#OH! i forgot to mention the thing i’m most excited about. i have a *** toy drawer now

[fangurk]

Puppy Love (The Cullen Family x Child! Werewolf! Reader)

Key:

Y/n - Your Name

Y/h/c - Your Hair Color

Y/e/c - Your Eye Color

Y/f/c - Your Favorite Color

Y/f/f - Your Favorite Flavor

Prompt (given to me by @inrice): but could you do something along the lines of the cullens (mainly alice) takes upon the job of raising a werewolf!reader? who's a child of course.

Summary: Alice Cullen stumbles upon a very strange, very lonely child while out on a hunt and, in true Cullen fashion, decides to take them home. Nobody knows how to take care of a werewolf or a child, but when they put in a collective effort (and bring in the help of Bella) things start getting easier...

Warning: Is this kidnapping? It might be kidnapping, fluff, slightly angsty at some parts, AU because Caius is cruel, and potentially odd genderless terms of endearment.

A/n: family fic makes the brain go brrr. so like i didn't really know how to handle the whole werewolf thing because the twilight lore is so... bare... and i wanted to write more on the family parts so it's not like a real focus but it is mentioned quite a bit. I hope that's okay! /gen

Word Count: 1.2k+

Alice wasn’t able to foresee you.

She simply stumbled across you one day on a hunt, your tiny body curled up at the base of a tree. You smelled so much of dog she almost mistook you for one, and then you looked up at her with big y/e/c eyes and she knew.

Carlisle wasn’t very happy when she brought you home.

“The Volturi will have a field day with this.” He says as he repacks his doctor bag. “The child is dangerous to have around.”

“But they're all alone, Carlisle. You said it yourself, they looked like they were out there for days— and I waited there with them until nightfall, no one came…”

Her shoulders fall and she looks at the door separating them from the rest of the family.

“Oh please just let them stay, we’ll all take care of them— if anything we’re better suited for it than anyone!”

Carlisle opens his mouth to protest but is interrupted by Esme opening the door, you asleep in her arms. All of his hesitance melts away at the sight, and at the sound of your small snores.

He sighs. “Fine, the child can stay— but we have to be careful.”

Alice nearly erupts with her joy, and Carlisle tries to hide a smile.

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They give you a nice bedroom.

Rosalie, Alice, and Esme take an entire day to shop, nearly clearing out three children’s stores in the process. They build you furniture and they paint the walls a pretty shade of y/f/c; you now own more toys and clothes than a kid can possibly comprehend.

You spend the day with Emmett, the only Cullen boy who’s comfortable getting close to you, and he introduces you to the wide range of children’s cartoons. Your browsing ended with Crashbox, something that had the big man far more into it than you, but it was fun nonetheless.

“Want to see your room, Y/n?” Rosalie hums, poking her head around the corner and flashing you a dazzling smile.

The ladies let you wander around the new space, excitement brightening your features.

Emmett is still enraptured by the TV long after you’re put to bed.

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Most days are good days.

Even if two of the family members seem a little afraid of you, you’re happy. You’re fed and clothed and loved.

But then there are bad days.

You wouldn’t eat. Nothing Esme made you was satisfactory and you were too upset and overwhelmed to let anyone know what you wanted; everyone tries to comfort you, even Jasper with his powers, but none of it really seems to work.

And then Edward comes home.

He left at some point during the crying and everyone figured that he was just bailing ship like he usually does when it comes to you. But, in reality, he somehow managed to get a cohesive reading of your mind and immediately went to someone who could help him.

“I brought Bella.” He says, gesturing awkwardly at his equally awkward girlfriend when five sets of frustrated eyes land on him.

“And I brought chicken nuggets…” The brunette human raises the bag up with a smile.

Everyone watches in confusion as you perk up a bit.

“Uh, here.” Bella crosses the room and places the bag down in front of you.

You open the bag and immediately start eating, sniffling but no longer upset. Every Cullen is reeling in shock.

“Well. What do you have to say to Bella?” Alice clears her throat, giving you an encouraging smile.

“Thank you, Bella.” You mumble, mouth full of food.

“Oh- it was actually Edward’s idea.”

You turn and thank him, beaming, and he gives you a crooked smile in return.

Afterward, Edward doesn’t really avoid you anymore.

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‘Children of the Moon’ don’t pass their lycanthropy onto their offspring.

Alice doesn’t like to think about it, but sometimes the implication that someone bit and infected you consumes her mind and it makes her want to cry.

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On the days they go to school, you do too.

They figure it’s good for you to spend time with other kids your age, and it seems to be. You always come home with crazy stories of playtime adventures and smelling of paint and crayons; the teachers love you, or more so the bright little woman who picks you up from school.

“Draw your family.” The teacher encourages one day.

You draw the Cullens.

When you proudly hand it to Alice when she picks you up from school, she lifts you up in a hug. Jasper frames your little drawing and puts it up next to all of their graduation caps.

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The full moon is pretty horrific.

In order to keep everyone safe from your tiny claws, they keep you in the basement. For hours before the transformation, you just lie down there and wail-- you’re only little, it’s only fair.

Alice sits outside and talks to you the whole time, her voice wavering and her hands shaking.

She doesn’t move after the wails turn into howls, even if it would be safer to do so.

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“Does Jasper hate me?”

You’re wrapped up in bandages, sitting on the picnic blanket with your adoptive mother and eating a sandwich too big for you as her husband pretends to do something down by the water. Alice is completely blindsided. They’ve sort of explained what they are to you, and you’ve kind of filled in blank spaces to the best of your ability, but she’s still unsure how to explain Jasper’s hesitance.

She doesn’t wind up having to.

“No,” He says, sitting down next to you and wrapping an arm around your shoulders, “I don’t. I’m actually quite fond of you darlin’.”

That alone seems to satisfy you and, over time, he loosens up a bit.

Jasper seems happier than he has in a while, listening to you talk about things little kids talk about, and Alice watches fondly with a smile.

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One of them reads a story and tucks you into bed every night.

Most times it’s Alice, sometimes Jasper joins in.

Tonight is one of those nights. You’re clean and showered, dressed in a cute little pajama set, and nestled under the covers; she’s lying down next to you, Goodnight Moon open in her hands, and he’s in a chair next to the bed.

“... goodnight noises everywhere.” She finishes, smiling at your drooping eyes and lulling head.

Carefully, she unwinds herself from you and, with the help of her husband tucks the blanket under your sides. You tug your favorite stuffed animal close to your chest, y/e/c eyes closed, and a smile on your little face.

“Goodnight, y/n.” “Night, kid.” They each say, Alice bending down to kiss your head and Jasper opting to stand there and smile.

“G’night mom and dad.”

Jasper’s eyes nearly bulge out of his head and he turns to face his wife quickly.

Alice Cullen, the girl who forgot half of her life, never felt more whole than she did standing in your room, holding her mate’s hand, and turning off the light as the hushed sound of a cricket’s song filled the big house...

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[wonderwomanfantasy]

Game-changing bet

hello, I'm not dead I decided to do a Kuroo one I hope you enjoy it despite the wait.

Kuroo x Reader

warnings: smut, pwp, Daddy kink/ slight age play, mentions of porn, mentions of sex toys, friends with benefits,

word count: 1,600 (About)

Summary: a simple sounding bet leads to having sex with your good friend Tetsuro

You walked into the library stiffly. You’d managed to make it through most of your day without anyone calling you out, but this would be the real test. 

Kuroo’s eyes flicked up to meet you as soon as you got close and a warm smile spread across his lips. 

“Hey,” you greeted casually taking your seat across from him. 

“Hey, what’s up with you you’re walking like you have a pole up your ass,” 

You sighed. Leave it to Kuroo to see right through you when you didn’t want anyone to notice you. 

“It’s embarrassing,” you sighed. His grin only widened, 

“Then be quiet so no one will hear,” he said, eyes bright. 

“So I have this tradition,” you started “Every semester before finals week I buy myself something special to help me relax.”

“Like a video game?” he asked. You felt your face get hot and you squirmed in your seat. 

“No like, uhm more like a toy to help me really relax,” he burst out laughing much too loud for the quiet library.  You lunged across the table and slammed your hands over his mouth to shut him up. 

“I swear to god Tetsurou I’ll kill you,” you hissed and he tried his best to quiet himself. 

“I’m sorry continue, so you buy yourself a new sex toy as a reward for passing your classes,” he said, trying not to laugh again. 

“Basically,” you admitted sheepishly. “So I bought myself something last week and I can’t use it,”

“What like it’s broken?”

“No,”

“Do you not like it as much as you thought you would,”

“No, I didn’t get to try it, not really, it’s too big,” you hid your face in your hands,

“It doesn’t even fit inside of me and I kind of hurt myself trying last night, that’s why I’m walking funny,” you admitted finally, humiliated. The worst part is, it wasn’t even that big you’d seen people take much, much more, and even though what you were getting was pretty reasonable considering what else was for sale. 

“We’re you like, stretched outright?” Kuroo asked. 

“Apparently not, I mean I used lube I was uhm in the right headspace so to speak, But like I couldn’t even get the tip in this thing was huge,” you defended, then mimed the approximate size of the dildo.  

“I bet I could have made it fit,” he said. You raised an eyebrow at him 

“I didn’t think you were into taking Kuro-”

“Shut up you brat I meant I could have made it fit in you,” he snapped back. You scoffed

“Oh excuse me, I forgot you lost your virginity two years ago and now you’re a walking sex god my bad, go on tell me how to fuck my own pussy,” you snapped. 

“Easy princess don’t get your panties in a twist, I’m just saying that thing cost you what 80 bucks? You can’t just let that go to waste,”

“50,” you corrected with a sniff, but he had a point that was still fifty dollars of Oragasums you needed to get out of this too big thing, and Kuroo was the kind of friend who could help you with this and it wouldn’t change the relationship between the two of you. 

“If you hurt me I’ll break your neck,” 

“Deal,” he said instantly a light shining in his eyes. 

“And If you can’t make it fit you buy me dinner for wasting my time,” you said, 

“Anything you want,” he agreed, he was way too excited to go along with this. 

You were sitting between Kuroo’s legs naked. His big hands ran over your body slowly, raising goosebumps along your skin. 

“This thing is fucken huge I thought you were just being a baby,” he laughed, 

“You’re just mad it’s bigger than yours,” you snapped back you could feel him pressed against your back he was hard, and you wondered if he’d get off just by touching you. 

“What do you do, to start? How do you turn yourself on?” he asked, his large hands resting on your thighs. 

“I don’t know just watch porn I guess,” you admitted. He hummed thoughtfully. 

“What kind of porn?” 

“I don’t know,” you took a deep breath, It was just Kuroo you could be real with him, and he’d respect you he would keep your secrets and he wouldn’t make fun of you. 

“I like ASMR stuff, just a lot of moaning, and dirty talk,” you told him. Kuroo hummed behind you like he was thinking of what to do next. 

“I can do that I think, You just want me to tell you how pretty you look, spread out for me like this?” His voice was lower than it normally was and you felt its effect down to your toes. 

“Yes,” you said, breathily, you wished he’d just get on with it and touch you.  Suddenly he let out a low moan that made you jolt, you felt like you would have jumped out of your skin if Kuroo hadn’t been there to hold you down. 

He laughed a little, “I’m so fucking lucky to see you like this, I’m almost scared to touch you, I think the second I sink my fingers in that pretty cunt I might cum,” he said. Finally, he reached to the Apex of your legs and ran his thick fingers over your folds spreading your wetness over your clit. 

“Do you like that kitten? You like Daddy playing with your clit?” he asked and you felt your cheeks burn. 

“Y-yes D-Daddy,” you whimpered making Kuroo laugh, you wondered how he knew that you liked that or if he was doing it for him. Either way, he was getting you off. 

“Is this how you play with your private parts baby? Is this how you touch yourself when Daddy isn’t there?” he was teasing you now, circling your entrance with his middle finger, only pushing into you when you caught him off guard and pitched your hips forward 

“Naughty girl,” Kuroo laughed as he slowly pumped his finger in and out of you, twisting his wrist in you.  “How should Daddy punish you for being such a bad slut?” he asked Kuroo dipped his head and started kissing your neck before surprising you by sinking his teeth into your neck. 

“Now, whenever someone asks where you got that mark you have to look them in the eye and tell them that there aren’t any classes on how to fuck yourself so you had to get your friend to show you how to use your cunt,” he said against your ear. He slipped another finger inside of you, scissoring you open and fucking you with his thick fingers. 

“Daddy-” you moaned bucking your hips down against his hand again, this time he let you without punishment unless you counted more neck kisses as a punishment. You could feel his cock hard against your back rutting against your ass. 

Kuroo had three fingers in you now, you’d never felt so full before, 

“Kuroo, I need you,” you whimpered you were going to cum if he kept touching you like this. The Dildo he was supposed to be fucking you with was long forgotten at the other end of the bed. 

Kuroo pulled his finger out of you and flipped you around pressing your back to the mattress. He loomed over you caging you in with his larger frame. 

“Fuck baby look at you,” he sighed, “All fucked out just from Daddy’s fingers,” he moaned shoving his jeans down his legs. You almost whimpered when he pulled his cock out. You watched as he pumped himself in his fist and pulled one of your legs up over his shoulder. 

“You want me to fuck you?”

“Yes- please Daddy,” you pleaded, Kuroo didn’t make you wait, he dipped his head to kiss you as he slid in. you couldn’t help but mona as you felt him fill you up. 

“Fuck baby even with all that prep work, you’re so tight,” he purred against your neck. “I’m going to move now is that okay?” 

“Yes-”

 Kuroo tried to be gentle at first, but how you were sucking him in and milking his cock made it hard to hold back. 

“There's my good girl,” he grunted his thrusts getting sloppy, Kuro was having a hard time focusing on two things at once, thrusting his hips at a steady pace and rubbing your clit,

“Fuck baby, are you close? Are you going to cum?” Kuroo asked, desperately, he was close to his own release but he was determined to get you off first. 

“Daddy, I’m so fucking close please keep fucking me,” you pleaded, throwing your head back and arching your body up against him. 

Kuroo could do that at the very least. He hooked one hand under your hip and lifted you up so he can fuck you deeper, 

Kuroo watched your eyes roll back into your head as you came around him, the feeling of your orgasm was enough to push him over the edge, and the two of you came together. 

Kuroo held you close as you both heaved, catching your breath and coming down from your respective highs. 

“That was so fucking good,” he sighed, nuzzling the side of your neck. 

“You owe me dinner,” you sighed,

“What?” he asked, you grinned and nodded towards the toy 

“Didn’t make it fit, you owe me dinner,” Kuroo found that he could live with that.

[welkinsky]

Congrats to 100 follower ✨💖 you really deserve it. You constantly put quality content out there 🥺

As for your celebration, what about the alphabet for Kakashi? 🥰

Kakashi X Reader | A-Z Headcanon

Masterlist

A-Z Headcanon

Warning: 18+ Content

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Once you two are done and tired, he's gonna take a moment and then turn over to you to smile and adore how flushed you look. He usually kisses your forehead and then pulls you into his chest. Once you two are all calmed down. "You want to hop in the shower baby?" Still running his one hand through your hair. If you say you want to rest a bit more, he gets up to get you water and towels, or if you say yes then expect a "Round 2?" joke on your way, which wasn't actually a joke.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of their partner’s)

Your thighs! Doesn't matter if you have thick thighs or not he likes to grab them while you're on top or you two are just chilling and he is running his hand through them and they slip certain places "by accident"

In a non-sexual way, it is your hair, for sure. He likes to bury his face in them because the scent of the fresh shampoo is relaxing to him. If you change your shampoo he'll notice it right away, expect a new bottle of the same shampoo on the shelf next to your new one the next day.

C = Cuddling

Cuddling with this man is a dream! He likes to be all over you with one leg over yours and your face buried in his chest. Even if you are being the small spoon, his one leg will be over you and your head resting on one of his arm and his other arm over your shoulder pulling you closer to his chest.

Whenever you two are on a nap date, his hand is always resting on you. He becomes restless when he can't find you but calms down after finding you on the other side of the bed. Then just keeps his palm on you rather than pulling you in and waking you up.

D = Dirty Secret

This one time, you two had an idea of taking some nudes together just for fun to see whose turns out to be the better one. You both set a rule to get rid of them after the winner was announced, which never happened since you two were so turned on in the process that you two ended up doing it. You forgot it but he still has your photo with him. Shut up, it helps him on long missions.

E = Experience 

He was not a virgin, but he wasn't much experienced either. If you want to know more about this scenario find it here.

In starting he kept things vanilla, he didn't want to freak you out. But you wanted more but that was the case with you too so this one time you stole his Itcha Itcha to read what type of stuff he was into. AND YOU ABSOLUTELY LOVED IT. You had to read it as fast as you can because he'd notice that it was missing.

And when you suggested something, it was a shock to him because he knows exactly how to do it but to ACTUALLY experience it and that too with YOU? The guy was in actual heaven that day.

F = Favourite Position 

It depends, he is a tease so he likes when you do all the work but just wait till he has your image of having one leg over his shoulder while he's pounding into you and you're all flustered, aaaaand the guy is pinning you down and going at it.

Or if he is IN THE MOOD he's gonna start with you on all fours and will end up having you burring your face in the pillow.

G = Goofy

Hehe he is the best type of goofy. He says the jokes with a straight face while everyone is on the floor dying. He only lets out a small laugh when you are laughing your "so-called ugly laugh" in front of others too.

But sometimes he starts laughing even before cracking the joke because it was that funny, "Oh boy, naah it's nothing" he says wiping a tear, off his one eye. You all will beg him but according to him "the moment is gone" lol he IS a tease.

H = Hair 

His hair is sooooo fluffy! And after how little he looks after them? It is almost a joke on you. You take care of your hair a lot but this guy probably washes it with body wash and still has such good quality. He always says that it is a good diet to trick you into healthy eating too. This guy never misses a chance to do that.

I = Intimacy 

Your emotional intimacy is something that is beyond this world. You both never knew that you were capable of feeling emotions so strongly.  You're hurt? He feels this burning feeling in his heart that he can't get rid of. He is having a nightmare? It breaks your heart that you cannot do anything about what he had to go through.

Not for once have you two felt any sort of negative emotions to one another but just love and CARE! You love your people but for the first time, you've felt that "care" not from the words but actions. 

For the first time, you two have felt that you don't have to do everything on your own, you can divide it and let your guard down for a moment because you know that other one will be there if something goes wrong.

J = Jack Off 

He does it normally when he is out on a mission or away from you for a while. One thought of you can turn him on in that case.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Ohohoho where should I even start? He LOVES to handcuff you because that just gives him more power over what he wants you to feel. Which is why he likes blindfold too.

As your relationship grows he likes the risk factor too so he likes to do it in a tricky place. But while making sure that your reputation doesn't get compromised at any cost.

L = Location (Favourite places to do they do)

Umm isn't it obvious? Anywhere? Literally. But he loves to bend you over the kitchen counter and take you then and there as he enters the house and finds you cooking or just having a drink or something.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

He will do anything you ask for while doing it to make sure that he will be able to see that face of yours when you have just let go and you're too flustered to even care. It shows him that you are enjoying it.

Or if it is just you pleasing him and you look up to him with "puppy eyes" heh don't blame him for what is about to happen to you.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

You risking your reputation for the "risk factor". See, everyone sees you highly in the village and he loves the respect that they give you. He WILL NEVER ruin it just because he is feeling it right now and won't let you do the same too.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

It may not seem like it but he LOVES to give it to you. Actually, if this time it is more of a sensual one then he always starts with eating you only. It is his way of showing that you're his priority.

He has long fingers so umm ya. You're overstimulated most of the time. As much as he loves seeing this, he holds your hand with one while the other one is pumping in and out of you as he plays with your clit with his tongue.

He loves to hold one hand with you even while he is eating you out. Wow.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He starts with "slow as death" ones and then once you're begging to him theeen he goes fast and deep. You ARE lucky to have him honestly :')

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

You don't even have to say anything? You are looking good before you two go out? You'll be doing it before leaving the house.

It's not his fault! You look too good, it's your fault.

And sometimes these quickies turn into something more and you two end up staying home.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Risk who? That's all I'm gonna say.

S = Stamina 

He can go for a lot of rounds. But if he is just back from the mission or has been busy all day and now he is tired. Please don't push him. Not because he is a "poor guy" or something, nooooo, this idiot will get horny and do it anyway. But regret in the morning because he didn't take enough rest.

T = Toy

He bought it only when you two started experimenting so you both have handcuffs (used for you only he doesn't like to be a sub that often), a blindfold, and a vibrator for sure. This fucker likes to edge you a lot.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Heh isn't it clear already? This guy is the definition of being unfair. As you start to get a little annoyed and turn to him and catch him smirking, all that "annoyance" turns into "lust" lol you simp! But can we really blame you?

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

If you are doing it somewhere out? He'll keep shut and even cover your mouth to avoid getting caught. But if he is at home, he will grunt a lot but will let out a loud moan once he reaches his high

W = Wild Card (Just a random headcanon because I cannot think of anything starting with W)

He cooks for you in the morning. That is the only time he can make sure that you have a good healthy meal since he is not there for lunch and you make the dinner.

If he is cooking in the morning then expect your lunch prepared for you too.  *and meal prep for dinner* bro he wants to make sure that you are taking care of yourself because you work too hard okay? Shut up and have your fruits and drink some water as you read this...... Go now, sip some water.

X = X-Ray

He has a lean physique but specifically, his arms are muscular and they are getting buffer after you mention that you like buffed arms. Hehe being slick, okayyyy.

Also, he has long slim fingers, umm good for you.

But you like to draw in his hands too sometimes. Just some little things. He smiles at them as he looks at them later.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

He kind of has a strong sex drive. Most of the time if it is because of the fact that he is too excited to try new things on you.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

He doesn't sleep until he knows that you are sound asleep. He likes to take in the scent of your hair and just run his fingers through your hair to calm you down a bit. Do it back too, please. He loves it a lot! If you stop and start doing something else, he'll bring back your hand to his hair and make you do it for as long as you don't fall asleep. In any case, he is sleeping once you're asleep.

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Shikamaru is my favorite character but ya’ll are making me change my lane with how many posts I’ve written for Kakashi XD

Thanks For Reading and for the ask!

If you liked it you can check out the masterlist too!

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I just needed to write something with him because he made me (s)cream when I saw him in the new episode.

I hope you enjoy my horny fantasies 🙌

Sub! Gojo x Dom! Tease! Fem! Reader

This includes content not suited for minors

Includes - teasing/toys/cum swallowing/blowjob/unprotected sex/orgasm denial

Why did he have to look this good?

Shades sitting on his nose, his shirt hugging his body so perfectly and being tucked into his pants.

You watched him from afar, leaning against a nearby pole, standing close enough to see his muscles flex with every movement he made, admiring him while still trying to concentrate on the baseball game.

You couldn’t help but think about how good his neck would look, covered in hickeys and love bites, Satoru splayed out under you, begging you to finally let him cum.

Images of nights you spent with him came flooding back, his beautiful moans and desperate cries escaping his beautiful kiss-swollen lips.

A plan started forming on your head, so you went back inside to grab your bag, where you had a vibrating but plug that you almost always kept there for opportunities just like this one.

“Satoru! I need your help here for a minute!”

you yelled across the field, and he excused himself before walking over to you, expecting you to ask him for help on more school related things, he surely didn’t expect you to pull him inside the restrooms and lock the door behind you.

“Oho~ what do you have planned?”

You wrapped your hands around his neck and pressed a desperate kiss to his lips.

“Do you have any idea how hot you look right now? I can’t wait to see you crying and begging under me” you whispered, your hand finding it’s way under his shirt, tracing the outlines of his muscles, pressing kisses on his jawline at the same time.

He smirked, ready to fuck your brains out of you here in the restrooms if you wanted to, and so his hands went to grab the hem of your shirt, but you stopped him.

“No~ not yet” you ordered, pushing his hands back, a confused expression on Satorus face.

Grinning, you grabbed the plug from your bag, his confused expression morphing into one of shock and also excitement.

“You don’t want me to-“

“Oh yes I want you to” you pushed him back, so his back met the wall.

“Turn around, ass out. Now”

He hesitated but did as he was told, he unzipped his pants and pulled them down along with his underwear and steadied himself on the wall, his head hanging down in embarrassment, letting out a small surprised yell at the feeling of your fingers slowly working him open.

After you felt like you’ve prepared him enough, you grabbed the plug and inserted it inside of his tight hole, his breathing quickening and a whimper leaving his throat.

A proud smile on your face, you bent over him and caressed his ass.

“Good Boy, now let’s go back to the field”

After he got dressed and walked back to his usual position, trying his best to act normal, trying to ignore the grin on your face when your eyes met, wondering what you had planned for him.

You grabbed the remote in your pocket, turning the vibrations to a low setting to start.

A gasp left his lips and he jolted in surprise.

His eyes met yours again, and he made a pouting face in your direction, to wich you only turned the vibrations even further up, leaning back on the bench, arms folded behind your head.

“Is Gojo-sensei okay? He looks unusually nervous” the concerned voice of Megumi turned your attention to him.

You shrugged your shoulders, enjoying the view of your boyfriends legs shaking slightly.

You could see sweat forming on his forehead, a faint blush coating his cheeks.

“He mentioned he didn’t feel to well this morning, I’m gonna ask him later” you replied casually, leaning forwards and giving Satoru a good view of your cleavage.

He bit the inside of his mouth in frustration,he was enjoying the view you were giving him, but this and the way the plug moved inside of him made him start to grow rock hard in his pants.

The vibrations got faster and harsher again.

“Shit!” He yelled out in a desperate tone, all eyes on him as soon as the words left his lips.

“I think I forgot something back in my office! I’m gonna be back” and he went back into the direction of the school building.

After a few minutes, you spoke up.

“I’m gonna go check up on him, I really think he might be sick” some of your students nodded in understanding, while some of the others looked at each other like they knew what was going on.

-

What a beautiful sight to walk in on.

The most powerful sorcerer lying on the small couch in his office, pants pulled down to his ankles, his face flushed and hand moving rapidly up and down his leaking cock.

“P-please! I need you r-right now” he repeated your name like a prayer, his head thrown back and chest moving up and down with heavy breaths.

You grabbed the remote again, turning the vibrations to the highest setting before moving closer to his shaking form.

You gently stroked his cheek and moved closer to his face.

“I know, have you been good for me?”

“Yes! So g-good~!” He moaned against your lips, grabbing your arms tightly when he felt himself get close to his orgasm.

You grabbed the base of his length tightly, denying his climax with a smug grin on your face.

He cried out, tears forming in the corners of his eyes, he felt so sensitive that even your breath on his lips gave him goosebumps all over his body.

You released his twitching cock and stood up to undress your lower half, exposing your heat to him, and you could see him clench his fists at the sight of you.

You moved to sit on his lap, teasing his sensitive tip at your entrance.

“(Y/N)- I need to be inside of yo-Ah! Yes!” His mouth hung open in a silent scream at the feeling of your heat clenching around his cock.

You started bouncing up and down on his cock, moans and high pitched yells from Satoru along with the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room.

Moving your lips over his collarbone, you kissed and left numerous hickeys on his beautiful skin, occasionally biting down to leave a few bite marks.

His hands grabbed your hips, squeezing them in his big hands.

The pleasure made you scratch his back with your nails, moving up to his ear to let him hear your breathy moans and groans.

The both of you felt your climax approaching, relishing in the feeling and sounds of each other, and soon his cum painted your walls and leaked out of your cunt as he let out a desperate moan.

You stood up and went down on your knees between his spread legs.

Your breath fanned over his tip, a gasp coming from him at the cold feeling.

You licked from the base to the tip, feeling Satoru become hard again.

“Its too mu-Ahn! Too much! Ple-AH-Se!” his desperate cries got ignored and you inserted all of him into your warm mouth.

You could taste yourself on him, sucking and moving your head up and down his throbbing length.

His hands grabbed your hair, trying to get you to go slower, but it only made you to move even faster, his overstimulated moans music to your ears, the smell of sex filling his office.

His body twitched under you, and you looked up at him through your lashes, your eyes meeting his teary ones.

You moaned around him, the vibrations of your voice and the plug that was still deep inside of him made him climax one more time inside of your mouth with a drawn out high pitched whimper. You felt his release in your mouth, swallowing it and licking anything that escaped your mouth with a seductive smirk.

Watching him trying to get a hold of himself in his fucked out state made you giggle.

You sat on his lap again, pressing his lips on yours in a passionate french kiss.

After what felt like hours of sloppy kissing, you started to feel something hard poke at your thigh.

Oh boy, the both of you were in for a long afternoon.

[shemarmooresfedora]

Rebuilding Family

Summary: Y/N and Spencer were college sweethearts at Cal-Tech but once Spencer got accepted to the FBI Academy, he ended things deciding it was not fair to make Y/N wait for him. When they meet again years later, he discovers something unexpected.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader

A/N: i may have a little surprise for you guys tomorrow... (not related to this fic)

Masterlist

Chapter 15

“Jo! Please bring your suitcase downstairs so Daddy can load it into the car,” you called up the stairs.

“How high does the plane go up in the air? Who is the pilot? How fast does it go?” Jo asked as she walked down the stairs.

Jo had been asking a lot of questions about planes recently since you told her that you all were taking a little trip. You were going to Las Vegas so Diana could meet Jo.

Spencer was ecstatic about it so you tried to hide your growing anxiety to not kill his mood. You had already met Diana multiple times when you would accompany Spencer on road trips home on long weekends in college and she seemed to love you. But that was before you had her granddaughter and didn’t tell her or her son for six years. Not to mention the fact that you and Spencer were now dating again and living together.

“Those are questions for Daddy on the ride to the airport,” you ushered her out the front door, locking it.

Jo repeated her questions again once in the car.

“The plane will fly at about 5.9 to 7.2 miles up in the air. I don’t know who the pilot is but we can ask. Commercial planes fly at about 547 to 575 miles per hour which is about 14 times faster than the speed we are driving right now,” Spencer informed her.

“Woah,” Jo exclaimed, “I’ve never been on a plane before.”

“Yes you have, Baby J. You were just too young to remember it. You and Mommy flew from California to here,” you said.

Once you made it through check-in and security, you were waiting in the terminal for your flight to start boarding. Spencer came back with coffee and breakfast sandwiches for you both and a chocolate milk and donut munchkins for Jo.

“Thanks, Spence,” you gave him a quick kiss before unwrapping your sandwich.

“Jo, look!” Spencer pointed to a woman in a uniform, “I think that’s our pilot. Do you want to go say hi?”

Jo nodded shyly. She seemed to be a little starstruck.

“Come here, Princess,” Spencer lifted her up and walked over to the lady.

You watched from afar as the woman nodded her head to Spencer’s first question so she must be the pilot. She seemed very enthusiastic to answer any and all of Jo’s questions. She knelt down to her bag and gave something to Jo, waving goodbye.

“Mommy! I got wings!” Jo held up a little wing pin.

“Oh my gosh, sweetie! That is so cool!” you smiled, pinning it to her sweater.

“Do you want to be a pilot when you grow up, Jo?” Spencer asked.

“Yes,” she beamed.

“You can be whatever you want, Josephine,” you smiled, kissing her cheek.

-

It was the middle of the night. You couldn’t possibly sleep, knowing you were going to have to face Diana in the morning. You were expecting the cold shoulder from her at the very least.

You were sitting on the cool hotel bathroom floor, silently crying with your knees pulled up to your chest and your head tucked in between.

“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” Spencer quickly rushed over to you, sitting down beside you.

Either your crying was louder than anticipated or he just woke up to use the bathroom because you forgot to lock the door.

“Your mom hates me and I know how much her approval means to you,” you sniffled, not looking up.

“Baby, can you look at me please?” he whispered.

You hesitantly looked up to meet Spencer’s sympathetic gaze. He used the bottom of his t-shirt to wipe the tears from your face, pulling you in for a hug.

“She doesn’t hate you, I promise. She is overjoyed to meet her granddaughter,” he assured you.

“What if she’s just not telling you, Spence? She is seeing Jo for the first time at the age of 6, I honestly wouldn’t blame her for being pissed,” you were crying again.

Spencer pulled back and cupped your face, wiping away the fresh tears with his thumbs.

“I’m really sorry, I got so excited I forgot to consider how you’re feeling. I can take Jo alone tomorrow if you don’t want to go,” he said.

“No, I want to go,” you replied with no hesitation.

Spencer smiled softly, “If you feel uncomfortable at any point, we will leave but I swear she is not harboring any animosity towards you.”

“Does she know we are living together and dating again?” you asked softly.

“Yes, she does. Let me tell you she was not happy when I broke up with you the first time so I can assure you she approves of us getting back together,” he chuckled.

He elicited a quiet giggle from you.

“Would you like to go back to bed?” he asked softly.

You nodded and Spencer helped you up off the floor and back to bed. Spencer wrapped his arms around you and you snuggled into his chest, finally getting some rest.

-

“Dr. Reid! Diana has not stopped talking about this visit all week! She is having a wonderful day!” the nurse at the front desk chirped.

“Thank you. Is she in her room?” he asked.

“Yes, you know the way!” she said, gesturing down the hall.

You and Spencer stopped right outside her door, halting Jo’s movement as well because she was in between you both, holding each of your hands.

Spencer knelt down to her level, “Do you remember who we are meeting?”

“Your Mommy,” Jo said.

“So that makes her your Grandma,” Spencer smiled.

“I already have a Grandma,” Jo said, confused.

“You have two Grandmas now, Baby J,” you explained.

Jo still seemed a little confused and made a grabby motion for you to pick her up.

Spencer knocked on the door and opened it a crack.

“Mom?” Spencer said.

“Oh, Spencer!” you heard the familiar voice excitedly shout from inside.

You entered the room with Jo nuzzled into your neck. Jo tended to get very shy around new people and liked to cling to you or Spencer until she warmed up.

Once Diana finished hugging Spencer, she turned to you and Jo.

“Hi, Y/N! Good to see you! Let me see my beautiful granddaughter,” she chirped.

“Good to see you too,” you smiled, “Jo, can you say hi?”

Jo nuzzled further into your neck.

“How about if you sit in Daddy’s lap?” you whispered in her ear.

She nodded and you handed her over to Spencer, taking the seat next to him on the couch.

“Oh, look at her precious little face. She looks just like Spencer did at that age. Hello, Josephine,” Diana smiled.

“Jo, how about you tell Grandma what we did yesterday,” you prompted her.

“We went on a plane and I got this,” Jo pointed to the wings that she was still wearing today.

“Oh my, the pilot must have thought you were a very important little girl then,” Diana nodded.

Jo beamed as you reached over to your bag.

“Um we brought some of Jo’s toys if you want to play with her,” you asked Diana.

“Of course! I would love nothing more!”

-

“I have to pee,” Jo tugged at Spencer’s sleeve.

“Okay, let’s go,” Spencer lifted her up.

Shit. As much as Spencer assured you that his mom didn’t hold a grudge, you were scared of the ‘girl talk’ that would ensue when he left the room. You couldn’t really offer to take Jo because you didn’t know where the bathrooms were.

Once the door to the room clicked shut, you felt Diana’s eyes on you.

“So long time, no see,” she said.

“Yeah,” you chuckled nervously.

“Now I’m Spencer’s mom and I’m supposed to see him as perfect but one of the biggest mistakes he ever made was leaving you and I made sure I let him know that. And I didn’t even know you were pregnant at the time. You both just had this special bond that was so clear to anyone who was within twenty feet of you. I am so grateful that you gave him the opportunity to come back into you and your daughter’s life,” Diana spoke.

You were tearing up at how nice she was being. She didn’t blame you for any of it.

“Can I hug you?” you asked with watery eyes.

“Of course, my dear,” she opened her arms, “I am so lucky to call you family.”

Spencer returned to see two of the most important people in his life hugging and the third was in his arms.

[renatapatata]

UNUS ANNUS GOODBYE LIVESTREAM HIGHLIGHTS;

(From someone that watched it completely despite completely ruining their sleep schedule as a result,, worth it tho ✌)

They rented and set up an Unus Annus themed room and had a laptop between them to directly check out videos on, as well as a timer on a screen to remind us of their impending doom.

Amy (bless her soul) was the true moderator who from a?? Tech spot above them would speak into her mike like God and direct them to looking at out of context screenshots, memes and fanart from over the past year.

They scrolled through the channel from beginning to end and had the time to watch a dozen of them - particularly like a video from each 'era' ish of the channel, like the first ones or Camp Unus Annus as well as fan/their favorites.

All the editors got shout outs + were probably tasked to make a compilation video of the edits they were individually tasked to do and ended up making just absolute masterpiece tributes 😳

They watched videos such as Mark and Ethan Attempt an Escape Room, DIY Chiropractor, DIY Geriatric Simulator and so on...

Mark had never seen one of their last videos, Ethan Kidnaps Mark, which was the pre 'The Truth of Unus Annus' video and was basically Ethan's version of the Mark's Outside Escape Room from Camp Unus Annus.

DJ Burt Blackarach sent them a cake + bottle of champagne and ☠ y'know Ethan doesn't play with baked goods due to his peanut allergy and Mark cant drink alcohol but they appreciated the sentiment (we all did c'mon it was super sweet)

Mark got the bug watch for Amy that he'd accidentally donated in that early on video with Sean about Donating Toys to Charity!!

They almost killed a video that they found mediocre (but that is actually one of my faves ngl) aka How Much Caffeine Can Kill a Man but at the Last Second they realized that they probs shouldn't get rid of a video beforehand fnfnfn with the reasoning being that it could be someone's birthday video and that it deserved to live till the bitter end (that being of like. 5 extra hours)

There was lots of general shenanigans and ramblings/bits from time to time, with Mark and Ethan being pretty content and ready to say goodbye to the channel.

Oh yeah and then like at 2 hours and a half before it ended Ethan got a live tattoo done of the counted down to 0 timer as Mark failed to be normal around the tattoo artist and 'hAd' to mention the Pee Sauna and Pee Soda to her-

On the subject of tattoos they went through some amazing tattoos that fans had gotten and sent pictures of

Hashtags on Twitter were being flooded, with things such as #Unusannusisoverparty, #WeWereHere, #MarksNewHat - which, yeah Amy got him a top hat and I don't think I've ever seen such pure joy on his face than in that moment.

+++ Amy was wearing an epic suit which was their main aesthetic of half white half black...

Mark reiterates how proud he is of Ethan, of Amy... of the whole team!!! I got emo it was starting to get too real

AND THEN MARK HAD SURPRISE CUSTOM UNUS ANNUS POCKET WATCHES FOR AMY AND ETHAN,,,

So then ya they started getting a bit more speechless/emotional near this bitter end, and at an hour ish left I want to say was when they hit 1 million likes on the stream - and they kept pushing to hit that milestone since if they reached it they would reveal what was inside the coffin...

Plottwist!!! The coffin was empty but they decided to test it out and take turns in it (the material inside was apparently very soft).

So then Ethan gets in the coffin which commences a string of eulogies between em which got me way too emotional and was like a part of the stream that was just Being Brutally Honest With Each Other 2.0.

Mark basically talking about how proud he is of Ethan + how he's excited for his future endeavors and knows that despite the goofy exterior he shows he has such potential and then Eef gets out of the coffin crying which then proceeded to make chat (and me) cry fukcC

Mark gets in the coffin and Ethan talks about how hardworking and no bullshit a person Mark is and how he's learned so much from him and how Mark has never given up on him and his constant presence and support has changed him-

Mark gets out of the coffin crying, they hug it out and ya everyone's crying emotions r healthy gang and damn did we go through a rollercoaster of them...

So I'm weepy and dont necessarily remember exactly what was next, but Amy also got in the coffin which prompted Mark to just go off and give her the most well deserved praise ever since she was the one behind so many of their most creative/cursed ideas and was ghaaa Mark obviously could have talked about her for forever it was super sweet and shes just so deserving of all of that 🥺🥺🥺 gosh we really have her to thank for all the hard work that was put in and resulted in such an amazing payoff...

The last video they watched was The Barrel Song by the way with Schmoyoho, which was weirdly??? Really fitting since it was about saying goodbye and destroying something that you'd become fond of.

Evan then ominously says in response to being offered to get in the cry coffin with like. 5 minutes left on the timer that he totally went in it earlier which was him just politely saying No💖

Oops also forgot to mention but in the last hour they slowly deleted/privated the Instagram, Tumblr, Reddit and Twitter accounts.

And for the ultimate end which wow really came too fast once the numbers dwindled down to 10 minutes left Amy sat in frame in between Mark and Ethan as they clicked the delete channel button and the stream went dead.

[tales-unique]

FAITH, LOST  III

I gave myself a small case of blue balls with this chapter, I apologize! It gets a little, ahem, spicy. ❤️

Edit: @chelseareferenced forgot to tag my boo! Sorry love!

Chapter 3

Lords grant you mercy you were going to kill him if he didn’t let you out. Heisenberg had, quite quickly, established a set of ground rules that you were to adhere to at all times when in the Factory, the most notable being that you weren’t to leave the upper floors without him under any circumstances. This, of course, left you alone for the majority of your time there since he never allowed you to aid him in his work.

You’ll just get in my way — he’d sneer at you, patting your head in a condescending manner. Not to mention the Lycans have a preference for young, supple devotees — he would tease you, wiggling his gloved fingers at you from inside in the elevator, chuckling to himself as he descended into the bowels of the factory to continue his projects. You had no idea what he was creating down there, but you knew that it often didn’t work out as planned from the way he’d fume when he returned. Once again you have been left to your own devices, only this time you have a way to alleviate at least some of your boredom. With a huff of effort you slide to the floor and crawl over to an old vent duct in the wall. It had caught your attention one night when the echoing of his voice through the shaft had woken you up, realizing that one of his work rooms below you was connected to yours via this duct. Though it provided you with minimal entertainment, it did give you insight to the type of work he did. Experiments; this was where he made the Lycans and the other twisted creatures that roamed his Factory. One night, against your better judgement, you had read an extract from an open journal on his desk when trying to make yourself useful. It mentioned something called Soldats and an army he was trying to create. You were lucky that you had moved away from it to straighten his sheets, otherwise he would have caught you red handed. Not that he was happy to have you in his space at all. “Fuck!” The loud cursing pulls you back to reality and you peer down the shaft expectantly, gripping the grate that covers it as you listen to Heisenberg rant about his latest creation being a failure. He had a tendency to speak out loud, likely recording his findings. The echo of his boots thudding against the metal floor betrays his movements and you follow it along the floor until you can’t hear it anymore. It means one of two things; either he’s leaving the Factory altogether or he’s coming back up. Quickly, you get to your feet and smooth down your clothes; a pair of simple trousers and a tunic top. You’d managed to scrounge up the modest outfit with the help of the ever amicable and charming Duke after a rather abrupt introduction from Heisenberg. Begrudgingly he allowed you to pick whatever you deemed necessary, and even a few luxuries like a fancy hand mirror, even though he complained that you were going to bankrupt him. It didn’t stop him lingering nearby, supervising the exchange through the puffs of cigar smoke. It was on your return to the upper levels, Heisenberg fancying the stairs instead of the elevator this time, that you’d properly come into contact with the Lycans. You weren’t sure what possessed him to give you a glimpse of inner workings of his Factory. Maybe it was another cheap shot at frightening you, or maybe it was pride that drove him to parade his creations before you. Needless to say, they did scare you. The lower reaches of the Factory was their domain and as you followed Heisenberg closely, his one clear instruction, you couldn’t help but feel their eyes watching you from afar. They snarled and growled and howled at your intrusion, sniffing the air curiously. It was rare for their Master to bring something new to their den and not let them tear it limb from limb. You were quick to beg him to take you back to the relative safety of the upper floors, which he did so with immense satisfaction and shit-eating grin on his face. The sound of the elevator dings and you come to stand in the doorway, watching him stalk out as soon as the gate opens, muttering heatedly to himself. In typical Heisenberg fashion he stalks right past you and into his office without so much as a grunt of acknowledgment. Clearly someone was having a bad day. Steeling yourself, you pad gently to his office door and find that he’s left it open for once. A good sign. Usually if his mood is dangerously sour the door is slammed shut and you avoid him like the plague until he makes himself known, but that isn’t necessary this time. “Is everything alright?” You ask from the threshold, careful not to enter until you’re invited. Like the ever faithful woman you are you try to serve him as best you can, even if he does make it very difficult at times. Heisenberg sits in his metal chair, leaning back. His stance is exasperated, but the tight grip on the shot of liquor in his hand is angry. His hat and coat have been discarded on his bed, his glasses sit on the desk, and you see blood on his knuckles. Upon closer inspection you see the trails of splatter on his exposed forearms, his shirt sleeves having been rolled up while he was working no doubt. “Yeah,” he breathes, raising the glass in a mock toast, “I’m just dandy.” He is definitely not dandy. Toying with the prospect of overstepping the mark or remaining respectful to his status, you rock on the balls of your feet. On one hand he always seemed so annoyed when you’d remind him that you were there to serve him, as Mother Miranda had instructed, but on the other he often chastised you if you tried to take the initiative; frankly, the constant push and pull drove you mad. “Heisenberg,” you chide quietly, approaching him cautiously. He hated it when you called him my Lord, or even sir, heatedly telling you to just call him by his surname like everyone else did. You obeyed, accepting it as the happy medium. Vibrant green eyes watch you closely as you settle for leaning against the desk, careful not to disturb the organized chaos that was his research. It’s still a work in progress, the way you navigate around one another, but you’re slowly making progress. “You can talk to me, you know,” you remind him, trying to remain resolute under his intense stare. There’s no denying that his rugged appearance, scars and all, are attractive and his more wolfish qualities gave him a uniqueness that was equal parts exciting and intimidating. You swallow nervously at the notion that you may be growing a little too comfortable in your thoughts of Lord Heisenberg. “Is that right?” He hums, knocking back the shot in one. He sets the glass down slowly on the desk, lulling you into a false sense of security that you had no business having in that place. In an instant he’s up on his feet and towering over you, hands braced on either side of you. You stiffen at the sudden closeness, looking up at him with a startled expression; he always gets a kick out of scaring you. “And just what would we talk about?” Comes his veiled question, shrouded in feigned innocence, asked in a voice like sin. You can practically feel the static in the air, the room electrified. He’s trying to tempt you, to trip you up so you’ll fall into his trap and make a fool of yourself. It’s a game he likes to play. That little hummingbird caged within you is in full flight when he runs a clawed finger gently down your cheek, the threat of him slipping and slicing your flesh too real to ignore. Oh, how he finds your fear so tantalizing. Your lips part in a shaky exhale, chest tight with the onset of emotions you’d really not want to be unpacking right now. The metal edge of his desk digs into the back of your thighs, boxed in by his large frame. This close you can feel the heat that emanates from him, a consistent wave, that mingles with the scent of oil, leather, and something wholly him. It leaves you reeling, panicked by the unsettling notion that you like it. You’re losing the game so early on and he knows it, even though it was rigged from the start to be in his favour. Just at the point when you’re about to crumble, your body yearning for that delectable touch to trail just that little bit lower, Heisenberg cuts you off. It’s cold and efficient, with all the precision you’d expect from someone of his talents. With a low, downright sinful chuckle he takes a step back, leaving you a wide-eyed, wanton mess. He’s won and you just let him do it. Colour burns shamefully on your cheeks and you’re quick to scamper away to hide in your room, proverbial tail between your legs. You’re furious that you made things so easy for him to play you, and play you he did. Utter fool. Little did you know that the fourth, and most dangerous, Lord had played himself for a fool too.

[everysongineverykey]

I'M DONE. HERE. TAKE THESE CHAPTER 2 THOUGHTS AND RUN, BABY.

so i'll try to go in order here. uhhhh... there's a LOT i have to say. first: toriel giggling sprite my beloved

on that note, ALL THE NEW SUSIE SPRITES MY BELOVEDS

NOELLE YOU'RE SO GAY. I THINK THIS IS PROBABLY JUST BECAUSE I TOLD HER TO IN CHAPTER ONE BUT SHE GAVE SUSIE THE LUNCHBOX FULL OF CHALK!! I LOVE ITTTT

ralsei's, uh... kinda sus. the whole "recruiting" thing REALLY sketches me out. and he looks kinda... smug, all the time, like he knows what's going on.

LANCER JOINED! ROUXLS JOINED EVEN THOUGH NO ONE WANTED THAT! STARWALKER JOINED, TO EVERYONE'S JOY!

LIBRARY PORTALLLL

so before i entered the city there was that pre-city area? that looked very much like the city? except it had different music? and i thought they'd cut welcome to the city and i was SEVERELY disappointed. but then they didn't! just something i wanted to mention

NOELLE!!

throughout this game i went from despising berdly to feeling bad for him to not really liking him again, but not hating him as much as before. he'd better stay the fuck away from susie though

the queen is the best villain. she's the kind you love to hate! she's literally so funny AND her boss battle is actually tough (rip to the king but he just. wasn't a formidable enemy at all lol)

THE GANG CHARLIE BROWN DANCING TO WIN A FIGHT! SUSIE GAINING THE POWER TO ACT THROUGH SHEER FORCE OF WILL! SUSIE FORCING RALSEI TO LEARN TO ACT EVEN THOUGH HE DIDN'T WANT TO! THAT ENTIRE BATTLE WAS AMAZING! THE "BATTLE WON" END DANCING SEQUENCE! GOING INSANE GOING INSANE

the puzzles in this chapter were genuinely really impressive! i especially loved the word search puzzles and the ice-ee undertale word search reference💙

that being said. the mouse puzzles were SO fucking infuriating. i caused poor noelle a LOT of grief with those and i feel bad.

SPEAKING OF NOELLE!! the scene where she and kris are walking through the puzzle, the one that spells "december", and she's talking about when they were kids, how she loved sneaking out? beautiful. the cinnamon tography <3 also i guessed dess's full name was december a while ago and while i guess it was obvious, it's nice to have that confirmed!

also, i love that susie and ralsei are real friends in this chapter! he taught her a healing spell!!

ugh. fucking berdly. so smug and pretentious. i love queen's desire to be as far away from him as possible though

i also like his backstory. it gives his behavior, even if it's still annoying, at least some context. i get the feeling of feeling like if you're not smart, people will forget about you, and that's scary.

ALSO ALSO. GAMER BERDLY. LITERALLY EVERYTHING ABOUT THAT IS PERFECT. "I THOUGHT YOU WERE A GAMER!" "i only play mobile games, berdly." "NOOOOOO!" like i ADORE that

anyways. time for me to talk about the only thing that matters in this world: suselle. i mean, did the gays win in this chapter or DID THE GAYS WIN IN THIS CHAPTER?? THEY RODE A HEART-COVERED FERRIS WHEEL AND HAD A HEARTFELT, TENSION-FILLED CONVERSATION!

"did you ever wonder why the real susie never picked on you? well, maybe it's because... when you were both new to class, you lent her one of your pencils, like... maybe a dumb one with candy canes on it or something, and... even though it didn't actually taste like candy, she... remembered your smile." okay god thanks toby it's not like i needed my heart or anything

SERIOUSLY. TOBY "i'm gonna give the gays everything they want" FOX IS BACK WITH ANOTHER BANGER LADS

QUEEN'S BOSS BATTLE! ACTUALLY TOUGH, UNLIKE KING'S! AND GIGA QUEEN! I'M GOING INSANE THAT WAS SO SICK AND SO HARD

the way my heart BROKE when lancer turned to stone good god thank GOD our boy's okay

AND ROUXLS KAARD IN HIS PIRATE DUCK!! WITH HIS LITTLE HAT! DEMANDING THE QUEEN MAKE HIM BUTLER SUPREMETH! I LOVE HIM MORE THAN LIFE ITSELF

also!! kris and ralsei's little moment on the swan boat💙 i wasn't a kralsei shipper before but uh... that may be starting to change

it's hard because ralsei's still suspicious but at the same time i love him and want him to be happy. i don't know how to feel

also, if darkners outside of their dark worlds turn to stone after a while, why didn't ralsei? that's, uhhh... VERY sus. very weird. mr fox i need ANSWERS

WE FINALLY HAVE A WAY TO SAVE AFTER WE'VE FINISHED MOST OF THE EPILOGUE LADS. REJOICE!!

seriously the thing that peeved me about ch1 was that the last save point was on the battle stage and if i wanted to play the epilogue again, i had to. do that entire battle all over. BUT NOW THAT'S BEEN FIXED!!

UNDYNE AND ALPHYS HAVE MET UNDYNE AND ALPHYS HAVE MET THIS IS NOT A DRILL UNDYNE GAVE HER A BOX OF CANDIES EVERYBODY SHUT UP THEY'RE IN LOVE ALL IS RIGHT WITH THE WORLD

ALSO! NEAR THE BEGINNING! I FORGOT TO MENTION THE LITTLE WHITE DOG DOING DONUTS IN A TOY RACE CAR AND BACKING UP TRAFFIC! THANK YOU LITTLE WHITE DOG!

on that note: "looks like a car. this one has a man in it. he waves at you happily." AND THEN THE MAN'S GONE??? HEY TOBY???

ALSO. THE SEGMENT WHERE THE ANNOYING DOG HELPS US FIND THE KEY THROUGH THE POWER OF WANTON DESTRUCTION. THE BEST PLOT DEVICE!

TORIEL TEACHING SUSIE TO MAKE PIE STOP ITTTTT

and yes yes i KNOW kris slashed toriel's tires. that was extremely troubling. but THEY MADE PIE TOGETHER!!

"leave the chalk alone, kris" TORIEL!!

sans and toriel making egg puns and asgore running in and going "don't forget me, your eggs-husband!" is the FUNNIEST sitcom moment type thing ever. GOD.

on the other hand sans let me meet your brother god dammit i'll kill you

METTATONNNNNNN

RUDY... "who got you these flowers?" "is it weird for a married man to get flowers?" "so your wife did?" "oh, no! kris's dad did!" "...not even gonna try to understand this..." TOBY STOP ITTTT YOU'RE GIVING THE ASGORUDY SHIPPERS FALSE HOPE. YOU KNOW YOU'RE JUST GONNA KILL RUDY. YOU'RE JUST RUBBING SALT IN THE WOUND!

NUBERT! MY MAN!

seeing kris repeatedly they-themmed by multiple characters makes me so happy <3 poor kid... "college summer vacation when" "you opened the door with your eyes closed. you saw nothing" kris....

KRIS...

fucking. BLACK FOG STORM IN THE LIVING ROOM KRIS STOP IT. HOW'RE THEY GONNA REVEAL THIS WAS INNOCENT? THE KNIFE IN CHAPTER ONE WAS EASY BUT HOW WILL THEY EXPLAIN THIS

the staticy tv appearing in the dark and a toothy smile slowly fading into view in the center and lingering there ominously for far too long >>>>>>> every hollywood horror movie ever god. GOD

snowy and monster kid checking out the red door. implying there's something in there. something that kris knows about. knowing we won't get any more deltarune content for 5+ years does NOT fill me with determination

also. gaster's symbolic theme being mus_smile. and the final image in the game being a smile. god. gaster's COMING lads.

onionsan hears a song at night... a familiar song... memory, perhaps? or maybe a certain... four-note arpeggio that's hidden in a sound test room in undertale? who knows? guess we'll just have to wait for chapters 3/4/5.

this concludes my ramblings for now, but don't get it twisted- this is FAR from the last post i'll make about ch2. this whole chapter was absolutely amazing! brilliant! showstopping!! i'm genuinely soooo super impressed and excited for the chapter 3/4/5 bundle!!!

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Imaginary Friends

Pairing: Dad!Tom Holland x Reader

Request submitted by @karaannejones

Synopsis: Tom thinks you’re his sons imaginary friend until he meets you or as I like to call it  FBI OPEN UP...ur heart lol

Masterlist

“FBI! OPEN UP!” Spencer softly kicked the door to Tom’s room with his little fingers in the shape of a gun.

“I didn’t do it! I’m innocent!” Tom held up his hands as he son pointed his finger gun at him. He got out of his chair and tumbled on the ground to get away from Spencer.

“Pew pew! Pew pew!” Spencer followed him and chased him out of the room. Spencer grabbed an FBI hat that was way too big for him and put it on his head before tackling Tom. Tom pretended to fall to the ground and threw Spencer in the air a few times until he noticed his hat.

“Where did you get that?” Tom asked as he held his son above his face.

“The pretty lady next door.” Spencer answer as his hat fell into his eyes. Tom set him down on the ground and fixed the hat to sit better on his sons head.

“The pretty lady next door?” Tom furrowed his brows. “I’ve never seen anyone in or out of that house.”

“Because she’s a secret agent, duh.” Spencer giggled as his hat fell down again. “No one can see her unless she wants to be seen.”

“What does this lady look like?” Tom played along, thinking Spencer just had an imaginary friend.

“She’s beautiful.” Spencer gushed. “She wears all black like a ninja and has a shiny badge. She lets me hold it sometimes.”

“Wow.” Tom pretended to be impressed. “What’s her name?”

“I can’t tell you. It’ll blow her cover.” Spencer said like it was obvious. He began to roll around and pretend to shoot things with his finger guns

“Right.” Tom chuckled. “She sounds really cool, buddy.”

“She is. She fights bad guys.” Spencer did a karate pose. “And sometimes, it’s bad girls.”

“Like Doc Oc and Venom? Daddy fights those guys too.” Tom humored him.

“Like kidnappers.” Spencer replied to Tom’s surprise.

“Kidnappers?” Tom questioned. “Where did you see that?”

“The pretty lady next door told me.” Spencer said. “She also told me to keep the doors and windows locked at night.”

“How long have you been talking to this lady?” Tom wondered. Spencer’s imaginary friend was pretty detailed for never having been mentioned before.

“A few months. She’s away a lot for cases.” Spencer explained as he began to play with some toys scattered on the carpet.

“Okay, buddy.” Tom laughed in content. “Maybe you can introduce her to me sometime.”

“Okay daddy.” Spencer smiled happily as Tom came over to play with him.

~

A few weeks later, Tom walked past Spencer’s room and heard him talking to his toys.

“You can never talk to strangers. Don’t let them buy you any candy or ice cream, even if it’s a fudge pop. You can only talk to adults that you know.” Spencer explained you his toys. Tom smiled to himself as he listened to his son babbling. He walked into his room and took a seat across from Spencer.

“Who told you all of that, buddy?” He laughed curiously.

“The special agent next door.” Spencer repeated. “She said we need a code word in case a stranger tries to pick me up from school.”

“A code word?”

“If they don’t know the code word, I won’t go with them.” Spencer explained and Tom realized he was right.

“That’s a good idea, buddy. What do you want the word to be?” He asked his son.

“Y/n.” Spencer said immediately.

“Y/n? Why that?” Tom wondered. They didn’t know anyone with that name, to Tom’s knowledge. He had no idea where his son would learn that name.

“That’s the name of the lady next door. She said I could tell you since you also fight bad guys. Can that be our word, daddy?” Spencer asked as he ran a toy car over Toms leg.

“Sure.” Tom agreed. “That can be our word.”

~

“Look daddy! I got a gold star on my report.” Spencer ran into the house, waving a piece of paper around in the air.

Tom greeted his son with a smile and scooped him off the ground, giving him a big kiss on the cheek before taking the paper.

“Who I Want to be when I grow up by Spencer Holland. Aw, buddy. Good job.” Tom praised as he read the title of the paper.

“I’m gonna go play.” Spencer told him and ran to his room.

Tom sat down at the kitchen table to read his sons paper.

“When I grow up, I want to be like the lady next door. She’s a secret agent for the FBI and brings home lost children. Her job is very dangerous because she fights bad guys. I think she is very smart and brave and that is why I want to be like her.” Tom read. He wasn’t disappointed that it wasn’t about him, just concerned. It was one thing for Spencer to have imaginary friends, it was another thing to write about them at school. Spencer could talk about the lady next door all he wanted at home, but that’s where it should stay. Tom was raising him all on his own, and he didn’t know if six year olds should be talking about their imaginary friends to other people. He decided to talk to Spencer about it as he made his way to his room.

“Hey, buddy, can we talk?” Tom asked as he knocked lightly on Spencer’s doorframe.

“Okay daddy.” Spencer smiled at him from his bed.

“I see you wrote your report on the lady next door.” Tom began.

“I did. I’m going to give it to her when she comes home next week.” Spencer bounced your and down in excitement as he brushed the hair on his police Barbie. Tom laid the report on his bed and sighed.

“Spencer, I had imaginary friends at your age too. It’s perfectly normal.” Tom began. “You just can’t write about her at school like she’s real.”

“She is real!” Spencer protested. “She lets me work on cases with her and let’s me hold her briefcase.”

“Do you think maybe you saw her on TV and got confused?” Tom asked gently. “Nobody lives next door, buddy.”

“Yes she does.” Spencer whined. “I’ll prove it to you.”

“You don’t have to prove anything to me.” Tom assured him. “She can be real at home, but it’s different at school.”

Spencer was about to say something when he heard a car door slam outside. He looked out his window and broke into a huge smile.

“She’s home!” Spencer cheered and ran out of the room. He ran all the way outside and tackled you in hug. Tom watched this from the window with a shocked expression. His son was hugging a woman he had never seen before, and he looked completely comfortable with her. Tom was about to go outside when he noticed a gun strapped to your hip.

Could Spencer had been telling the truth?

“Spence!” You hugged Spencer tightly before setting him down. “How are you doing, buddy?”

“I missed you.” He smiled wildly. “Do you have any cuts from the bad guys?”

“Nope.” You said proudly. “We took him down and ended the case a week earlier than we thought. Thanks for helping me work the case.” You cupped his chin fondly and dug in your pocket. “If you’re gonna keep helping me with this, you’re gonna need a badge of your own.”

You handed Spencer a tiny badge that said FBI on it and his eyes lit up with joy.

“Wow!” He beamed. Thank you! Now I can be just like you. I even wrote about you in my report.”

“You did? Can I see?” You asked him and he handed you the paper.

“Here. I was just showing my daddy.”

You took the report from Spencer’s hands and gave him a grateful smile. You read the paper a few times, almost teared up from how much it meant to you. He grinned proudly at you as you rubbed your thumb over the gold star.

“I love this. Can I keep it for when you’re a famous FBI agent?” You asked him as you pinned the badge to his chest.

“Okay.” Spencer nodded eagerly. You took your eyes off him for a moment when you heard his front door open. Tom came running out of the house and bent down next to his son.

“Spencer, what did I say about talking to strangers?” He scolded before looking up at you. You gave him a kind smile and his heart nearly stopped. Spencer really knew what he was talking about when he called you a pretty lady. Tom flushed in embarrassment and gave you a shy smile back.

“She’s not a stranger. She’s a secret agent.” Spencer insisted and you chuckled. You and Tom stood up and you held out your hand.

“Hi, I’m Special Agent L/N.” You introduced yourself and shook his hand. “You can call me Y/n.”

Tom opened his mouth to speak but found himself star struck. You were exactly as Spencer described in your all black outfit and pretty face. He couldn’t believe he had lived next to you for so long and had never seen you.

“See, daddy? She’s not a stranger.” Spencer said as he tugged on Toms hand. “She fights the bad guys like you do.”

“Oh, are you in law enforcement as well?” You asked Tom and he immediately forgot what he did for a living. Spencer tugged on his hand again and Tom snapped out of it.

“My character is.” He answered. “I’m an actor.”

“Have you been in anything I would’ve seen?”

“Depends.” Tom said. “Are you into natural disasters or superhero’s?”

“I can’t say I am.” You laughed the most beautiful laugh Tom had ever heard. “You mean like Marvel?”

“Yeah. I play Spider-man.” He answered, beginning to feel more confident when your eyes widened in amazement.

“No way.” You gasped. “I didn’t know I was living next door to a superhero.”

“Neither did I.” He laughed softly. You looked at each other for a moment and smiled.

“What do people call you when you’re not playing Spiderman?” You realized your never caught his name.

“Sorry, I’m Tom. I’m Spencer’s dad.” He looked down at his son and noticed the badge on his chest. “What’s that?”

“It’s a badge. Y/n said secret gents need a badge.” Spencer said proudly as he tapped on his badge.

“It’s true. Now you’re official.” You nodded at Spencer. Tom looked between the two of you with a pleasantly surprised smile. Seeing you be so kind to his son warmed his heart. Spencer didn’t have the easiest type making friends in school because he was shy, but he seemed extremely comfortable with you.

“Cool.” Spencer wiggled with excitement. “I’m gonna catch an unsub.”

“I bet you are.” You winked at him before he ran off.

“So how do you guys know each other?” Tom wondered once Spencer had run off.

“Oh, Spence is the smartest guy I’ve ever worked with.” You laughed and folded your arms. “He helps me with cases all the time. He’s loves reading the case files.” You shrugged and Tom smiled at you fondly.

“He talks about you all the time. You’ve taught him a lot.” Tom said in appreciation. It was nice to have someone else looking out for his since he was raising him all alone.

“I’m sorry if I overstepped.” You said suddenly. “The badge is something they sell for agents with kids. He always asks to see mine so I thought I’d get him his own.”

“No, it’s fine. I really appreciate it, actually.” Tom assured you. “This whole time, I thought you were his imaginary friend.”

“Really? That’s so funny.” You smiled in delight. “I usually see him in the yard and ask him for help with the case I’m working on. Don’t worry, I’ve never shown him anything graphic or violent. He actually helped me crack a case the other week when he suggested that the unsub could be a woman.”

“Unsub?” Tom questioned.

“Sorry. Work talk.” You laughed shyly. “Unidentified subject.”

“And he helped you find the person?” Tom asked in amazement. He couldn’t imagine how his 6 year old helped the FBI.

“Absolutely.” You insisted. “My team was only looking at male offenders until Spence said it could be a woman. He’s actually really good at this stuff. He told me he wants to be an agent when he grows up. I hope you don’t mind, I gave him one of my hats.”

“I don’t mind at all. He thinks you’re a secret agent, though. Like a spy.” He chuckled and you shook your head with a smile.

“I told him I was a special agent. He must’ve thought I meant secret.” You explained. “It’s okay. He still understands what I do.”

“I know. I hear him teaching his toys about safety all the time.” Tom said and you put a hand over your heart.

“Does he? That’s so cute.” You pouted. “I just taught him a few safety precautions he should always take.”

“Thank you. I appreciate that.” Tom said sincerely. He couldn’t help thinking about how motherly you already acted towards Spencer. Tom didn’t date because of the thought of having to introduce Spencer to random women scared him, but you had already formed a bond with him. Tom couldn’t help the butterflies he was feeling from being around you. Everything about you, from your independence to your bravery, was drawing Tom in.

“Of course. It’s my job to keep people safe.” You nodded. “I also just like talking to him. You have a really great kid.”

“Yeah, I know.” Tom smiled proudly as he looked over his shoulder at Spencer.

“You and your wife did a great job with him.” You said quietly as you looked down at your boots.

“Yeah, uh, no wife.” Tom scratched the back of his head and you tried to hide your smile. “It’s just him and I. And apparently, you.”

“I see a lot of horrible things on the job. Your sons smiling face makes me remember why I do what I do. It’s all for the kids.” You said sincerely.

“What do you do, exactly?” Tom wondered.

“I work for the FBI and I specialize in child abductions.” You told him and he looked impressed as it all made sense.

“Oh. So that’s where he’s getting all his information from.” He realized. “I think you taught my son more than I ever did.”

“He was always happy to learn.” You smiled brightly. “You’re lucky you don’t have a daughter. I would have a lot more safety precautions to teach her.”

“I’m sorry. Your job can’t be easy.” Tom frowned. You had to spend all day looking for missing children, and he was sure you didn’t always find them. That couldn’t be easy, yet you still faced the world with a smile on your face and kindness in your heart.

That only made Tom like you more.

“It’s not.” You agreed. “But every time I get to reunite a child with their parents, I remember that it’s worth it.”

Tom opened his mouth to speak and closed it. He had never been so star struck around a girl before.

“Sorry, I’m just a little speechless right now.” He laughed shyly and scratched his head again. “You’re just kind of the most amazing person I’ve ever met. I, um, wow.” He shook his head to regain focus as you laughed.

“Thank you, Tom.” You smiled. “I’m really glad I got to meet the man who raised my favorite kid.”

“Do you think we could maybe continue this meeting over dinner?” He made a bold move to keep you on the line.

“Are you asking me out, Spiderman?” You cocked your head and squinted your eyes at him.

“I’m trying to. I’m not very good at this.” He said sheepishly. You took a step forward and straightened out the collar of his shirt as he watched you with wide eyes.

“Well I think you’re doing a great job.” You but your bottom lip and looked him in the eyes. “How does 7 work for you?”

“7 is good.” He squeaked and you smirked.

“I’ll leave my gun at home. Unless you’re planning on getting fresh. Then I’ll have to arrest you.” You said seriously.

“I-“

“I’m teasing.” You cut him off with a laugh. “I’ll see you at 7.”

Spencer ran back up to you and Tom and Tom picked him up.

“See, daddy? I told you there was a pretty lady next door.” Spencer insisted. “I wanna be just like her.”

“Aw. You’re gonna be the greatest FBI agent the world has ever seen.” You pinched his cheek. “I hope you’ll invite me to your induction ceremony.”

“Maybe you can come as my date.” Tom shrugged and you shot him a smile.

“Yeah. Maybe I can.”

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Can’t Fight This Feeling -- A Destination Fear One Shot (Alex Schroeder/Reader)

Requested by @gpiggy98 | Also found on AO3

       It was the start of the second road trip of the new season. Excitement and a bit of anxiousness filled the RV. Dakota decided to investigate the Bowman Estate in Cuttingsville, Vermont. It is said that the ghost of Jennie Bowman moved a painting off the wall to hit a misbehaving person on the head. The fact that objects are known to move and specifically hit people made the crew being a bit anxious as to what may happen to them since no official paranormal investigation has been done.

      You were the most anxious out of the crew. Although you were signed to be a part of the season, a scheduling conflict made it so you could only do the second road trip and not the first. This made the Bowman Estate the first location you have ever investigated with Destination Fear, though you had had a chance to urban investigate a couple times before. You had been close friends with the crew for many years, especially with Alex. Through the years, you started to fall in love with your best friend, yet you never said anything. Why possibly ruin your friendship when feelings can be fleeting and/or unreciprocated?

      You and Chelsea went to the front of the RV to see the location while Alex was sitting across from Tanner and Dakota who were at the table.

      “Wait, is this it?” Chelsea asks.

      “This is it,” Dakota responds with a smirk on his face.

      “Dude, this is so cool!” you exclaim, excitement taking the wheel from anxiety for just a moment.

      “Wait, let me see!” Tanner proclaims as he bumps in between Chelsea and you causing the three of you to laugh.

      “Get out of here, it was our turn in the front to see the location,” Chelsea giggles out while pushing Tanner back to where he was originally seated.

      “Fine,” Tanner says in a disappointed tone, causing everyone to chuckle.

      The RV quickly comes to a stop. Everyone gets out with equipment in hand and scopes out the location while figuring out a gear room. Once everything is set up, it is time for the investigation.

      “For tonight’s investigation, I would like to start us off in small groups. Tanner, Chelsea, and I will be one group while you two will be paired together,” Dakota states with a smirk on his face and a subtle wink at you.

      Tanner and Chelsea both had the same type of smirk on their face as Dakota. Your guess is your crush on Alex had not been subtle to them. If that were the case, did that mean that Alex already knew? If he knew, why has he not said anything about it? Maybe he is just as oblivious as a typical guy is. Your nerves were already getting to the better of you knowing that you would be alone with Alex. Normally, everyone would hang out together, so you have not been alone with him since you developed more than platonic feelings.

      “Alright, see you guys,” you say, wanting to get this done and over with.

      They nod in response before heading the opposite direction.

      You were already nervous about the location. Add being alone with your crush and you are an anxious ball of nerves. You kept looking everywhere on the way to and even in the mausoleum but at him, partially because you wanted to see the location and the other part just trying to avoid possible embarrassment.

      “Hey, are you alright?” Alex asks you after a while of walking in what must have been silence.

      “Uh...yeah. I’m fine,” you respond probably a bit too quickly.

      He gives you a knowing look. It does not help that he is your best friend and can tell something is off.

      “Really, I’m fine. Just nervous about what we might find,” you reply.

      “I think there’s more to it. You’ve seemed kind of distant from me for a bit,” he mentions, a slight hurt expression on his face.

      “You’ve done nothing wrong. I’m just stuck in my own head about things right now,” you assure him as best as you can without letting slip that your feelings for him have been consuming your mind since you split off from the others.

      “You can tell me what’s wrong. I can and want to help you,” Alex says.

      “It’s nothing, don’t worry about it,” you dismiss.

      “It’s obviously something if it’s making you overthink and almost nervous,” he states this time with concern in his tone.

      “Just forget about it. Let’s focus on exploring this place,” you try dismissing again. You really did not want to talk about this, especially with the one causing your nerves.

      “It’ll be easier if we talk about this. Please, tell me what’s wrong and why you’re this nervous. I want to help,” Alex pleads.

      “We’re separated from the group and it’s because I have feelings for you, you dingus” you admit.

      You quickly cover your mouth after that; your brain-to-mouth filter failing you in a crucial moment. You could feel your cheeks flushing as you stood their embarrassed while Alex just blinked at you wordlessly. Your instincts told you to leave and leave now to avoid any further humiliation.

      While patting your pockets you say, “I think I left something behind. Let me just…” before running back the way you came to get out of the situation. You started running through the mausoleum to its exit before running outside in search for the RV. You could hear footsteps running behind you as you went.

      Before you got far, you felt a hand grab your wrist and, with the gentlest of tugs, turned you. You were now face to face with Alex.

      “Why did you take off running? Also, don’t give me the excuse that you forgot something, I can already tell that that is a lie,” he asks.

      “Because I just made a complete fool of myself. We’ve been best friends for years and I had to go and ruin it all because I have feelings for you that obviously are not reciprocated since you just stared at me in silence,” you respond.

      He lets out a chuckle before saying, “I like you too, you dingus. Your statement just took me by surprise is all.”

      Now you were speechless, only being able to let out an “Oh.”

      There were a couple beats of silence before Alex asks, “Is it okay if I kiss you right now?” while turning a slight shade of pink.

      Instead of a verbal response, you simply nod your head with a huge smile spreading across your face.

      He cups your cheek in his left hand and leans in. You meet him in the middle, both of your eyes closing as you kiss each other. It feels surreal that this is happening. You did not feel the fireworks that all those stories say when you meet “the one,” but it just felt right and what was meant to happen. The kiss was not a simple peck, but it was not a make out session either. It was just the right amount needed, especially since you guys were supposed to be filming a TV show instead of kissing.

      Slowly pulling away and opening your eyes, you saw a huge grin on Alex’s face which you were already mimicking.

      “Come on, we have a job to do,” you say while bumping into his side.

      Alex lets out a chuckle before agreeing with you as you make your way back into the building. While investigating, the two of you did hear some disembodied voices coming from a woman and a man. Happy baby sounds were also heard at one point. Nothing was decipherable, but it was shocking, nonetheless. After some time, the two of you stopped by the gear room, which just so happened to coincide with the others being there.

      “So…how’d it go?” Tanner asks while wiggling his eyebrows.

      “Oh, you know, the usual paranormal stuff. We heard some disembodied voices. Hopefully the cameras caught them,” you answer, blatantly ignoring the implications Tanner was insinuating.

      “And? Anything else?” Dakota asks in a tone suggesting there is more he is not saying.

      “And what? Investigating is our priority here,” Alex answers, taking your hint as to not revealing more just to toy with your friends.

      Chelsea seemed to cave from the suspense and blurts out, “Well, have the two of you finally realized your feelings for each other or not?”

      You and Alex look at each other with mock expressions of surprise. Dakota, Chelsea, and Tanner go wide-eyed, thinking they ruined the possibility before Alex breaks the surprise to start laughing. Shortly after he starts laughing, you join.

      “You should see the looks on your faces, holy hell,” you guffaw out, hands on your knees from laughing so hard.

      “You guys were not subtle in the slightest in what you were trying to do, you know,” Alex chuckles out.

      Your three friends all remained silent while you two took the time to catch your breaths. When you finally stood back up, you give Alex a kiss on the cheek.

      While looking at Chelsea, Dakota, and Tanner, you say, “It did end up working though. You could say my brain-to-mouth filter decided to stop fighting this feeling and speak its mind.”

      You hear Tanner let out a whoop, which caused everyone to chuckle.

      “For once, one of your ideas was actually good,” Alex says to Dakota, which caused the group to laugh again.

      “Now this is an interesting start to a new road trip,” Chelsea says with a smile on her face.

      “Alright, let’s get back to work,” you say, wanting to explore more of this location.

      With a quick nod, the five of you took off into the Bowman House, also known as Laurel Hall. With your 3 best friends and an amazing partner by your side, you knew you could take on anything.

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~You’re Safe with Me in My Arms~

AN: please be careful today to those celebrating firework night. FIREWORKS ARE NOT TOYS. keep safe. Also I set this story in England with a British reader in mind just because I couldn’t think of anything else that involved fireworks, sorry!!

Summery: Y/N visits their family the week leading up to Bonfire Night, they forget Steve doesn’t like loud noises.

Paring: Steve Rogers x British!GN!Reader (use of nickname “sweets” but no set pronouns).

Warnings: families (reader’s family is sweet though), mentions of Steve suffering from PTSD, fireworks, vulnerable!Steve, mentions of food, mentions of flying and lots of fluff!

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Steve Rogers. Your most caring boyfriend of almost seven years now. You two had the most beautiful relationship. So loving and trusting. Steve felt safe with you, you felt safe with him.

You knew that Steve suffered from PTSD from the war but he hardly showed it. But you knew the anxiety was there. You also knew that his ability to hear things for a mile was destroying and uncomfortable for him.

You hated how he reacted to loud noises, he’d jump, look uncomfortable before desperately searching for you.

If there’s one event you hated, it was anything where fireworks were involved. Steve’s reaction every time broke your heart.

You came from England and you made it a tradition to go back to your hometown every few months, Steve was coming with you this time. You made the mistake of going the week of firework night.

“We don’t have to go, we can go another time. What about the week after?” You suggested, feeling guilty that you had forgotten 5th of November meant the UK set off fireworks in every street.

“No. Sweets. Your family are excited to see you. Let’s not disappoint them, okay?” Steve said gently, stroking your cheek.

The long plain ride was easy enough, You were grateful Steve was willing enough to go with you. You held his hand throughout the flight and through the airport where your family were waiting for you.

“Y/N!!!” They all yelled in unison.

You looked to Steve, who nodded smiling at you, you let go of his hand and with Steve carrying the luggage, you ran straight for your family. Steve smiled at the sight.

“You all remember Steve, right?” You said as you felt Steve stand next to you.

This would be the first time your family met him in the flesh. Of course they had zoom meetings with him. They all stared at him.

“Wow. I never imagined just how gorgeous he actually is,” your cousin breathed.

“Hey! Back off, Mary. He’s mine!” You said, swatting her with your hand, she giggled, Steve smiled.

“It’s an honour to finally meet you all in person,” Steve smiled, wrapping an arm around you.

You all left the airport and went back to your family home.

“Wow, this is your bedroom,” Steve smiled, you turned bright red. Your parents didn’t change anything from when you last lived in your family home.

“Yeah…well. I know. It’s not much, but it’s home,” you smiled, Steve’s smile grew bigger.

“Y/N, honey, i’ll let you two settle in. You must ne shattered . Then we have a table booked at our local restaurant,” your mum said, poking her head around your door.

“Thanks, mum!” You smiled.

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The week flew in and you and Steve both forgot about the fact that Friday night was bonfire night.

You were cuddling against Steve with the rest of your family around you, all of you sat inside watching the tv, completely unaware it was bonfire night.

You had all forgotten until the first Big Bang happened and Steve jumped sky high.

“You alright, Steve?” Your mum asked, concern through her voice as when he jumped, he accidentally knocked you off him.

“Fine. Sorry, Mrs. Y/L/N. I…don’t react well to loud noises,” Steve admitted, flinching anytime a bang happened.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Steve,” your mum said, giving you both a sad look as the banging became louder, Steve became more unsettled.

“Mum. Dad. Everyone. I think, we’re gonna retire upstairs,” you said gently, your heart breaking as any loud bang happened outside, Steve flinched. “Good night.” You said gently, taking Steve’s hand in your own.

“Night darling. Give me a shout if you need anything,” your mum said gently, you smiled softly as Steve let out a small “good night”.

You gently took Steve upstairs and shut the door behind you.

“I’m sorry, sweets. I know it’s -“ Steve was cut off by one of the loudest bangs of the night, causing a little yell to come from Steve.

“Hey, my darling. Shush. It’s okay. You don’t have to apologise,” you said, gently stroking Steve’s arms.

Steve gave you a small yet grateful smile.

“How about we get in our jammies and cuddle?” You suggested, cursing every person setting off the fireworks.

“I’d like that,” Steve smiled, flinching yet again.

You and Steve got changed into your pyjamas then you both got into bed. You were the big spoon, knowing Steve needed that comfort when he felt vulnerable.

You had your arms lovingly around him, running your hands through his soft golden hair.

“You’re safe with me in my arms, my darling,” you said, feeling Steve begin to shake as you gently rubbed his back with your free hand.

You felt him become a little calmer as you gently hummed a song to him. You smiled softly as you soon heard gentle snores coming from your 6” super soldier boyfriend.

“I love you,” you whispered, kissing the top of his head.

You both fell asleep wrapped safely and lovingly in each other’s arms.

[youwerenevermeanttofeelalone]

Some People Wrap Their Lies Around a Cocktail Glass | Damian Wayne

Come. And Be My Baby

✦ pairing — older!Damian Wayne x female!Plus Size Reader

✦ word count — 3k

✦ fake dating AU

✦ summary — you need to cover up the fact that your boyfriend broke up with you a week before your step-father’s Christmas party, and Damian needs a date for his father’s New Year’s ball. Both of you are experts at pretending, what could go wrong?

✦ warnings — some angst (very light, blink and you’ll miss it), mentions of alcohol, a little awkwardness, fluff.

✦ author's note — thank you for reading this mini series! Most things had to be improvised because I couldn’t follow the plan I had for this story due to health issues. I hope you like it.

✦ mini series masterlist

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Turning the TV off, you found your own reflection ridden by guilt on the black screen.

You forgot to tell your mother you had plans for New Year’s that didn’t involve your father. You could blame Travis in your head and convince yourself that the stress of your fight with him had clouded your judgment, but it was far from the truth.

His attitude hurt, but you found it hard to feel too upset about it. Damian had been a good distraction which was a problem in itself — said problem would bother you furthermore if he hadn’t been so perfect at playing his role.

And now you would have to impress his father. Well, his siblings too, even if he wanted to act like he didn’t care about anybody from his family.

You really needed to talk to your mother.

There was no chance you would find your mother at home. Leonard liked to welcome the new year out of the country. Calling home would be easier, you could leave her a message with a maid.

Contacting your father first would open the possibility of your mother finding out from him and you knew better than doing something like that to her.

As if the universe was on your side, your mother didn’t pick up the phone and the perfect middle ground came to your mind.

Leonard answered at the third ring, calling you by your nickname as he greeted you.

“My mother isn’t answering her phone. Is everything okay?”

“She’s at the spa.”

“Oh. That makes sense.”

“Did you need anything?”

You sighed. “Not exactly… but now that you mention it, I could use your help.”

“Is your father treating you badly?”

“No, no. It’s about Damian.” Before he could assume anything, you clarified, “He isn’t treating me badly either.”

“I’m all ears.”

You toyed with the tv remote, tracing the spaces between the buttons with your fingertip. “I… first, I need to tell you something,” you started, unsure. “But you have to promise mom will never find out.”

Leonard hummed. “Are you finally confessing that Damian isn’t your boyfriend?”

You winced. “Is it that obvious?”

“No. Harry told me about your fight with Trent.”

“Travis,” you corrected him.

“Him, yes,” Leonard dismissed the correction. “You didn’t have to lie to us, you know?”

“Mother was happy to know I was dating somebody,” you mumbled, “but Travis chickened out.”

“And Damian didn’t.”

“Exactly.”

“So? What’s the issue?”

Shifting, you rested your head on the arm of the couch. You felt like a teen again, telling Leonard about your day and the drama in your friend group. “I think I like him. I don’t know, I’m confused.”

“Give yourself time to figure it out.” It sounded easy coming out of his mouth.

“I wish I could. I have to get ready in like two hours to attend a ball with him, and I’ll have to pretend to be his perfect girlfriend like he pretended to be my perfect boyfriend.”

“You’ll do great,” he said gently. “You’ve pretended to enjoy events before.”

“I’ve never pretended to be perfect.”

“Because you don’t have to. Treat it like you used to treat the events you attended us. Why was that so easy to do?”

“Because I wanted you to look good.”

“Do you want Damian to look good?”

“Yes.”

“There’s your answer.” Good ol’ Leonard, always so patient with you.

“Will you help me get a new identity if I mess it up?”

He snorted. “Anything you want. Always.”

“I’m guessing you can tell my mother to call me?” You tried your luck, “Or let her know I won’t visit my father…”

“You’re not getting out of that one.”

“Fair enough,” you laughed softly.

Later, as you were getting ready, a question filled your mind — did Leonard imply Damian and you would be a good couple or did you imagine that?

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You jumped upon hearing the doorbell. Taking your clutch from the coffee table, you checked yourself on the mirror one last time.

Opening the door, you found an impeccably dressed Damian. His aftershave hit your nostrils immediately, mixed with his cologne.

“Ready?” he asked.

No. “Yes,” you assured him, watching him step backward to give you space.

You felt his eyes on you as you locked the door. Your eyes locked with his when you turned around, but neither of you said anything.

“My siblings might be too much to handle at first,” he warned you.

You shifted to look at him as he drove. “Is that a good or a bad thing?”

“I’ll let you decide once you meet them.”

“Oh, you’re cruel.”

He almost smiled.

This time the drive was shorter, and if Damian was nervous, he knew how to hide it to perfection.

His wall crumbled rather quickly. His eyes were fixed on the butler, gaze softening as he was greeted. You heard him refer to the butler by his last name, and introduce you.

“Please call me Alfred, miss.”

“Thank you, Alfred. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

The old man smiled at you, bowing.

A commotion behind Alfred interrupted the butler himself who moved to the side. A blue-eyed man grabbed Damian by the shoulders and pulled him into a tight hug.

Damian inhaled sharply, patting the other man’s back a few times. “Richard,” he whined, “you’re ruining my attire.”

“Don’t worry. Jason isn’t even wearing a tux.” Hearing Damian scoff, Richard let go of him.

You stifled a laugh, watching Damian fix imaginary creases on his blazer. He sent you a glare, mouth twitching as he saw you pursing your lips.

“Hold it! You brought at date?!”

Standing straight, Damian introduced you to Richard as his girlfriend. You extended your free hand in a polite gesture that Richard almost found insulting.

You too were pulled into a hug. And welcomed to the family. “I can’t believe this!”

“Richard,” Damian gritted.

Ignoring his brother, the man hugging you said, “Call me Dick. Dami refuses to do it for whatever reason.”

You hugged him back, wondering if this was what Damian meant by too much. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Dick.”

Dick shuffled, quite excited as he attempted to guide you towards the reception with an arm around your neck. “Come. Everybody will be happy to meet you.”

“Hey!” Damian exclaimed. “She’s my girlfriend, I should be the one introducing her!”

God. How many times would he call you his girlfriend? And how many times would you be able to take it?

Dick smiled, withdrawing his arm off you. “Of course.”

Damian lightly shoved Dick as he took your hand. His eyes found yours once again, silently asking you if you were ready. Gripping his hand, you lied by assuring him you were.

Two men and two women were in the living room. You recognized Jason immediately thanks to Dick’s comment about his lack of suit.

Chatter died down as four pairs of eyes fixed on you and Damian. You weren’t sure if they were shocked because Damian was there or because he had taken you with him.

“Hello,” Damian greeted blandly.

Jason snorted. “Definitely not a clone.”

The other man stood up, smiling at Damian. “Welcome home, Dami.”

“Thank you… Tim.”

Tim’s smile turned even brighter. He introduced himself to you unprompted, and he did a better job at hiding his surprise than Dick.

Everybody did, in fact. Jason winked at Damian as he congratulated him, Stephanie said she was happy for the two of you, and Cassandra stared straight into your soul before giving you a small smile.

Just when you thought things would go smoothly, somebody else entered the room and your stomach dropped.

Bruce stood in front of you and Damian, seemingly at a loss of words.

“I’m glad you could make it.”

Damian have his father a curt nod. Seeing his eyes deviate toward you, he opened his mouth to introduce you.

You were quicker. It was only fair, he hadn’t made you introduce him to your mother and he had already done the work with his siblings.

Bruce wasn’t interested in hiding his shock upon hearing you were Damian’s girlfriend. “You didn’t say anything about a girlfriend at work.”

“I didn’t find it appropriate,” Damian explained with ease.

“We should have dinner next week so we can get to know you better,” Bruce suggested, eyes solely on you.

“O—of course, sir.” What were you getting yourself into?

“I wish we had more time tonight,” Bruce continued, “but our guests will be arriving any moment now.”

Bruce was proven right as Alfred announced the arrival of a few guests.

Throughout the night, Damian watched you charm people he had never cared for and people he had once struggled to have in his pocket alike.

He felt you lace your arm with his and follow the pattern of his steps to walk in sync with him.

He heard you laugh with his siblings and gossip with Stephanie as if you had known them for years.

He became aware of the warmth of your palms and the coldness of your fingers as you danced.

And he couldn’t bear it.

Damian slowly slid his arm off yours and excused himself.

You decided to give him space. He would’ve asked you to go with him if he wanted your company.

It was clear that you weren’t the only one who was overwhelmed, and at the end of the night, he was the one who needed to look good. He deserved a break.

Damian roamed the main hallway, so familiar yet so foreign. Nothing had changed except for him and said changes weren’t unwelcome.

In hindsight, the only unwelcome thing he could find was how much he was dreading the end of the night.

He found his way back to the living room and stood in front of the window. He could see a couple hiding behind Alfred’s perfectly trimmed bushes, presumably making out.

Not many minutes passed before he heard approaching steps. He should’ve expected Dick to follow him.

“I didn’t think you’d show up,” Dick broke the silence. “But I’m glad you did. And I’m glad you brought your girlfriend with you.”

Humming, Damian continued staring at the greenery. “I always keep my promises.”

“And secrets, huh. We wouldn’t have known you had a girlfriend if you hadn’t come.”

“I suppose not.”

“You okay? I know you don’t want to be here, but—“

Damian interrupted him, “I am not uncomfortable here. Surprisingly.”

“Who are you and what have you done with my little brother?”

Damian tore his eyes off the window and glared at Dick.

“You know I’m joking.”

Sighing, Damian nodded. “I’m not used to… this.”

“Care to be more specific?”

“Not really.”

Dick stayed silent, respecting Damian’s line. The two of them enjoyed a silent moment together, staring out of the window.

A snicker blurted out of Dick as he caught sight of the couple Damian had spotted. Both were doing a poor job at fixing their attire.

Damian huffed a laugh, sharing an amused look with his brother.

“We should go back before Bruce starts the toast.”

Damian motioned for his brother to lead the way.

He took his spot next to you, snaking his arm around your waist. You leaned into his touch, feeling his steady breathing.

He didn’t give a single sign of being upset, so you asked him in a whisper, “Everything okay?”

“Don’t worry,” he answered in your ear.

You fought against the shiver the gesture sent down your spine.

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Leaving Wayne Manor was harder than you expected it to be. You would never judge Damian for wanting to be away from his family, he had his reasons, you simply didn’t share the sentiment.

You managed to fit easily with them, and what marveled you the most was how little you had to pretend to be somebody else.

The sight of your building saddened you. Everything would be over in a few minutes, just what you had wanted the day before, and you weren’t looking forward to it.

Walking down the hallway in silence, you were about to say good night as you approached his door when Damian asked, “Can you come in for a little bit?”

You nodded, not ready for the night to end. “Sure.”

Damian unlocked his door and allowed you to get in first, turning the lights on as he entered the apartment behind you.

“Do you want anything to drink?”

You shook your head. “I drank enough already.”

He shed his blazer, going straight to the point, “Travis was right.”

His comment took you aback. You didn’t expect this from Damian. You didn’t even want to believe it. Deciding to give him the benefit of the doubt, you asked, “About what?”

“You should have been with me from the beginning. And I hadn’t even...” He made a face, as though the right words were escaping him. That was a first. “I can’t tell you I love you. Not now, that would be insane. But I’m pretty sure I’m halfway there.”

He undid his tie, speaking still, “I can’t pinpoint the exact moment when I started falling for you, I just know it makes all the sense in the world.”

Damian never imagined his life going like this. Romance wasn’t on his list of priorities when he left the manor. Or ever. He wanted to know himself properly, to be his own person, to finally let go of the bottled-up resentment.

He liked to think he had accomplished those things, and he had done so on his own. He was proud of that — of himself.

“You made the bad days worth it without even knowing,” he continued talking. You had never heard him speak this much. “The days in which I believed there was nothing more to myself than what everybody wanted to believe, mostly. You didn’t know a damn thing about me, and if you did then you never showed it. I was just Damian, your neighbor.”

“I—“

He shushed so you would shut up. He wasn’t done. “I was just Damian to you even tonight, surrounded by people who only see me as an extension to my father.”

“I like being just Damian. And for a while, I thought that was it. We’re good friends, we feel comfortable around each other… but the fact that you are gorgeous was never going to help my case.”

He stopped you before you could say anything. Almost desperate as he said, “I didn’t offer to do this because I wanted you to like me, or because I wanted to know how it felt like to be your partner. I need you to know that.”

“I also need you to know that the only reason why I’m telling you all of this is that I wish I didn’t have to lie when I told my family you were my girlfriend, because I wish you could truly get to know my father… because my family likes you and you like them, and it feels good.”

Getting rid of your coat, you let it fall onto the couch beside you. “Can I talk now?”

“You don’t have to say anything.”

You nodded. “But I want to.” When you were sure he wouldn’t interrupt again, you spoke, “I don’t know what’s going on. I mean, I’m not blind, you’re handsome, and I like spending time with you...”

“But?” he asked, impatient.

“There’s not a but. Let me finish!”

He motioned for you to go on.

“This is new. And I’m... confused?” You shook your head. “Not confused. Maybe surprised?” Chuckling, you messed with your hair. “I was going to distance myself from you for a little while to figure things out. And now I feel like I wouldn’t bear it.”

He swallowed loudly. “I can give you space if that’s what you need.”

“No.” It wasn’t what you needed, it couldn’t be when you felt the most comfortable around him.

Damian sat down, watching you. He liked doing it, following the movement of your lips as you spoke, and the way your hands seemed to have a mind of their own.

“I like being just Damian,” he repeated. “But I would love to be your Damian.”

Flushed, you admitted, “I like the sound of that.”

“Would you like to be my (Name)?” he asked softly.

“I would love to.”

“We can take things slow,” he assured you, eyes dancing all over your face. “I don’t want to pressure you or myself.”

You sat next to him. “It’s fine by me.”

Damian softly smiled. He placed his hand on top of yours, gripping it as his warmth eased the coldness of your fingers.

You returned the smile. “What a week, huh?”

“Eventful,” he conceded, scooting closer to you.

“At least we had an exciting end of the year.”

He playfully narrowed his eyes. “Is the Venn diagram between your idea of excitement and your idea of anxiety a perfect circle?”

You elbowed him on the side. “It wasn’t that bad.” Turning to look at him, you added, “Was it?”

Shaking his head, he stared at your lips as he whispered, “Should we make it more exciting?”

You licked your bottom lip, lightly leaning in. “It’s only fair.”

Damian left the playfulness to the side and captured your lips between his. The kiss was short and chaste, a perfectly acceptable first kiss between people who hadn’t known what they felt for each other until a few days ago.

But you soon remembered that it didn’t have to stop there. That you didn’t want it to. So you kissed him again, and Damian allowed you to set the pace at first.

Withdrawing his hand from yours, he wrapped his arm around your neck and brought you closer, prompting you to place your farthest hand on his shoulder as you tilted your head.

You felt him smile against your lips before the pressure of his mouth on yours became harsher.

Thankfully, you wouldn’t need a new identity. You liked yours very much.

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hello!! i see that you're taking prompts 👀❣️ i would love to see your take on hitman draco - whose next target is harry

hello shal!! I loved your prompt and wanted to write something super dangerous and sexy for it, but instead I wrote this. 😅 

Horrible Luck

Harry/Draco | M | 2.8k | Hit-Wizards, Humor, Catsuit, brief mention of dudley working out in front of the telly | ao3 link

When does a relationship stop moving forward and start looping back like a broken time-turner, intent on rewinding the same disagreements in perpetude? When did all the little quirks Draco used to love about Harry turn into a list of things he wouldn't need to deal with if he were alone? Draco's mind is on his kitchen table this morning — specifically, the half-eaten plate of eggs that Harry left behind; Harry knows the kneazle will sick up from it — so Draco doesn't notice the name on his latest assignment until he's already signed off the disclosure forms.

Harry James Potter.

"We don't need him dead for a few days," Pansy's saying. "Just get it done before the Rodney Snyder Bill comes to a vote in Parliament on Monday."

"Get it done..." Draco trails off, swallowing sickly.

"Yes, Draco? Sorry — oh-thirteen. Blast this numbering system. It isn't as though you're on my payroll as 013. I'm tempted to order a hit on you just so I won't need to write all five bloody titles of yours every two weeks. Only joking, of course — Draco? You alright there?" She taps the heel of her stiletto against the desk, where she has it propped up next to her coffee.

Draco blinks. "Right, yes. Before the Rodney Snyder Bill. Which bill is that again?"

"It's the usual hem-haw about how life is so unfair blahblahblah." Pansy waves the peacock-feathered quill in her left hand. "Don't worry yourself over it. Are you all worked up because it's Harry Potter? I know you had a bit of a tiff with him back in school, but hadn't we all? Potter's an absolute waste of breath if you ask me."

"It's not that..."

"What is it? If it's because of his involvement in the last war, you needn't worry about that. All our sources report that he's nothing more than a tax acrobat for Muggles now, on the days that he's not wreaking havoc with his voting powers in Parliament. I don't know what half those words mean, but I want a drink just for saying them out loud."

Draco decides that it is probably not in his best interest to tell Pansy that Harry was actually a tax accountant, and yes — it is indeed as dull as Neville Longbottom's surprisingly round bottom if their dinnertime conversations concerning the subject matter are any indicator.

Draco's mind flits briefly back home. He hopes their kneazle didn't manage to eat any of the eggs before Draco cleaned up Harry's forgone plate. Who knows where she'll puke it up this time. If she ruins his pillow again... Potter is in for a slaying. Only verbally, of course.

"Don't worry about me," Draco says.

"I never do," Pansy says far too flippantly to be a lie. "As I said, you have a few days, so finesse it however you like. Toy with him a bit, for all I care. Get him in bed, then turn a wand on him — go wild. Now doesn't that sound exciting!"

Draco decidedly does not tell her about the last time he "turned a wand" on Harry in bed. Let's just say that it was both slippery and steamy and smelt faintly of strawberries.

"Alright, Pan — sorry, P. I'll get it done. You know I will."

"That's my boy," she smirks. "Now come give me a kiss before you go."

Pansy started demanding that sort of goodbye after she picked it up from a Muggle romcom. "Absolutely disgusting," she'd proclaimed, kissing Draco's cheeks. But the kisses stayed while the mocking subsided. Don't let it fool you, though — she still has plenty of unlearning to do. They get along fine as long as Pansy keeps her mouth shut.

Which is practically never. This is Pansy, after all. Her father liked to joke that she was born wailing for someone to wipe her arse. But Pansy is the only family Draco has left.

The next few days pass in the doldrums of a daily routine. Draco goes off to the local library and does his usual research (a combination of Muggle Internet and blood spells for tracking; Find My Friends is a godsend) despite knowing full well where Harry is at all times. He watches Harry's green dot make its way down the tube to the financial district by way of the Pret a Manger on 3rd Street. The blinking green dot doesn't move for several hours (it never does; Draco knows because he tracks Harry every few weeks out of paranoia). Draco is starving by noon, but he hangs on until three to see if Harry's dot will move the slightest; but alas, Harry is as much the meticulous Gryffindor hero at tax accounting as he was at Horcrux hunting; he doesn't do so much as grab a bite at the cafe in the lobby.

Harry heads home at precisely five-thirty. Draco waits a respectable fifteen minutes before doing the same, so Harry has time to put dinner on the table. The spread tonight smells delicious as it always is: roasted chicken and potatoes, broccolini, those purple carrots that Harry covets from the Muggle farmer's market; homemade treacle tart for dessert. Sometimes Draco wonders how Harry can manage all of this in the fifteen minutes he has before Draco gets home, but he never questions it for long. Who knows how cooking charms work. Not Draco. He's still a Malfoy, after all.

Harry kisses him good-evening before they sit for dinner. They share meaningless conversation about their day. Draco makes up some story about how Hannah in Marketing took the last premade salad he wanted from the deli down the block and is appalled over how, even in his made-up life, he's about as dull as Neville's — well, you know.

"If I hear another word about Neville Longbottom's surprisingly round bottom, I'm going to start thinking you want to fuck it," Harry declares while savagely tearing into his chicken thigh. Draco shudders at the sight; whoever taught Harry how to cook clearly forgot to teach him how to eat.

Still, it's a clear opening for a fight. Draco welcomes it as one does a summer storm, and soon they're throwing plates at each other. The kneazle (Morticia; Granger's idea) scampers out of the kitchen — that Hufflepuff coward — and Draco manages to graze Harry's left cheek before they stall to catch their breath.

The calm is a fallacy, of course; the eerie stillness of a storm's eye, broken up in the next minute with a low growl, and they're clawing at each other again. Except now, Draco is inexplicably hard.

But still, so incredibly bored.

What is the standard deviation of the time from start to Scourgify? Draco wouldn't be surprised if it's less than five minutes.

Monday comes and goes. Draco's thinking about Harry's dirty socks, the ones he tucks between the sofa cushions, while Pansy dresses him down for his latest failure.

"I swear, oh-thirteen. If we weren't like family..." Pansy trails off, her crimson-lacquered nail pointed threateningly at Draco.

"Sorry, Pans," Draco says, trying his level best to look his most innocent. It's not his fault he's an awful hit-wizard, alright? They should've known from his resume. Ronald Weasley, Katie Bell, Rosmerta, Dumbledore... mainly, he kills his marks by accident. He's got horrible luck.

Pansy declares that this is Draco's final chance. And then a week passes, and Harry stays alive. Draco's dead bored staring at his boyfriend's unmoving green dot all day on Apple Maps. He's made friends with Stephanie-the-librarian, though; they go out for a pick-me-up around three pm, and then Draco makes up stories about how she sends him racy pictures of their fake manager and this and that over dinner with Harry. All's okay if not precisely thrilling until the bill passes with Harry still alive, and then Draco reports to Pansy's office with Theo also in the room.

Theo is wearing a full suit, which is par for the course. But Draco knows he's in trouble because Pansy has her heels off her desk.

"Oh-thirteen," Theo booms. "You let the James Buckles Bill pass."

"Which one is that?" Draco asks between nervous swallows.

"Ten-percent increase in taxes on long-term capital gains," Theo explains the same time Pansy snaps, "None of your business."

"Right." Draco has no idea what these words mean. "Umm... sorry?"

"And the week before," Theo says, pacing now, "you let the Rodney Synder Bill pass."

"Ten-percent increase on income tax for those who make more than seven figures a year," Pansy says before Draco can ask.

Figures? Income? None of this means anything to Draco. If he wanted to be a solicitor... well, he's a Malfoy. Malfoys solicit, never solicitator. Or whatever the word for it is.

"It's only two bills, sir," Pansy pipes up in Draco's defence. "Meaningless in the grand scheme of things compared to the Pepper Oakley Bill tomorrow."

"What is —"

"Thirty-percent increase on property tax on all parcels of land within major metropolitan districts, and a twenty-percent increase on all property over two acres, compounding," Pansy hisses to Draco before turning her full attention back to Theo. "Which will not pass. Draco's been building up a relationship with the mark, hasn't he?" She kicks Draco with the pointed tip of her heel.

"Yes!" Draco yelps out in pain. "Yes, absolutely. I've been building... a relationship with Ha — the mark. He's umm. He thinks we're in love."

Theo regards Draco with narrowed eyes. "In love."

"Turns out he's desperately lonely," Draco says with a mocking sneer, though the truth is that they were both rather pathetic in the beginning.

Draco's story passes Theo's muster. He straightens up and gives them one last menacing glower before he leaves. Draco and Pansy stare at the door for a long, vacant second.

Pansy turns to Draco with a sigh when Theo's footsteps retreat down the hall. "Are you really seeing Potter?"

"Oh. Umm... sort of."

"I'm happy for you," she says. "You worry me, you know. Can't be too healthy for the aura with you sulking about all the time."

"Right," Draco says.

"Right," Pansy agrees. She schools her features. "Sorry about the, um — having to kill your boyfriend."

"It's alright," Draco says.

"Right." She coughs. "Well, then. I suppose you ought to go prep. Remember to get it done before tomorrow morning. If I were you, I'd get it done tonight, so you can stop worrying about it and have a decent night's sleep. Now come and give me a kiss before you go."

Draco short-circuits his usual trip to the library and heads straight home. The midday sun comes in too bright from the printed kitchen curtains. He's never noticed how disproportionately large the clumsily illustrated lemons are in comparison to the cherries and ice cubes — but that's what he gets for letting Harry pick the print. When Harry's dead, he'll replace them with a pattern worthy of the Malfoy name. He's always liked snakes and daggers (just the image of them; they're ghastly in reality).

He gets hungry enough around three to rifle through their cabinets for a snack. All he finds are two expired Twinkies and a can of tuna that he realises only after his first bite that it's meant for Morticia. He briefly considers popping by the library to see what Stephanie's up to before deciding against it. He needs to focus on murdering his boyfriend.

Draco is in the middle of purging his wardrobe when he finds his hit-wizard uniform hanging in the back. It's all black and one-piece, like a Muggle wetsuit but much sleeker, like a seal. But not as adorably chubby. More like Catwoman. Lithe, but deadly. Unfortunately, it's not a very practical uniform for murder, so Draco hasn't worn it in years. He slips it on out of morbid curiosity and is pleasantly surprised to find that it still fits him — especially around his arse. Morgana and Mordred both, his arse.

He loses track of time admiring himself in the mirror. And that's when Harry opens the bedroom door.

"Fuck," Draco says. His wand is out and trained on Harry's chest. (Hit-wizard reflexes; Draco's terrible at murder but surprisingly adept at keeping himself alive.) "I — um. I can explain."

"Merlin, you look hot in that," Harry says. He sounds like he's come back from running. "I've always wanted to see you wear it."

"What?"

"Your hit-wizard catsuit." Harry holds both hands up and steps toward Draco. "So fucking hot. I'm going to fuck you into a wall if you let me get any closer. Promise."

Did someone start up the fireplace? "I knew you stared a bit too hard at Halle Berry's arse the last time we watched Catwoman."

"Can you blame me for imagining what you'd look in it?"

"You don't look so bad yourself," Draco purrs. He can't help himself; Harry hasn't looked so fit in years. What is it about him today? Did he do something different with his hair? No...

Harry disarms Draco's wand hand and pushes him up against the wall. He's always been good at following through on his promises.

Draco's washing up in the shower when he realises what's different about Harry today. Harry's wearing an Auror uniform.

Draco bursts out of the shower still wet and dripping. He finds Harry in the living room with the telly on.

"You're going to ruin the carpet with all that water," Harry says, his nose scrunched. He's still got his crimson Auror robes blatantly bunched over the sofa.

"You're a fucking liar," Draco says. "Muggle tax accountant? I can't believe I bought that lie."

Harry remains painfully nonchalant. "We both had our secrets."

"But you knew mine." Merlin, for how long? Was their whole relationship a sham to —

Harry sighs and spells Draco dry. A bathrobe — plushy and cottony, Draco's favourite — flies in from the bedroom to wrap around Draco's shoulders.

Draco begrudgingly shrugs it on.

"Sit down," Harry says, patting the space next to him. Draco almost does as asked, but stops when he spots the smelly old sock peeking between the seat cushions.

"You're an Auror," Draco says. His lips sneer involuntarily at the betrayal.

"And you're the hit-wizard out to kill me. Yet we're both still here," Harry says. "Come on, Draco. Sit down."

Draco eyes the sock.

Harry's face purples. "Is this about the bloody sock? For the thousandth time, it's not me leaving them about. It's Morticia!"

Harry vanishes the sock. Suitably appeased, Draco walks over to their sofa and sits primly at the edge of it.

"I wasn't actually going to kill you," Draco says by way of an apology.

"I know that," Harry says. "You're an idiot. Hit-wizard, really? It's a wonder how I ever thought you were my nemesis."

"That is absolutely rude and uncalled for," Draco says. "I was plenty good at Quidditch."

Harry grins. "I'll give you that. Most distracting arse on the pitch... some things never change."

"You don't look so bad yourself in those robes," Draco says. He coughs. "I mean. We should... talk."

"Yes."

They've never been good at talking.

"So..." Harry says slowly. "What are you going to tell them when I'm still alive tomorrow?"

"Oh, I dunno. Can't you pretend you're dead? Please? For me."

"I'll be helping a lot of people if we pass this bill," Harry says apologetically.

Right. Saviour complex. Draco's painfully familiar with compromising around that character flaw. "Pansy's going to kill me," Draco sighs. "Well, unless we kill her first. But I'd rather not. She's my favourite person in the world — besides, you, of course."

"She's actually. Um." Harry coughs. "I think she's going to be fine."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean... err."

"No," Draco gasps. "No, don't tell me she's been a mole this whole time."

"Err. Well..." Harry scratches the back of his head. "Did you know she's getting married to my cousin Dudley?"

"The awful Muggle bully?"

"He's um. He turned alright in the end? He's been working out in front of the telly. Bought these free weights and all... says it's really changed his outlook on life."

"Sweating in front of the telly changed his life?"

"Something like that," Harry says.

"That sounds disgusting."

"Yeah... I try not to think about it much either. So, err… takeaway? Greek, maybe? You loved the rotisserie chicken we had a few weeks ago. Before um, you started throwing it at me."

Shouldn't they be discussing something serious? Draco already forgets what. "Takeaway? But don't you —"

"Right," Harry laughs. "Now that everything else is out in the open, I suppose there's no harm in you knowing that I order takeaway and vanish away the boxes before you come home."

"I..."

"Draco? You aren't mad, are you?"

Mad, no. Surprised — absolutely. But Draco should've known that dating Harry Potter would never be boring.

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[lancermylove]

From His Heart (White Day HC)

Fandom: BSTS

Pairing: All x gn!Reader

Warning: None

A/N: Happy White Day~!

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Out of curiosity, he asked you what you wanted on White Day. You answered, “I want you to put your heart into the gift.” 

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“So, Kei,” you wrapped your arms around him, “what gift did you decide to get me?”

He chuckled and handed you a mirror and said, “Look into the mirror.”

When you glanced at your reflection, he whispered, “Every time you look into the mirror, you will be able to see my heart.”

"Hey there. What are you looking for?" Sotetsu asked, following your eyes. 

"My gift! Don't tell me you forgot." You pouted and crossed your arms. He shook his head and handed you your present. 

"Is this...an x-ray?" 

A playful smirk danced on his lips. "You wanted my heart, and what better way to show you my heart than a chest x-ray? Next time, choose your words carefully." 

His laughter filled the room. 

Ginsei nervously handed you a silver box and waited for you to open the present. 

Inside the box was a misshaped heart pendant on a thin chain link necklace. Ginsei cleared his throat and spoke in a shaky voice. 

"I know the pendant is disfigured, but this is the first accessory I made," he smiled, "I hope you like it." 

Gui smiled when he saw you and said, “I have contacted a doctor.”

“Why did you need to contact the doctor, Gui?” You asked, shocked, “Are you not feeling well?” 

“You want my heart, right? The doctor first needs to remove it from my body...” 

Yoshino smiled and handed you a pink gift box. "This is for you." 

You opened the gift to find a cute picture of you and Yoshino making victory signs. "This photo...we took on your first date?" 

He nodded, "You said you wanted a gift from the heart, right? That was the happiest day of my life." 

A light blush spread across his cheeks as Yoshino looked away shyly, "T-Thank you for being in my life." 

“Kokuyou, where is my gift from the heart? I am curious to see what you got me,” you giggled, knowing he wasn’t happy about your sappy reply to his gift question a few days back.

“The hell would you ask for something like that,” he mumbled irritated.

Without warning, he smashed his lips against yours, but to your surprise, his kiss was on the softer side. 

"I couldn't really think of what to getcha, so I wrote you this," Akira grinned and handed you a decorated piece of paper. 

"A song?" You scanned the paper and looked at him, surprised. 

"Not just any song...a song I wrote for you. Your song," he beamed, "the title of the song is '(Y/N)'." 

"So Sin, what gift did you finally decide you?" You asked, clapping your hands together.

"A gift you wish for on a daily basis," he said monotonously and handed you a thick book.

"A book?" You asked, taking it into your hands and examining it, "A...dictionary? SIN! This is an English/Japanese to Singo dictionary?"

He watched your excited reactions with a soft smile.

Takami handed you a small box and wished you, "Happy White Day."

When you opened the box, you found a Hawk-Eye gemstone inside. "Wow, this is beautiful...but how did..."

"I put my heart into the gift?" Takami completed your question and chuckled, "Takami means Hawk-Eye gem. By giving that gem to you, I'm giving myself to you."

“I wasn’t sure what to get you, so I got you this.” Taiga rubbed the back of his head and handed you a card.

“A gift card?”

“I was saving money for some of my games, but I put it in a gift card,  so you can use it for your gatcha games...and get your favorite characters. I would hack the games for you, but the developers would suspend your accounts.” 

“Where is my present, Rin?” You asked looking at his empty hands.

He chuckled, took out a green gift bow from his pocket, and placed the bow on your head, “There. You said you wanted me to put my heart into the gift, right? Since I can’t gift wrap you, this gift bow will have to suffice.” 

Sinju handed you a flat white box with a red hand-drawn heart on it, “My gift from the heart.” 

When you opened the box, you saw a photo of a group of people, each flashing a bright smile. “Sinju, this is...”

“My family!” He grinned, “My family means the most to me, and I want you to have this photo...maybe someday you will be in the photo...” 

"M-Maica, I can't accept this!" You gasped when you looked down at the necklace he placed around your neck from behind. 

"This gift is from my heart...," he mumbled and stepped in front of you, "it's my grandmother's necklace. She gave it to me and told me..." 

He stopped talking, but you pushed him to finish his sentence, "told you what?"

"To gift...this necklace to the person I hold closest to my heart," he whispered, turning his face to prevent you from seeing his red cheeks. 

"Here," Menou said in a monotonous voice, "Happy White Day." 

"Menou...this is a piece of paper with an orange heart on it," you stared at him blankly. 

"Orange is my color, and I drew my heart on it." One corner of Menou's lip tugged up.

"Woah, Yakou, is this you?" You asked looking at the album in your hand, "Hm, there is no CD inside." 

"Y-Yeah," Yakou sighed and forced a smile, "I told you about the idol group I was supposed to debut in, right? If we would've debuted, this album would've been our first. I held onto it as a precious memory...and it's close to my heart." 

“Moku, you wanted to see me?” You asked, walking into the rehearsal room. 

Team C’s leader nodded, “Take a seat. I want to show you your gift.”

Mokuren showed you a graceful dance step and asked, “How was it?” 

“Beautiful, but...,”

Your confused expression made Moku chuckled, “Beautiful, just like your heart. I created a new dance step and gave it your name. Now, your name will forever remain in the world of dance.” 

A sweet smiled appeared on Qu’s shimmering lips, “I am sorry if you were expecting a physical gift, but you mentioned you wished a gift from the heart, so the most meaningful gift I can give you are these words.”

He stepped closer to you and softly touched your cheek, “I love you.” 

"This gift is for you. Logically, I couldn't think of a gift that I could place my heart into, so I decided to gift you this," he smiled and fixed his glasses. 

"Oh, this is a helmet and a jacket?" 

"My current hobby is riding my motorcycle, and I was hoping you would join me. This helmet and jacket match mine, so um," he cleared his throat and blushed, "we will be dressed as a couple." 

“Hi, (Y/N),” Kasumi appeared behind you out of thin air. 

“EEK!” You jumped and rested your hand on your chest, “Kasumi, are you trying to give me a heart attack?” 

“S-Sorry...” he chuckled nervously, “so, I have your gift. You asked me to put my heart into it, so here.”

Kasumi gave you the warmest and most heartfelt smile he could give. 

“Zakuro, what is this?” You asked, staring at the pieces of paper in your hand. 

“Ara Ara, you said to put my heart into the gift, did you not? So, I went to the doctor and got a copy of my ECG report,” the singer grinned devilishly. 

When Mizuki handed you a heart-shaped bento box, you blinked rapidly. “Mizuki, why are you giving me a bento box?” 

“You said to put my heart into the gift, didn’t ya?” He mumbled and puffed his cheeks.

“Um...so food is your heart?” 

“Yup...,” he grew quiet for a few seconds before speaking again, “I...didn’t have food to eat growin’ up and starved a lot. I don’t want ya to starve, so eat properly, ‘kay?” 

Kongou smiled when he saw you, “So, your gift...” 

He took a deep breath, got on one knee, and took hold of your hand, “You asked me to give a gift to you, but I want to be selfish and ask you to give me a gift. I have always helped other people and thought of their happiness, but when I needed help, no one stood by my side...that is until I met you. At every turn in my life, you have stood beside me and acted as my light. You are my reason to smile, the reason for my heart to beat, the reason for me to live...so, (Y/N), will you please be with mine and make me the happiest man alive?”

When you arrived at the location Heath texted you, you saw him surrounded by children. “Heath?”

“There you are. Kids, this is (Y/N).” 

As soon as the singer said your name, the children flocked around you, yelling  “thank you”, “you’re the best”, “we love you”.

You glanced at Heath puzzled, but he waited for the kids to calm down before speaking with a soft smile, “You asked me to give a gift from me heart, so I chose to donate to an orphanage under your name.” 

"Happy White Day!" The blue-haired boy ran up to you and threw his arms around you. "Here's your gift!"

"Hm? What is this? Omg, is this you and puppy Sabu?" You flashed an ear-to-ear grin.

"That was Sabu's first day with us. You wanted me to put my heart in the gift, right? This photo is my most prized possession." Ran pecked your cheek, "If you ever get sad, then look at this photo. It'll make you smile!"  

"Rico, I asked you to put your heart into the gift," you looked down at his gift and frowned, "why did you give me money?" 

"Uh, well...this yen, is the first yen I earned," Rico gave a small smile, "I was in dire need of money at that time, but I couldn't bring myself to spend this yen. This was the closest thing to my heart until you came along." 

When you open Unei’s present, you find a red heart-shaped toy inside.

“I’m s-sorry, but I can’t give you my real heart. If you ever need it though, I will happily donate it to you...even if it means giving up my life.” 

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[ship-ambrosia]

Chilumi Week Day 1 - Angel Wings (Family)

I’m so excited to participate in a ship week again, you guys!! I have sooo many ideas for this ship it was really difficult choosing just one prompt for each day lol

Summary: Tonia admires the angel her brother brought home with him.

   It was the first thing Teucer had mentioned after being escorted home.

   No apologies, no hugs for his parents or other siblings. Not even seeing their brother, Ajax, was the first thing out of his mouth. No, it was-

   “I met the nice lady that big brother wrote about in his letters, Tonia!” Teucer exclaimed excitedly, nearly jumping out of his skin. “She was so pretty, and she watched over me while he was away selling his toys! She took me all around Liyue!”

   Her first thought was Wow, Ajax pawned off Teucer to some poor girl he’d only recently met. Of course, Tonia’s interest was still piqued by this - her older brother had never really liked anyone before, never been a people person, while they were growing up. On top of that, she knew the truth about his job; he was a Harbinger for the Tsaritsa, and while he spared her much of the details, she heard stories. She knew what they did. She really wanted to know what this girl was like, to have caught her brother’s attention while he was fulfilling his job for the Archon.

   Once Teucer had been scolded by their mother, Tonia was back to watch duty. They had all been worried sick when he disappeared, relieved only when her oldest brother’s letter arrived and explained that Teucer had somehow made his way to Liyue, and that he would make sure Teucer got back safely. She had him seated in the kitchen with her while she cooked. On and on, Teucer continued to babble about the girl, Lumine.

   “And then, she showed me the courtyard at the top of Liyue! She told me that was where she and big brother met! She said she was in a lot of trouble, but big brother saved her! My big brother is amazing!” Teucer excitedly threw his hands in the air, which made Tonia giggle. She thought she’d like to hear the story from Ajax, himself, when he returned home.

   “I made the nice lady promise to come visit when she gets to Snezhnaya,” Teucer continued. “She’s a traveler! But she made me a pinkie promise, so she has to come!”

   “Oh, then she will definitely be here,” Tonia agreed. “You told her what happens when you break a pinkie promise, right?”

   “Mhm!” He nodded enthusiastically, then began to recite the rhyme. Tonia wished she could have seen the look on the traveler’s face, because she knew the rhyme was a little much for people not from Snezhnaya.

   “...the frost will freeze your tongue off, so you never lie again!” He finished, a proud look on his face.

   “Very good, Teucer,” Tonia turned to him, smiling. “Now, why don’t you tell me about what big brother got you?”

   Her younger brother’s eyes widened comically. “I almost forgot! Big brother took me to his Toy Research factory, where he makes all the Mr. Cyclops! And then he gave me my own Mr Cyclops! Oh, and the nice lady was there too...”

   She continued to listen to him, giggling all the while, wondering what the real story behind Ajax and Lumine taking Teucer through the “Toy Research factory” was.

   There was a restlessness that stirred among the entire family throughout the day, and settled as dusk fell. The Tsaritsa’s Winter Festival was upon them, and Ajax had sent ahead that not only would he be returning to Snezhnaya on the Holy Day, but that he had a guest to bring with him.

   Tonia knew it was Lumine - it had to be. The only other person she could ever see him actually wanting to bring home to them was the Tsaritsa, and even then he’d made it clear he was trying to keep his family away from his business as a Harbinger. She was sure the rest of her family knew it too; Teucer, however, excitable as he was, was the only one to voice their collective thought.

   “Mama and papa are going to meet the nice lady!” He exclaimed. “Tonia and Anthon too!”

   Most of their replies were laughter and encouraging Teucer, but for the rest of it they stayed relatively silent, like they were collectively holding their breath. Even now, as their mother was watching Teucer, Tonia sat with her other brother and the two of them remained quiet. She wasn’t nervous, in fact she was bursting with curiosity. There was just something about it that made no one want to speak.

   The door to their home opened suddenly with no warning, though it swung open agonizingly slow. Both she and Anthon were on their feet in an instant, sharing a glance of bewilderment. Neither of them were truly prepared, and they would be the first to see their brother and his guest.

   Ajax appeared through the door first, and despite her burning lungs, Tonia couldn’t help the smile that crossed her face upon seeing him. It had been so long since she last saw her brother, and yet he looked like he hadn’t changed a day. If it had only been him stepping through the door, this would have been a wonderful day. But it wasn’t; once he had fully crossed the threshold, she saw that there was a white-gloved hand in his own, guiding this girl he had written so much about into their home. She noticed Ajax turn his head to look toward his guest before she saw the Traveler herself.

   Lumine, this girl she had read so much about, how what a strong-willed and skilled warrior she was, looked surprisingly bashful as she followed Ajax inside. Tonia was struck immediately by how pretty she was. Blonde hair and eyes the color of amber honey. She wore a knee-length coat that was also feather white, adorned by white fur that gave her the silhouette of angel wings. Truly, Tonia didn’t think she’d be any more surprised had the girl walked into their home with wings spreading out from her back. She was so ethereal, they would only make sense.

   “Lumine, this is Tonia and Anthon, my other siblings,” Her older brother was the first to speak, probably because both she and Anthon were stunned. “Of course you already know Teucer, wherever he is.”

   The Traveler bowed her head politely toward them. “A pleasure it is to meet you,” her voice was gentle, sweet. Tonia thought it sounded like how she imagined spring, growing up in a land of eternal winter. “Both of your brothers told me so much about the two of you.”

   “Likewise,” it seemed like Anthon had gathered his senses before her, walking over to shake her hand. Tonia was snapped out herself by seeing the look in her younger brother’s eyes. He was starstruck.

   She followed him quickly, instead collecting the other young woman in a warm embrace. She was smiling again when she pulled away. “Jaxy has told us so much about you.”

   Lumine giggled, a sound just as predictably pretty as it could be. “Jaxy?” She looked up toward him, and Tonia watched as her brother suddenly became very interested in the floor. 

   He rubbed the back of his head. “I suppose I forgot to mention what everyone likes to call me.”

   Tonia was so dumbfounded by the blush she saw appearing across his face, that she nearly missed what Lumine said next.

   “Understandably, since all you ever think about is fighting with me!”

   Before either Tonia or Anthon could comment on that statement, she watched as his face rose back to meet her gaze. Ajax put an arm around Lumine, resting his hand on her back. “Come on, let’s go find Teucer. He’s going to lose it if he thinks you didn’t come find him immediately.”

   “You’re probably right, he hasn’t stopped talking about her since he returned from Liyue,” Tonia agreed after she had recovered, indicating them toward the back of the house. “He’s in the den with mother.”

   “Well then, if you’ll follow me, my lady,” her brother flashed his guest a brilliant smile, leading her toward the den. Tonia noticed his hand slide down to her lower back as he guided her.

   She jumped a little, hitting him lightly on the arm, trying to escape his grip. “Ajax!” Her brother simply chuckled, and pulled her closer. But just the sound of his name on her lips made her brother visibly swoon, as though she had never said it before.

   His gaze hadn’t once left Lumine’s face since he looked back to her in the doorway, except for when she had teased him over his nickname. It was even better than Tonia could have imagined. 

   She thought Ajax hadn’t changed a bit from the last time she had seen him, but she saw now that she had been wrong. He was so much softer, his expression, his eyes, his body language. They were quite the sight together, her brother a mix of ginger hair, black and gray and red, while the girl beside him contrasted his appearance with white and gold, like she came down from Celestia itself. Tonia didn’t think it could be more like something straight out of a fairy tale. She had barely known the Traveler for a few minutes, and she knew immediately that her brother was in love.

[chibinekochan]

Cherry Serpent - ft. Levi / reader

In this au you are a member of a semi famous j pop group, named Cherry Serpent. 

You are a human exchange student and asked Lucifer and Diavolo to keep your fame a secret, since you desire to live a normal life, at least in the devildom. Lucifer doesn't get it but is fine with this. You also get your own little portal so you can travel freely between the worlds. Soon you find out that Levi is your biggest fan.

  Small side notes - Cherry Serpent is an enby group, their whole aesthetic is based around snakes and cherries with an overall cute look. The group has 5 members.

Your character is Sakura, who is the cute one of the group. You wear a wig and contacts on stage. With some pretty heavy makeup. 

Here is how I picture Mc's stage outfit.

  Pairing: Levi x reader

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At the start of your exchange program you didn't hear any mention of cherry serpent. It's not a huge surprise and honestly it's a relief. You don't have to worry about anything and just be yourself. 

On stage you must play the role of the cutie with a love for cherries. In reality you are a huge anime and game nerd with a love for hoodies. Most people would be very disappointed if they knew. At least you believe that. 

Not long after coming to the devildom you become friends with Levi. You find it very easy to be around Levi. He never judges you for anything and it's very relaxing to be with him.

  Everything is going very well. You feel much more relaxed and your idol carrier is also going well.

  Well, at least until the day you walk into Levi's room and find a huge poster of your own face staring right back at you. 

You stare at it in awe. You can remember the photoshoot very vividly.

  “Hey perfect timing. I was just about to tell you about my newest treasure. Look at this beauty. It's so rare for Sakura to have a photoshoot, they are very shy. I relate so much. I'm so happy. I mean it's super rare merch.” Levi is very happy, so happy that he doesn't realize that you have gotten a bit pale. Now he will surely notice that you are Sakura. I mean it's literally your face but like 3 times bigger than you are. 

“Oh, wow that's pretty cool.” You try to not show your distress. 

“Sakura is just so cute, look at their signature hand sign. I mean I have pre-ordered the new CD of course. Actually about 500 of them. I know it sounds like a lot but they have limited photos of them all and a chance to win a vip ticket for the next concert.” Levi is in full fan mode. 

It's pretty sweet of him to be this excited about it. Even when 500 copies seems a bit too much to you. 

“You really are a huge cherry serpent fan.” You never thought that a demon would ever be your fan, especially since you have not heard a single thing about it since your arrival. 

“Ohhh, you know about them? Don't tell me you are a fellow cs stan?” Levi's eyes light up. 

You bite your lips, darn you forgot that your group is just semi famous even by human standards, it's rare to meet a person that recognizes you just from a poster. 

“I have heard about them.” You try to be vague. 

“That's so cool! Who is your favorite? I mean I'm a full Sakura stan. Maybe I'm biased but when I first heard their first solo single 'cherry beast.' I was so excited and they sang about the love between a sea beast and a human. It was so touching. Ever since that day, I've been their biggest fan.” Levi has stars in his eyes.

  This is pretty embarrassing. You can't help but blush a little, of course you had people tell you things like this before during handshake events but they all were strangers. 

This here is different, it's your friend telling you how much they love your work. Even when Levi doesn't know that you are Sakura.

  “I think they are all great but why Sakura?” You wonder a bit about this. 

“Well, other than their cute outfit, they have the best voice, the best signature move. They always encourage everyone. Like one day I felt very down and sent a request to their radio show and Sakura was so sweet and really encouraged me. I know Sakura isn't the best dancer but they always train so hard and improve so much everyday. I honestly want to be more like that. We also share a love for water creatures. I mean their favorite pet is a fish, despite them only being able to have a toy fish due to their busy life. Such a tragedy.” Levi seems unable to stop himself.

  This makes you smile. You have never heard anyone say such sweet things about you. 

“I know it must sound funny to you.” Levi seems a bit embarrassed. 

“Oh no, you were just so cute that I couldn't help smiling.” You are telling at least half of the truth. 

Levi blushes.“ You shouldn't tease me like this.” He is pouting. 

You giggle a little. “Sorry Levi.”

“Now that I think about it, you are similar to Sakura.” Levi looks closely at you.

Did he notice who you really are? 

“What do you mean?” You shift nervously around.

“You always encourage me too.” Levi gives you a smile. 

Now you feel a bit embarrassed.“That's very sweet of you to say Levi.” 

“I also think that you look similar.” Levi says this very quietly. 

“I'm not sure if I do.” You can't say that you don't look like this at all. 

“Well, how about we listen to their old CD and play some games?” Levi is utterly embarrassed again and just tries to move on.

  You welcome this chance. 

After a few games you both take a break. 

The CD is still running in the background, it's pretty surreal. What are you going to do when Levi notices that this is your voice?

  All kinds of thoughts keep running through your head for the rest of the day. 

Why does Levi have to be your fan boy? 

It's not like you want to hide this from him but how will he react once you tell him the truth?

He will be disappointed in you for sure. You basically lied to your best friend. 

You ponder about this for the rest of the night. Causing you to be very tired the next day.

  Asmo sees you and can't help himself to mention it.“Don't tell me that you have been gaming all night again? You have an awful complexion. Well, nothing that I can't fix of course.” He shakes his head. 

“Not this time Asmo. I just have been thinking about some stuff.” You sigh lightly. 

“What kind of stuff? I'm glad to hear you out you know.” Asmo tries to be supportive. 

You honestly appreciate this, especially today. “I can't really talk about it here.” You are afraid that Levi will overhear you. 

“In that case you should come to my room later.” Asmo gives you a suggestive smile. 

“If you mean to talk then I'm willing to come.” You know that he means no harm. 

“Alright, we will just have some snacks and tea and talk about all of your troubles.” Asmo shrugs and casually changes his tone. 

In the end he is a good friend. 

“I will bring your favorite cupcakes to make it up to you.” You give him a soft smile. 

“Now that is a plan. I'm looking forward to it.” Asmo is genuine about this and you are grateful.

  Later in the day you go to Asmos room with the promised cupcakes. 

Asmo is delighted. It seems like he is really looking forward to this. 

You both sit down and have some tea before starting your conversation.

  “I will get straight to the issue. I have a secret from my best friend and I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do.” You aren't sure how much you should tell Asmo. 

“Is this about you being a member of cherry serpent?” Asmo says this very casually, while you almost spit your tea out. 

“How do you know that?” You are too surprised to deny anything. 

“Please, I've known ever since we went to karaoke. Levi might be too blind to see it but I have heard enough of your music to recognize your voice. I mean your stage makeup is great but it's clearly you.” Asmo just shakes his head. 

“You knew all this time but never once mentioned it?” You are pretty baffled. 

“I know how it is to be in the spotlight and figured that you had reasons to hide it. I knew you would come forward when you are ready.” Asmo keeps sipping his tea. It's honestly amazing to you. 

“That was very nice of you Asmo.” You feel honestly touched. 

“Does that mean that you have finally fallen for me?” Asmo gives you a flirty smile. 

“Nope, I'm just glad that you support me.” You shoot him down with a smile. 

“Too bad. Well, anyway, I think you should tell Levi. I know he is your fanboy. I mean technically of Sakura, but I'm sure he will be happy to know that you are his favorite idol.”Asmo casually moves on and then gives you his suggestion. 

“I'm afraid that he will see me differently than now and I also don't want him to hate me. I hid this from him all this time after all.” Both things weigh equally on your mind. 

“He will figure it out sooner or later. If he finds this out from anyone else he will be much more hurt.” Asmo says this gently while still being firm. 

You can only agree and nod. “You are right.” You feel sad about this.

The last thing you want is for Levi to treat you differently. 

“Of course I'm right, and you know it's not the worst thing in the world to have your own personal cheerleader.” Asmo doesn't really understand your issue. 

“I just want to stay close to him. I can't do that if he is only my fan boy.” You shake your head. 

“You should tell him that. I don't think Levi will stop being your friend first and fanboy second. Maybe your relationship will change but that's not always a bad thing.” Asmo gives you some much needed encouragement. 

“You are right. Thank you for your help Asmo.” You give him a heartfelt smile. 

Asmo seems slightly troubled for a moment but then smiles as usual once again. “Everything for you.”

You spend some time with Asmo, catching up on the latest devildom gossip. 

After talking about anything you feel much better.

  You go back to your room and see a load of messages from Levi. 

It seems like he got tickets for an upcoming concert. All is well and good but it's a cherry serpent concert. 

Now you really need to come clean to Levi.

  After thinking for hours about the right way to gently break the news, you invite Levi over to your room.

  Not long after Levi arrives. He is still very giddy over the tickets. He almost seems to sparkle. “Hey, there. I guess you also wanted to celebrate the great news right? I have brought some snacks and some other stuff.” As usual he has brought some seemingly random things with him.

“Come in Levi. We really need to talk.” You give him a nervous smile. 

“Is the moment where you break up with me? Wait, we aren't dating…” Levi seems pretty confused. 

“Stop fooling around. There is something that I really need to tell you.” You feel slightly annoyed at his joke. 

“Alright, sorry…” Levi gets serious in an instant. One hundred reasons why you want to talk to him in such a serious manner race threw his head. No reason is a good one.

  Levi sits down, trying to prepare himself for whatever you will drop on him. 

“I know what I'm about to tell you will probably be upsetting. You should know that you are my best friend and if possible I want you to see me the same way as you see me now. You see, I have a big secret that I kept from everyone.” You take a small breath,“I'm a member of cherry serpent. To be more precise I'm Sakura.” 

You prepare yourself for whatever Levi will throw at you. His possible anger or hurt.

What hits you is stunned silence. Levi looks at you like he can't comprehend your words at all.

  It takes him a moment to get over the sheer shock of this information. “W-wait.. Hold it right there! You are SAKURA? Since when? Wait that's a stupid question. Are you serious right now?” Levi has huge issues understanding what you are saying. 

“It's true Levi. I'm sorry I have been hiding this for so long.” You feel pretty guilty. 

“Never mind that part but you are telling me that I'm friends with Sakura? THE SAKURA FROM CHERRY SERPENT?? I can't believe it!” Levi seems to struggle with his emotions but he seems pretty happy. 

“Well you are friends with me. I just happened to be Sakura as an idol.” You feel like you really need to point this out. 

“Oh yeah. That is an important distinction. So, you are telling me that my best friend is not only an idol but also my favorite idol on top of that?” Levi's confusion seems completely gone. He is very excited. 

“Yes, that's right. I mean, I didn't know that Sakura is your favorite idol.” This point is a bit embarrassing to you. 

“Now they definitely are. I mean my best friend is Sakura. So of course Sakura is my favorite idol.” Levi says this without any hesitation. 

This makes you smile. “That is very sweet of you Levi.”

Somehow this causes Levi to blush.“Stop being so unfair.” He mumbles. 

“Does that mean that you aren't mad? I mean, I've been lying to you for a pretty long time.” You are still bothered by it. 

“I'm not mad. I actually can't believe that I never noticed. In hindsight, I was pretty blind.” Levi seems to beat himself up more than anything. 

“I look very different on stage. I bet most people would be very disappointed by my normal appearance.” You give him a small smile. 

“Everyone that says that is a huge idiot. You are even better than Sakura in my opinion.” Levi seems a bit offended by your statement. 

This makes you giggle. “You truly are my biggest fan, aren't you Levi?” 

“Damn right I am! I will continue to support you and I will take your secret to my grave.” Levi says this with unusual confidence. It's something you can only see when he beats the final boss of a game. 

“You are the best!” You give him a big hug.

  This makes Levi freeze on the spot. “Hey, no surprise attacks!” 

You burst out laughing, there is your usual Levi. “Sorry Levi.”

“It's not like I hate it, but you should warn me.” Levi pouts a little.

You are just glad that your friendship is safe.

  On the day of your concert Levi joins the rest of your fans, as usual. 

Thanks to his great efforts he is far upfront. Waving his glowsticks. 

This is a very familiar sight to you. When you notice him your eyes meet just for a moment and you give him an extra smile while doing your signature move, just for him.

  Then you notice that Levi wears a shirt with your name on it. Not with his usual Sakura gear but your real name.

  What a sweet surprise.