure them.

   “Try not to worry too much” he says, placing a hand on each woman's shoulder, “T’Challa and I are going with her. Hill will be there too so she's in good hands. I can’t promise no harm will come to her because you know how hectic these things can get, but I can promise that I’ll bring her back in one piece.”

   “Thanks Tony. I just wish we could go with her.” Wanda tells him, a sad smile on her face, “We like being able to see that she's safe”

  “I know. Which is why I will do my best to stick to her like glue, and have her home in time for your movie”

   Nat turns to him with a smirk, “You know, don’t you?”

   He chuckles, “You may be a spy, Romanoff but there's no hiding that look. Plus witchy here doesn’t know what it means to have a poker face”

   “Hey! I can keep a straight face” she huffs, crossing her arms. 

   Natasha quirks a brow at her girlfriend, earning a glare that makes her chuckle, “I didn’t even say anything”

   “You didn't have to, I heard your thoughts” she replies, making the redhead smirk

   “Good luck Romanoff” Tony cuts in, “I’m off to the briefing”

   Several hours later the quinjet lands back down at the compound and you and your team tiredly shuffle around, gathering your things as you prepare to disembark and head inside. 

   “It’s been a long day. Head inside and get some rest everyone. Turn your paperwork into me tomorrow morning and I’ll get it to Fury” Hill states before heading off

   T’Challa is the next to move, he has a jet to Wakanda to catch tomorrow afternoon and needs extra rest to get that paperwork done beforehand, “Goodnight Tony, Y/n. Good work today, and if I don’t see you before my flight, it was good to see you”  

   “Goodnight” you and Tony say in unison before heading inside yourselves.

   As the two of you walk through the hall you're stuck by the fact that the tv and light are still on in the living room, something which is unusual for this time of night. You both wordlessly decide to take a peek at what's going on and stop in the doorway.

    Over on the sofa, curled up with each other under a blanket sit Natasha and Wanda. A Bond movie plays on the tv and even at your distance you can tell by the way the Russians lips move that she's softly quoting every line. Wanda looks up at her with a fondness before linking one of her hands with Nats and her attention returns to the screen. You smile at their cute interaction, but it doesn’t quite reach your eyes.

   A deep ache fills your chest as you watch them, and you sigh. You’d give anything to be able to join them, but you can’t. Not in the way you want to at least. And you’re tired of pretending that you don’t want more with them. You've had to withdraw because only being their friend while they held your heart, it hurt. You know it's nothing personal, nor is it their fault, but you couldn’t continue to do that to yourself. You hope one day, when your heart has righted itself, that they’ll understand. But until then, solitude is best.

   “Well” you whisper, “Glad to see Nat still likes Bond. Goodnight Tony”

   You go to turn away but his firm hand stops you, “Are you really so oblivious?”

   Your brows furrow, “What are you talking about?”

   “Kid, it's past midnight and they're in the living room. They have a tv in their room, and you and I both know that's where they always watch their movies.”

   You shrug, “Maybe they just wanted a change of scenery”

   He exasperatedly runs a hand through his hair, “Christ sake kid, they waited there for you.”

   “Huh? Why would they do that?”

   He sighs, “Because they miss you, and they didn’t get to spend the day with you, so they at least wanted to be here to greet you once you got home. They wanted to make sure you weren’t hurt.”

   “Oh.” you pause, feeling guilty for hurting them with your absence while also feeling grateful for their care, “I better not keep them waiting then. Goodnight Tony”

   “Night Y/n” he says, with the hope that finally everyone's confessions would come to light tonight

   You slowly approach the couple, feeling guilty you were about to disrupt their movie despite knowing they waited up for you. In the end you don’t need to interrupt them as your movements end up catching the Sokovians attention and her eyes light up.

   “Malysh(baby), you're back!” 

   Nats head quickly turns in your direction, but her smile fades slightly as she notices the dirt and small scrapes that adorn your forearms and face, “Are you hurt?”

   You shake your head, “No. Just some normal bumps and bruises is all.”

   They both frown at your statement and Wanda quickly untangles herself from her girlfriend in order to approach you. Her hand gently trails across a bruise on your cheek before grabbing onto your hand and she looks back to Nat to receive a nod.

   “Let's get you cleaned up, ok?” You're too tired to say no so you dumbly nod and follow her to the couples bedroom, with Natasha right behind you.

   “Sit down kotenok(kitten)” she instructs, her tone softer than what you're used to

   You do as you're told, relaxing into the small sofa in their room as Wanda heads into the bathroom and Natasha rifles through their closet. You unintentionally doze off as you wait and the two women briefly contemplate allowing you a small nap before they decide that you’d be better off and more comfortable once cleaned up and out of your uniform.

  “Y/n…Wake up sweet girl” Wanda coos, as she gently shakes you

   Your eyes strain to open, “Sorry guys”

   “It’s alright. You've had a long day.” Wanda says, sitting down beside you, “Let's get you clean.”

   She brings the washcloth up to your face first and Nat smiles as she watches you practically melt at the feeling. The brunette softly scrubs your face, careful to not agitate any of the small scrapes as she rubs the sweat and dirt from your face. 

   “There we go. I knew your beautiful face was under all that grime” 

   You blush slightly, and you know with as close as both women are that they've seen it, yet neither tease you for it, “Thanks Wans”

   She smiles and nods, “Give me your arm”

   You do so, watching with sleepy eyes as she cleans your left forearm before moving onto your right one. Youd been so focused on her movements that you hadn’t realized Nat had momentarily left in order to prepare the bed for them.

   “She all clean, detka(baby)?”

   Wanda nods, “Yup. Clean and ready for bed.”

   You assume that's your queue to leave and shuffle as you prepare to stand but the redhead is quick to stop you, “Woah, easy there. We haven't gotten our Y/n time for what feels like ages, so we’re claiming now while you're too tired to protest. Here, go change”

   You look down to see that she's handing you an extra pair of her pajamas and your stomach erupts with butterflies, “Thanks Nat.”

   The two share a smile as you head off to their bathroom to change and Nat helps the younger girl off the sofa, “Go ahead and get into bed detka(baby)”

   When you emerge from the bathroom you find Wanda suggled into her side of the bed while Nat sits on the edge of her side. The Russian can’t help the smile that spreads across her face, seeing you in her clothes has her heart speeding up in her chest. 

  “Well, goodnight guys” you tell them, taking a step forward only to be stopped by Nats hands grabbing yours

   “Where do you think you're going, pretty girl?”

   “I-  I uh, the couch?” you stutter out, mentally slapping yourself for becoming so flustered by her words

  Wandda frowns as she sits up, you never used to mind sleeping in their bed with them on movie nights, when had that changed? Why are you so distant now?

   “Y/n?” she hesitates, “Have Tasha and I upset you?”

   “What? No. No, of course not. Everything is fine” you stress, but Nat defeatedly drops your hands as her expression turns sad

   “Everythings not fine, Y/n. This is the first time we’ve been able to spend any time alone with you in nearly a month. You've been avoiding us, and it hurts”

   “Just please tell us what we did so we can fix it.” Wanda practically begs, “We miss having you around. We miss you.”

   “You guys haven’t done anything. I promise.”

   “It doesn’t feel that way” the Russian mumbles, and your guilt returns ten fold

   “Ok. I probably should have said something sooner, but i didn't know how” you sigh, “I still don’t, but you guys don’t deserve to be left wondering”

   You stand there for a moment, nervously picking at your fingers as you try to figure out what words are best to use to explain everything. But your anxiety is getting the better of you, and you can’t blame it. I mean how are you supposed to tell your two best friends, who are a couple, that you love them.

   Wandas eyes widened as unbeknownst to you, your thoughts had become incredibly loud. But she doesn’t want you to panic, and your anxiety is already quite high, so she decides to not let it be known that she’d heard you. Instead she gets out of bed and slowly approaches you, grasping your hands with hers once she's close enough.

   “Whatever it is Y/n, you can tell us. I promise it’ll be ok” she assures, squeezing your hands for added emphasis.

      Heat rushes to your cheeks as you think about the prospect of saying the words out loud, but the way Wanda reassures you gives you some courage, “I um, I-  I love you both. In a more than friends kind of way.”

   “Oh kotenok(kitten)” Natasha coos as you glue your eyes to the floor, and she quickly gets to her feet to join the two of you. She grabs your chin and tilts it up so you're looking at her, “That's something you never had to hide from us. Because we feel the same, don’t we detka(baby)?”

   Your eyes widen in disbelief and you look to the other woman for confirmation, “You guys love me?”

   “We do, we love you Y/n” Wanda admits, smiling wide

   “So very much” Natasha adds, wearing a matching smile of her own and she can wait no longer, “Can we kiss you?”

    You eagerly nod and she brings her lips to yours. It's everything you thought it would be, fierce and full of passion and it quickly takes your breath away. As soon as she pulls away from you Wanda replaces her on your lips. Her kiss too is just as you expected, tender and full of love. Once it ends the brunette pulls you into a hug, which Nat joins.

   You let out a happy relieved laugh as their arms wrap around your body and you easily sink into them. They can feel just how exhausted you are, so despite the wonderful discovery the three of you have made, they know that their first priority is letting you get your needed rest.

   “Come on malysh(baby)” Wanda says, breaking up the group hug, “It’s very late and you need sleep”

  “She's right. We can talk more about this tomorrow” Nat adds, ushering you over to the bed

  This time you don’t argue, you climb right in and get settled in your spot in the middle of the bed so you can be between the two of them. Wanda happily joins you, snuggling closely as she pulls you against her. Nat smiles as she joins you but instead of snuggling close she leans on her elbow, her other hand cupping your face.

   She gives you another kiss, “Love you”

   “Love you too Natty” you sleepily mumble, making her heart swell. You then turn to Wanda to let her have a kiss, “Love you Wans”

   “Love you too, sweetheart” she whispers, brushing a hand through your hair, “Sleep well”

   You end up falling asleep before they even finish pulling the covers up over you. They both scoot closer, each wrapping an arm across your midsection to ensure you remain close.

   “Our pretty girl” Nat mumbles as she nuzzles her face against your neck

   Wanda does the same on your other side, “All ours”

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[demonslayerunhinged]

Your blog is amazing! Sanemi caught my eye all those years ago when he appeared the first time in season 1, he intrigued me from the get go.

Possible spoilers below for season one**

It shocked me how he quick he was to stab Nezuko. I had a long talk with my friend about that scene and he instantly hated him, rightfully so I suppose, but I argued that while we have context on Nezuko Sanemi, and the other hashira besides Giyu, do not so of course it was only natural for him to react like that(although maybe a bit extreme but that’s who Sanemi IS). No one there had any idea besides Tanjiro and Giyu.

Anyway, I love your character analysis posts, I’ve especially learned a lot about Obanai who I haven’t had a firm grasp on until now since I haven’t read the manga yet. You’re doing great work!

Hiiii! Thanks so much for your question! Yes you're absolutely right. We feel enraged for Nezuko because we've been following she and Tanjiro's pov but if you switch the the Hashira's you'll realize just how messed up the situation actually is.

Like imagine hearing the news that a slayer is harboring a demon and carrying her along on his journeys. Here's a list of implications from the Hashira's pov:

For those who know about them, the Demon Slayer Corps and the slayers are beacons of hope and most of all safety. This image is shattered when the people would find out that a Slayer has been harboring a demon. It doesn't matter if Nezuko wouldn't eat them, they don't know that.

Everyone knows that demons need to eat people to survive. A slayer carrying a demon has the horrifying implication that he's been feeding people to her. He's probably been using his identity as a slayer to gain people's trust before allowing Nezuko to devour them.

Tanjiro could be a spy. We know that there are humans who work for Muzan whether knowingly or unknowingly, we don't know but they're there. Tanjiro could be one of them, his job was probably to infiltrate the Corps, find out their location and ask Nezuko to kill the Master.

Muzan could have learned about the Corps secrets and locations through Nezuko. I'm sure both the Master and the Hashira know this so Tanjiro carrying around a demon already compromises the safety of the Corps and it's members. Because remember it's not just the slayers, it's the Kakushi, the butterfly girls, the people who host slayers in their homes, the swordsmiths, the crows and the Master himself.

So yea while Sanemi's stabbing of Nezuko was excessive it wasn't exactly unwarranted and I thought I was in the minority about not hating Sanemi when he was first introduced. I was more like 'who's this crackhead?' and 'damnnnnn bro chill!' when he stabbed Nezuko 😂, it's nice to know that you get his actions too.

Thank you so much for your kind words!

[fanfic-lover-girl]

I like Hiccstrid...but I have issues

So I watched How to Train Your Dragon about a month ago and I absolutely loved it! So much so that before I took the time to watch the other two movies, I basically know the plots for the remaining movies from all the fanfiction, Youtube videos and Tumblr posts I have read about it lol. I know I have issues when it comes to consuming media properly :). I still intend to watch the movies...I hope.

Anyway, I liked Astrid's character in HTTYD 1. She was a fully fleshed-out character and besides her opening scene, she never felt like a love interest character for the majority of the movie. She was the perfect Viking, everything Hiccup was not. She was pretty (because what love interest is not pretty **roll my eyes**) but she was angry and violent. She was perfect...until the romantic flight scene. When I watched the movie, I enjoyed the sequence and I found Astrid cute but the entire scene just felt kind of forced. And it marked the beginning of my issues with Hiccstrid, as much as I still found the couple enjoyable at the end of the film.

Astrid's bullying was not resolved properly

Astrid never bullied Hiccup the way the others like Snotlout did, but she was still complicit in Hiccup's ostracization. It's obvious she does not like him or have any fondness for him. However, at no point does she apologize or express any remorse for hurting him in the movie. She just suddenly likes him after one (amazing) flight? Hiccup just moves on from her ignoring his existence like that? No reconciliation??

Astrid's punching Hiccup is not sweet

As I have mentioned before in other posts, I find the trope of a female character expressing her love for a guy through violence to be disgusting. The only fictional couples I tolerate this are Jimmy/Cindy (Jimmy Neutron: Boy Genius) and Helga/Arnold (Hey Arnold!). I don't mind Jimmy/Cindy because their fights tend to be verbal and argumentative in nature and Jimmy gives as good as he gets from Cindy. They both get a kick from riling each other up, Cindy a bit more than Jimmy. I don't know the Hey Arnold! show very well but I understand why Helga acts the way she does and Arnold is allowed to be angry when she hurts him. When she is truly being romantic and sweet with Arnold she does not hit him. She seems to mainly torment him when she is upholding her mask to hide her feelings. You can say that this is the case for Astrid too. She grew up as a Viking and Viking culture is violent. However, I hate that we are meant to see her hitting Hiccup as part of her love language. It would be fine if it were Tuffnut or Snotlout but Hiccup is not like other Vikings. He is a gentle person and he is not tough like his other counterparts. Astrid's hits hurt him and he expresses obvious pain. But Astrid gives him a follow-up kiss after each punch so it's all good? Not for me.

Hiccstrid felt kind of shallow

I think the relationship felt rushed. Astrid went from disdain to crushing way too quickly. It's like they missed a step in the relationship: friendship. The romantic flight scene should be the starting point where she reconsiders her opinion on Hiccup and maybe after a few more dragon training sessions she would appreciate Hiccup's growth. Maybe her ice queen character thaws over time as she gets to know Hiccup better in training. She laughs at his sarcastic quips. Maybe she begins to sit with him at meal times away from the others. Just small stuff to show their deepening friendship. However, Hiccstrid was not given this development because like many other action type movies the romantic relationship is given the backburner which leads to my final issue.

Hicctrid was not needed

I mentioned earlier that Astrid was not treated like a love interest until like halfway through the movie when we saw the romantic flight scene. Hiccup does not even spend time beyond the opening scene expressing attraction towards her. You can easily forget he has a crush on her. Because ultimately romance was not needed in this story. At all. When you really think about it, what did Astrid contribute to Hiccup and Toothless' story? What does Hiccup and Astrid's relationship contribute to the story? Astrid could have given the pep talk and helped rally the other teens to help Hiccup as a FRIEND, not a love interest. But of course, when the guy becomes a hero and saves the day he needs to get the girl of his dreams at the end. It would have been nice if the first movie focused on developing the Hiccstrid friendship and then developed the romance in the second movie, wrapping it up with their marriage in the third.

Anyway, this is not to say I HATE Hiccstrid. I still need to watch the other two movies before I can truly say whether this couple is truly couples' goals as many people claim. I think they look amazing together and they seem to have great chemistry in HTTYD 2. I think they complement each other in theory and Astrid would be a great help in helping Hiccup lead as chief when the time comes. But I don't love it enough to read fanfiction or watch many Youtube edits about them and at this point, I sometimes find Hiccstrid annoying to see in my fanfics unless it addresses my problems with the development of the relationship.

[awkward-walking-potato]

A request of hc or whatever you are up to for Gambit with a sunshine!reader?

Here comes the sun

The X-Mansion's garden was a vibrant display of colors, but it was nothing compared to the burst of light and energy that you, the sunshine!reader, brought to it. Your bright personality and unfiltered joy were like a constant beacon of warmth, a sharp contrast to Gambit’s usual smooth and mysterious demeanor.

On this particular day, Gambit had decided to channel his inner charm and enigma, hoping to impress you with his suave ways. He had meticulously planned out an afternoon in the garden, where he’d put his plan into action. He donned his most charming smile and approached you, who was busy tending to the blooming flowers, your own radiant aura making the surroundings seem even more cheerful.

“Hey there, sunshine,” Gambit said, his voice smooth and intentionally low. “Care for some company in this lovely garden of yours?”

You looked up from the flowers you were arranging, your face lighting up with a bright smile. “Oh, hey, Gambit! I’d love some company! Isn’t it a beautiful day? The flowers are so happy today, don’t you think?”

Gambit couldn’t help but chuckle at your infectious enthusiasm. He leaned against a nearby tree, trying to maintain his mysterious air. “Well, I was thinkin’ maybe I could add a bit of mystery to this cheerful scene. You know, stir things up a bit.”

You giggled, clearly not fazed by his attempts at being enigmatic. “Oh, Gambit, you’re always so cool and mysterious. But I think the garden’s already perfect just the way it is. And you know what? I bet we could have even more fun if we just enjoyed the day together.”

He watched as you twirled around, your energy seemingly making the flowers around you bloom even brighter. Gambit sighed, his carefully crafted mysterious persona melting away in the face of your overwhelming brightness.

“You know, sunshine,” he said, trying to regain some of his charm, “I’m not sure I can compete with all this light you’re throwin’ around. But I’ll do my best to keep up.”

You laughed, walking over to him with a playful glint in your eye. “You don’t have to compete with me, Gambit. You’re perfect just the way you are. Besides, your attempts at being mysterious are pretty cute.”

Gambit’s smile widened, a genuine warmth replacing his earlier coolness. He took your hand, his touch gentle and affectionate. “Well, if it’s ‘cute’ you want, then I suppose I’ll just have to embrace it. Maybe a bit of sunshine is just what this garden needs.”

You beamed at him, your heart swelling with affection. “See? That’s the spirit! Let’s make the most of today and have some fun. Who knows, maybe we’ll discover a new kind of mystery together!”

As you both wandered through the garden, chatting and laughing, Gambit found himself enjoying the day far more than he had anticipated. Your constant optimism and joy had a way of turning even his smooth and mysterious plans into something light-hearted and fun.

By the time the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the garden, Gambit realized that the real charm wasn’t in being mysterious, but in sharing moments of genuine happiness with you. Your light had a way of illuminating even his own darker corners, making the day one of the most memorable and joyful he’d had in a long time.

And as you both sat together, watching the sun dip below the horizon, Gambit couldn’t help but think that sometimes, being around someone as radiant as you was all he needed to make life’s mysteries a little less enigmatic and a lot more wonderful.

[fandoms--fluff]

Perfect Just The Way You Are

Female reader x Danielle Rose Russell

Summary: Danielle feels really self conscious after she reads hate comments and you comfort her and reassure her how pretty and amazing she is. 

Warnings: talk of self consciousness, but other than that just FLUFF

A/n: decided to do something a bit different and write an actress to see if anyone likes it

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As you walk into the living room, you hear your girlfriend sigh. She has a disappointed and sad look on her face. You go over behind where she’s sitting on the couch, and look over at her phone screen. Your eyebrows furrow for a moment as you start reading what it says. 

Quickly, you take the phone out of Danielle’s hand. “Hey!” she says, noticing your presence by that action. 

“What have we talked about reading those idiot’s comments or any articles. Baby, you are so beautiful.” She looks up at you with tears in her eyes. 

“But what if they’re right, I-I’ve never looked like all the other girls at school and-” you cut her off, “Of course you haven’t, you are way more gorgeous, and shouldn’t believe what everyone writes. It’s your body, not theirs. Trust me, if it wasn’t illegal they’d all be gone by now” you smirk, making her chuckles at your last sentence. 

You sit down beside her, and bring her into your arms. Immediately she melts into your embrace. “You’re the most beautiful, drop dead gorgeous, amazing, cute girl in the universe” you say as you plant small kisses on the top of her head after each word. 

“Then why do they say that stuff, and they’re not wrong, even a person without their glasses can tell how different I look next to everybody on screen” she whispers, voice cracking as she goes down the rabbit hole again of her self consciousness. 

“They say that stuff because they’re projected all their self consciousness onto you. And don’t say that about yourself, you look amazing in every tv show and movie and anything you’ve ever done or posted online, even better than everyone else.” you kiss her on the lips. 

“People were mad that I got the role of Hope. I couldn’t figure it out until I found comments on some behind the scene pictures I posted. Maybe I should loose some weight before starting Legacies” she says. 

“Hey, I’m with you for whatever you decide you want to do with your body, but please promise me that whatever you may or may not do, is not because of what some jackass stranger says about you” you tighten your arms around her torso. 

“I promise.”

It’s been ten minutes and you’ve both been cuddled together in a calm silence. 

“Thank you for helping me with that, and with everything you’ve ever been with or helped me with. I don’t know why people I don’t even know, get to me so much and why I let them so easily. I love my body, and always have.” Danielle tells you. 

“Of course, I’m always here for you, Dani, I love you so much.”

“I love you too, you’re the best girlfriend ever” she nuzzles her head into your warm chest, loving the warmth radiating off of you as it storms outside. 

[kimberlyannharts]

Ultraman: Rising!

Sure we all know the Power Rangers reboot has been passed on at Netflix but instead we have this hot new piece of toku instead: Ultraman: Rising! And I finally got the chance to check it out last night.

I know Ultraman is one of the big toku/kaiju genre staples but it's never really been on my radar of things to watch. I'm not sure why! I guess Super Sentai/Power Rangers just has more of the it factor that appeals to me. So because of that I really have no context to the story besides it's a guy who can turn into a giant silver superhero that beats up kaiju.........or maybe it's an alien who looks like a human and the silver superhero is his true form? or maybe the human and the silver superhero are two separate beings that share the same body? idk. It's probably all three of those things depending on the series. But this film was marketed as a standalone that new fans could enjoy AND....the big one.....it's ANIMATED, so I felt more inclined to check it out.

And it was really really good!! I enjoyed it a lot!

Spoiler-ish thoughts on the film below:

= Let's get this out of the way: the biggest draw to this was the animation and art direction, and yeah, it slaps. The textures and stylization (always love 2D painted effect animation on explosions and things) and lighting were a full-course meal and the scenes where they focused on Ultraman's shining eyes staring through a window or computer screen were just SO striking. To the point where I feel that if I got around to watching the actual live-action Ultraman, it might feel a little underwhelming in comparison. Oops

= It does kind of fall in the cliches of the "selfish guy learns maturity by having to be a father" plot (with bonus "son is estranged from his dad and mom is missing but they work to improve their relationship" sprinkled in) which makes me appreciate The Return even more (sorry, I'm still Returnpilled) but it's still charming and I can hope if we get more movies they give a little more focus to Ami and Emiko (speaking of which, I know they weren't doing a romance this movie, but Ami having a daughter and the movie being about Ken raising a daughter? oh you know it's happening and I'm here for this because they're both so hot)

= I think Ken is also a better example of the "showboating egotistical hero who learns to mature" than most because the movie isn't afraid to show him vulnerable even before his character development. I was genuinely surprised at that scene where he starts crying out of the stress of balancing his baseball career and figuring out Emi

= Apparently there was some discussion that the movie didn't bring up Ultraman's origins which, as someone who knows next to nothing about Ultraman, that didn't really bother me? Obviously I can still give more benefit of the doubt than people who don't know much about the tokusatsu/kaiju genre to begin with, but even so, I was still pretty down with the concept of "this guy has the ability to turn into a giant silver superpowered man and passed the ability down to his son" - and I think in the age of superhero blockbusters in general the idea isn't that farfetched that it requires more explanation. In any case it's a bit of a moot point since future movies are clearly going to talk about Ultras and their origins more, based on the stinger.

= Is Emi a clear kid-appeal character meant to be shown off in marketing and merchandising because of how squishy and cute she is? Yes. Is she just so fucking squishy and cute and my newest baby child? YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES. I am not immune to monster baby. I think it helps that I always found the old monster screeches cute and applying them to a baby babbling was kinda genius in its execution. And I'm glad they kind of got the obligatory "haha babies poop and are smelly and gross" jokes out of the way early (yeah they had the whole "acid reflux" thing in the second act but I've seen way worse in other media)

= The subtitles calling Sato's Ultra form "Ultradad" and his Ultra mustache were both really funny

= Obviously I knew Ken wasn't going to die when he threw himself on Dr. Onda's mech (btw the mech was sexy) but I definitely expected a little more than just a busted arm with how they were building up how the blast would have "destroyed them all" kdjkfdj maybe they cut to after he had recovered a bit. Though in general I'm not quite sure of how durable Ultraman is

= Kind of a milf. reblog

[ravelqueen]

Hello! I'm the anon who sent the last Dom!Kim ask (about the Pale) I'm glad you like it!!! I have, like, SO many thoughts on Dom!Kim (especially specifically your Dom Kim!)

So, I hope you don't mind if I share some!

I'm actually curious about who this au of Kim would defer, besides just mentally, from canon Kim. Like in canon Kim doesn't make that many decisions himself, and pushes you/Harry to do the talking/make the decision. Even when Harry makes a bad decision, Kim doesn't step in, and really only give his insights if you ask him about it.

I'm reminded of the scene where you can choose to go into the apartment that Mr Evrart gives you, and Kim lists both the pros and cons of doing either, before stating that it's ultimately your (Harry's) decision.

This actually led me to get a sub read on Kim (I didn't get the authority check because I thought asking Kim to give me a secret would be too personal/mean). Like, I kinda envisioned Kim as someone who needed/wanted someone to lead him and make the decisions (because Dom used to do that for him, and he feels so lost without him?).

But! That's not to say I don't vibe with your Dom!Kim headcanon/au, like, I can have multiple/contradictory thoughts about a character. I just wanted to share my thoughts on how I see Kim as someone who doesn't really make decisions.

Which could be taken in a sub way, or, following your au, maybe Kim is so hyper critical of how he acts in a controlling matter that he's trying to course correct. So he keeps saying that it's ultimately Harry's decision, and letting him take the led, as a way to combat his controlling Dom thoughts.

Also, I do wonder how a play through would go down if Harry was able to pick up Kim having this internal thoughts (probably through an Empathy, Inland Empire, Esprit De Corps build), and being like "actually, I would like Kim to make all my decisions for me" (Harry would probably need to have pretty low Authority and Physical Instrument, lol)

And because he's, well, Harry, he would absolutely be like "hey Kim, you know how you want to control my actions, why don't we do that? I'm kind of a mess here, and could use the help".

Though I still bet Kim would be like Absolutely Not, purely because out of principle (even though he really wants to), and because he doesn't actually know how much Harry is aware of BDSM, the life style, or if he's just asking because he's so much of a wreck and that he trusts Kim. Though I do think it's funny if the skills try to like, help you convince Kim you can be a good sub by telling Harry if Kim is displeased by a choice (like Visual Calculus, Empathy, and maybe Conceptualization and Inland Empire could help).

Though I do wonder how this version of Kim (with a Harry who seems to make it one of his goals to get Kim to Dom him/accept him as a sub) would react to Jean.

Like, Kim in the original game didn't seem to have much of an opinion on Jean. Maybe some respect for being a fellow cop, maybe some hostility for not being there during the shot out. But in this au/verison of this au, maybe Kim gets a little pissed off at Jean for scolding Harry at the end of the game?

Because at this point, maybe Kim has begun to dom Harry a little bit (justifying to himself that he's only doing it to further move along the case), and having someone else scold Harry gets his dom brain going because only *he* is allowed to scold Harry. He's the one whose supposed to publish Harry if he messes up, who does Jean think he is? Abandoning Harry and then coming back to scold him? That's not how this works!

Anyway, I also have a drabble idea after Kim and Harry find Harry's crashed Kineema, and Harry feeling guilty about it, and asking for a punishment from Kim, and this being the moment Kim steps more into the dom role. But! This ask is already getting WAY too long! So I'll just stop now, lol. Anyway, I would love to hear more of your thoughts!

(For anyone joining us/organizational purposes: OG Dom!Kim post and the first ask)

My dear lovely anon: I adore talking about ideas that's why i throw them into the world in the faint hope I get to talk about the more so you really made my day here! <3

(also never apologize for multiple headcanons/interpretations I think that's honestly the beauty of fandom that all characters exist in this sort of schrödinger's cat/multiverse sphere where as long as it's consistent with characterization it's valid)

And yes! In my mind the constant checking in and deferrals are basically two-fold: One Kim has a very dear love of Order and Structure and Rules Governing Interaction, especially in a professional setting - in this case Harry, no matter what, is the lead on this case and therefore gets to make the decision.

Second in this sort of AU version of him where he struggles with his urges, he'd be extra conscientious about not infringing on someone's agency in a way he's not been invited to. That's what the Structure is for: an outside hierarchy imposed on him, so he's not feeling resentful of someone aside from him exercising authority.

And normally that's not a problem for him, but Harry, because of his absolute level of fuck-up (and being pretty much his type overall) is crossing all his wires and fucking up his Very Carefully Created Systems, so he's like EXTRA deliberate in letting Harry call the shots in a way he probably wouldn't normally, course-correct as you say

Therefore he would probably absolute fucking FREAK OUT if Harry would be like "the city told me, you'd like to make decisions for me", because he'd be like FUCK I'VE TRIED SO HARD TO NOT BE OBVIOUS WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME and like double-down on fully suppressing any indication of his thoughts (making them perversely worse probably).

Not necessarily because of a SSC reason/Harry's amnesia and therefore unclear relationship to the scene (bc fucked up version of Kim here, he'd probably get a weird thrill out of being able to be the only one to show him/teach him about this) and more because the loss of control implied by being able to be read so easily by someone who - let's be clear here - is dealing with a lot of stuff and therefore should not be able to pick up Kim's internal struggle.

Jeaaaann oh Jean yes what an interesting thought.

Ok so Jean and Kim even in game have an interesting dynamic imo even though it is so heavily impacted by player choice, because no matter what you've done if Kim is there he defends Harry.

But he defends Harry in this really interesting way, because (at least in Good Cop runs) it's almost a conversation at cross-purpose, because they clearly aren't even talking about the same person.

That conversation to me reads weirdly aimless and strange, because Jean is talking to Kim about Harry the way he's clearly used to talking about him to people that also know him well - as commiseration.

Very "have a load of this guy" and "the things we have to deal with". Not getting into whether that's fair or not (I already know fandom is very divided on that point lol), it is very clear that this is almost rote to him and what is also rote is the way the other side responds: with equal levels of annoyance and pain and trash-talking.

Kim breaks this script.

To Jean, Kim is also someone who spent an extended amount of time with Harry so he expects the other side of his rote conversation to happen the way it always does, but Kim - someone he clearly respects both as an officer as well as his intellect and character - keeps refusing to engage, simply because he doesn't seem to have met the same Harry and that fully throws him for a loop.

In that entire conversation he keeps backtracking, apologizing, amending his aggressiveness at the slightest push-back from Kim.

So I think (to finally come back to your question sorry) that yes Kim absolutely would be annoyed - (idt that during the course of the actual investigation he'd ever let himself indulge in much, but he's certainly started smaller behaviour when it doesn't seem to concern the case - make Harry sleep, eat, dress warmly etc., so there is that kind of possessiveness about him for sure.) even angry at Jean for just coming in and sort of staking a claim on which behaviours Harry should even be scolded for.

But i don't think he'd lash out or anything, because really this is about control - both of the situation and of Harry's responses. And just by responding naturally - by pointing out how well Harry had solved the comprehensive, complicated mystery, how he had taken care of himself, how he'd comported himself quite well, how he'd been kind and capable - he's not just taking control of the conversation, keeping Jean always on the back-foot, deprived of his trusty protocol, but also control of Harry.

Because when at first his attention was fixed on this person who he only somewhat remembers and his (justified?) anger, simply by saying the truth, Kim manages to get him to focus on him, to accept his version of reality, of himself and his character - despite the fact that realistically, Jean's version of himself is probably more correct (simply by virtue of him actually knowing him).

Harry wants to believe that this person Kim is talking about is who he really is and to have someone who he respects say these things he desperately wants to be true, they start to become reality.

And isn't that the ultimate rush for Kim, a dopamine push the likes he's never experienced - to not just have someone accept his rules and judgement and decisions, but to have them accept his reality over their own.

[aishangotome]

Alfons Sylvatica: Chapter 9

Chapter 8

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Kate: Wait a minute! We have to meet up with Roger!

Alfons: He'll be fine on his own.

He pushes me into the carriage and shouts into the air.

Alfons: Roger, just go back to the castle!

(Just go back...!)

Alfons: There, now we can relax. Let's go.

Alfons gets in after me and slams the carriage door shut. The carriage starts to move.

(I hope Roger heard that...)

Alfons: It's fine. He's not a child.

Alfons: He's the kind of man who enjoys a barbaric sport like boxing, you know? He won't die even if you kill him.

In contrast to me, who keeps looking back in worry, Alfons is sitting comfortably in the opposite seat.

Kate: But, asking him to come with me and then going home first is a bit...

Alfons: Ah ha! You're still so damn serious.

Alfons claps his hands.

I sigh at the familiar gesture, not even angry anymore.

(It doesn't look like he'll stop the carriage... And as Alfons said, Roger will probably be fine.)

(I'll apologize to him profusely later...)

I switch my mind from the sudden return to the castle and look at Alfons in front of me again.

The scene I saw earlier, the story I heard--I had countless questions about him.

Kate: Why are you calling yourself a noble, Alfons?

Alfons: ...Well, it just happened.

Alfons: I heard that those so-called nobles live amusing and ridiculous lives.

Alfons: I was trying to get in good with a pediatrician and get some scraps from the nobles' houses, but then the doctor died during a house call to Lord El's mansion.

Kate: What!?

I open my eyes wide in surprise at the shocking episode.

Alfons: I was thinking about what to do from the next day, when Lord El asked me to live in the mansion.

Alfons: So I just settled in.

Alfons: He said it would be disgraceful to be by El's side without a proper title, so I just called myself a noble.

(Wow, that sounds like a lie...)

Truth is stranger than fiction... This story embodies that saying.

But the scene I glimpsed tonight gave credence to his explanation.

Kate: The reason you're doing that for the people in the slums...

Kate: Is it because you know their... suffering and pain?

Alfons: If your theory that those actions are "for them" is true, then maybe it is.

"If so," "maybe"--the usual phrases that conceal the truth.

Kate: ...You always dodge the question like that.

I turn away, and suddenly...

Alfons: Hehe, don't pout your lips like that.

Kate: ...Huh?

He pokes the tip of my lips, and my heart jumps.

Alfons: I feel like kissing these lovely thorns.

(I've been through more intense things than having my lips touched--)

(Why am I... so nervous about something so trivial?)

I know that words like "cute" and "kiss" are lighter than "hello" to him.

I glare up at Alfons, and

Alfons: ......

Our eyes meet, and my heart skips a beat again.

(Alfons is making such lover-like gestures...)

Sweet illusions come flooding back, and my eyes are involuntarily drawn to his lips.

Alfons: ...Do you want me to kiss you?

Kate: What!? N-No...!

Alfons: Don't get so worked up. If you want to do it, you can.

Kate: I don't want to!

Alfons: Yes, yes. So, did you find my weakness?

Kate: ...

(Alfons always changes the subject like this...)

(It makes me feel embarrassed, like I'm the only one taking it seriously.)

(This is what's really sly about him.)

My cheeks are still flushed, but I try to ignore it and clear my throat to speak.

Kate: ...No, not at all. Because you told me so easily, it means...

Kate: Being an orphan and abusing your powers in the slums can't be considered a weakness, can they?

Alfons: Well, who knows?

Alfons: I don't know if anyone else besides El and Roger knows that I was an orphan.

Kate: What!?

(...That's a lie, right?)

Kate: Victor and William don't know either...?

Alfons: Well, those two might know.

Alfons: Jude might have sniffed it out, too, but that's about it.

Alfons: If it were spread around in social circles, it might have the effect of further eroding my already non-existent credibility, wouldn't it?

(He told me so easily... So then...)

Kate: ...Do the people at the tavern and your "friends" know?

Alfons: Ah ha! Of course not. We don't reveal our identities to each other more than necessary.

Alfons: Reality is not necessary for a convenient relationship.

(...So that's how it is.)

It's probably common knowledge among the members of "Crown," but whether it's due to lack of interest or manners, information about Alfons isn't openly discussed.

He doesn't reveal his identity at all to the people with whom he shares his rotten private life.

So it seems.

Kate: ...Then

Kate: Why did you tell me?

"Reality is not necessary for a convenient relationship."

(If those words are true, then my relationship with him is different from the others...?)

I stare at Alfons, my heart pounding for some reason.

Alfons: Hmm, well...?

He puts his hand on his chin as if thinking--.

Alfons: ...Well, who knows? I don't know either.

He laughs lightly and shrugs.

Alfons: Maybe I was moved by your tearful determination to follow me all the way to that place.

(Oh, so... There wasn't any special intention.)

(But still... There's no doubt that Alfons told me the truth.)

With a faint smile on his face, Alfons looks out the window.

(That smile doesn't look happy at all.)

(But... This smile is... somehow)

(It feels like Alfons.)

This thirsty smile, with his lips twisted in self-mockery, somehow suits him.

Thinking about that... my heart lifts a little again.

It's like my fingertips brushed against a mirage.

Like I found the tail of a rainbow.

It's like I was able to grasp the shape of something uncertain.

Kate: ...I'll stop sneaking around and trying to find your weaknesses.

Alfons: ...Huh?

Kate: I'm more interested in your true feelings than your weaknesses.

Kate: I want to face you properly, Alfons.

Alfons: .............

The words spilled out before I even thought about it.

And as soon as I said them, I felt like my feelings had taken a clear shape.

(I... want to know more about Alfons.)

(The more I know, the more I want to know the true nature of this mysterious person.)

Kate: So, if I can get to know you better,

Kate: I don't mind being your "exclusive" Fairytale Keeper.

Alfons: ...Oh?

The corner of his lips curves sensually.

Alfons: So, I assume you're okay with doing this kind of thing with me?

Kate: ? W-what...?

Suddenly, a breath drew near—and before she knew it, Alfons' eyes were right in front of hers.

Kate: Huh!?

Kate: Th-that's... different!

She hurriedly pressed her hand against Alfons' mouth, stopping his kiss.

Alfons: ... Heh

But he wasn't going to back down that easily—his warm tongue licked the palm of her hand that she was pressing against him.

Kate: H-hey...!?

She reflexively pulled her hand back, and Alfons laughed teasingly.

Alfons: You can't resist things like this, so I was thinking of using that as your weakness, you know?

Kate: I-if you don't touch my nape, I can prevent this with my willpower!

Alfons: I doubt you were able to prevent it completely just now, though?

(Ugh...)

Alfons leaned over me, his hands on either side of my legs, watching me with amusement.

His red tongue darted out from between his thin lips.

I feel like prey—about to be devoured at any moment.

Alfons: That's right. The other day, when we did something naughty behind the bar, I wasn't using my ability.

Alfons: Didn't you end up melting into a gooey mess?

---CHOICES---

It's Alfons' fault

It's my fault

It was that strange smoke

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Kate: B-But, that was... something, some weird smoke...

Alfons: It seems that scent draws out the desires sleeping in one's subconscious.

Alfons: It means that Kate secretly desired to be pampered and spoiled... doesn't it?

Kate: ...

Alfons is probably looking at me with my ears burning red, rolling his eyes with amusement.

Alfons: So, what will you blame it on now?

Kate: ...hm...!

Before I knew it, both of my wrists were restrained, and my lips were stolen in an instant.

Kate: Hmm...n...

I try to resist, but my restrained hands won't budge.

I'm pulled closer, and my butt almost slips off the seat.

Kate: Ah...n...!

His tongue knew exactly how to indulge in pleasure, and her body melted after being touched countless times.

Finally freed, her right hand couldn't bring itself to push his away, instead clinging to his frock coat.

Alfons: It's because I was flustered by the strange sight, because the carriage was shaking...

Alfons: If you need an excuse, I can give you plenty.

Alfons: If you don't resist, it might damage your dignity, and I wouldn't want that.

Alfons: You can keep pretending to resist like that forever, if you like.

His left hand stroked her thigh, then pulled up her skirt.

Kate: Oh, no... no, no...

My heart pounded with anticipation, and a wave of pleasure washed over me.

Alfons: It's only going to be less than a month anyway... Let's have some fun, Kate.

His sweet, husky voice sent a shiver down my spine.

Alfons: Because you like feeling good, don't you?

Kate: N-no, I don't...

He wasn't touching my neck.

But I couldn't bring myself to reject his outstretched hand.

(I don't like feeling good.)

(I wasn't that easy.)

(This is just because it's Alfons...)

I'm being influenced by him, my sense of morality is warped and twisted.

It's all Alfons' fault.

(Always like this... Because of Alfons, I'm drowning in pleasure, losing my mind...)

(I have no idea what Alfons thinks or feels about this...)

(I've never had the time to even try to figure it out.)

I want to see if this person who says they "love pleasure" actually feels good -

That thought emerges, further warping my sense of ethics.

(B-But...!)

Kate: Ah... N-No, this is wrong... Not in a carriage like this...

Alfons: ...Then, where should we do it?

Ah--

I realize that I've already consented to this act, and my whole body burns with shame.

Alfons: Your bed? But... Can you hold out that long?

Kate: Ah... I...

His lips gently touched my parted lips.

Sealing my excuses.

Alfons: Shh... You don't have to answer me directly.

Alfons: It's easier if you can blame me later, right?

He slowly pulls up the hem of my skirt.

The cold air brushed against my legs, and I gripped my skirt tightly.

Kate: W-wait a minute. Really, not here–

Alfons: Ah ha!

Alfons: How can you say no from the start when you haven't even done it yet?

Her hand was brushed away, and the hem of her skirt was lifted up to her waist.

Kate: Ah–

I tried to hold back his fingertips from trying to penetrate even deeper, but then---

Kate: Kyah!?

Alfons: Oh

The carriage wheels jolted with a loud thud.

My hips, barely on the seat, were lifted off the ground, and I lost my balance, throwing myself into the chest of Alfons, who was seated in front of me.

Kate: I-I'm sorry––

The moment I tried to hastily pull away, he firmly clasped my waist and placed me on his lap, smiling broadly.

Alfons: See...it's all the carriage's fault that you're getting so worked up in this place...

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Chapter 10

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[opreaadriann]

Hello there first of all I'm so glad that u are back and love ur story since it not everyday that some of us get to live out fantasy of getting REVENGE on our past bullies - (rubbing hands maniacally😈).

Anyway i don't know if this has been ask yet but may i inquired 3 questions:

Where did u get ur ideas/ inspiration to writes this story?

Have u seen this korean drama named the 'Glory' ? *SPOILER ALERT*!!(it's a story about bullies and revenge too but since it in asian the bullying is bit more brutal tbh😬 ,although the revenge is well deserved 😏)

Would u personally say that the way we get our revenge in the story would be similar to the Kdrama or would it be more brutal/cruel in comparison?

I hope u r getting enough rest and staying safe my dear author 🫶🏻

Thank you very much for the support! I'm always glad to find another revenge enjoyer.

The inspiration for High School Revenge comes from personal experience. I actually never watched Heathers, or any revenge type movies (besides the Count of Monte Cristo), and I only started doing research in the genre after starting working on the story. I always had a very creative mind, and I remember I lived a very embarrassing moment in middle school, which resulted in me plotting my revenge on the people involved for years. Obviously, I ended up doing nothing about it and moved on with my life, but I had a lot of ideas on how to get my revenge haha. When coming up with an idea for a COG book, I thought that I wanted to write something that would appeal to many people. And I thought that I can't be the only one that had fantasies about getting revenge on someone that wronged me when I was younger. So, I just let my imagination run its course and came up with the premise for the story. None of the characters I've created have anything to do with real people or real revenge plans I had though haha, it's all pure fiction.

I've watched Glory, yeah, it made me think a lot about how our MCs origin story might be a bit light compared to what happened there, so I tried to make the whole tragedy more... tragic once I came back with chapter 3. Most bullies are also quite irredeemable in Glory, which is not something I want for HSR, but it was fun to just root for the hardcore revenge.

I don't think the revenge you will be able to get on the characters in this story would be described as brutal. There won't be any hardcore torture scenes or anything (maybe psychological torture). My goal is to make the revenge satisfying. There will be more types of things you could do to get revenge, some will be funny, some will destroy the lives of the targets, and some will just be unnecessarily cruel. If players choose the really cruel revenge options, I'll make sure to make them feel bad for going down that route though haha. *Spoiler* A character can die thanks to our actions, but I would not recommend going down that route.