#anyways pebble didn't write this

[cherrygirlfriend]

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ heart-shaped cut-out

pairing: nerd!rafe x pervert!reader synopsis: reader shows rafe her new lingerie warnings: smut, masturbation (f), sexting MDNI! wc: 700 a/n; i saw the new skims heart cut-out lingerie and it was so cute i had to write something about it!! anyway it’s another completely new fic, my neighbors are partying on a tuesday but this is for my nerd!rafe girls.

masterlist ♡ pervert!reader masterlist

you opened the package you'd ordered a week before, your eyes widening in glee when you got a peek of the baby pink fabric. you clapped your hands together, carefully lifting the bralette, admiring the little heart cut-out in the middle. when you'd seen it, you immediately knew you had to have it.

it took about five minutes until you were out of your clothes and changed into the adorable lingerie set, laying on your bed as you twirled your hair biting down on your lower lip as you sent a text to rafe.

YOU: i know we're supposed to meet up in a few minutes for tutoring, but i wanted to ask if you wanted to see some new clothes i got 🥰

you rubbed yourself through the pink fabric of your thong as you waited for him to reply, looking through pictures of rafe, the fabric forming a slight wet spot while your breathing got more erratic, especially when you landed on a picture you'd sneakily taken of his hand while he had been writing down notes. but when your phone finally pinged and the notification came up, you couldn't help the mischievous grin that took over your lips.

RAFE: Sure 😊

you opened the camera app on your phone, starting to record a video. you looked at the camera, biting down on your lip with a smile, before bringing it down to your chest, cupping and squeezing your breasts. your nipples were hard and pebbled through the fabric, and you let out a soft laugh.

you slowly panned it down to the thong you were wearing, showing off the damp patch on it, but now, instead of rubbing yourself through the fabric, you slipped your finger through the heart-shaped cut-out until it met your clit, causing you to let out a slight gasp. you circled and rubbed your clit, letting out small moans for the camera, your thoughts on rafe and the reaction the video would get from him.

after a few minutes had gone by, you dipped your fingers inside of you, gathering some of your arousal and taking your hand out of your thong, showing your fingers off to the camera.

"fuck, 'm so wet..." you moaned, before stopping the video. grinning, you pulled on a sweatshirt that was lounging next to your bed, taking a picture of yourself wearing it.

you went to your messages with rafe, proceeding to send the video you'd taken, keeping your eyes on the screen, waiting for the little 'read' receipt to appear, and it took a few minutes, but once the little grey text appeared, you sent the picture of you in the sweatshirt.

YOU: oops, i sent you the wrong thing, meant to show you the sweatshirt 😅 i'll be in the library soon!

you pulled on a pair of low-waisted jeans, making sure they showed off a sliver of the pink fabric, and even though it took you ten minutes to get to the library, rafe's face was still flushed, and there was still a bulge in his chinos.

"hope i didn't take too long." you said with a coy smile, pulling back the chair and sitting down next to him, more than pleased with his reaction.

"n-no... it's all good..." rafe mumbled, looking down at his textbook. you stretched your arms over your head, letting out a feigned yawn, rafe's eyes zeroing in on the small amount of skin peeking out under your sweatshirt, the boy letting out a breath before clearing his throat, and you immediately knew he'd seen the thong you were wearing, the soaked thong you’d rubbed yourself through.

"so." you turn to him with a bright, casual smile, biting down on your lower lip in the same way you had done in the video, acting like you weren't getting off on knowing how much he wanted you as you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear before bringing your hand down to rest on the table, touching his just a tiny bit, and even the minimal contact caused his eyes to widen.

"what are you gonna teach me today, rafey?

[adonisbeloveds]

The Main Twisteds being jealous that you're trying to farm for Bassie.

Based off my lovely lovely experience of trying to get Bassie only to get EVERY SINGLE MAIN TWISTED AT LEAST 3 TIMES IN 3 DAYS. Anyway, yes I am alive hello hello, and apologise if any of the twisteds personalitys are not like the canon ones because I suck at writing in character! Reader is GN and doesn't use any pronouns, and Vee, Shelly and pebble are all meant to be seen as platonic. Also you can view them as yanderes or just really possessive.

ASTRO

"Please be- .....you're not Bassie." "Starlight..."

.Stay's as close to you as he can, he already know's who you are looking for -- and so do the rest of the mains. It's not like they hold any personal problems with Bassie, it's merely because they knew you first is all. .Remeber his old blanket? He makes sure that it's always wrapped around you, so when you leave and possible see Bassie -- at least she will know who you are close with. .With the way his hat moves I like to think it's either because A) he can control it or B) it has a mind of it's own -- either way it always ends up wrapping around you when you do the machine's, not that he minds though. you do astro please remove it the Ichor is staining your clothes for the 40th time. "Cuddles? Like we use to?" "Astro you always stain my shirts black with the amount of Ichor-" "......" "Sigh, Fine..." .Four arms equal 4 times the comfort of cuddles, and wrapped in his old blanket? It could almost make you forget about your whole Bassie situation. sadly it didn't but hopefully soon you will finally give up and sleep with him like you use to. .What happens when both him and Bassie are on the same floor? Well you barely see Bassie, it seems like he made it his life mission to keep you two apart whenever he could. .You also swear you hear him grumble everytime you pick up research labled as Bassie's, but at this point you can't distinguish between grumbles and weird purring noises he makes. "You are awfully clingly this time around" "mmm...." "That wasn't an invitation-" "......" "...You know I can't stay mad at you, you cuddlebug" "Mhm.."

VEE

"Vee...Vee this is the 7th time, the 7th time you have shown up." "We can make it 8th" .My darling Vee, the one who never frigging left me -- appeared so many times I got her to 100% in 2 days and she wasn't even on the board once. .She's already standing there when the elevator opens, already waiting for you -- and before you can even get a word in her tail is wrapping around you and she's walking off. "Come on Vee, put me down" "mmmm, nope" .She's talking your ear off about everything and anything, as long as your attention is on her she's over the moon -- though she rarely shows it. .She likes to tease you, with her being insanely taller than you, she uses it to her advantage -- but if she genuinely makes you upset about it she's quick to stop, even throughout all the fun she would never want you to be upset over something she did. .If you compliment her in any way her screen will bug out for a moment before she thanks you -- her voice a bit staticky. Of course you have complimented her before, and so have others, it's just she hasn't had much compliments in this form yet is all. .Somehow she always knows where you are -- what floor you're on, where you are in a blackout, even if she can't make it to the elevator before it arrives, she eventually finds you and picks you up. .You have a small suspicion it's because of her ability but at the same time she's been near you so much you've started to think she's just learn't your habbits. "Do you think I could play games on your screen" "I wouldn't let you test it" "You so would though" "....You might get a virus." "Aw man" .Unlike the others, Vee doesn't really care for Bassie -- in the sense that she won't try to take you to the other side of the map to be away from her. .What she will do though is stay very close to you -- sure you can go to Bassie for whatever reason but make sure to keep your main attention on her, she isn't as possessive as the others. .That's the biggest lie ever, you just don't need to know that or the fact she purposefully kept Bassie off the floors for so long. .If you do spend to much time focusing on Bassie you would hear a sound that's almost like a computer overheating, when you check on Vee she simply raises an eyebrow at your question before saying it's a silly idea, even though both of you can feel heat radiating off her. "Come on, she isn't that bad!" "I know my show star, but that doesn't matter"

SHELLY

"rrrrrr....." "No way, and what happened next?" .Unlike the others Shelly at least tries to help you with the machine, as she tells you -- or at least tries to tell you -- about everything and anything. .In blackouts she makes sure to stay close so you don't bump into anything -- even though she isn't as tall as the other main's, and is usually hunched over, she will try to stand as tall as she can while observing the area. .She love's it when you talk, whether you are talking about something, simply humming or just saying random words. Shelly love's the sound of your voice, and if you don't speak? She just love's being around you, it always makes her tail wag no matter what you do! "How does your tail wag if its just your spine?" "rrrrhhhh?" "Yeah I figured" .She really doesn't like sharing your attention, and it's only worse when you are actively looking for someone else. Don't get it wrong! Deep down she knows it isn't Bassie's fault, but her more protective mindset always seems to win her over. .She use to only growl or roar whenever someone went a little to close to you, but lately she's seem to pick up the habbit of biting people when she gets really mad, causing you to drop everything you are doing and running over to her. .You can't possible decide if she's doing it on purpose for your attention or doing it from protectiveness -- at this point you are more than convinced its at least a bit of both. "I- Shelly- Shelly no- no doN'T BITE HER SHELLY-" "Rrrrr."

SPROUT

"ahusfjhasfhassa" "Sprout I love you dearly but please put me down, the tendrils are cold and wet and-" "hasfsafhhas" "....that didn't mean hold me-" .You thought the others were clingy? Well get ready for mr overprotective here -- he doesn't want you leaving his line of sight, no matter what. .Hmm? You want to collect baskets for the...easter toons? Oh, well it's okay, he can...sort of help with that -- I mean you are only trying to make new friends is all. just don't talk about them to much, he's trying to hold back his possessiveness towards you but he doesn't know how much longer he can take .He can't necessarily voice his complaints but he can sure as hell try, from grumbles to simply picking you up and holding you as close as he could -- he could try to keep you away from the baskets and other twisteds but you seem so adamant about them. .No worries though, he can simply use his tendrils to carefully pick you up and hold you above -- making sure you can't get whatever it is you wanted. You don't like how they feel? No worry! He doesn't mind holding you the whole time. "Sprout, you're like...breathing down my neck right now-" "hsdfiajeidfng" "I just want the baskets..." "Hisdjmfkd!" "I thank you for wanting to bake for me, but I think the ichor would contaminate it-" .God forbid Bassie is on the same floor as you two, there's no way you are even touching the ground with how possessive he becomes -- scarf wrapped around and everything! .What do you mean you need to see Bassie? Don't you know how dangerous it is? and what if he loses sight of you? what if you get hurt, what if- no, the simple answer is no. .But please don't get mad at him! He can't help it! He just wants to protect you is all, it's simply out of his control what happens! "....." "....dfgrf?" "Hmph...." "iodkfjgddf?" "....ugh I can't do this silent treatment anymore, just behave okay?" "sjdngd!"

PEBBLE

"Pebble no- bad dog." "Don't whine at me that's called guilt tripping" .Have you ever wanted a guard dog before? Well now you have a very large and very vicious guard dog, yay! .He's such a happy boy, tail's wagging, he's almost trotting from happiness but that all goes down hill when he notices you paying more attention to the easter twisteds than him. .This causes very loud whining -- the only warning you get before you're jumped by him, causing the both of you to fall down and for him to stay on top of you. not to hard he would never want to hurt his favorite caretaker! .Now you have to play fetch with him! and give him treats galore! Just make sure there's no one around -- he WILL trample over them just to get to you even if you tell him to stop. "I'm such a good pet owner aren't I? Much better than Dandy who can't keep his DOG ON A LEASH" "Pebble with how fast you wag your tail you are going to knock someone out with it, or worse because it's a rock" .You already know Bassie's on the same floor, you can hear his growling and barking from a mile away -- be sure to get to him quickly or else he might just attack the poor basket. .When you get there it's almost like he was never angry -- kew word almost, if it wasn't for the fact he picked you up by the back of your shirt and bringing you somewhere far away from her. .When the two of you are far enough he puts you down before laying his head in your lap and very politely asking for pats for protecting you like a good boy! "Peb-Pebble do not growl and Bassie she didn't do anything wrong-" "PEBBLE PUT ME DOWN YOUR TEETH WILL RIP MY SHIRT"

DANDY

"....okay so I can explain-" "You purposefully wanted this, not that I'm complaining my flower!" .If you were anyone else you would of had a heart attack when you heard Dandy's music coming towards you at max speed -- but you aren't anyone else, and you already know how much favoritism leaks out of that flower. .Whenever you finish a machine -- you are always faced with a smiling rainbow face, his sharp teeth would probably scare others to death but you've seen it so many times it's become normal. .Such a patient gentleman he is, waiting for your signal before pouncing onto of you -- still being mindful of the tapes sticking out of him, making sure none of them accidentally scrape you. "You are such a cat" "Nope! I wouldn't say 'cat'..." "Dandy, you are literally kneading into me." .As long as you give him full permission he will knead on every spot on your body, of course he's careful of his claws -- he would never hurt you. .At most floors you wouldn't even know Bassie was there if it wasn't for her flowers on the ground. Instead of the others avoiding her it seems like she's avoiding you -- well, not YOU persay, rather the toon that follows you. .Say you finally get to see her, you immediately sense the tension in the air before watching Bassie run away as fast as she could on her four, yet small 'legs'. .Turning your attention to Dandy you witness the most deadliest side eye you have ever seen. If this is how he acts when she's not even close to you guys, you think it's best off that you don't get close to her. .You would want the Ichor to be the only physical bad thing that's happened in her life. "omg stop giving the poor girl the side eye" "Hmm? I'm not." "'I'm not a cat' my ass, your eyes literally just dilated when you looked at me."

[the-s1lly-corner]

Being new to Gardenview

Aka "I had fun writing the long slender mansion posts that I wanted to do something similar with other fandoms

Note that requests are still limited to 3-4 characters max

Notes: reader is gn, toon reader, vague what the readers interests are unless implied otherwise for a character, you're freshly baked, pre game, no pebble or coal, you came around Christmas for the holiday toons anyone else can be any time of year, platonic for everyone since you're brand spanking new, long post, written on mobile, couldn't tag everyone but everyone is here minus pebble and coal

CWs: none

DANDY

He's probably the first one to greet you, honestly. He's like... THE toon. The show is named after him, he's the poster boy after all!

Surely he won't be at least a little annoyed that someone already beat him to the punch.... right...? Right??

He's a very busy toon, not only is he a main but he's also again, THE main. Getting to talk to him for more than a minute while there's visitors is nearly impossible... but he'll be sure to drop by your room for a hello once everything calms down for the day! ...maybe...

ASTRO

It's not that he's overstimated- mostly- it's just that he's tired by the time the day is over with... so it'll take him a while to approach you to welcome you... and he may seem out of it if you approach before he's ready

He's nice! A little accidentally... distant.. but he truly is happy to see a new toon added to gardenviews lineup. Who wouldn't be happy to have a new potential friend?

Ignore how he's seemingly nodding off where he stands... ts not that you're boring. He's simply a little sleepy...! You'll have to get used to that..!

VEE

Oh cool, a new toon. She's not going to be all over you but she's not going to ignore you if you come say hi. Small talk before she's swept away by the visitors.. or you're snatched away

If you seem like the smart type she might just invite you onto her show... she's not usually so quick to let someone on but what the hell! Who wouldn't want a new face to spice things up!

She is quick to set some boundaries up of you're pushing buttons or pose any risk to her techy bits

SHELLY

She doesn't let the fact you didn't notice her at first effect her... at least not outwardly. She's more forgiving in this instance anyways, you did just arrive afterall

Gives you a nice welcome- she's just happy to have someone new to talk to... if you ever want to have a nice camera hang out she's your girl to go to..! Just.. don't forget that she's just a call away..!

There's more time to talk to her during the day due to her being not as popular as the other Mains :( or even some of the non mains...

SPROUT

Oh heeeeeeeey you! He's probably already heard about you! If not from another toon than through one of the handlers!

He's not gonna be all over you but he's at least going to make you feel welcome enough- at least a normal amount of welcoming! He doesn't strike me as the type to be overly buddy buddy with a new toon just because they've just come out of.... wherever the toons are made...

He does seem to perk up a little if you express an interest in the ktichen... common ground can go far!

BOXTEN

It takes him a minute to approach you... he's gotta work himself up to it- he's not the boldest toon out there.. and he seems a little proud of himself that he didn't stumble over his words...! He will be overthinking his first impression later that night though...

The fact you're getting swarmed also puts him off a little... it's just so many people- it's overwhelming. Makes him wonder how he pulled through the initial hype when he was new.. silently sympathizes with you- tried to quietly give you reassurance from across the room but the voice in the back of his mind tries to tell him it looks like he's mocking you

He doesn't really talk.. not really a rambler either, especially with an acquaintance... but he does take note of any questions you have and tries to direct you to who could possibly help you once it becomes clear that he might not be the best fit

BRIGHTNEY

Her light burns a little brighter when she catches a glimpse of you... she didn't think she'd be seeing you so soon!

Wastes no time in walecoming you to gardenview, and hardly any time to bring up the boom club to see if you're interested... if you are, great! If not, that's okay!

If you ever need a hand to keep track of what you need to do and how things work around here she's more than happy to draw up a list for you and give you a hand where she can!

CONNIE

Oh she probably knows about you already... she's sneaky like that...! She's just trying to get a feel for your vibe before revealing herself. Totally. Definitely. Mhm!

She can't help herself- it's always so fun spooking new toons who don't know about her ability yet- she doesn't mean to be.. well, mean..! It's just funny!

She's got like... details on everyone! She's your gal to go for some gossip or to figure out what everyone else's deal with... though she may be biased against/for some toons so it's best to do your probing yourself to form your own opinions...

COSMO

He doesn't carry Boxtens shyness so he is more likely to approach you within a shorter time frame if you end up in the same area! He may trip over his words but that's just because he wants to make a good impression..!

If you ever need a little pick me up you can find him in the kitchen! Alongside Sprout and maybe Boxten-- and if it's the holidays ginger too...! It's a real nice place to hang out that's not too overstimulating-!

Similar to Boxten he will attempt to guide you to anyone who could help you with anything- except he's likely to physically bring you to someone or someone to you than simply... telling

FINN

Bold of you to assume he's not going to open up with a joke. "OH it's so nice to sea you," he'd wave but he wasn't sure if you'd he able to see him over the stream of visitors!

If you can bare through his constant puns he's actually not that bad. He's nice. Passionate about his interests- and of course he's going to be asking about yours!

Moderate popularity with the visitors so you can hang around and talk to him when you're not getting swarmed. He does share a good laugh about it with you- you'll get used to the attention... or find your footing once the hype dies

FLUTTER

Oh she's right by your side the second it looks like you need a breather from the swarm of visitors- you can come decompress with her until you need to get back out there..!

She's kind... a good listener. You're not sure how you can understand her when she's yet to speak a single word but you feel she's already been questioned about that a lot.. you don't want to possibly pester her with it

She lingers around you until closing to help you get through the day and the sea of visitors!

GIGI

She's friendly..! Really she is..! It's just that freshly baked toons can sometimes be fun to mess with... and she's taken a page out of Connie's book... she's not going to be a bully but she won't be able to help herself- telling you that you should totally do (x) which definitely won't make you look at least a little silly

You... might want to keep an eye on your belongings. She's usually not mean enough to nab someone else's things... maybe.. but by God the episode where she had to learn that lesson only slightly shook that habit

If you don't meet her through Connie, you'll be introduced to Connie through Gigi... as well as some other toons!

GLISTEN

Hes.. nice enough! Sure he may be... well himself.. but he's not going to ignore you if you approach him for help... though he is just a hint envious of the crowd you've made for yourself- but he's not going to fault you for it. Makes him miss the days where he was brand new and had all the attention

He's at least a little interested in finding out what your deal is... even if he's waiting to properly introduce himself- and he's definitely going to make a little show of it to make sure you don't forget his name!

Not intense.. but he does mellow out over the next few times you bump into each other once the desire to impress the newbie backs off a bit

GOOB

He's like an excited puppy when you meet each other! A new toon! Yay! A new friend, hopefully?

He's very physical- he doesn't mean to make you uncomfortable... if he is making you uneasy just say the word and he'll back off! He's not the best with subtle cues...

Oh oh oh you've gotta come with him to go meet his sister! Oh oh and you've gotta meet- you're going to meet so many toons through him...

LOOEY

Oh! New guy (/gender neutral)! He... actually doesn't lean into the clown act during an introduction. At least he doesn't rely on it- he definitely slips in a few jokes here and there if there's time but he's more focused on getting names exchanged and overall having a quick chat before he needs to go back to performing with the rest of his circus act

He's more than happy to let you come watch those acts! It'll give you a place to unwind after such a busy day! Or... if something calmer is more your style, he'll direct you to other toons

Generally a sweetheart- his cheerful demeanor comes in handy when meeting someone new- child and toon alike!

RAZZLE & DAZZLE

POPPY

Wastes zero time in introducing herself- even if you don't end up being friends in the future she's going to make sure you at least have fun on your first day

She introduces you to other toons as you come across them- she's real... bubbly. Pun only partly intended! She's going to make sure you meet just about everyone- or as many toons as possible!

And of course, she makes it clear that you're always welcome to come hang out with her and her group of gals- she'll make sure to put in a good word for you!

Similar reactions different energies! Razzle is more upbeat and open to talking. He tends to take the lead... not that he doesnt let dazzle speak of course. Dazzle also greets you! He's just lower energy

You're always welcome to their stage... or their room... if you express an interest in stories or books, Dazzle may tell you about Brightneys book club! Maybe he can help you get in... will be embarrassed if you tell him you already knew about the club

You do end up making a lot of friends through each of them- they both have their own groups of friends so double the introductions!

RODGER

A warm and polite welcome! He may ask a few questions... ice breakers mostly... and also because, well... you know...

You may or may not be spared from an interrogation- really it depends on how guarded you are with new people... and what all is going on at the moment- hes not the most popular toon but you're new... you're definitely going to be swarmed until the hype dies down

You... get the feeling it's going to be hard to keep secrets to yourself for long with him around... maybe... surely he'd respect boundaries and privacy (he does!) (At least he fully does when there's no mystery that may or may not put others in danger)

SHRIMPO

SCRAPS

She's not as... excitable or cheerful as her brother. She's definitely still cheery but she's more reserved about it. If you need a break from the visitors she can try to snag some away with the promise of arts and crafts so you're not all smothered

Arts and crafts is actually a gold way to open up to someone- a great ice breaker activity! So of course she's also going to invite you to come make something alongside her brother and toodles! It's a nice wind down activity after closing and before bedtime

Give her some time and she'll make you a welcome gift!

You hardly get a word in before he yells at you that he hates you already... you unfortunately don't know that that's his whole... thing.. so you don't know not to take it to heart or to not be confused

No like seriously what did you do you hardly introduced yourself- he cut you off after the first word... did you look at him wrong??

You quickly find out that he's just a hater, though... he's very open about his hatred for everything

TEAGAN

It doesn't take long at all for her to invite you to have some tea with her once the day calms down and all the visitors have left... it's all to get to know you better and make you feel more comfortable!

If you're comfortable with it, they will invite more toons... it'll give you a chance to get to know more of them! But if not... Teagans more than happy to just have it be the two of you

So so kind and patient with you as you get the hang of how everything works. If you ever need someone to talk to as you adjust to gardenview she's more than happy to let you vent to them

TOODLES

TISHA

It's not that she meant to ignore you... it's just that sometimes the visitors can be a little... messy... and it drives her nuts! But rest assured she will make it right once gardenview closes for the day and everything is cleaned up- and with Tishas speed and efficiency it won't take long after closing for her to stop by your new room!

Pleased that your room is- at least for now as you've yet to have a proper chance to make it a living space- neat and tidy... if you ever need a hand with things let her know... she'll at least let you know where the cleaning supplies are

You quickly pick up on a lot of tricks to get stains out and keep everything looking spick n span... Tisha is more than a little proud of herself that she's rubbed off on you

She's another easy one to get along with! There aren't many toons that Toodles outright dislikes or doesn't get along with

Talks... a lot... but that's to be expected from a kid.

You learn everything and nothing. The kid who's got dirt on everyone but doesn't have the mind to realize that it's dirt. Drops it randomly in conversation and moves on to something else like it was nothing... it's a little funny..

BOBETTE

Wastes no time at all in trying to become your friend- what's your favorite color? Music? When did you join Gardenview? What's your gimmick? She wants to know!

She's definitely gonna give you an extra gift this year for Christmas! Think of it as a "welcome to Gardenview!" Housewarming style gift! She WILL be watching you like a hawk to figure out what you like... as well as lightly interrogating everyone else for ideas

Genuinely so easy to befriend her. Not very judgy, very cheerful.. come decorate with her

GINGER

Oh... shy... she's shy... she doesn't avoid you but the first few conversations with you is... dry. Awkward. She really doesn't mean to make it that way it's just that she wasn't expecting to meet a new toon after being taken out of... where ever they keep the holiday toons

Not to mention you have a limited time to get her to warm up to you before having to put things on hold until next year... she really does try to befriend you or at least get to know you...!

Come join her with Cosmo and Sprout in the kitchen! You don't even have to bake..! You can help her decorate..! She becomes a ramblerer if you get her talking about an interest!

RUDIE

It's a Christmas miracle! A new toon has arrived! And he's definitely going to treat you like a gift... even if you were added to the toon roster before Christmas..

Not that he'd care all that much, a miracle is a miracle! And he's going to make sure you know his beliefs! Overall a joy to talk to even if he's caught up in the holidays

He is a little sad when he has to leave when the holidays end, but he promises he'll come talk to you the second he can again! He'll tell you all about what he did when he was away! Not much happens, but...!

[buckyalpine]

18+ smutty drabble with some angst and all the fluff and possessive, fwb to lovers college Bucky, I wanted to try something, images are mine, Canva pulled through with the layout. Maybe I'll write something again with this picture, (mob Bucky? DBF Bucky?) but here's an idea:

-

"You up?"

You smirked at the text message that popped up, already swinging your legs out of bed because you knew exactly what was to follow-

"Come over"

You didn't bother changing out of the hoodie you were already lounging in, pulling on some shorts and throwing on Bucky's leather jacket before heading out. You pulled the jacket tighter around your body as you walked 2 blocks to his place, fiddling with the spare key he'd given you just because.

"Hey Steve, hey Sam" You gave Bucky's roommates/ bestfriends a wave as you let yourself in, padding past the living room, headed right to his room.

"Hey peanut" The blonde smiled before throwing a knowing smirk to Sam as soon as they heard the door click shut.

"$20 they keep this up for another month"

"Deal"

-

"Hey Buck-

"How come you didn't tell me you'd already left," Bucky set his laptop off to the side, his tight black tshirt riding up giving you a pretty view of his happy trail as he leaned over, closing the screen shut.

"You knew I was going to come-" You started with an eyeroll but Bucky wasn't having it, shaking his head while you looked at the knickknacks sitting on his desk.

"And I've told you to at least let me know when you leave, especially at night"

"When did you care so much" You snorted, gasping when he came up from behind you, turning you around and grasping your jaw in his hand, squeezing your cheeks, making you meet his eyes.

"You don't walk out alone at night. I would have called you an uber"

"It's two blocks-

"I don't care. So who were you all dressed up for earlier today" Bucky cocked at eyebrow, releasing the soft grip he had on your jaw, moving them to rest around your waist instead.

"I wasn't dressed up, it was a regular outfit"

"Please, that tiny black skirt with those stockings" His grip tightened, digging around your hips, "Saw you come by the field when we had practice, were you trying to show me something doll" He smirked, noting you were currently still in his leather jacket.

"I thought it looked cute, don't flatter yourself Barnes-

"That's Steve's sweater" Bucky cut you off narrowing his eyes, tugging the hem of the hoodie. You hadn't even noticed, giggling when you realized you had indeed somehow accidently ended up with Steve's sweater.

"I just wear whatever's comfy, must've gotten mixed up in your laundry last time I was here" You shrugged, tossing off his jacket onto the chair by the desk. "If it helps, it was your hoodie I intended to steal"

"You're not wearing his sweater" It was a statement, something other than lust clouding his thoughts, itching to rip the sweater off your body and keep you wrapped up in nothing else but him.

"Seriously? Why does it matter, I thought this was just casual anyway-

"Mine" Bucky growled, pulling the hoodie off your body and making a point of tossing it out of the room before locking it shut again. "You're mine"

"Bucky-

"Always teasing me with those fuckin' skirts" Bucky grabbed you, hauling you over his shoulder and tossing you over the bed before crawling on top of you and pinning you under him. You hadn't been wearing anything under the hoodie, gasping when Bucky tugged at your nipples, smirking as they pebbled at his touch. "Do you not see how other guys look at you when you wear that baby"

"Bucky please" You sounded needier than usual, caught off guard by his surge of possessiveness, different from his usual protective nature over you. He attacked your neck with kisses, sucking bruises onto them between soft bites, letting his tongue swipe over the area after.

"Tell me, lookit you laying in my bed as soon as I call, soo needy all just for me, huh?" His hands came to lace with yours, pressing his erection between your legs, grinding against your clothed core.

"Jamie, do something" You pouted, squeaking when he came down to nip your lips, getting off you just to throw your shorts and panties off, wasting no time ridding himself of his clothes. He slotted himself back between your legs, letting his thick length rest between your soaked cunt.

"Patience pretty bunny, you have no idea what you do to me, do you. Not sharing you with anyone, you're mine"

"I'm yours?" You whined feeling his cockhead swipe through your folds, gathering your slick, a flash of vulnerability passing between you as his eyes bore into yours.

"Always, babydoll" Bucky whispered with his lips brushing against your as he started to push in, the both of you gasping at the feeling of the initial stretch. It didn't matter how many times he'd already had you like this, the feeling was forever unmatched. He didn't bother with giving you a moment to adjust, setting a brutal pace as soon as he was fully sheathed inside you. He made of a point of making you scream as loud as possible, well aware his best friends were still home, working his hips faster at the thought of you in Steve's sweater.

"You're. All. Mine" Bucky slammed his cock into you with each word, hoping to write his name in cum all over the inside of your tight cunt. "Say it, tell me you're mine, c'mon baby"

"M'y-yours" You stuttered out, "I'm yours Bucky!!"

"That's right, gonna make you scream that all night"

-

And he kept his word. Bucky kept you impaled on his cock until he couldn't hold it any longer, spilling ropes of his load into you, one after the other. He would watch it drip out before getting hard again from the sight along, pushing his dick back into you to make sure not a drop was wasted.

You panted, withering under him as he pulled one more orgasm out of you before letting his bodyweight drop, his now disheveled locks and flushed cheeks resting against your bare chest.

"I meant it you know" He murmured, pressing a kiss between your breasts before looking up at you, "It's more than just physical for me"

"Are you sure?" You giggled as he leaned up to nudge his nose against yours with a shy smile he reserved just for you..

"Very sure. I love you" Bucky mumbled against you hair, pulling the sheets up to cover you both, his arms wrapped tightly around you body to his chest.

"I love you too"

"I also meant it when I said you can't wear his sweaters"

"Bucky-

"Mine"

-

"I want my $20"

[ashlinxsloves]

A/N: Okay, I decided to write this on a whim, but Vergil going to the oculist with you because you need to get your eyes checked/get your glasses fixed due to the lens cracking. This is for my girlies who wear glasses/contact lenses! Also self-indulgent so bear with me lol 🤭

Warnings: none, just fluff!!

"You need to get new glasses," Vergil states, seeing the cracked lens and crooked frame of your glasses. You've been wearing contacts for the past few weeks, due to your glasses getting broken during one of your missions.

"I know, I know.. I'll get to that soon," you murmured, too busy filing the paperwork to get to deal with repairing your glasses. Rubbing your eyes gently, you sighed, feeling how dry they were getting from excessively using contact lenses.

Vergil took your hands from your eyes, he called your name softly before making you look at him, "We should go get your glasses fixed.. you're struggling to see, aren't you?"

Finally listening to Vergil's advice, you went to the optician with him to get your glasses fixed after a few days. You also decided to get a quick eye test to see if your eyesight had gotten worse and it thankfully didn't change much from your last checkup.

"You should get a new frame, Miss. The one you have right now is pretty crooked and we advise that you get a new one to make it easier for our optician to place the lens without it falling off the frame."

The sales lady recommended while you contemplated the expenses, checking your balance before Vergil placed his hand on your shoulder, catching your attention.

"I'll pay for it, don't worry," he murmured, his gaze softening a bit before going back to his usual stoic frown. "Just pick something out."

You smiled sweetly at him, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek which caught him slightly off guard, his head ducking down a bit as he tried to hide the smile that was trying to escape.

While you picked out a new frame, Vergil was just looking around at the male glasses frames, letting out a low hum when you tugged his coat sleeve.

"How do these look?" you asked, Vergil tilting your head up so he could get a better look at your face.

"Mmm.. they look nice," he murmured, nodding gently as you smiled. "You should get them."

Paying for your expenses, Vergil then took you out on a walk, the glasses were planned to be finished and ready to be picked up in a few days.

"You didn't have to pay for them, you know? I had some funds in my account left from the last mission I got paid for," you spoke up whilst kicking a loose pebble on the sidewalk, a small smile on your lips.

Vergil just grunted in response, his eyes trained on you as you walked towards an ice cream stand not too far away. "Do you want ice cream?"

You asked your boyfriend, seeing him tilt his head to the side at your antics. His stoic expression didn't change but his eyes did soften a bit as he gave you a small nod. You got your ice cream flavours, handing him his cone before paying for the dessert this time.

Vergil gave you a sidelong glance, shaking his head but not daring to argue with you as the two of you found a bench to sit on.

"You picked out dark forest berries for me," he pointed out, looking at the purple-white treat in front of him before taking a bite out of it. He blinked before taking another bite, causing you to giggle. Vergil liked the flavour even if he didn't admit it out loud.

After the ice cream, the two of you decided to go on a short walk around a park not too far from the shop's neighbourhood. Vergil was holding the Yamato in one hand while holding yours in his other.

"You know," you started, a small grin forming on your lips, "you wouldn't look so bad in glasses too."

"I have perfectly good vision, my love," he countered, shaking his head gently at your suggestion. But now that you pointed it out... maybe he did need some. For reading, anyway.

Vergil just put the thought away for later, instead focusing on the sweet moment he was having with you and your insistent rambling about the things you had planned for the day.

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You're jealous but you can't do anything because you're not dating him (Part 7) - Wakatoshi Ushijima

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

Pairing: Ushijima x Fem! reader

Genre: Angst to fluff

Warnings: none, really? Reader calls him Toshi.

Requested by: @ushisrever

A/N: Can't believe I posted the last update to this more than two years ago. Has it really been that long???? The incomplete series has been bothering me for two years now lmao. Didn't think I'd ever find a fitting scenario for Ushiwaka but thanks to @dira333 helping me sound off some ideas, I was able to get that perfect "snap!" you get when you fit a puzzle piece in perfectly. Gave me enough brain juice to write this out before going back into hibernation.

Serving you some fresh, hot angst and then some lol. Enjoy the burn and then the healing. For someone who was as far removed from Ushiwaka (emotionally) as one can, writing this actually made me see him in a new light. Loved writing him. Hopefully, it stays as true to his canon nature as it can. Hopefully I don't trash this before it's out💀 but if you're reading this, it's good lol.

It feels like the entire Shiratorizawa is at the gates of the school.

"I can't believe she's coming to our school!"

"AAA I can't stop imagining how she'll look in our school uniform."

"Do you think she already has a boyfriend? Maybe I have a chance?"

"I don't know about a boyfriend but you certainly don't have a chance with her."

"Must you always be so cruel?!"

"If you think a star child actor who has made it so big in the industry is going to date a simpleton like you, you're delusional."

You sigh, annoyed, as you try to make your way through the babbling crowd. You're already late for your morning classes and you couldn't care any less about Hoshiko Nakamura. Or any celebrity for that matter.

"In fact, I don't think any boy in this school has a chance with her. Hmm... except maybe Ushiwaka? Not that he'd be interested in dating her anyway. Sometimes I feel like that guy doesn't have any emotions at all."

Your ears perk up at the Ace's name.

Wakatoshi Ushijima has become somewhat of a celebrity at school ever since he was selected for the under 19 representative for Japan in the Youth World Championship.

He was already well known as the formidable volleyball player who crushes any team that he takes on. However, his serious and stoic nature has kept most people from approaching him. Till now, at least.

The girl was right. Wakatoshi wouldn't even think about dating anyone. You seem fairly sure of that. However, the suggestion still leaves a bad taste in your mouth.

You're wrong about him not having any emotions you think as you finally break free from the crowd and sprint towards your classroom.

You've known Wakatoshi for as long as you can remember. You remember when his family moved into the house next to yours when you were just little kids. You remember watching the reserved, determined figure of the boy practicing volleyball all by himself in the nearby park. You remember going up to him and offering to play with him. Out of all these memories, the most vivid of them all was the way his eyes subtly lit up when you said you wanted to play with him.

Time has blurred into a haze since then. Even though you both went to different schools all through junior and middle school years, you both kept alive the tradition of playing volleyball together in park.

"You should come to Shiratorizawa," he had said that fateful day. You both were in the last year of middle school. It was a beautiful evening as you both walked back home from the park, the setting sun throwing hues of red and gold across the partially cloudy sky.

"That's not in my hands. I tried in middle school, remember? I want Shiratorizawa but Shiratorizawa doesn't seem to want me," you said, kicking a pebble on the road. Funny how I could say the same about you.

"That was three years ago. You have grown," he said without pause.

"We'll see. I don't want to get my hopes too high. You know just as well as I do that they give preference to athletes over normal students like me. Casual volleyball games with you are just about as sporty as I get," you said as you reached out to open the gate to your home.

You turned to say goodbye to him and found him looking at you, his expression more serious than usual.

"It's not about athleticism."

"Shiratorizawa only accepts the best. Be it volleyball or anything else. I believe you fit into that category. You should come," he says, looking straight into your eyes.

Your stomach flutters. How could he have so much faith in you? There is no doubt that he believes in you because Wakatoshi Ushijima always means what he says. Almost 5 years of knowing him had taught you that. You still found it hard to digest, though.

"I'll try my best, I promise."

"I know you will."

"Class, please give a warm welcome your new classmate, Hoshiko Nakamura!"

You can't help but gawk at her. Saying she is pretty would be a severe understatement. If she looks pretty on screen, it is nothing compared to what she looks like off screen. You look at your desk partner to see if he is thinking the same. Wakatoshi, however, seems to simply be listening to the teacher.

"Miss Nakamura, I'm sure you will have no problem settling in here. To kind of help you settle in this new environment, I was thinking of seating you next to Ushijima as I believe you two have met before at some of the national events."

The teacher might as well have thrown a bus at you and it would have felt just about the same as you do now.

Hoshiko's face lights up. "That would be great. Wakatoshi-kun has always been a delight to be with. Thank you for having me," she says and bows.

Did she just call him by his first name?

"Ah, Y/N, sorry for springing this on you so suddenly. I wanted to get a hold of you before morning class but couldn't. I hope it's not a problem," the teacher says.

You force a polite smile. "It's not a problem at all," you say and start packing your bag.

Hoshiko walks up to the desk and waits patiently for you to gather your stuff, thanking you again.

Your legs feel heavy as you take the empty seat diagonal to them in the adjacent row.

I'm panicking for no reason. They just know each other from an event. It makes sense to make her sit with a familiar and safe person, given her popularity. Yes, Wakatoshi is definitely the ideal choice in this scenario. He is not someone who would be creepy in any sense. He's also strong and intimidating so it would keep the creeps away. It's fine. It'll be fine. Nothing is going to happen between them... right?

"Wakatoshi-kun, I'm so glad I got to sit next to you," she says, smiling at him, speaking loud enough for people sitting nearby to hear.

"Actually, if I'm being honest, when I decided to come back to my hometown to complete my studies, I knew I wanted to go to Shiratorizawa immediately," she continues.

"Of course. Shiratorizawa is the best school in the prefecture. It's only natural to want to study here," Ushijima says, completely seriously.

Hoshiko blushes. "Ah... that is not what I meant... nevermind," she says, causing the guy behind them to burst into laughter.

It seems like the hollow sensation growing in your stomach is here to stay.

It has been two months since the day Hoshiko joined your school. With Ushijima going to school earlier than usual and practicing late into the night for the Inter High preliminaries, he hasn't been able to spend much time with you lately. Normally, this wouldn't have bothered you because you could see him in class everyday but with Hoshiko now taking your place, you barely get to say more than hi to him.

However, with the prelims now over and the upcoming week-long break ahead, you're hoping to get some one-on-one time with him once again. All these years with him have made him such an intrinsic part of your daily life that it feels like something big is missing when he's not around. To the world, Wakatoshi Ushijima might be a lot of things. But to you, Wakatoshi Ushijima is home. He is comfort. He is strength. He is someone that you know like the back of your own hand. He is someone that your heart always keeps coming back to. He is the only love you have ever known.

You know that he doesn't share the same feelings for you. But that doesn't stop your heart from longing for him.

The lessons for the day are over and you walk back to your class, eager to pack your bag and go home with Ushijima. You wonder if he'll want to go to the park in the evening.

"She's asking him out! She's asking him out!"

"No WAY! I am SO jealous."

A small crowd has gathered around the window and they're whispering amongst themselves as they look outside.

"Man, that Ushiwaka is so lucky! He gets to date the most beautiful girl in the entire country."

"I mean… he is in the nation's top 3 aces and an under 19 representative of Japan. Not to mention he's tall and strong and good looking. They're actually perfect for each other."

Your heart drops down to your feet.

You look out the window and find yourself looking at Hoshiko and Ushijima standing a ways away from the school building. They're in a quiet, secluded spot and Hoshiko seems to be blushing as she says something to him. You see him nod and say something in return. Hoshiko's face lights up in pure delight and even though they are at a distance, you can hear the joy in her voice.

"No way!!!! He said yes?? I thought he wasn't interested in girls!"

"Goddamn it! There goes my chance!"

You feel dizzy as you watch the two of them walk back to school together.

No. This can't be. You have always known that he doesn't like you that way. But you thought he wasn't interested in dating at all.

No. You shouldn't make any assumptions just yet. These gossip mongers are messing with your head. For all you know, he could have said yes to being in a show or something. You shouldn't despair before you hear the truth from him.

You blink back your tears and run to your class. Thankfully, it's empty. You take a few deep breaths to calm yourself and wait. Both of them soon appear in the hallway. The crowd surrounds them instantly, wanting to drown them in questions but Ushijima breaks away from them easily and walks towards the class. He comes up to you.

"Y/N. I'm sorry I won't be able to come to the park today."

It's true.

"Hoshiko and I are going to watch this new movie playing at the theatre-"

He's going on a date with her.

"Apparently it has a lot of volleyball in it-"

He's going on a date with h-

"You should join us."

Huh?

"What?"

"I figured you might like it since you play volleyball with me even though you don't play it otherwise."

What? What? What?? What is happening right now??

Ushijima patiently waits for your answer.

"Uh... Whose idea was it to go to the movie?"

"Nakamura's. Why?"

"And how did she bring up the idea?"

"Well, I was returning from the club and she asked to speak to me in private. And then she told me about the movie and if I wanted to watch it with her."

He didn't get it.

"Ah... Toshi... I'm pretty sure she was asking you out on a date."

His eyes widen with surprise.

"A... date? But she never said she had romantic feelings for me."

Could this mean...? Can I hope...?

"Well, her asking you out on the date was her way of saying it."

"I see. I didn't realise. Thank you for telling me. In that case, I should tell her my feelings for her as well."

He has feelings for her.

Your heart shatters.

You're glad that he walks out right away because you couldn't have stopped your tears from coming out even if you wanted to. You run out of the back door, desperate to get far away.

I guess I was the problem all this time. I just wasn't someone you could look at that way.

You had always known that. You had always known that he didn't feel for you the way you did. But that hadn't stopped you from falling for him. Hard. How could you have not? Eight years of knowing him... You didn't even realise when you fell for him. Loving him just came so naturally to you.

Logically, it makes sense. They make sense. She is beautiful and tall and smart. And so is he. They are the type of couple who would be featured on the cover of a magazine. Which, given their career trajectories, is bound to happen sooner or later.

But the heart doesn't care for logic and at this moment you feel like it will actually burst from the amount of pain you're feeling.

You spend the rest of the evening and the entire night crying in your room.

Morning comes and you feel worse than ever. Your head is throbbing, your nose is stuffy and your eyes are swollen. You decide to skip school. It's the last day before break anyway. Maybe this break will be good for you. It will give you some time to adjust to everything and compose yourself.

You go back to bed and sleep through the entire day.

You thought you'd feel better after getting some rest but you still feel like shit.

You drag yourself out of bed. Your entire body feels like it weighs ten times more.

Maybe a shower and some fresh air will do you good.

You head out.

No matter how much you try to think of something else, your mind keeps coming back to him. Your eyes keep searching for him. You look in the direction of his room. The curtains are open and you can see it is empty.

Of course he's not home yet. He's probably out with her again.

Even though it's barely a minute away, you feel exhausted by the time you reach the park. Thankfully, it is empty.

You sit on one of the swings and look around. Most of your memories with Ushijima are tied to this park. This is where you both have spent the majority of your last eight years together.

All the sweet memories make you tear up again.

"You didn't come to school today."

You were so lost in your head that you didn't realise when he walked up to you. You blink back your tears.

"Oh... hi. Yeah, I - I wasn't feeling very well today," you say, not meeting his eye.

"You seem upset."

He noticed.

"Oh... I'm fine. Really. It's just been a rough day. It's nothing to worry about," you say, still evading his gaze.

He sits on the swing next to you. You look to the side and see he has a volleyball in his lap.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

You quickly avert your gaze again.

"No."

"I see. Well, would you like me to distract you? Talk about something else?"

It is getting harder to keep your tears in check. You're sure your voice will crack if you speak. You just nod.

"You would've liked the movie. It wasn't as focused on volleyball as Nakamura said it would-"

Great. He's chosen the worst topic he could have talked about. You don't want to hear about his date. You need to change the topic. Quickly.

"What are you doing here?" you blurt out the one question that has been weighing on your mind ever since he came here.

"What do you mean? I came here to play volleyball with you."

"I- I mean... I thought you would spend your free time with Ho-Hoshiko from now."

"Why would I do that?"

"B- because you're d-dating her?" Your voice cracks.

"I am not dating Nakamura."

What?

"What do you mean you're not dating her? I thought you liked her. Didn't you go on a date with her yesterday?"

"I do like her. Just not romantically. And no, I went to watch the movie with Tendou. She had already bought the tickets so I bought them from her. I wanted to watch it with you but you went home. "

"But... you left to tell her your feelings for her..."

"I did. I wanted to clarify that I only feel for her as a friend. It was only thanks to you that I was able to tell her in time before I ended up hurting her unintentionally."

"I...see..."

Relief floods your heart. You suddenly feel a hundred pounds lighter. You finally gather the courage to look at him. He is looking right back at you.

"Can I ask you something?" you say, your lower lip trembling.

"Of course."

"Do you have romantic feelings for anyone?"

You instantly regret speaking up as soon as the question leaves your mouth. You know he never lies. And if he doesn't feel the same w-

"Yes. You."

You stare at him blankly.

It's subtle but his expression has changed from completely serious to something a little softer. You can't quite place what it is. Is it concern? nervousness? Adoration?

"R-really? You like me? Romantically?"

"Yes."

"Since when?"

"Ah," he rubs his chin, "I'm not sure..."

You're still having difficulty believing that any of this is real.

"You know," he continues, "After my father, you were the first person who ever wanted to play with me."

He points towards the corner of the park. "I was practicing against that wall that day when you came up to me. Do you remember?"

"Of course I remember. I can never forget that day."

"So many people have come and gone from my life but you have been with me for so long that, I guess somewhere along the way I just assumed you would stay forever. Which, I now realise, I shouldn't have."

He feels the same. He has always felt the same.

"Toshi?"

He turns to you again.

"I love you."

He breaks into a soft smile.

"I love you too."

Holyshit this was a ride. I'm glad I wrote this and I hope you guys enjoy.

Reblogs appreciated. Please do not steal or repost.

Taglist: @pinkiipeachiikeen @duckymcdoorknob @kakiwrites @ebiharachan @r0binscript I wasn't sure if you guys still want to be tagged for this series, seeing that it has been over two years so let me know if you want me to remove you from the taglist.

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[jingyichickenwings]

This is less of a Deep Cut and more of a case of schadenfreude, but I love when various members of a creative team are messy in public about their high budget group project. Reality TV for nerds. It speaks to a profound lack of media training or fucks given. You guys realize that future employers can Google you, right? Unintentionally hilarious.

Linke and Yee were told in no uncertain terms that their season 1 storyboard was shit, so they hired Overton, who hired half a dozen actual writers, and they did basically a full overhaul. The script was objectively much better. But this was Linke's baby, and several years later you still see signs that he is Big Mad that he didn't get his way, and that he doesn't know or care about what actually became season 1 canon. I'm sorry that your Jewish stereotype villain didn't get to be a pedophile, I guess? Idk. Yes, yes, I am sure your version of Svengali is really innovative. Maybe someday, buddy.

Meanwhile they start writing season 2 in early 2020, while the season 1 air date isn't until November of 2021. So, they don't have public feedback on the script yet, just, yanno, actual writing professionals. Anyway, according to Overton, they needed to fire the non-management part of the writing team because of the pandemic?! Lmao babygirl you do your best and I respect commitment to the official PR excuse but nobody sensible believes this. Netflix writers average 110k/year, and you needed six or so from season 1. That is not a big part of the overall budget. Also, y'all could have saved money with Zoom meetings.

So the very thing that saved the season 1 script got line-itemed "because of the pandemic". That sounds like an extremely convenient excuse for Linke to be like, no, fuck you all, we are going back to Plan A, the rough draft of season 2 based on his shitty version of season 1. Honey. That ship has sailed. You already lost this argument.

So presumably some combination of Linke/Yee/Riot/Netflix was like, it's important that we have at least one actual grown adult writer on staff. So Overton gets to keep her job.

Now, I want to preface this by saying that season 2 would have been even worse without Overton. That being said, there is a reason they needed a deeper bench of writing staff. Overton and Linke over-connect with the characters Caitlyn and Jayce respectively, to a degree that they frequently forgot to evaluate how other characters would likely behave in certain situations. It led to contrivances, plot holes, etc. There is a lot I could add here but tbh go read any of the meta already out there.

In addition to the Mary Sue type behavior, Overton thought it would be Neat to make the writing more like Avengers, like multiverse time travel fuckery is a shiny beach pebble and not narrative napalm. What in the ADHD was she thinking? Even if they had the run time to world build enough for this, there was nothing in season 1 to even suggest this as an option. And let's be fucking honest, multiverse a lot of why Marvel is on a downward spiral. If Viktor can go to Build-A-Bear Workshop and 3-D print a million Jayces, why should I give a shit about his kill count? He can just be kind, rewind, and try again. Actions are decoupled from consequences.

Anyway, moving back to the topic at hand of the Arcane team. Apparently, Overton, Linke and Yee only half-wrote season 2?! Linke said something about how they "extensively collaborated with Fortiche on the story"? Which, it's not inherently a bad idea to get creative feedback from your art team, but ummm, maybe the writers and Fortiche should have worked to a point of agreement on basic story beats. Based on a lot of what Fortiche has said, the art for season 2 passive aggressively advances what they wanted the writing to be against Linke's wishes. They literally have just been straight up disagreeing with Linke and getting paid for it. Which, to be fair, I respect the sheer pettiness! Linke can't write his own damn show but wants to slow down the very expensive art team? When the actual writers that got fired "because of the pandemic" would have caught a lot of the season 2 issues?

So post airing of season 2, Overton is all about that girlboss copaganda, Linke is having multiple public meltdowns and getting fired by Riot(?), and multiple voice actors and artists at Fortiche are being like "yeah, we actually wanted something else so there are now multiple competing narratives for season 2". Which is hilarious. The way in which the show is messy is the same way in which the creators are messy. These bitches are a cautionary tale about hubris and the need to engage in team-building.

(EDIT MARCH 11: the fired rumors seem to be old/inaccurate, see comments for details)

[nhaaauyen]

is it casual now? ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

modern sev x reader au: after a shitty day at work, you go to the beach to release some stress, only for a certain coworker to show up.

series masterpost: floating wc: 4.2k author's note: everything that happened in this fic did actually happen with a girl I was seeing LMAOO (except for the kiss cause i was too shy) but i’ve been wanting to write an ode to this memory for so long! though the title was named after casual by chappell roan, i actually don't recommend you listen to it when you read this because this is anything but casual ~ My Song Recommendation

Sev: Why are you at the beach at 11PM? You: ? You: Why can't I be? Sev: Because it closes at 12am Sev: And you said before you don't go out past 11PM on workdays You: I didn't know you worked for the beach patrol Sev: Lol

You stare at your phone screen, watching the three message dots bounce back and forth. You know you're being an asshole, but you can't help the snappiness in your tone. Sevika never cared or talked to you outside of work before, so why does she suddenly care now?

The typing bubbles disappear and relief washes over you, but a small, masochistic part of you wishes she'd actually sent something.

Sev: Are you good?

The three-word question glares at you from the screen. 

Are you good? Absolutely not. 

But this is Sev, the woman who doesn't bother with greetings or a courtesy "How are you" despite working together for months. How do you answer a question that could unravel the emotions you're barely keeping at bay, especially to someone who's never asked before?

You: Yeah  You: I'll go soon so you don't have to stalk my location haha Sev: Alright

You stare at the tiny message bubble until the blue light stings your eyes. Finally, you shut off your phone and toss it onto your makeshift blanket.

The beach is eerily quiet save for the rhythmic crashing of waves against the shore. The moon hangs low in the sky, casting a silvery glow across the water and illuminating the foam as it rushes up the sand. You sit there as the incident at work replays in your mind for the hundredth time. Your head server's harsh words, the embarrassment of being scolded in public, the shame from how quick you were brought to tears - it all comes rushing back, making your chest tighten. 

The cool sand beneath your fingers grounds you somewhat and you inhale deeply, letting the briny scent of the ocean fill your lungs. 

A cool breeze picks up, causing goosebumps to rise on your arms. You shiver as you sit there, feeling small and vulnerable, and you can't help but wonder how you'll face everyone tomorrow. The thought makes your stomach churn, and you close your eyes, trying to shut out the world for just a little longer.

As you close your eyes, a new sound cuts through the sounds of waves crashing against the shore. The crunch of rubber tires over pebbles grows louder, and suddenly, a bright light washes over you. You squint, momentarily blinded by the harsh glare of headlights.

"You really had to make me search for you, Pagli?"

Your head whips around in shock, eyes wide as you see Sevika stepping out of her car. You scramble to your feet, brushing sand from your clothes.

"Sev? What are you— You didn't have to come here," you protest.

She approaches with a casual shrug. "Well, too bad, cause I was near here anyways. Had to make sure you weren't drowning or joining a beach cult."

You can't help but let out a small, incredulous laugh. "A beach cult? Really?"

"Hey, you never know," Sevika retorts with a smirk. "I don’t know what you like to do late at night."

You shake your head, trying to maintain your composure. "I appreciate the concern, but I'm fine. You should go home."

"Nah, I think I'll stick around," she says, plopping down on the sand next to where you were sitting. "Unless you've got some secret midnight rituals planned?"

You roll your eyes, but feel your resolve weakening. "You're stubborn as hell, you know that?"

"Part of my charm," Sevika replies with a wink. "Now, are you gonna sit back down, or do I have to drag you?"

After a moment's hesitation, you sigh and lower yourself back onto the sand. "Fine, you win. But don't expect me to be good company."

"Wouldn't dream of it," Sevika says softly, her tone gentler than before. "But I'm here if you want to talk. Or not talk. Whatever you need."

“I’m good.”  You replied.

“Fine with me.” 

As you sit in silence, Sevika reaches into her pocket and pulls out a joint. You can't help but shake your head in disbelief.

"You're unbelievable," you mutter.

She glances at you, eyebrow raised. "What?"

"Do you just have an unlimited source of that or something?"

Sevika just shrugs, a small smirk playing on her lips as she places the joint between them. As she fumbles for her lighter, she catches you staring and pauses.

"Do you want some?" she offers casually.

You hesitate, fingers fidgeting in the sand. "No... uh, I never tried."

Her eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "Serious?"

"Yeah," you admit, feeling a bit self-conscious.

Sevika's expression softens slightly. "Well, Pagli, I'm in a sharing mood, so..."

You shake your head quickly. "Nah, I'm gonna embarrass myself. I don't know how to..."

"It's easy," she assures you. "Just inhale, hold it for a bit, and release."

You eye the joint warily. "Uh, shit... Yeah sure."

Instead of handing it over, Sevika brings the joint to her lips and lights it. You watch intently as she demonstrates, her cheeks hollowing slightly as she inhales. She holds it for a moment, then slowly exhales a stream of smoke into the night air.

Your eyes are fixed on her, taking in every detail of the process. There's something almost mesmerizing about the way the smoke curls from her lips, dissipating into the darkness.

Sevika turns to you, holding out the joint. "Your turn, if you want."

You hesitate, your heart racing a little. Part of you wants to refuse, to play it safe knowing that you wouldn’t risk humiliation in front of your coworker when you end up messing up, but another part of you was just completely over this day.

Slowly, you reach out and take the joint from her fingers, your skin brushing against hers for a brief moment.

You take the joint, bringing it to your lips with nervous anticipation. Trying to mimic Sevika's actions, you inhale deeply. Immediately, your eyes go wide as the smoke hits your lungs. You start coughing violently, your throat burning.

To your surprise, Sevika gently pats your back. "It's okay, Pagli! Damn. You just gotta practice some more."

As your coughing subsides, you realize this is the most Sevika has ever talked to you. It's oddly comforting, despite your embarrassment. You hand the joint back to her and she casually takes a puff, with her head leaning back slightly as she exhales.

"You're not cold?"

"No, why?" you ask, puzzled.

She gestures at your outfit. "Because you haven't changed out of your work uniform."

Instead of answering - because you know where that conversation would lead - you reach for the joint again. This time, you focus intently on mimicking Sevika's technique. You inhale, hold it for a moment, and exhale. There's still a slight cough, but it's significantly better than your first attempt.

"Hell yeah!" you exclaim, feeling a small surge of pride. "I sorta did it!"

Sevika gives you a half-grin that makes your heart skip a beat. "See? You're gonna be a pro soon." She pauses, her grin widening slightly. "But you're gonna get super hungry later at this rate."

Your eyes widen as realization hits you. "Oh fuck, you're right. I didn't bring any food," you say, a slight pout forming on your lips.

"I brought something," she offers, "but in exchange, you have to tell me what's going on."

You roll your eyes, you weren’t going to fall for that. "I can deal with it."

"Fine," she shrugs, "then no more." She makes a motion as if to put out the joint.

"What? I'm still practicing!" you protest. "What happened to trying to get me to the pro league?"

Sevika just laughs, the sound unexpectedly warm. "Sorry, there's an entry fee."

You sigh, knowing you're cornered. "Fine," you mutter, then barely above a whisper, add, "I fucked up bad at work today."

Her expression turns serious. "What do you mean?"

Taking a deep breath, you tucked a stray hair behind your ear and avoided eye contact. "There was this creepy guy at one of my tables. He kept specifically asking for random things like more napkins or refills, and I knew why he did that." You shudder slightly at the memory. "I wanted to switch with a male server, but we were too booked so I just tried to bear with it.  I didn’t think he would cross any lines since it looked like he was with family too."

Sevika listens intently as you continue, "It got too far when he kept making me uncomfortable, saying he would tip well if I gave him my number." Your hands clenched into fists in the sand. "So after I came back, I... I 'accidentally' spilled water on him."

You can't meet Sevika's eyes as you finish, "I knew it was unprofessional and petty, but I was so frustrated. After getting yelled at by the head server, it kind of hit me what I did."

As you fall silent, you feel a mix of shame and lingering anger. You wait anxiously for Sevika's response, afraid to see judgment in her eyes.

But Sevika's response catches you off guard. "He deserved it," she says firmly.

Your eyes widen in surprise. "Huh? But I made a mess because I couldn't keep my emotions in check. You know there are always going to be horrible customers..."

She cuts you off with a shake of her head. "Nah, he deserved it. It's a shame you couldn't stay to watch when I kicked him out and announced that he was trying to grope one of our servers in front of his entire family and the restaurant."

You stare at her incredulously for a moment before bursting out laughing. "No way? You actually did that?"

Sevika shrugs nonchalantly. "What's Silco gonna do? I'm the best general manager he's got." She pauses, a prideful glint in her eye. "Though our head server might need a bit of retraining."

You can't believe what you're hearing. Sev, the Sev, actually stood up for you. A wave of gratitude washes over you, and you suddenly feel shy.

"Thank you... for that," you murmur. "It meant a lot."

She just nods in response, a comfortable silence falling between you. Sevika passes you the joint again, and this time when you take a hit, you manage to do it without coughing. 

"I did it!" you exclaim, unable to contain your enthusiasm.

"Look at you, you might get into the Olympics next." She teased.

The tension from earlier completely dissipated, and you can't help but feel a newfound appreciation for Sevika.

"Okay, you gotta slow down now. This is your first time," Sevika warns, pulling the joint away as you reach for it again.

"Nooo, give it," you whine, making a half-hearted grab for it.

She shakes her head firmly. "Nuh-uh." Sevika puts out the joint despite your protests.  Then, without warning, she announces, "I'm lying down."

"What?" you ask, confused by the sudden change.

Sevika doesn't respond, just leans back onto an apron acting as your beach blanket. After a moment's hesitation, you did the same. It's only now that you realize how close she is. You can see the rise and fall of her chest, steady and rhythmic.

You close your eyes, letting the sensations wash over you. "Do you hear that?" you murmur. "The waves sound amazing." A small giggle escapes your lips.

"It's hitting you now," Sevika observes, amusement coloring her voice.

"Shhh, Sev. Listen," you insist, your voice barely above a whisper.  If only you didn’t close your eyes at that moment, because then you would’ve seen the shy smile appear on her lips at the nickname that she only lets you use on her.

As you concentrate on the sound of the waves, you became aware that you're also following the pattern of Sevika's breathing. It's oddly comforting, this synchronicity between her, you, and the ocean.

Curiosity gets the better of you, and you dare to look over at her. Your breath catches in your throat as you realize she's staring at you with those stormy gray eyes that never seem to reveal anything. The intensity of her gaze sends a jolt through you, triggering an immediate panic.

You sit up abruptly, your heart racing. Sevika follows, concern etched on her previously relaxed face. "What's wrong?"

"Uh, I'm hungry," you blurt out, desperate for a distraction.

Sevika just laughs, the sound rich and warm. "Here, I’m glad I brought this," she says, reaching into her pocket. She pulls out a colorful bag of sour gummy worms, the plastic crinkling loudly in the quiet night.

The sight of the candy, so unexpectedly bright in contrast to Sevika's stoic character, makes you laugh. You watch as she pulls out a gummy worm, the candy stretching slightly before she bites into it. The casual act feels strangely intimate in this moment, and you find yourself transfixed by the movement of her jaw as she chews.

"Want one?" she asks, holding out the bag to you.

Your fingers brush against hers as you reach for a candy, sending another small shiver through you. As you pop the gummy worm into your mouth, the burst of sour flavor feels like a shock against your tongue.

While you devoured practically half the bag, Sevika stretches languidly before lying back down on the sand. You followed suit, turning to face her. This time, feeling way less sober than the beginning, you don't shy away from her gaze.

You notice one of her usually tucked fringes has come loose, falling softly across her forehead. Your fingers twitch with the urge to brush it back, but you manage to restrain yourself.

Sevika's eyes are fixed on you, her expression softer than you've ever seen it. "I'm tired," she mumbles, her voice low and slightly husky. "I want to sleep... this feels nice."

A dopey smile spreads across your face at the sight of her uncharacteristic vulnerability. "Do it," you encourage gently.

"Wake me up in a bit?" she asks, her eyelids already starting to droop.

"Of course," you assure her.

As Sevika's eyes close, you sit there, taking in the moment. You listened to the rhythm of her breathing mix with the sound of the waves and the refreshing sea breeze. 

Suddenly, Sevika makes a noise that's almost like a whine. "It's cold," she murmurs, not opening her eyes.

"Really?" you ask, surprised.

"Yeah," she confirms. Then, to your shock, she says, "Come here."

Before you can process what's happening, Sevika is draping her red jacket over both of you. The action brings you even closer to her, and your brain struggles to keep up with this new development.

You find yourself studying Sevika's features up close. Her nose, which you've always thought was cute but never dared to admit, her long lashes resting against her cheeks, and the scar that runs across her cheekbone.

The warmth of her body so close to yours, the scent of her cologne mingling with the salt air, the soft sound of her breathing - it all combined to create a moment so intimate and unexpected that you feel almost dizzy with it. You're acutely aware of every point where your body is almost, but not quite, touching hers.

Your heart is pounding so loudly you're sure she must be able to hear it. But Sevika's breathing has evened out, suggesting she's drifting off to sleep. You lie there, barely daring to move, caught between the desire to savor this moment and the fear of disturbing her.

You find yourself caught in Sevika's gaze as her eyes slowly flutter open. The moonlight reflects in her dark irises, creating an almost ethereal effect. 

"What are you staring at?"

Your heart skips a beat. "You," you reply without thinking, then immediately feel heat rush to your cheeks.

A smirk plays at the corner of Sevika's lips. "Mmm... you're plotting my murder, right?"

You can't help but chuckle softly. "Haha, of course.  I’ve been waiting months for this moment.”

"Damn," she sighs dramatically, through her eyes sparkled with amusement. "At least I get a gorgeous view before my final moments."

The air between you suddenly feels charged. You fall silent, profoundly aware of every breath, every subtle movement. Sevika's hair has fallen across her face, obscuring part of her scar. Without really thinking about it, you reach out, gently tucking the errant strand behind her ear.

As you start to pull your hand back, Sevika's fingers wrap around your wrist. Her touch is gentle, a stark contrast to her usual brusque demeanor. You freeze, your breath catching in your throat.

"Don't," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the soft lapping of waves.

Sevika holds your hand gently, her calloused fingers tracing over yours with surprising tenderness. She examines each fingertip as if committing them to memory. Just as you're getting lost in the intimacy of the moment, she breaks the silence.

"You got tiny ass hands, Pagli.”

You blink, taken aback. "Excuse me?"

Sevika bursts out laughing, the sound rich and wonderful. Her head tilts back, revealing a full set of stunning teeth. The sight momentarily captivates you, but you quickly recover, determined not to let her win this moment.

"You know, I was only trying to steal the gummies," you retort, trying to keep a straight face.

Her eyebrow arches challengingly. "Really? Come and get it then."

Before you know it, you're both wrestling on the makeshift blanket. Sand flies everywhere as you tussle, laughter filling the air. It's been so long since you've felt this carefree, this alive. Your worries from earlier seem like a distant memory now.

Somehow, you manage to gain the upper hand. You find yourself practically pinning Sevika down, your faces mere inches apart. You can feel her warm breath on your skin, catching the faint scent of weed. Your heart races, and for a moment, you're tempted to close that small distance between you.

Instead, you break the tension by snatching the bag of gummies from her grasp. "I win!" you declare triumphantly.

But even as you say it, the victory feels hollow. The gummy bag hangs limp in your hand as you watch Sevika accept defeat with surprising grace. She's still beneath you, her chest rising and falling with each breath, her eyes locked on yours.

You wish you could reach out and caress her face, trace the line of her scar, feel the softness of her skin again. The urge is almost overwhelming, but you hold back, unsure of how she'd react. The moment stretches between you, filled with unspoken words and possibilities.

Sevika pats the spot next to her, inviting you back. You settle in, acutely aware of her warmth beside you. Her eyes, dark and curious, search your face.

"What are you thinking about now, Pagli?" she asks softly.

Before you can stop yourself, the words tumble out. "I want to play with your hair."

Immediately, heat rushes to your face. You're about to stammer an apology when Sevika takes your hand, guiding it to her hair. The silky softness surprises you, and you can't help but run your fingers through the strands.

Sevika's eyes flutter closed, a contented sigh escaping her lips. Encouraged, you begin to gently massage her scalp, marveling at how relaxed she seems.

"What does Pagli mean?" you whisper.

A smirk plays on Sevika's lips. "Crazy girl," she replies without skipping a beat.

"Huh?!" You're not sure whether to be offended or flattered.

"It's because you do crazy and bold things. I like that about you."

Your stomach flutters with warmth at the admission. Sevika leans into your touch, murmuring, "That feels amazing."

Gradually, she shifts closer, until her head is tucked against your chest. You can feel the steady pace of her breathing, the warmth of her body against yours. Without really meaning to, you find yourselves practically spooning.

As you stretch out, your feet brush against her shins, and you realize just how much taller she is. It's oddly endearing, this contrast between you. Your fingers continue their gentle exploration of her hair, occasionally trailing down to trace the curve of her neck.

The moment feels soft, intimate in a way you never expected. The sound of waves provides a soothing backdrop, and the moonlight casts a gentle glow over you both. You're struck by how vulnerable Sevika looks like this, all her usual sharp edges softened.

You want to say something, to put into words the feeling blooming in your chest, but you're afraid to break the spell. So instead, you hold her close, savoring the unexpected comfort of this moment, wondering how something so beautiful could arise from such a difficult day.

You keep replaying the moment when Sevika's strong arms practically dragged you into cuddling her. The memory sends a pleasant shiver down your spine. Your hand moves almost of its own accord, slowly rubbing circles on her back. You hear her sigh contentedly, the sound filling you with a warmth that has nothing to do with the physical closeness.

Just as you're sinking deeper into this blissful moment, bright white lights suddenly flash on, startling you both. A loud voice booms across the beach: "THE BEACH IS CLOSING IN 10 MINUTES. PLEASE MAKE YOUR WAY BACK TO THE PARKING LOT."

"Urghhh," you groan.  You instinctively buried your face into your hands.

Sevika's response is even more vocal - she lets out a louder, more dramatic groan that vibrates through her chest and into yours. The sound is so unexpected and so uncharacteristically cute, that you can't help but laugh.

Your laughter seems to break the spell. Sevika lifts her head, her hair mussed from your earlier attentions, and gives you a mock glare that's softened by the smile tugging at her lips.

"What's so funny, Pagli?" she asks, her voice husky with lingering sleep.

"Nothing," you say, still chuckling. "Just... I never pegged you for a whiner."

Sevika rolls her eyes. "Yeah, well, don't get used to it," she grumbles.

You lean in close to Sevika, whispering conspiratorially, "They can't kick us off if we hide in the sand, right?"

"Yeah, or if we stay really still," she adds, barely suppressing a grin.

You both freeze comically, trying to blend in with the beach around you. But as the final announcement blares across the sand, you finally admit defeat.

As you both reluctantly start to gather your things, you can't help but steal glances at Sevika. Her hair is tousled, her clothes rumpled from lying on the beach, and there's a softness to her expression that you've never seen before. It makes your heart do a little flip in your chest.

Just as you're about to lead the way back, Sevika suddenly grabs your hand, pulling you back towards her. Before you can react, her lips are on yours.

You were suddenly frozen, till your brain practically yelled, Fucking kiss the hot girl back you dumbass! Your hand immediately slides into her hair, and you respond back to the kiss with the same ferocity.  All the tension that's been building between you tonight finally finds its release. Her lips are softer than you imagined, moving against yours with a passion that takes your breath away.  

But the moment was short-lived when it was cut short by another blaring announcement. 

Sevika breaks away, growling, "I'm going to break that speaker."

You can't help but laugh at her annoyance, the sound bubbling up from the happiness overflowing in your chest. You lean in, giving her a quick peck on the lips. "C'mon, we can continue this later."

Sevika nods, a small but genuine smile playing on her lips. She has that look on her face, that is just so content and full of adoration that your legs practically felt like jelly.

“Race you back to the car, loser has to buy dinner!” You yell as you spirit across the sand.  

You were fortunate enough to get a head start because once Sev realized what was happening, you could already see a blur of her movement closing the distance through the corner of your eye. Your hair whipped wildly in the wind along your combined unadulterated, giddy laughters echoing in the night air.  

With her athletic build, she easily caught up to you but instead of surpassing you, her hand found yours. Her fingers intertwined with yours, fitting perfectly. The warmth of her palm against yours feels like the most natural thing in the world.

You two slowed your pace into an amble, the sound of waves fading behind you. Every so often, you steal glances at Sevika, still hardly believing this night has been real.

When her car comes into view, Sevika gives your hand a gentle squeeze. You turn to look at her, finding her eyes already on you, soft and full of something that makes you unsure of whether this moment was a dream or not.

Sevika tugs you closer, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "We should do this again sometime," she murmurs against your skin. "Minus the getting kicked off the beach part."

You chuckle at the joke and tuck your head into her chest, listening to her heartbeat. Thump. Thump.

"Thank you," she says quietly, her voice a small murmur above your ear, "for making a shitty day end beautifully."

You smile, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. 

"Thank you for finding me."

[banj0possum]

Alistair x (platonically) Teen Reader

In the fic he is like oh my god a bride, he walks in and instead of an adult..or a bride-

They find a teen, who literally threw a pebble at him, an angsty teen💀

I’m very happy to read ur fics and usually pair them with teen/child mc because I find it funny because they expect the love of their life

and teen mc standing there :🧍‍♂️

anyways sorry for the long request, luv ur writing, and ur art :D

Yandere! Evil King x Teen! GN! Reader

CW: platonic relationship, Alistair is a bit of a DILF so do with it as you will, Dads are hot you guys!! READER IS A MINOR.

👑 Who is this sassy lost child?

👑 His minions kidnapped you while you were on a carriage ride back to your kingdom.

👑 He was hoping for like a princess or something to marry and take over the kingdom with or whatever so like...what tf he gonna do with you???

👑 Clearly you were too young to be in a situation like this, but theres no way he's giving you back without a reward, so yes he still holds you for ransom.

👑 "Child, I am Alistair, King of-ACk!"

👑 Did...did you throw a pillow at him?!

👑 "How dare yo- AHK! Stop it!" another one..

👑 You refuse to listen to anything he says, you just wanted to go home

👑 You two had a bit of rivalry for a bit. He hated you and you hated him.

👑 He promised not to show any affection or care towards you since in his eyes, your actions didn't deserve it. How can someone be so rude to a king !?

👑 But he starts to notice you don't eat much. He never sees you in the dining hall and has only seen quick moments of you nibbling on some bread or pastries the servants gave you.

👑 He scoffed, so irresponsible! You must eat a proper meal right this second or you'll starve!

👑 You're surprised to see a meal prepared for you during your routine trip to get a snack from the pantry with a note on the plate.

👑 "Next time, ask for a proper meal. I don't want your parents to think I've been starving you. -Alistair P.S. go to bed early."

👑 Huh...

👑 Alistair smiled from the doorway of the dining hall, watching you eat up with a smile on your face. You might have been too scared of him to ask for food so you've been sneaking snacks while he wasn't looking.

👑 Of course he wasn't doing it because he cared about you, he just didn't want royalty like you to resort to such pathetic means to eat!

👑 Why are you still sad? Perhaps he should get you some things to keep your attention..

👑 He asks (threateningly may I add) about your hobbies or interests.

👑 The next morning your cell (which has been upgraded to a lovely room in the castle because he didn't want you to be filthy and gross in a dungeon) was filled with anything he could find that he thought you'd enjoy.

👑 Don't think he wants you to be happy! He's just tired of seeing you sulk everywhere!

👑 He denies everything, but you swear you could see a tiny smile on his face when you hugged him happily.

👑 You start being a little more open to him, showing him anything you've made or done with pride and he'd receive it gratefully, but he won't show it of course.

👑 "I made you this friendship bracelet!"

👑 "I've seen better jewelry."

👑 "Oh I'll take it back then I guess.."

👑 "No, it's mine now, back off."

👑 Drawings and the like that he said would be thrown out as soon as you left would be seen framed in his room

👑 It would be a..waste of good canvas..

👑 And of course he buys a few books of your choice for you to read, he'd be damned if your brain turns to mush.

👑 Bro bro he'd be the type to let you swing around while holding onto his bicep.

👑 If you ever have any problems, or come to him in a bad mood, he'd have no idea how to help other than to sit down and listen to your troubles.

👑 He's not the most physical when it comes to affection, but you bet your ass he's gonna do everything he can to cheer you up.

👑 At this point he's rewriting his demands for the ransom. Either your kingdom lets him sign some adoption papers or he's starting a war.

[bronz3y]

alessia russo x reader - first time

a/n - hiya guyss, ive finally gotten some notivation to write (about fucking time) , ill be doing a couple of asks ive had for a few weeks too, so hopefully writing becomes more frequent from now on

no promises tho :,)

anyways enjoy this smutty alessia fic lol x

summary : r and alessia have been dating for 2 months, and neither of them have been brave enough to iniciate anything more than a steamy makeout, untill a needy alessia decides otherwise.

warnings: a lotta fluffy smut

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You and alessia had been officially together for 2 months now, you'd both met through Leah, since your Leah's cousin, you had been invited to her birthday party, you had both exchanged numbers and from that night onwards, you'd texted every day, and eventually you asked her on a coffee date and she responded “took your time, and yes, i'd love too x”

After 4 weeks of going on dates and getting to know each other, a very red Alessia asked you to be her girlfriend while walking on the beach, a gorgeous sunset colouring the sky with oranges, yellows and blues, Alessia's freckled face glowing from the shine of the slowly falling sun, her smile growing as you immediately say yes and wrap your arms around her, her warmness enveloping you.

You felt warm

 you felt safe 

You felt loved

Now 2 months later, you are at Alessia's apartment, you both took turns inviting each other over, one week at Alessia’s, one week at yours, you preferred to stay at Alessia's apartment more, her cosy decor made it feel more homey than yours, and truthfully, you also wanted cuddles from her gorgeous grey cat. You also loved the sweet smell of alessia covering every room, it made you warm inside, her familiar vanilla scent made your heart flutter.

“ pebble!, don't smack me” alessia huffed as her cat swatted her cheek while she walked past her on the sofa, the two of you covered in warm fluffy blankets, your head on her shoulder as you watched some random romcom you found on netflix.

“Maybe she smacked you because you took away her favourite toy” you argued laughing, alessia rolled her eyes at you.

“Baby that toy makes so much noise, we couldn't hear the film” she whined, you laughed and cuddled your face into her neck, pecking it softly, as your lips made contact with the soft skin of her neck a second time, alessia sighed shakily, moving her head back, giving you more space to work with. 

You and Alessia, unlike other couples in a two month relatioship, hadnt had sex yet, sure you both had very intense make outs, but once you both reached a point you just stopped and didn't take it further, it's not that you didn't want to do it with her,you definitely did, it's just you were scared, scared of messing up or embarrassing yourself, youd had your fair share of one night stands, but it had been a while since you had fucked a girl, so naturally youd start to overthink if things got too far and quickly stopped it.

“ y/n..that feels so nice–fuck” Alessia swore as you bit down softly, leaving a red mark on her neck, you soothed it with your warm tongue, leaving shiny residue behind, you leaned back a bit, looking at the cute mark you had left on Alessias pale skin, her hands then found your hips and guided you to sit on her lap, her thumbs stroking the exposed skin from your slightly risen shirt, her head slightly turned away from you, looking at her hands on your waist.

“Lessi?” you said softly, looking at the overwhelmed expression on her face, her eyes avoiding you.

“Baby, talk to me” you tried again, reaching your hand to her jaw, softly pushing it so she would look at you.

“y/n.” she said, finally meeting your eyes, she leaned forward, your faces inches apart, so close that you could smell her minty breath.

“Less?” you whispered, not used to the way she was looking at you, it was something that you'd only seen a couple of times when the kissing got intense.

 Alessia looked hungry.

Alessia then gently grabbed your wrist and moved your hand onto her chest, your eyes widened and you felt a shiver run up your back.

“Touch me, please” alessia whispered, her hooded eyes staring into yours.

You took in a small breath and gave her a small nod, you dragged your shaky hand slowly down her body, from the middle of her chest to where you could feel her pretty abbs under her white shirt, her hard nipples noticeable through the thin fabric.Alessia leaned slightly forward, starting to kiss your exposed shoulder, you collarbone and up you neck, you slightly lifted alessia's shirt, slipping your hand underneath, your cold hands touching her warm skin, you felt her shiver at your touch, smiling to yourself, you moved your hands up once again, placing them under the curve of her breast.

“Fuck, y/n hurry” alessia breathed out, you smirked at her neediness.

“Maybe if you ask nicely” you teased, you heard her let out a huff at your words.

“Please baby i need you, please just touch me” alessia whined, you'd seen alessia needy before, a few times, but this was new, and you loved it.You smiled at her and began lifting her top up slowly.

“Can i?” you whispered, alessia nodded at your words.

“Words baby” you said softly

“Yes, please just take it off” she whined, that was all the confirmation you needed, you started lifting her top up and over her head, tossing it on the floor somewhere. You stared at her chest, her perfect round breasts and perky nipples now exposed to you, sure it's not like you hadn't seen her topless, but having her like this, small puffs of hair leaving her parted lips and her blonde hair a mess, you had never seen something so gorgeous.

You shifted your body slightly lower so your face was in front of her chest, you then planted a kiss on the side of her left breast, Alessia's hand found the back of your head, nudging you slightly forward. You then finally wrapped your lips around her nipple, sucking and licking softly, alessia's back arched, pushing her chest further into your face.

“Oh god” alessia moaned out softly, the hand that wasn't at the back of your head grabbed the pillow behind her.

You disconnected your lips with a pop, you then looked at alessia who was already looking at you, you leaned up and claimed her lips, she tasted like coconut chapstick, like she always did,  alessia then bit down at your lip softly and you let out a small moan, she used that to slide in her tongue, pushing it against yours for dominance over the kiss.

“Lessi, let's move to the bed��� you said in between kisses, alessia nodded, you then grabbed the back of her thighs and picked her up, alessia immediately connected your lips again, you smiled against her lips at her eagerness. You easily found your way to your bedroom without looking, you then placed Alessia on the bed and she shuffled backwards, her blue eyes now dark, you followed her and placed yourself on top of her, your legs tangled together.

“I want to see you” alessia whispered, you nodded and took your own top off along with your sports bra, alessia then started scanning your chest.

“You're so beautiful,” she said, lifting a hand up to softly squeeze your right breast, you let out a breathy moan at her warm touch.You then kiss down her body, first her neck, her chest down to her stomach until you get to the waistband of her joggers, you look up at her, softly tugging on it.

“Take it off” she said nodding, you wasted no time, you grab the sides of her bottoms and pull them down her long legs, leaving her in her pretty blue lacey underwear that matched her eyes, you immediately notice the dark damp patch and smirk 

“All this for me?” you say, she whimpers in embarrassment but nods.

You then place a small kiss on where her clit is, Alessia's hands once again grab the back of your head.

“Baby, are you sure you want this?” you said looking up at her.

“Yes, fuck yes, i just need you y/n” she moaned, and with that, you tugged her underwear down, exposing her perfect pussy, neatly shaved, you moaned at the sight of her, you could now see how wet she really was.

“Your pussy is so fucking beautiful” you groaned, slightly opening her legs, her wetness glistening, slowly dripping down the curve of her ass, “can i taste you?” you asked her, looking into her eyes from between her thighs.

“Please” alessia whimpers impatiently, you then glide your tongue over her folds, your eyes connected with hers, taking a slow long lick, savouring her taste.

“You taste so fucking good” you groaned against her, the vibrations causing alessia to moan, you start moving your tongue faster against her, her moans get louder as you increase the speed, your tongue tries dipping inside of her, slightly pushing.

“Fuck baby just like that” alessia moans out, pushing your head further into her.

“y/n, i need more-– fuckkk” you cut her words short as you rub her clit and move your tongue against her entrance.

Alessia lets out a while as you stop your movements, you climb up the bed to meet her beautiful face.

“Wanna taste yourself pretty girl?” you whisper, your face glistening with Alessia's juices and your own saliva, she nodded and you connected your lips, she moaned at the taste of herself.

“I need your fingers” Alessia whispered, her fingers playing with the baby hairs at the back of your neck, you smirk at her boldness and slowly slide your hand between your bodies, you slide two fingers between her folds, moving them up and down, Alessia's head fell back onto the pillow as she felt your long fingers tease her hole.

“Baby, inside, please” alessia whimpered, you then finally slowly pushed in your middle and ring finger, Alessia's nails scratching your back as they slid in with ease, when fully in, you keep them still and look at alessia.

“Are you doing ok love?” you ask, your hand that's not inside her comes up and touches her cheek softly.

“Yeah, just give me a minute” she says, slowly getting used to the feeling of being filled by your fingers for the first time.after a minute she gave you a small nod and you began slowly thrusting your fingers in and out of her, every time your fingers would re enter her she winced, but after a few minutes, her face relaxed, and her mouth parted, letting out pretty noises.

“Fuck y/n, feels so good” alessia whispered, you smiled and bit her earlobe softly.

“Is this what you wanted, baby?, my fingers filling you up?” you teased, adding your thumb onto her clit, rubbing it while still pumping your fingers in and out of her, you then felt her walls start to tighten around your fingers. “Look at you, doing so well for me” you encouraged her.

“Fuck baby, im close” Alessia’s legs wrapped around your waist pulling you closer to her.

“Yeah?, you gonna cum for me?” you replied, pressing harder on her clit, your mouth latched onto her neck.

“Fuck, Faster baby, im so close” alessia whined, you do as she says and move your fingers at a quicker pace, curling them so they would hit her most sensitive spots.

“Right there,right there, don't stop baby '' Alessia shouts, your neighbours won't be too happy with all the noise she's making, but you love it, the way she screams and whimpers for you has you soaked through your joggers. You then feel Alessia’s walls clench around you, she then bites onto your shoulder to contain her moans as she breaks apart on your fingers, you watch her as she flops her head back onto the pillow, her chest heaving and you help her ride out the orgasm.

“Mm baby im sensitive” Alessia whined, you slowly pull out of her and she whimpers at the loss of being filled up. you move yourself from on top of her onto your beck next to her.

“You did so well love, you were amazing” you say, kissing her all over her face, her cheeks flush and she hides her face in the crook of your neck.

Alessia then notices the wet patch on your joggers from the corner of her eye, you then feel her head move slightly forward.

“Baby?, what's all this?”, she teases looking between your legs.

“Not my fault you're so sexy” you groaned and looked away embarrassed

You then feel Alessia move from her spot beside you, she moves her body on top of yours and pins you down on your bed, she moves her knee between your legs and applies pressure.

“I think i should return the favour pretty girl”

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Ladybug Smile

p. zweig x reader

warnings: happy ending I promise, medical trauma, trauma in general, cancer, sickness, loss of a loved one, loss of a sibling, grief, fucked up family dynamics, disordered eating due to poverty, panic attacks, homelessness, pregnancy mention, first time parenting, patrick zweig needs a hug and a sandwich, angst, hurt/comfort, patrick zweig gets a hug, lmk if I forgot anything

wc: 5k, why did I let it get so long, what was the point

an: I forgot I could write... I don't think this is coherent or good but it's probably legible. thank you to @artdcnaldson for listening to me talk abt this (and to my irl friends for the same)

When Patrick was seven years old, his parents sat him down to talk. They said, in very soft and wavering voices, that Marion was sick.

He didn't quite understand, at the time, what this meant. They did use the word cancer, but he was seven. It didn't mean much to him. They wouldn't say how bad she was.

He visited her in the hospital as much as he was allowed, though. Brought her the smoothest pebbles from the lake on the estate grounds. Told her about Mila from school and how he was going to marry her. Brushed her hair even when it was starting to fall out. Cried when he showed up one day and she was bald.

She kept her same brightness all through the disease. Hugged him with her skinny arms and smiled just as much as always. Giggled at his stupid jokes, yelled at him when he was being annoying, called him out when he tried to lie or omit details of a story. Too smart for her own good. She was his sister, through and through, and that never changed. His parents let him pick out a pretty wrap for her head, and he decided on ladybug print. “It's happy!” he said as they questioned his judgement. Marion loved it, anyway. That was all that mattered. He felt almost vindicated that they didn't know ladybugs were her favorite; she was special to him, after all. What did they know?

When Patrick was eight, his parents didn't come to pick him up from school one day. This wasn't unusual, per se. They were busy people. He sat on the curb, expecting the driver to pull up instead. No one did.

When the principal walked out, face white as a sheet, he knew. Maybe not what, but he knew. Of course he did. Especially when she sat right down beside him on the curb with no regard for her pristine skirt and shiny shoes.

She rubbed his back and tugged him into her side while he sobbed. He was almost glad she was the one who told him, not his parents. His parents were too… themselves. They were uncomfortable. Firm. She, at least, was something to hold onto.

When Marion died, he stopped trying. Who was there to impress with good grades? His parents didn't care. The school could send home a million report cards and letters, but everything would be fielded to the nanny anyways.

When he was twelve, he went to MRTA. It wasn't exactly his first choice, but it was better than being at home. And his parents didn't want to look at him, anyways. They never liked seeing Marion’s face anywhere but on her body. This would be easier on everyone.

Art was a good friend, but Patrick kept him at arm’s length. He had to. There would be no one who he loved like Marion. Not even a little bit. He adored Art. Adored playing with him, against him. Growing up with him. But Art was a person, and therefore, Art would leave. Patrick Zweig did not have permanence. He didn't earn it.

A sickening feeling started to fester in his gut when he met you. You went to Stanford with Art and Tashi, and he first ran into you at one of Tashi's tennis matches. Art was there too, for his girlfriend, so he dumped Patrick off onto you, her friend, for a moment’s peace.

You were sweet. Gentle. Kind. But you were by no means innocent or pure, and he could tell from the first moment that you wanted him.

The stumble back into your dorm (‘my roommate is home for the week’) and the ensuing sex was thrilling. So was the ‘relationship’ that followed. He never really called it that, hadn't done since his girlfriend Laura in sixth grade. No use. That wasn't what he was for.

But Patrick Zweig had never earned permanence. Like poison leeching in slowly, resentment began to fester. He hated how you’d wait up for him at night. The way you looked so crushed when he’d pull out and get ready to leave, as if you expected him to stay for some reason. As if you expected anything to change.

The argument wasn't that bad at first. Quiet words spat like venom into the other’s face, a stony glare.

“You’re being weird,” you'd snapped, voice trembling despite yourself. He scoffed.

“I don't have to be any kind of way for you, y'know. You expect so much for a fucking hookup.”

God, he hated the way you went silent after that. He tried cracking a joke. Brushing a hand over your arm, pressing the flat of his palm to the small of your back. You didn't budge an inch.

It took ten minutes for him to give up. To walk out of your life. He didn't stay in Art and Tashi’s long after that either.

Everything was ephemeral. This was fine.

The restaurant is a little too air-conditioned for the tepid weather, the air a little too thickly silent in the way that makes each touch of utensil to dish sound painful. He can't pay much attention to what the woman across from him is saying. The food hasn't arrived yet, and his stomach is a gnawing pit that consumes his mind alongside the rest of him. She's making what seems to be a joke, and he laughs weakly while she cracks up over her own words.

The sharp gasp from a few tables away catches his attention, though. He looks up for a moment and catches a flash of a familiar sweater and a familiar gaze. His heart drops.

You're pretty. Like the day he left you. The years have worn on your face, though it's only been seven. He winces at the realization that he's been counting.

His date makes a sputtering, confused kind of sound as he stands, chair scraping deafeningly across the floor, and bolts. He can almost hear her shout after him, and he's pretty sure she just got his name wrong. Still.

The air outside is pleasant, but just a little too humid to be comfortable. Or maybe that's just the tightness in his chest. He gets maybe half a block before he stops. The footsteps behind him slow.

When you appear in front of him, he knows it's definitely the tightness in his chest. He doesn't speak.

“You look like a skeleton,” is the first thing you breathe out, and he scowls.

“I don't need your pity. What do you want?”

He hates the way your face falls.

“I don't pity you one bit. I just wanted to tell you-”

You cut off, and he can hear the way your breath hitches. It makes him uncomfortable.

“I wanted to tell you that I was pregnant when you left. And that- and that I kept it. So there.”

You're trying damn hard to keep it together, he can tell. Holding up a front like this is casual and you're doing so well about telling him. If he was able to breathe, maybe he’d laugh at the poor act.

He sits down heavily onto the curb, body crumbling in on itself. His head hits his knees. It takes a few seconds to calm down.

“You’re insane,” he bites out, no venom in the words. He might be crying.

He pauses.

“Is it- I mean- where's the… the kid?” It hurts to say that word.

He hears you sit down beside him, and the déjà vu is enough to make him want to puke.

“She's at my apartment right now. The babysitter’s getting her ready for bed.”

He lets out a bitter huff, fingers twitching like they want to do something. Rip his hair out, maybe. Punch a wall. Hold onto you.

“Do you have pictures?”

He doesn't know what possesses him to say that. Something so innately self-destructive and scary. He says it anyways.

The light of your phone creeps in on his vision, and he lifts his head, staring into the screen.

The little girl is small and chubby, wearing a ladybug raincoat and sitting directly in a puddle. She's wearing his smile, too. She's got one hand up, waving at the camera, gaze focused on something behind it. You, he assumes.

“Fuck.” That's all he can say for a few moments. “What's her name?”

He hates the way you pause.

“Marion. Marion Eleanor.”

He vomits into the gutter, sobbing. Feels your hand on his back, snaking around his side. Melts into your touch.

The two of you stay like that for a while. Longer than any two people should sit on a curb in the middle of the city. He’s grateful for the touch.

“Can I see her?”

His voice is uncharacteristically small. He can't put up a front. Not right now.

The pause sucks all the air out of the atmosphere.

“Are you going to stay? Because I'm not letting her fall in love with you if you're gonna run again.”

He's never wanted to promise something more than he wants to promise you of his permanence. But that feels too close to a lie. Too close to a way he could hurt you. Hurt the kid. Marion.

“I want to say yes,” he admits. “But I don't… know how to do ‘staying’. I don't do that. You know it.”

He almost starts sobbing again.

“I want to know her. I just don't want to hurt you both.”

I don't want to get hurt, is what he doesn't say. You seem to understand despite his silence.

“You can see her.” He senses the caveat before it's spoken. “But I'm not going to tell her who you are. You can be my friend, nothing more. You won't bring her presents or treats. You won't let her get attached until you prove it's safe to.”

The gnawing in his stomach gets worse. But he nods. There's a terrible pull in him that tells him he needs to see her, to know her. She feels like someone whole and right, and her smile looks like someone he used to know.

“I'll give you my phone number and text you my address. You'll show up at eight tomorrow morning.”

There's nothing he can do but agree, and the mixture of guilt and hope is so overwhelming that his head is full of floss.

His car pulls up outside your apartment building at seven forty-five, creaking a little as the engine cools down. He opens the door at seven fifty, steps out on legs that are a bit too shaky. His outfit is probably the nicest one he owns; an Adidas hoodie from eight years ago and a pair of khaki pants he almost forgot to take the tag off of before getting here. Neither fit quite right, but it’ll have to do. He hopes, maybe foolishly, that the little girl won't look at his beat-up sneakers with the soles glued back on one too many times. It doesn't seem like something a six year old would care about, but the nerves are there all the same.

He makes his way up to the apartment number he’d been given, punching in the code for the lobby door. His fingers quiver so badly that he got it wrong three times.

It's seven fifty-seven when he knocks on the door, quickly stuffing his hands back into his pockets and trying not to pass out.

The door swings open, revealing you. You’re wearing an old t-shirt and plaid pajama pants, a mug in one hand and a half-eaten protein bar in the other.

He smiles, but his breathing is too shallow, so he kind of gasps when he does.

“Patrick,” you say, tugging him into a loose, one-armed hug. The movement gives him the opportunity to see the small girl hiding behind your legs, looking up at him with big eyes. “It's good to see you.”

You turn to the child, who’s clinging to the hem of your t-shirt, and his heart flips.

“Mari, baby, this is Patrick. He’s mommy’s friend. Do you wanna say hi?”

She pauses a bit, sizing him up, and nods.

“I'm Marion,” she declares, not making a move to approach him.

He makes the abrupt decision to crouch down to her level, hoping it makes her a little more comfortable.

“Hey, Marion. You've got a very pretty name.”

He's grateful his voice doesn't crack and he manages to finish the sentence.

This puts a smile on her face, a wide grin that almost knocks him off his feet. She's missing a front tooth, but that smile is all him. (All Marion. He won't acknowledge that part.)

“Mommy says I'm named after someone very special,” she informs him, nodding sagely like she’s got all the knowledge in the world. He gives a wet laugh.

“Yes you are,” he agrees. This time his voice does break. She gives him another once over before walking away to what he assumes is the living room.

His gaze lands on you heavy, staring with the weight of a thousand questions and a thousand words. A few seconds go by in silence, and then he breaks it.

“She looks just like you,” he mumbles. “She's got- she's got my smile, though.”

He can call it his smile now, but once upon a time another person wore it first. It's his to the people who never knew her. There are more and more of those as the years go by. He wonders briefly if anyone will even talk about her when his parents die.

You nod, a look on your face he can't read. Could he ever? Did he ever know you that well?

You lead him through the apartment. His gaze catches on smeared orange and pink across one wall, like someone had attempted to wipe it off but hadn't quite gotten it. There are a few photos in frames set on a shelf. One of you and a newborn baby on your chest, laid on a stretcher in front of an ambulance, looking beautiful and scared. One of you and a few girls he thinks might've gone to Stanford with you. One of a very old man holding a clearly-squirming Marion in aged hands, beaming so widely his smile could blind.

You take him to the small living room, and he looks around. Colorful toys are scattered on the beaten-down carpet; a bunch of small animal figures, a playhouse, a tennis player Barbie with tangled hair. Marion sits cross-legged, methodically coloring a picture of some birds.

“Are you hungry?”

Your voice cuts into his observation, and he looked up and you, blinking before he processes.

“We made pancakes and sausage for breakfast.”

We. We made pancakes and sausage for breakfast. ‘We’ being you and his bright, bubbly daughter who barely looks up as he responds.

“Sure, yeah. Thanks.”

You hurry off into a small, partly separate kitchen, and he peers at Marion.

“Whatcha drawing?”

She glances at him before presenting the half-finished coloring sheet, hiding her face behind it as she sticks it forward.

“Parakeets,” she tells him, and launches into a detailed explanation of the coloration and why she’d chosen what pencils she did. He listens with rapt attention, barely looking up when you walk back into the room with a reheated plate and a mug of coffee. You set it down on the coffee table, and he smiles his thanks before digging in. It’s halfway gone by the time he remembers he maybe shouldn't eat like he’s starved for it (he is).

There are a couple eggshells ground up in the pancakes, but when Marion asks him all quiet and inquisitive how he likes them, all he can do is tell her they're perfect. She grins.

“I made the batter,” she explains, and he nods.

“That's good. You could be a chef. Or… baker. Is this baking or cooking?”

Her brow furrows as she tries to think of the answer, and you turn to him.

The rest of the morning passes by quickly. Too quickly. In no time at all, he’s hugging you quickly and waving goodbye to Marion, who’s quite busy setting up a scene with her toy animals. She spares him a ‘bye, Patrick’ over her shoulder, and his heart nearly rips apart.

You step out into the hallway with him, closing the door after yourself, and he waits expectantly. Maybe for you to tell him never to return. Maybe for you to tell him he was terrible in there. Maybe for something else entirely.

“That was a good first go,” you say softly, and he almost collapses in relief. “Thank you for listening to me about how to approach this. It's better for all of us.”

He wants to say it's not better for him, but he keeps his mouth shut instead. Grins. Grits his teeth. Waves goodbye to you, too, and returns to the car he’d been living in. Relief blooms when he thinks of how you had said not to buy her presents. He doesn't have the money for good ones anyway.

Over the next few weeks, he creeps further into your life, and Marion’s too. Nearly every day, he’s there. He wishes her a happy first day of summer vacation. You let him come with to the park once or twice, allow him to visit you both at the coffee shop. He smiles at her frosting-covered face and the crumbs of cinnamon roll on her plate.

It happens when he’s at the park with you both. Marion comes running up from where she’s been digging in the grass, looking at you breathlessly.

“Mommy, you remember I have an appointment tomorrow, right?”

You nod, rubbing her arm. A puff of air leaves her in relief, almost a sigh, and he wants to laugh at how beyond her years she can appear sometimes.

“Okay good. Don't forget,” she warns, and goes back to her plastic shovel and worm collection. His body shifts to face you, and you give a quiet laugh.

“What kind of appointment?” he asks softly, and you give a sigh far too close to her own.

“Cardiology. It's just a checkup, though, so hopefully it won't eat up the whole day. I hate that parking lot.”

His brain’s gone fuzzy like a dandelion again, and it takes a second for him to brush away the haze enough to reply.

“Cardiology? Why? Is she okay?”

He sounds like a nut, the almost frantic tone of his voice making your brow pinch.

“Yeah, she's fine. She had some complications after she was born, so she was pretty sick for the first few years. Now we just have follow-ups once every few months.”

He can't breathe. The fresh air of the park turns stale and acrid, clogging his lungs and pressing heavy on his chest. He looks at you for a couple more moments, then over at Marion. Her bright features are melting before his eyes into something more drawn and sallow, and for a second he thinks he can see some missing spots in her hair. Maybe that's just his vision.

Your hand is on his arm, grip firm, before shifting to his other shoulder, wrapping around his back.

“Patrick. Hey. Patrick. C'mon.”

You suck in an exaggerated breath, and he copies, his own more stilted and shallow. It takes a couple seconds longer to calm down, but he manages.

“She’s okay, Pat. What just happened?”

He doesn't speak for a while. Doesn't say that he remembers doctors’ appointments called ‘checkups’ when he was a kid. Doesn't say that he remembers his parents talking about how sick and frail Marion was when she was a baby.

He excuses himself back to his car, giving Marion a thumbs up and a wave as he tries to escape as fast as possible.

He doesn't show up at your apartment the next day. You don't call.

When he arrives, it's the middle of the night. He’d last seen you two days ago. He’d last seen Marion on your private Instagram account, mid-bite of a churro.

The temperature dropped around eight PM, and the weather channel warned of a nasty storm. He's gotten by in his car for long enough, but one of the windows is plastic-wrapped, the glass shattered a few weeks ago when some teenager pitched a rock while he slept.

He tries. He really does. But he’s shivering and soaked, and the threat of a tornado from the forecast a few minutes ago was too much. So he shows up at twelve fifty AM, duffel bag half-slung over his shoulder, face twisted in a grimace.

It's Marion who answers the door. She looks up at him, sleepy and confused, and waves him in.

“Marion Eleanor! Do not open the door for just anyone-!”

You appear a second later, face dropping as you see him there. You're standing still, looking at him for a moment. He almost thinks you'll tell him to get out.

Instead, you send Marion to grab a towel, and she shuffles out.

“What the fuck, Patrick?”

You don't sound mad. Not really. Just stunned.

“I've been, uh- well, I don't have a good place to stay right now. I'm… between apartments. But the window- the car window- is broken, and…”

He trails off at the look on your face. Like you're staring at a ghost, or something.

“You're living in your car?”

He wants to say no. Laugh, maybe. Joke about it. He reaches to touch your arm, then aborts the movement and sets his hands on his thighs.

“... Yeah. Pretty much.”

It's not a spoken thing, when he moves in with you. You don't say ‘move in’, or ‘stay here'. But you do insist on carrying a couple of his bags into your guest bedroom when he brings them in, and you do insist on helping him fold them into the dresser.

He thinks you might've explained it to Marion when he wasn't there, because she doesn't ask questions. But then again, she’s always seemed like she knows more than she's told. It makes him feel a little insecure when she looks at him.

The first night in your apartment, he can't sleep. The bed is unfamiliar, the room too quiet, the ticking of the clock in the corner making him feel claustrophobic.

When the door creaks all the way open, he looks up, almost expecting to see you in the dim hallway light. It's Marion who shows up instead.

“Was getting a snack, and I saw you through the door,” she explains as she climbs up onto the bed, sitting cross-legged beside him.

He laughs softly, weakly.

“Thanks for visiting, Mari,” he says, and she nods. “You shouldn't be up this late.”

“That's what mommy says. She told me to get a sweet treat when I can't sleep ‘cause it’ll relax my brain or something. Dunno if it really works.”

She pulls a chocolate-chip cookie out of the pocket of her pajama pants, breaking it in half (not at all even), and hands him a piece.

He takes it gratefully and looks at her for a moment. She glances up at him.

“You're very nice,” she says. “I think it's fun you’re here.”

He falls asleep that night in peace, and dreams of his sister.

When Marion gets bronchitis, he doesn't know how to act. You aren't home, off on a weekend trip for work, and his little girl is coughing her lungs out, chest rattling with each breath.

He calls you and it goes to voicemail. Calls again with the same results. He remembers the conference you'd told him about slated for one PM. It's one-fifteen. He curses softly enough that Marion won't hear him.

“Mari? Do you want me to take you to urgent care?”

She looks at him with all the misery in the world and coughs in his face, giving a shaky nod.

“Okay, uh- okay. Okay. Right.”

He scrambles for a minute or two, grabbing his phone and his charger and his wallet. They're stuffed into his pockets, and then he returns to the couch where she lays under a blanket quivering.

“Kay, let's go,” he says a bit too loudly, and winces. She sits halfway up before another coughing fit wracks her, and he wants to die at the grating sound.

It's a split-second decision, but he’d really like to get her help, and she doesn't seem particularly capable of cooperating. He urges her to stand once more, and then gives in.

She’s light in his arms, and he almost gets scared until he remembers she’s six and that's how it's supposed to be. He carries her with ease, pulling her soft blanket off the couch and putting it over her again. It's late summer, still warm enough, but it seems like a comfort for her. He gets her downstairs relatively fast, passing a couple neighbors he doesn't remember the names of.

She’s practically hacking up a lung on his shoulder, and he rubs her back, patting softly like it'll help her. The tears pricking his eyes aren't familiar to him.

He fits her into the booster seat like you'd shown him, practiced movements getting her all buckled, and presses the back of his hand to her forehead once more. She's still too warm even as she shivers.

He stays remarkably calm in the children’s urgent care, getting her through intake quickly enough, carrying her into the hospital room and just nodding when a nurse asks ‘Are you dad?’.

He gives her info- date of birth, address, mom’s name, dad’s name. No medication in the past twenty-four hours, no trips outside the country in the past month.

As soon as they've got her asleep and comfortable, he breaks just a bit. Cries silently into his hands, shoulders shaking.

His phone goes off and he answers, collecting himself immediately. Your voice is low and concerned, and he can hear unintelligible chatter in the background.

“What's going on?”

“She has bronchitis,” he explains, glancing over to the little girl on the hospital bed. “We're at urgent care, they're getting her all sorted out. She should be okay.”

You ask a few questions, he fields them. You pause.

“Are you okay?”

He's taken aback. A few moments go by silently, amplifying the beep of her pulse and oxygen monitor, and he inhales sharply before answering.

“It's just scary,” he admits. “Being here. Her being sick.”

When you return home early from the work trip, he’s sitting up with Marion while she sleeps on the couch. His legs almost give out as he pushes up to meet you, taking a stack of discharge paperwork, prescriptions, and instructions with him. He holds them out to you and starts explaining everything as fast as his voice will let him. But each word gets quieter than the last, the space between them larger, and he barely manages an inhale before he starts crying again. His eyes are fixed on the papers as they start to blur, his shoulders shaking, breath hitching.

It doesn't register as you take the papers from him and replace them with your hands, or as you try to say his name. It only registers when you wrap your arms around his middle and tug him into yourself.

He grabs onto you tight, hands fisting at the back of your shirt, large body hunched over and wracked with sobs. You hang onto him like that for a long time, until he's stopped crying and his chest is expanding and contracting slowly.

He follows silently as you bring him into your bedroom and settle down onto your bed, and he melts as you shift his head to lay on your chest. Your nails scratch softly at his scalp, and he inhales your scent with the realization that you still wear the same perfume.

“D’you wanna talk?”

Your voice is gentle. Like you care about him. It makes him feel a bit sick, but he doesn't think he hates it. He closes his eyes.

“Marion- my sister Marion- died when I was eight.”

He's recounted this to you before, he knows. A drunken night at Stanford years ago where he cried endlessly until he told you it had been her birthday. He'd hiccuped how he wanted a daughter named after her. Disappeared before the sunrise after you held him to sleep.

“She had cancer. It happened really fast, and I didn't… really know what was going on. Too fucking young to know better. I guess it just freaked me out to be in that hospital with all the little kids and the- the painted walls and bright lights. I didn't realize I remembered it all that much.”

He goes quiet for a long moment, a few stray tears dripping onto your shirt.

“I get really scared when Mari seems sick. It makes me feel like- like I'm going to come home one day and she’ll be gone too. I dunno, maybe it's irrational. She looks like her when she smiles.”

Sleep overtakes him an hour or so later, tucked into your bed while you look after Marion. He's grateful when he can't hear her coughing, relaxing just enough to rest.

When morning light filters through the blinds, his eyelids flutter, and he blinks awake. He can hear two sets of footsteps in the hallway, and then you're there, leading a still-sick but much happier Marion into the room. You hoist her up onto the bed, where she promptly fits herself into the crook of his shoulder and rests at his side.

“Marion,” you begin softly, sitting down beside her, a hand on her leg. She's all smiles, and he instinctively checks to see if she's lost the wiggly tooth she was complaining about. “Do you remember when I'd tell you about your daddy?”

She nods, huffing.

“He plays tennis. He has dark hair and a nice smile, and he loves me so much,” she recites, stretching her arms apart on the word ‘so’ to quantify it.

“Patrick, d'you wanna?”

He nods, inhaling.

Marion fixes her inquisitive gaze onto him once more, and he looks down at her, heart stuttering in his chest with nerves. She's got the stars in her eyes, and he almost chickens out when he thinks about being the cause of them dimming.

But he doesn't.

“Marion. Ladybug.” He scoops her up into his arms, settling her down on his lap so she can look at him eye to eye. “It’s me, bug. I'm your dad.”

At her long pause, he starts to panic.

“Is that okay? It's- it's a lot, I know. You don't have to love me or call me dad or any of it, I can just be mommy’s friend Patrick still,” he rambles, lips tilting into a frown.

“Do you love me so much?” she asks, like the security question to her heart. Her voice is still a little raspy and weak from being sick. He almost sobs.

“Yeah, I do. If- if your arms could go like this-” he spreads his own wide- “and wrap around the whole world, it still wouldn't be big enough for all my love for you.”

She pauses again, then exhales, satisfied.

“You are my daddy,” she agrees. “That's good. It's nice having you here.”

He can't quite help it. He pulls her in closer, snuggling her small body up into his arms, kissing the top of her head and grinning down at her. He feels complete when his sister’s smile grins right back up at him. You settle down beside the two, and he hauls you in as well, keeping his family tucked in safely with him.

Maybe Patrick Zweig hasn’t earned permanence. And maybe he won't get it.

But for the first time, he feels like this is enough. Like however much time he has with you and the life you’ve created together is enough. And he’ll be damned if he runs from that again.

[laddelulu30]

Blind Date Stimulation

A/N: Writing this was exceptionally difficult but I think it came out well. I wrote this for @unintentionalseductress for the “Blind Date Matchmaking”. A thousand apologies, I know I’m a bit late, but I hope you all enjoy the short all the same. I won't bore you with long notes, so I hope you all enjoy…

Your wavy hair is pulled into a ponytail, still somehow curling at the ends. You were dressed in a chiffon A-line summer dress. Lilac. Off the shoulders.

 Looking at your reflection, the lilac looks good against your desi features. But nervous energy still slithers in your veins. 

What if he found you ugly? Not his type? Or worse... a pity date? your thoughts spiraled.

And the more they did, the angrier you got. So what if he didn't? If this date was a failure too, you were determined to simply remain single. In peace with your research and the occasional hiking trip.

Men weren't all the hype anyway.

With one last look, you sigh then leave your condo in Linkon. Walking to a nearby park in tennis shoes that matches your dress and near a body of water, and was lined up with food vendors.

 Couples were already grabbing food and carrying on with their walks. 

Watching them woke a tight pang of longing in your chest, so you decided to look at the setting sun instead. On one hand, you wanted to watch as others interacted with each other and be included. But on the other hand, you enjoyed your peace in seclusion.

You crossed your hands behind your back, then exhaled again, looking down at the ground.

You kicked a pebble, not noticing that someone was approaching you until there was a tap on your shoulder. 

You let out a startled gasp, turning to face the person that tapped you.

“Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you,” says a gentle male voice, followed with a light chuckle. 

Your eyes meet and you falter, frozen as you gaze into his purple eyes littered with stars like an expanding galaxy. 

His eyes widen just as he gets a look at your face,  wonder and awe as he whispers, "Beautiful..." 

Your eyes may have been dark, but with the soft glittering eyeshadow, they were expressive. 

You cough to clear your throat, looking away. Refusing to believe that love at first sight was a thing.

“Sorry, I don't mean to stare,” you say softly, "But you scared me.” 

“That's my fault. My friend, Tara, told me that I could meet my soulmate at the park,” he says with a warm smile. 

Your ears perk at hearing Tara's name. Surely, he must be talking about a different Tara. 

"Um... If I may ask, what else did she tell you ?" you press, trying not to be too nosey.

"She said to look for the prettiest woman here. Ask her if she knew Tara,” he says, his ears turning red at the ends.

“Is that what you were going to ask before I made that horrible squeak?” you ask.

“I was, but your eyes kinda made me forget what I was supposed to ask. Plus, given your reaction, you must know Tara as well. Unless… I just embarrassed myself…” his voice started to fade off into a whisper as he started to feel more and more shy and hesitant. 

"I mean.. what are the odds that we both know a Tara?" you offer, trying to help. 

“Even more if we know the same Tara?” he quipped back.

“She didn't happen to give you a number, did she?” you ask.

“A number?" he echoes. 

"To call. To make sure you got the right person?" 

“Um.. yeah.  Should I call her?”

“You should. Else you've been talking to a complete Stranger instead of the person you're supposed to be on a date with…”

He lets out a sheepish laugh, stepping away to make the call. He's away for a few minutes, and your phone rings.

Tara: You found him?

You: Found who? 

Tara: Your date?

You: Tara?

Tara: Y/N?(She says in mock shock) 

You: What did you do?

Tara: I got you a date. Try it out and if it falls then you can go back to working your butt off. Love you, hun, genuinely hope it works out. Because Simone said you need a man that will blow your back out not ruin your makeup. (the line clicks, ending the call) 

Your face is frozen in shock and the purple eyed hottie comes back. 

“So..she doesn't answer my call. But I’m gonna go out on a limb and say she called you?" He says. 

"Yeah. Love her and Simone to bits but I’m gonna strangle them later."

“And I.. should probably introduce myself, huh?” he says with a light laugh following.

"I should introduce myself too.” you hold your hand out, waiting to shake his. 

"I’m Caleb,” he smiles, grasping your hand firmly. 

His hand is surprisingly soft and calloused. And he smells good. Like spiced apples. Crisp.

Damn Simone and Tara. Where'd they'd even find this guy? He's totally your type.

“I'm Y/N.”  you reply with an answering smile. 

After a moment, you're both still shaking hands. 

“Your hands are soft,” he comments first.

“Yours too, and slightly calloused,” you reply with a laugh.

You both pull away.

“I hope I wasn't too late," he laughs. 

“No, not at all. I came early to look around,” you reply.

“Hungry? We can check out one of these vendors near the water,” he offers.

 “Sure. I’ve never seen these vendors before. But that could be because I mostly work and order take out," you reply. 

“Take-out? Geez. You're missing out on the benefits of a home cooked meal. But these vendors are pretty good. Which one do you want to try?” he says. 

Even his voice is warm and inviting. 

“Well, I’m sure you've tried them. Which one is your favorite?” you ask.

“Hmm? You see that one that has hanging bulbs that look almost like Christmas lights?” he leans in, pointing to the vendor he described.

“Yeah?” you say. 

"Believe it or not, that vendor has the best braised pork belly around and it's affordable.”

"Then let's try it,” you smile, curious as your stomach grows in agreement. 

Caleb pays for the food and you two spend the rest of the evening talking. You and Caleb talk about anything and everything.

And the more you two talk, the more attractive he looks to you.

Time gets away from you and neither of you notice when the park grows quiet. The vendors packed up, gone, and the park goers have gone home. 

"Oh, wow, I've never been out this late before," he says, checking his watch. 

"It has gotten pretty late, hasn't it?” you say, a yawn slipping through.

"And someone is ready to sleep,” he teases then asks, " Would you mind if I walk you home?" 

"I'd love that,” you smile softly.

Cable walks you home. You stand on the mat in front of your door, fiddling with your keys, hesitant to go inside just yet. 

"Would it.. be presumptuous of me to ask you on another date?” Caleb asks, the tips of his ears turning red again as he rubs the back of his neck. 

"You want.. to go on another date?"

"I'd really like to. Unless, I misunderstood that we were getting along well.”

“No, you didn't, I'm just... surprised." 

“Surprised? That I want to go on another date with a super smart, beautiful woman," he grins. 

And I almost melt.

"Well.. When you say it like that.." 

He laughs, “How does this Saturday at 5:30 in the evening sound? We can try another street vendor Or I can look for you in your place?”

"Let’s put a pin in you cooking for me. I'd like to try another street vendor,” you say.

Shyly, he grabs your hand. Softly rubbing your knuckles. Tender and soft. 

"Would it be okay.. if I kissed you?” he asks.

You don't give him a verbal answer, you simply grab the collar of his shirt and pull him towards you. 

His lips meet yours, soft and hesitant. But the kiss grows and he pulls back Placing a chaste kiss on your knuckles. 

His purple galaxy eyes sparkle as he gazes at you, “See you this Saturday, my beautiful goddess”

Your heart flutters and your lower belly tightens as he gives you a wink then leaves. 

The date that Saturday passes as pleasant blur, time blending into one until night turns to dusk. With a tease, he walks you home again. 

He asks for another date to which you gleefully accept. And he offers next week in the early evening. And you nod.

You return to  work, powering through it with a frenzy. Urgently trying to complete everything accurately so that there was no repeating and no work left over. 

You fight Wanderers with newfound motivation. You see them as an obstacle. 

A week passes. The dates continue to be just as stimulating as it is fun. Another week turns into 2. Then a month. A year. 

But oddly enough, Caleb doesn't do more than snuggle and kiss when you're in each other's company. 

He respects your boundaries. Almost irritatingly well. He gives you kisses on your neck and forehead. And he's a snuggler, just like you. 

But he doesn't go further. Doesn't initiate. He simply slips out of the bed, planting fervent kisses before pulling away to go to work. 

And honestly... It's starting to piss you off. 

A week later, he's staying the night and you just emerged from taking a shower. You rub oils and lotions into your skin. 

"Y/N, I made a snack. It's on the counter if you want some," Caleb calls from the kitchen.

Unassuming, you walk out from the bathroom, wrapped in your plushy towel. 

You walk into the kitchen, eyeing the “snack" he made. 

A platter of cheeses and crackers with meats. Then a teapot bowling for beverages. A new habit you picked up from Tara. Her suggestion was that it was better for your immune system, a noticeable difference in your energy levels and your pH balance. 

“Hey, I got the tea going that Tara recommend..." he starts to say, then freezes. 

You watch his purple gaze darken at the sight of you. 

You lock eyes with each other, frozen. Neither of you moving a muscle. 

Then he slowly starts walking towards you. His slow steps have you backing up around the island, circling around the it. 

“Did you… come out dressed like that to tempt me?” he says, growling slightly at the end. 

A shiver skitters down your back.

“No…” you almost squeak when he traps you against the stainless steel door of the fridge. 

His hand slowly snakes around your towel clad body, pulling you flush against him. 

His eyes scream wolf, hungry. 

The hand gently grasps your chin, and he leans forward. "Tell me And I'll stop right now," he says, his voice almost a begging whisper. 

Your skin is hot, prickling with awareness. 

“Do you want to go further?” he says, voice a heated whisper and eyes dark with want. 

You nod, not trusting yourself to speak. 

"Words, little bird. I want to hear you say it,” he says, his lips are a breath away from yours but he's patient. 

Oh so patient. 

Infuriatingly so. 

“ I do.. so bad” you whisper. 

“I was trying.. to maintain my distance... to be a gentleman,” his words are deep, gravely and somehow soft. 

A warning. 

“Remember.. you asked for this,” he almost growls. 

Picking you up, and putting your 5ft 5 thick curvy body over his shoulders effortlessly. 

You panic. A slight fear that you're too heavy and he might drop you. 

"I lift weights for a reason, little bird. And it's so I can carry you like you weigh nothing. So relax,” he says, his fingers digging into your fleshy thighs as he carries you into your bedroom and lays you on the bed. 

Carefully. As if something precious. Something fragile. 

And although his eyes are dark and swirling with promise, he parts your legs gently. Slowly. 

"You smell so good,” he whispers as his nose glides along the inside of your thighs. 

As he gets closer to the apex of your thighs, you get the sudden urge to close your legs. 

Feeling the flinching in your thigh. Caleb nips on the jumping muscle, "Nuh uh.” 

He delves his nose into your throbbing folds, inhaling. It elicits a gasp from your lips. 

And he places a kiss on your weeping slit. 

“You smell even better here,” he says, a whisper. 

A long, unhurried lick. 

He groans, broken, ”Fuck." 

You whimper. 

“Fly for me, baby,” he whispers and lavishes your cunt with his tongue and teeth. 

Sucking and nibbling. Worshipping like your body was a Deity of his sole reason for being.

You hadn't realized that the long year of teasing kisses had done nothing but edge you on. 

So to feel the unrestrained heat and attentions of his tongue, you were ready to break apart almost immediately. 

“That's it. Let go,” he coos, a soft encouragement, never stopping his ministrations. 

His speed and intensity never changes. And he doesn't stop at making you cum once.  

He keeps going. Determined to have you fall apart beneath him, on his tongue as many times as your body allowed. 

And then some. 

And to think, all of this stimmed from a blind date.

Copywrite: @laddelulu30; Do not translate or copy without permission.

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A/N: I wanted to write with my fancy fountain pen and every OCR software acted like it couldn't read my perfectly legible handwriting. So, it was a process to get it up, but I'm glad it came out well. And I love the comments. You guys are so sweet!!

[razzberrycorner]

I just saw those Tisha hcs and.. omg I can't stop thinking of scenarios where Vee just wrecks Tisha. Could you write a fanfic off of Ler Vee and Lee Tisha? Kind of like a payback fic? Your honor I love them

"How you like that, huh?" (REQUESTED Dandy's World tickle fic)

A/N: Yes.

Plot: Vee and Tisha are made to go on a run together due to a random arrangement. That's where Vee discovers that Tisha is ticklish. Cue the shenanigans.

~🧼📺~

Another day, another run. And of all toons to be paired with, it's that green television.

Astro would've been nice. Sprout would've been...eh. Bobette would be a solid pick, and so would Pebble. And she would've loved to go with Shelly, but change is nice every once in a while.

...Or that she thinks.

Tisha just got off from cleaning, and went off to do the run of the day. And she had to go with a main character, so why not. It was chosen randomly and yup, that's how they got here.

She stepped inside, looked at the toon inside, and acknowledged her situation.

Not a word was exchanged between the tissue box and Vee as the elevator went down to the first floor.

"So."

Tisha looked at Vee, who just said that. "Yes?"

"Let's just get this over with."

"...Agreed."

Once that elevator opened, each toon got off to do their task: do machines and escape from Twisteds. Vee did a mic check to observe the Twisteds in the area.

No Twisteds in sight. Huh, weird. A sigh came out from Tisha, as they both left the elevator.

Then Vee's microphone accidentally scraped against Tisha's side, causing a flinch and a giggle.

Vee, of course, noticed this movement. Her antennae perked up and she looked at Tisha.

"Don't you DARE." The tissue box said.

The green TV didn't think much at first, but when she finally noticed her reaction, a smirk came to her face. Oho, she was going to have fun with this.

Without an ounce of hesitation, she pounced, aiming directly for her sides. Vee landed right on top of Tisha, her hands moving at her sides. And it seems that the tissue box is holding it in—or at least trying to.

"What's wrong, Tish? Ticklish?~"

Upon those words, Tisha pounded her fist on Vee's chest in protest, as in a way to say 'No! Of course not', but we all know the truth anyways. She attempted to kick Vee away, but to no avail.

"Oh no no no, you're not getting out of this one, darling~"

She started kicking even more, but Vee was stronger, strengthening her grip and managing to weaken Tisha's protests by a bit. And that's when Vee dropped one bomb of a tease.

"Awwe, you're soo much fun to tickle! That's adorable~ You're sooooooo adorable~"

This kept on until it broke the tissue box.

"PFFF—NOOOOHOHOHOHOHO!"

Tisha went into instant hysterics, endlessly kicking and squirming before Vee. And Vee? She was having a field day. "Ha. How you like that, huh?~"

"SHUHUT UHUHUP!"

Figures. She makes people crack FAST.

With a devious glint in her eye, Vee decided to up the ante and go to her stomach, slithering her fingers between it and her sides and causing a shriek from the tissue box. She used one of her hands to restrain Tisha's arms, making sure she doesn't move.

"Now you're less squirmy. Which means I can do this~" Vee goes on to bury her fingers on Tisha with slow deliberate strokes, causing Tisha to squirm due to the cold temperature of her fingers.

And to worsen things, she wrapped her mic around her stomach, wiggling it with deadly precision and a smirk. Because of this, the tissue box only kicked harder.

"AAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! OKAY OKAHAY! STAHAAP!"

Vee didn't let up and only tickled harder, but it wasn't until a bit later (which felt like hours for Tisha) that she finally relented, letting the tissue box go at last.

After they both rose from the ground and Tisha regained her composure, the last words she received from the tissue box were: "Never do that again."

Tisha would go on to leave and find a machine as Vee smirked. She rolled an eye, albeit playfully unlike the other times.

Vee would 100% do that again.

~🧼📺~

[myliliofthevalley]

Reversing the Spell - [prologue]

Pairing: rev!Dipper x f!Reader Warnings: - Word count: 1.4k

In which [Reader] comes to Reverse Falls for the summer to visit her cousin, Gideon. Watch as she slowly encounters the eccentricities of this seemingly boring town and uncovers dark secrets of the Mystery Twins.

In this part: [Reader] arrives to Reverse Falls and meets the beloved cast. There seems to be an instant resentment between Gleeful and [Reader]...

a/n: I found this in my drafts and I thought why not start a series based off it! Hopefully, this will become my excuse to write more, I feel kinda bad for abandoning my barely-started blog for a few months… Oh well, enjoy!

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[Reader] breathed in the fresh mountain air as she stepped outside.

The school year had just ended when her parents decided for her to spend her summer vacation with her great-uncle and cousin. She had never even heard of their existence before, so you can imagine her shock when her parents forced her to get on the shady bus. Poor thing threatened to fall apart at the mere contact of a tire with the smallest pebble.

She glanced around. She was the only one to step out the shabby bus. Of course she was. This town was practically unheard of. It was so insignificant, it wasn't marked on any map of Oregon.

Her cousin should arrive anytime now. Her parents briefly described him to her, so he shouldn't be too hard to spot. She doubted there were many short albino guys here anyway.

Oh there he was. In his true glory, he shyly made his way towards her, sporting a black and periwinkle hoodie, baggy jeans and a white and blue cap with a huge pine tree on it. Walking beside him was a tall blonde gal with big turquoise triangle earrings and big blue eyes. Probably a friend of his? She was sporting a pink and purple sweater with tights with matching leg warmers and turquoise shorts.

“You must be [Reader], right?” said the white haired boy. “I'm Gideon-”

“And I'm Pacifica!” joined excitedly the blonde. “I think we should give you a town tour after you get to see the Mystery Shack. What do you think?”

"I honestly don't see why not..."

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

The Mystery Shack was alright.

…

Yeah, no, that's all [Reader] could say about it. It was just an old wooden cabin. Nothing too special.

While, sure, it contributed to vibe of the environment, with the tall imposing pine trees and dubious glowing mushrooms, it didn't seem like the ideal place to be living in.

It looked as if the stairs would creak loudly underneath her feet, threatening to crack in perfect halves. As if, when she’d get up to drink some water in the middle of the night, the floor would break, sending her tumbling to the room below. As if she'd find a big crusty cockroach underneath her bedsheets, serving as her new roommate for the summer.

But she couldn't deny the coziness that the tourist trap held. It had this inexplicable air of liveliness and warmth that not many homes held. Maybe that's why the tourists kept coming here, despite the obvious money grab.

“Alrightyyy, are you ready for a town tour?” said Pacifica, excitement written all over her features.

“I suppose so… What is there to be seen?” replied [Reader] unsurely.

“I mean, there's an arcade, there's a small shopping centre… there's also Greasy's Diner. It has some pretty good food.” joined Gideon, continuing to stare at the wet spot on the wooden ceiling.

They were currently in attic, in the very room all three were supposed to share. Despite appearances, the place was quite large, so sharing a space with her cousin shouldn't be too hard for [Reader].

Gideon was laying on his bed, as if he were a dead man in a coffin. His cap has been long discarded on the floor, right next to a sketchy red journal and his hoodie, leaving him in just a pale blue t-shirt and his jeans. Pacifica was at her tiny vanity comparing earrings, trying to settle for which one to wear while going out. In the end she decided to go for the big blue triangles that she wore when [Reader] arrived. The other girl was sitting on the edge of her bed, right in the corner of the room. She had just finished unpacking and she was playing around with one of Pacifica's many plushies, a round yellow chicken with a cylinder top hat and a monocle.

“Greasy's Diner?” [Reader] raised an eyebrow. “I suppose I'm pretty hungry, although I'd rather visit something else first.”

“Oh! How about we bring you to the Mystery Twins and thennnn to Greasy's! They have a show every now and then.” Pacifica grabbed her hairbrush. “Sure, they aren't the friendliest bunch, but their acts are fun!”

“The Mystery Twins? Are they some sort of performers?” [Reader] was confused. Rightfully so, not often did she come to random towns in the middle of nowhere. From what she the cousins have told her, it was full of weird people and even weirder phenomena. She was intrigued.

“I suppose you could say that.” Gideon sighed, getting up. “I'm not sure it's a good idea tho, I really don't want to see Mabel right now…”

“Oh, come on! She needs to at least know who to beware.” Pacifica pointed at him with her hairbrush in an accusatory way. The two started to banter.

“Wait, who are these twins?” [Reader], looked at the two as if it was a very unhinged tennis match.

“Oh don't worry, just some evil stuck ups.” said Pacifica. “In all seriousness tho, they should be avoided.”

“Yeah. They're just a pair of twins, about our age, who just perform magic tricks in a stupid blue tent. Mason and Mabel Gleeful. Tho everyone just calls Mason Dipper.” Gideon got up and grabbed his hat. “Shall we go?”

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

The walk to the Tent was uneventful, the trio was inducing in small chit chat and the occasional playful banter. [Reader], despite her original reluctancy, found herself enjoying her cousins’ presence. Perhaps this summer won't be so bad.

The Mystery Tent was… well, of course, a tent. A blue tent. A simple blue tent with some form of colourful pentagram drawn on it. Given how pricey the tickets were, the show better be worth the hustle.

The trio took their seats, [Reader] getting to be in the middle with Gideon to the left and Pacifica to the right. The lights suddenly turned off, indicating the beginning of the show.

A short and rather beautiful girl came on the stage, wearing a black bodysuit with black tights and heels. A bright blue blazer rested on her shoulders, her nails sporting a sparkly version of the same bright colour. Her brunette hair was styled in neat curls, a chunky headband adorning the top of her head akin to a tiara. On it was attached some sort of turquoise stone, different intensities dancing among it's surface. The lids of her magnetic grey eyes were coloured a shimmery blue, matching the theme of her outfit and the decor.

A tall young man stepped on the stage right next to her. He had neatly combed back brown hair with a singular white streak running through it. He wore black high waisted dress pants and a black button up blouse, with a blue waistcoat and cape that matched his eyes. It was the only real difference between him and his sister, really. The contrast of grey and blue was so striking it was as if foreshadowing their natures - the grey, her unpredictable personality, akin to a devastating storm, the blue the iciness of his attitude, the sharp edge of his speech, the hard stone-like stare. On his forehead, peaking beneath his perfectly styled bangs, could be seen a mark in the shape of the Big Dipper.

That's definitely where he got his nickname from. thought [Reader]. There's no doubt.

He wore a black bolo tie with the same sort of stone his sister had attached to it. There was something undeniably intriguing about these makeshift talismans, magnetic energy as if radiating from their surface.

Suddenly, as if sensing her stare, he turned his gaze toward [Reader]. His face was devoid of any emotions, his stoicism creating a glare on his perfect features. Hatred could be as if seen in his orbs and she couldn't help but start to resent him as well. There was something about him that made her blood boil and she would be unable to explain it even if she tried. His mere presence was irritating her, she couldn't think about anything else but how much she wanted to leave. Escape his scrutinizing glare and go devour a whole tub of mint chocolate chip ice cream. How could someone be so awful from just a stare? There was something plainly evil about his nature and she didn't like it one bit.

This was going to be one long summer.

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[planetnini]

PLEASE DON'T SAY YOU LOVE ME !

࿔･ﾟ*࿐ You kept catching glimpses of Suguru around even after his death. Thinking it may have been a trick on your mind, you brushed it off but when someone that looks and sounds exactly like him shows up at your apartment, you have no other choice but to take matters into your own hands... that is until you find out that he still might be in there.

pairing. geto suguru x gn!reader

tags. angst,, like seriously angst (this hurts so much please listen to me), the first half is a trick there is no happy ending, shibuya arc spoilers!!! (kenjaku is a bitch), violence/fighting (i get a bit descriptive sorry) and of course,,, major character death :)

word count. 2.8k

notes. this idea came to me one night and bambi encouraged me to write it so here it is. i hope no one kills me for this, i also can't believe this is my first official fic of jjk... anyways, get ready to (c)rumble, thank you! <333

“I thought I told you not to worry about me.” you said, phone tucked on your shoulder holding it to your ear as you took the grocery bag from the old lady giving a curt nod and smile. You moved the bags in one hand and pulled the phone out from your shoulder, pressing it against your ear.

“But then what else would I do?” Satoru whined, masking his concern with a playful question as you walked to the crossing, going to take the usual route home.

“Go bother someone else.” you teased.

Going for the dramatics you heard him gasp through the line, “You are so mean.” he replied and you don’t have to see him to know he is pouting. 

You chuckled, stopping in your tracks as you glanced over the scenic route through the park contemplating to take the long way home. Your attention is suddenly turned to the children with their parents, chasing each other around.

Your heart stuttered.

The mere sight elicited thoughts about your future; the plans you had come up with; the dreams you’d wish to share with Suguru that were torn away from you. The burdens of the jujutsu world were too much to handle alone, and you just know that if you were just a bit more attentive, you could have saved him.

“You need to be reminded that you’re not the only special grade sometimes.” you said, glancing at the way the soft cerulean of the sky weaved with a beautiful light orange. The sunset reminding you of days when Suguru would take you out after missions together.

“Do you think you’re stronger than me?” he chimed, and you rolled your eyes at his comment. Satoru was always like this but you knew that his voice was laced with worry and concern.

“I’m going to hang up.” you threatened as your feet move against their own will, deciding to take the long way home today. The cherry blossoms danced along with the wind, falling beneath you on the concrete as you continued down the path.

It is quiet for a moment and you think Satoru has hung up on you in response to your comment but when you hear him sigh, you can’t help but do the same.

It has been a rough few years for everyone, especially for Shoko, Satoru, and yourself. Not only had you lost your best friend the first time but you also had to lose him another time.

“Are you still there?” he interrupted your thoughts.

“Yeah.. I’m still here.” you replied as you let out an exhale, kicking some pebbles along your path.

“Are you still seeing him around?” he questioned, words picked out carefully.

You sighed, “you make me sound insane.” you responded as you stood at the traffic light waiting for the cars to pass by. Your eyes moved to the blossom leaves falling atop your head and on your clothes.

“I never said you were insane Y/N.” he grumbled and you can’t control the way your whole body relaxes at his words. You knew Satoru cared for you deeply and you had always appreciated it even if you didn't really show it. He had always kept an eye out for you, even before Suguru’s death, and while he was a handful, you knew he always had good intentions. “It wasn’t easy to be there." he added.

You thought back to that day where Satoru insisted you stay back as he went to find Suguru but one look at you and he caved. You wanted to go to find newfound peace but seeing him in this state did nothing for your closure, it only made your heartache worse.

Seeing him smile at you like he did the first day you met had sent butterflies all throughout your body.

Everything about him- every minuscule detail about him- had been exactly as you had remembered. He still had the same sweet and playful look in his eyes. He still had the same goddamn smile. He was still the same person you fell in love with all those years ago so it hurt. You cried, wept, and tried to be strong as you thought about the moments shared with him and how cruel it was that this was where you ended up.

You leaned down, and kissed his cheek as tears adorned your cheeks. Holding his hand and with three tight squeezes- a sign of sorry that you established as your relationship blossomed- he closed his eyes, prepared for the worst as a tear rolled down his face, and then he took his last breath.

“Satoru…” you uttered, completely speechless as you tried to clear your head, “I wanted to be there.”

There was a pregnant pause.

“Do you think it’s possible?” he questioned, uncertainty laced in his voice.

“That what Satoru? That by some miracle he’s alive?” you replied immediately regretting it.

It wasn’t just you that had to grieve the loss of Geto Suguru, and as much as you wanted to just go about your day without thinking about it, guilt would eat away at your bones for not constantly thinking about him.

“i’m sorry.” he sighed and you felt your heart clench at his apology. Why should he be apologising? It was unfair that grief was making you behave this way and you knew that sooner or later you'd need to talk to someone about it.

“I’m the one who should be sorry. I just don’t think my mind will let me forget it...” you sighed as you continued to walk slowly to your apartment.

The line is quiet and you don’t know what else to say. You don’t expect Satoru to even reply to you.

“You don’t have to forget. You can just live with it.”

Shoko had once told you that 'grief was love with no place to go' and while you hadn’t really understood it then, you did now. It was a way to understand the emotional ruins of grief as a continuation of the love you once had, even if the object of that love is no longer a part of your life. In a sense, Satoru was also telling you the same thing. He acknowledged that moving on didn't mean erasing the past and staying stagnant in the moment, but recognised that you can continue living a meaningful life whilst also carrying the grief with you.

You thought you were losing your mind and that seeing Suguru everywhere was a curse but maybe it was the world's way of letting you know that he was finally at peace. As you walked up the pathway to your apartment in a comfortable silence, you thought about his and Shoko’s words. 

Every single day you would return home to a place void of any remnant of Suguru. A place that is supposed to offer comfort now did the opposite but today felt different. Maybe it was a step towards another way of living and it wouldn’t be so hard to live with the grief.

“Where are you now?”

“Outside my door.” you spoke as you used a key to unlock the door.

“Okay. I’m glad you got home safe," he remarked, "I'll see you tomorrow?”

“See you then.”

“Stay safe.” he said and you know what he means.

“Love you too.”

You hung up the phone and took off your shoes before tossing everything onto the kitchen island and groaning as you stretched your back and neck. You turned to open the fridge, “Whoever you are, you have ten seconds to run before I kill you.”

You wouldn’t say you were the strongest, your abilities were nowhere to be compared to Satoru but everyone deserves a second chance, right? You let the entity decide its own fate. Don't say I didn't warn you...

“So... you’re the infamous Y/N.” 

That voice…

Your feet were frozen in place and you could feel your own heart sink into the pit of your stomach. There were words stuck in your throat as the nauseous feeling crept up and threatened to spill from your lips. This can’t be right… 

What felt like minutes passed by as you processed what, or rather who you just heard. The way your name rolled off their tongue was foreign. Was it really who you thought it was? Your mind must be going through it right now and although you know it’s not possible, you can’t help but hope it is who you think it is as you turned around.

“Suguru?” you uttered, eyes wide as the tears brimmed the edge of them as you stared at the man in front of you. 

“Bingo!” he chuckled.

You begged yourself to snap out of it. This was clearly a sick and twisted transformation technique but your heart betrayed you, standing there and not making a run for it.

“You’re probably thinking this is some illusion but thanks to your friend, I was able to obtain this body without much trouble.” he smiled and you felt goose bumps crawling up your arm at the strange sight. Despite how much this man looked and sounded like Suguru, you knew this was not the case at all.

Your jaw clenched, “What the fuck did you do to him?” 

“I could ask you the same thing,” he said, standing up from your sofa as he trudged towards you, “My cursed technique allows me to transplant my brain into anybody," he explained and you're heaving as you tried to keep your rage at surface level, "I have access to all of his memories, his skills, and whatnot."

You don't have it in yourself to attack just yet.

"He lived a long time without you in his life but somehow," he paused, "you take up almost every single memory.” he sounded frustrated and the tears threatening to escape your eyes do so- whether he was telling the truth or not, they still hurt you immensely. 

“So why are you here?” you growled as your body allowed itself to move again and maintaining eye contact with him as you focused all your energy to charge your technique.

“You are a hindrance to my plans.”

His weakness.

You released your cursed technique at him immediately and launched him across the room and as you moved to the table to grab your phone. One of Suguru’s cursed spirits wrapped around your hands and restrained you and using your abilities, you managed to get away from it. You shot him a look as he tilted his head with a smile, “I gave you ten seconds to run but I have something else settled for you now” you snapped as you continued to use your technique to your advantage as you continued to fight him.

You would say that against Suguru, it had always been a close call of who would win in a fight but this time it felt difficult. Who was this guy?

You continued to attack the man, fighting back with all your might. He wasn’t actually Suguru, so you didn’t feel the need to hold back. He caught you off guard with a calculated move and knocked you to the floor. You saved yourself from further injury as you used your arm to break the fall, but you managed to hit your head on the furniture with your head in the process.

You winced pushing yourself off your elbow as the man walked towards you with his hands in front of you as he tried to force you up by the throat, “Suguru...” you managed to say before he could grab you. 

Before you can even process it, there is a twitch of his hand that came up to his throat, choking himself as his fingers pressed down against the side of his throat, ultimately stopping himself from putting a hand on you.

Your eyes widened as your breath caught in your lungs. Was he still in there?

Kenjaku’s eyes widened, as his vessel- Suguru’s body- fought against him, and a laugh that used to be full of joy now sounded like nails on a chalkboard as it echoed through your apartment, “This is impressive!" he spoke, amused at the action.

By no means was Geto Suguru still alive, but protecting you had become muscle memory; it was an instinct that has embedded itself deep within his soul, one that Kenjaku would never truly be able to understand..

You are still on the floor, blood dripped down the side of your head as you moved up from your spot. Using your technique, you try and catch him off guard by putting all your strength into your next move, attacking him when he least expects it, “In all my years, I have never seen anything quite like this and it is all because of you.” he cackled. 

“It sounds like somebody is scared.” you taunted, smirking at the imposter to try to size him up.

“Well, let me tell you this,” he cleared his throat, “When a part of the original host reacts, you know what that means?”

“What?” you seethed, jaws clenched as you waited for him to finish his sentence.

“He’s still in here.” he whispered, and t had caught you off guard.

You wanted to attack but instead your heart sabotaged your next move allowing Kenjaku to have the upper hand. You struggled to react as you felt the pain of something on your left side and suddenly, you are on the floor gasping for air and you can feel him hover over you.

He pinned you down to the floor and slammed you against it to stop you from struggling but you were already incapacitated so what was the point?

In terms of physical strength, Suguru would always win by a landslide and this is when you wished you had taken your training more seriously. 

There was a visceral reaction that tears at Kenjaku as he has you in his hands which entertains him once again, “You have some nerve calling yourself a special grade sorcerer,” he sneered, “Are you holding back?”

You looked up at him and tried your absolute best to move but the pain is too much to handle. You clenched your jaw as your breathing became erratic, “You will find no peace, so long as you live.” you choked out.

He laughed and wrapped his hand around your neck tighter, his right hand reaching over to your hand- you don’t know what he expected from you now that you’re bleeding out. "You're hilarious," he rejoiced as his hand intertwined with yours, “So let me make this easier for you. Just think about him...” Kenjaku needed you to suffer so that he could shake Suguru’s will to its core, stripping anything left he had. You don’t know what you expected but then you felt a gentle squeeze.

One. 

You forced your eyes open to look up at the man who squeezed your hand. It seemed that he was unaware at the action. This guy said he had all of Suguru’s memories so was he just doing this on purpose? Is this Geto Suguru or is this the imposter that is using his body?

“It is honestly so sweet just how much he loved you after all those years apart.” he chuckled.

Kenjaku continued to put pressure around your neck with one hand, feeling the exact opposite of what Suguru was probably going through- an intolerable, gut-wrenching pain, without exaggeration. He can’t do anything but squeeze his hand in yours again.

Two.

You can’t fight back, you have no will. Even if by some miracle, how could you possibly hurt the man in front of you? The man you once loved...

“Is that why you’re not fighting back? Do you love him too much to hurt him?” 

Suguru’s soul pleaded. 

He wondered why he couldn’t be strong right now for you and resist but it was no use. You could see a tear falling from his face now as the final fragment of his soul tried its best to push through.

Three.

You’re choking. You can't swallow. You can't breathe. You can only see the man you loved in blurry vision from the lack of oxygen and through tears. He was sorry...

“I… I.. forgive.. y-” you choked out, voice restricted as Kenjaku forced himself to push through with his execution, tightening his grip.The finality of it all settled deep within his soul as Kenjaku watched the life leave your eyes as you took your last breath.

A tear rolled down your cheek and your existence on the Earth came to an end.

Suguru was not really gone but he might as well have been. He will exist for a long time knowing that he was the one that killed you and that he couldn’t do anything to stop it either.

It was on that night for the first time that Kenjaku felt the overwhelming amount of agony from his vessel. His soul ached, cried, and wailed that night, longing to be with you but he couldn’t- that was just how things were meant to be for you two.

You hoped he knew that you forgave him and that you would love him endlessly but as for now, you would wait...

tags! @stsgluver

i made y/n a special grade user because they could easily take down suguru if they wanted but just didn't do it hahahahahah

[icycoldninja]

Hello! Can you do a dmc boys + V with a rich S/o? Perhaps the boys didn’t know that their s/o was rich when they first started dating but as time went on and the relationship becomes serious the s/o starts to spoil their boyfriends with all kinds of stuff related to the things they like because after the stuff they went through they definitely deserve it.

Aww yes, here you go and enjoy!

Sparda boys + V x Rich!Reader headcannons

¤ Dante ¤

-He was completely oblivious to your wealth (as you did a great job of hiding it) and didn't really give it much thought until one day, when his power went out.

-He groaned, suddenly remembering he had no money to pay the bills, but then, astoundingly, the lights flickered back on.

-Was it a miracle? No, even better, it was you. You had paid his bills and gotten him out of debt with Lady--how?! Then you revealed you were rich, and Dante's mind was blown.

-Even after this stunning revalation, Dante still didn't care. He was very thankful for all your help, but he honestly had no sentiments towards being rich. He still treated you the same.

-The only thing he'll ask you for is for you to buy him some pizza, maybe once every week or so. He's not greedy.

-If you decide to shower him with presents anyway, he'll gladly accept and immediately find a way to make it up to you, be it taking you somewhere nice or...something else. No do not read into that

■ Vergil ■

-Vergil never noticed, and never cared. He is far too MOTIVATED to trifle with mundane things such as wealth.

-But then you presented him with a rare copy of a book that was worth hundreds of dollars, and he had to question, how did you obtain the funds for such a thing?

-Thus, you revealed you were absolutely loaded with cash, and Vergil was, understably shocked.

-After thanking you, he went right back to not caring about wealth because now he has this interesting book to read.

-Still, he appreciates it when you gift him little gifts, regardless of what they may be. You could give him a pebble you found on the side of the road, and he'd still treasure it forever.

-To reward you for your generosity, Vergil will do his best to take good care of you, physically and otherwise.

□ Nero □

-Nero didn't think much of it either, cause he's not shallow, but one day, Nico's van broke down in the middle of the road and was assaulted by demons who ripped up the exterior. Repairs were going to be extremely expensive, but then you stepped in and promised to take care of it all.

-Nero had to wonder, where'd you get the funds for that? You sheepishly revealed your wealth and he just shrugged.

-After thanking you and all that, things proceeded as usual, with you and Nero splitting the bills for everything as you always do.

-Nero never asks for anything, regardless of how expensive it is, but you don't care. You shower him with gifts, love and affection because this sweet boy deserves it.

-You two end up leaving little treats 'n things for each other at a designated "drop off" spot somewhere in your house.

-Your gifts always seem to be well thought out and expertly made, proving that you don't just buy meaningless trinkets to appease him, you get him things that truly have value.

● V ●

-V noticed you always seemed to be impeccably dressed, but didn't dwell on the subject since it wasn't all that important. His current objective was to get to know you further.

-Then, as things progressed between you, he found himself constantly receiving little presents on his doorstep, usually wrapped in shimmering velvet bows. There was no name tag and no writing on it, so he had no idea who was doing this or why.

-One day, Griffon caught you placing a little gift box and, Griffon being Griffon, decided to rat you out.

-V then approached you the next day and expressed his appreciation, which led to a massive confession on both your parts. You explained you just wanted to give him the luxury he deserves, and he was very touched, but insisted you didn't need to do that.

-But of course, you don't listen, and continued to spoil him however possible, even if you have to break in at 3:00 A.M. and leave it on his kitchen table.

-Eventually you had him move in with you, where you can treat him like the lovely princess he is.