#if you look REAALLY closely

[monomonkeykat]

ana trying to impersonate wario because he said he didn't feel like coming to work that day. she... well she tried her best please clap for her

[iuspired]

confessions - suna rintarou

about: DEFINITELY ooc but we don’t talk about that 😙 just you nd ur bsf sunarin catching up as per usual with tea to spill from the past 😝 we love to see it!

a/n: i wrote this awhile ago actually🫣 im fully done w finals………. idk what to think im so scared for the future. also trying diff formats and will actually work on my navi post during the summer so bare w me lol. anyways thank u for all the love on my last post mwahhh <3

“you know i used to have a crush on you?” you say, in between bites of your food.

you and your childhood best friend, suna rintarou, are at your promised monthly hangout, which ended up only being every couple months because your universities were far away from each other, so you both settled to meet up whenever your breaks overlapped. but it didn’t matter to you either way because you texted each other almost every other day. whether it was a tiktok link or an 8 ball.

“you used to what?” he replies, mouth agape as he sets his chopsticks down.

“i mean, it wasn’t a huge crush,” you say, … “maybe i was gaslighting myself but we were really close back then y’know?”

“oh? why didn’t you ask me out then?”

“mmm not sure. i guess..” you think about it. it was probably because starting high school, girls were all over him. it was also probably because those same girls would come up to you. passive aggressively ask if you were his girlfriend. you’d reply with a lighthearted laugh, “noo! we’re just close friends. he’s all yours if you want him.” maybe it was because he wouldn’t reciprocate any of the interest and love he received. he always replied, saying something along the lines of ‘oh i’m focusing on school” or just a simple, “i’m not interested”

it was mostly though, because you thought he’d reject you if you initiated something. and not wanting to ruin the relationship you had already built throughout the years, you suppress your feelings.

“you guess?”

“fear of rejection?” you laugh nervously.

“you think i would’ve rejected you?” he asks. he tilts his head, raising his eyebrows, giving you a look as if you were supposed to know.

“you had no interest for anyone so… i mean. i-” you stammer. fuck, why did i even bring this up?!

“well, believe it or not, i too, had a crush on my bestfriend.”

and just like that, you almost spit out your drink. “sorry, you- you liked me?”

“and that’s so surprising because?” he questions.

he really cannot wrap his head around this, huh. “you turned everyone and their mother down? mr. i’m too focused on school and i’m not interested? i could only assume that i was not wanted.”

“but did i ever directly say that to you?”

“no, but you wouldn’t need to. i listened when you rejected their advances, i can take a hint y’know.”

he sighed. “if you had asked me out back then, my answer would be different.”

“really?” you ask.

“really.”

you raise your eyebrows as you sip your drink.

“don’t believe me? you can try me now.” he smirks, flashing the smile you had fallen for back then, and you almost fold right then and there. though despite his confident demeanor, the slight rosy tint on his cheeks gives his nervousness away.

“oh? it’s almost as if you want me to ask you out.”

he playfully rolls his eyes. “okay, so maybe i do, but only if you want to..”

you do your best to suppress a smile as your cheeks turn into the same rosy color.

“here goes. ahem.. i uh-” your mind goes blank.

“wait so.. how do you ask someone out?”

“well, i’ve never asked someone out before because they always ask me” he winks.

you playfully roll your eyes.

“don’t overthink it. it’s just me right?”

you almost forgot. it’s just rin. the same rin who’s always there for you. but this is different.

“right.. i say this in almost all your birthday cards but you’re truly my rock in life, and i reaally want to be yours, and maybe more so.. may i be your girlfriend, suna rintarou?”

“well, if you insist i guess,” he shrugs.

“wooooww.. i see how it is” you say, crossing your arms teasingly.

“r-rin..” he catches you off-guard as he takes your hand in his.

“yeess?” he grins.

you remove your hands, immediately missing the warmth from his hands.

“first date jitters?” he chuckles.

“this is our first date?”

“technically, i guess, but-“

“no way this is our official first date. i’m wearing sweats!” you exclaim, looking down at what you’re wearing.

“i don’t see an issue, you always look pretty in anything you wear.”

“th- thanks,” you blurt out. well that’s new.

but it’s something you could deeefinitely get used to.

[prttykittes]

WEAK BABY WHO CANT DO ANYTHING! | Afab!reader [you/your]

characters- Scaramouche, Childe cw: reader is weak, Petnames: baby, cutie, doll, dollface, gn!reader, reader wears panties(Childe), Afab!reader, overstimulation, riding(Childe), cowgirl(Scaramouche), unprotected sex(Scaramouche) . notes- kinda self insert because I am weak as heck and I had been thinking about a sex thing in Childe's for a while now! :D I will do part 2 w/ dottore & diluc later :D

SCARAMOUCHE

"what's wrong, doll?" He says, his smirk never leaving your face. Your hands are close to your chest, your eyes are heavily. He wasn't even close to cumming, you were embarrassed. Your body was trembling like crazy, you mumble and your lips were trembling. His dick rests in you, he lets out a small chuckle. "Can't even last that long? Oh well, your cuteness makes up for it" he says, rubbing at your hips. He grips it as you gasp, feeling his fingers dig into your skin. You look down at him, he has a big smirk on his face. He looks beautiful like this, god. You get even more hornier with this position, his dick was good but this sight was even better. He moves his hips, you let out a moan-gasp. He pushes you more down on him, your cunt clenching around his dick. He goes faster, moving his hips. His thumb rests on your clit, massaging your clit as he fucks your wet warm pussy. You let out Multiple moans, your eyes roll back as you hold on his chest. Your arms tremble, you can feel yourself about to go limp, his dick was simply too much. "Archons, you can reaally be loud, baby." He says, your loud moaning makes him harder and is it possible, I don't know but it just makes you clench in him harder. Your arms give out, he laughs as he holds you tight. He goes faster, holding your waist and your ass as he goes faster and harder, your eyes roll back as you begin to drool. He throws his head back slightly, his dick spasms in you. You let out a struggled moan as he fills you up with gooey goodness!

CHILDE

"come on, babes" he says. "You can do this by yourself" he encourages you, rubbings at your arms softly and gently. You gently shake your nod as your mind is hazy, your cunt is already dripping wet. Your pussy aims at his dick, you gulp as his big dick is already leaking out his delicious pre-cum. Your small hands compared to his, grab ahold his dick. You stroke it, moving your hand up and down. You smile as your palm rubs his tip, calming some of his pre-cum, you bring your palm to your mouth, licking up his tasting goodness. He grabs a condom and puts it on. He smirks as he lifts you up, your let out a struggled moan. Your eyes go dizzy as you can feel something big nudge against your clit. You yelp as you can feel your pussy tingling, you can feel wetness go down your pretty leg. He doesn't say anything, he moves your body, making your clit rub against his length. He lifts you up as your dick tip hits at your clit, you throw your head back. Your mouth opens as you moan, he impales you with his dick. Finally putting your delicious wet cunt on his dick, you gasp as he moves you. Making you ride him, he moves you faster, he uses you like a fleshlight and your loving it. He groans and soon lets out a moan when he can feel himself about to climax, and he does. He fills you up, he pulls out his dick and takes off the condom, he slaps your face with it. Oh, you want to go for more rounds but damn, you can't. Well overstimulation is the best, isn't it?

[ghoulphile]

ur user really makes me think about the idea that Coop really likes teasing you for finding him hot. Mumbling in your ear " you fuck all ghouls or just me, sweetheart?" or reaally liking when he makes you gasp "ghoul" when you cum on his dick. Something about corruption kinks, that he loves the idea of turning someone into a proper wastelander

i- 👁️👄👁️ i have never felt so called out in my goddamn life

... especially if at first you used to recoil from him, did your best not to touch him, etc. and maybe - just maybe - he taunted and teased you for months, a slow seduction if you will. using his charm to butter you up, get you comfortable.

eventually your breath started to catch when he crowded close, a smirk tugging at his lips while you, wide-eyed, waited to see what he'd do only to be disappointed as he backed off. then you started trying to sneak little brushes of his bare hands when he wasn't wearing gloves.

he kept pressing the boundaries, testing - and breaking - your limits. until finally you can't take it anymore, crumbling under the sexual tension that's been building for weeks - months.

you don't recoil from him anymore, in fact, you lean into him, mouth hungry and hands greedy, plastering yourself against him as much as possible; scrambling into his lap and trying to grind on his dick as you seek out his lips.

only he keeps his hands to himself, chuckles at how cute you look all desperate and teary-eyed. lets you sit with that rejection until you quietly ask if he doesn't want you, if you read the signs wrong.

lets the silence drag out before reaching up to cup your cheek and brush his scarred thumb over your lips, tracking the flutter of your lashes, the needy pucker of your mouth as you lean into the touch, tongue flicking across the pad of his fingertip.

"well now, ain’t this interestin'. you damn near yacked the first time i touched you, and now you can't get enough. so which is it? i'm gettin' all kinds of confused."

"i - i," your hands bite into the meat of his shoulders, "oh god, please, just - just do something, anything! i can't take it anymore."

"what would the vaulties think of you now, huh? pantin' like a bitch in heat for a ghoul." his dark eyes glint in the low light of the campfire, hellfire dancing in their depths as he tsks. "you really want my dick so bad you'd let me do whatever i wanted, wouldn't you, sweetheart?"

a filthy rush of shame-lust-arousal blooms to life behind your navel; a hook that sinks deep and tugs so hard your thighs clench around his hips. your nails drag over the ragged cloth of his jacket as you squirm, eyes flicking off to the side.

"uh huh," he says, tapping your cheek firmly. "none of that. you look me in the face and you answer me - i ain't askin' twice."

tears cling to your lashes when you turn back, your lower lip pulled tight between your teeth. tremors work their way through your shoulders, down your arms, ending in the jittery caress of your fingers along his neck.

"i want..." you swallow, tongue glued to the roof of your mouth as your throat clicks against itself. "i want y-your dick."

a roguish grin slices across his face, all teeth as he says, "you better work for it then, darlin'. gotta show me you deserve it first."

[webbluvrsugar]

JJ Maybank x unicrush!reader au!

cw: fluff, fools in love, no smut, no use of y/n.

JJ Maybank has been following and watching you around uni for a while now, and you’ve been just pretending you don’t notice his looks for a while, because they are just so obvious.

He always eyes you up from the other side of the room when you’re at a frat party, you’re wearing a tiny dress and he’s dressed all boyish, classic player, those shorts that go to his ankles, that shirt that’s barely buttoned up or maybe a tee, a classic cap thrown backwards over his head, maybe even some rings, his hair all messy, his sweatshirt tossed over his shoulder and he just won’t stop looking at you.

You try to ignore his glances, because he does it all just so shamelessly, even when you’re just talking with your friends, one leg crossed over the other with the red cup on your hands, most times, he’s goofing around with his, sometimes even taking shots, playing some alcohol related game that you don’t know about, always looking back at you when everyone’s clapping and cheering at him, as if trying to impress you.

But it doesn’t stop there.

Even when you’re out of those parties when you think he won’t notice you because well, he’s sober now, he still does, his eyes never leave you, you think that maybe, he does really like you.

You sit down alone at one of the tables from the campus cafe, open your laptop and pull your notebooks out when the waitress brings your coffee.

You start to take notes, JJ’s already noticed that you walked in a few minutes ago, and now that you’re distracted, he excuses himself and walks to you.

“Uhhh… ‘s this seat taken?”

He flashes you a boyish grin, removing his cap and placing it on the table before you even answer, you raise a brow, look him up and down before you nod, and then he seats next to you.

When he notices you’re not making any effort to talk to him, he curses himself, lays against the couch and manspreads right besides you, his eyes flicking between you and his friends before he speaks again anxiously.

“Sooo…” he licks his lips. “Are you studying anything right now orrr…”

His question is a little stupid, maybe even awkward — he can literally see what you’re doing.

“Just taking notes.” You answer, looking back at him.

“Cool, cool…” he mutters, one of his hands running through his hair. “Andddd what is it that you’re drinking?”

“An iced latte.” You speak.

You don’t know what he’s doing, what kind of tactic he’s trying to use on you, but you still play into it, you speak to him, because sure, he may be juuuuust a little stupid, but he’s still attractive, and he’s trying, that counts, it’s already much more than the other guys did for you.

“Aah, never tried that,” he chuckles. “You should try whiskey, helps when you’re studying.”

He jokes and you laugh, a hushed one but it still comes out, a smile plays on your lips and it quickly transfers into his when he sees it’s starting to work out for him.

“At four pm?” You joke back.

“Yeah, tried once, it really worked.” He points to your notebooks. “Was taking notes in the speed of light.” He makes a funny sound effect, it makes you laugh again.

“Didn’t you fail all your exams?” You tease, crossing your arms and turning to look at him.

Good, he already managed to take your attention from your stupid books to him.

“You know that’s — that’s a really good point but,” he pauses, closing your laptop with a finger. “I said I took quick notes not good ones.” He shrugs.

“Reaally convenient.” You roll your eyes, a soft smile escaping the corners of your lips as he sits closer to you.

“Hey, ‘m just telling the truth.”

He raises his arms, defensive, and chuckle, maybe spending time with him is not that bad as you thought earlier. You spend time speaking, getting to know each other better, he flirts with you cause of course he does, and even if it’s cheesy, maybe even goofy, you like his little jokes, his little flirts, the way he pushes your hair behind your ear, pokes you and pinches you in between his phrases, the way he acts like that typical frat boy.

It’s pleasing, comfortable, but it’s getting late, you’ll have to go soon.

“This is really nice, really, but… I have to...” you speak, he interrupts.

“No — no, it’s fine can I just..” he swallows, leans closer. “Can I just have your number?”

A loud laugh escapes you, you quickly cover your mouth, your cheeks flush almost immediately because it looks like you’re making fun of him, but you’re not, it’s just unexpected, JJ could’ve chosen anyone, and he chose you, it’s comical. He stares at you for a while, waits for you to speak when one of his eyebrows raise, you finally make a move to answer his question.

“I.. I’m sorry, y - yes, here you go.” So you give him your number, he smiles like his day just got better, his eyes light up in joy and when you start to walk away after packing your stuff, he quickly starts to fuss around with his clothes, is he — is he taking off his sweatshirt?

“Here, just, just take it, you’re probably gonna be cold and - and I don’t really need it, yeah?”

With a face like that, how could you refuse?

[melodic-haze]

... Arlecchino with a reader taller than her? Would that change anything? I'm so curious 😇

☆ — DEMO TRACK: sub!Arlecchino x dom!Reader

☆ — TYPE: NSFW

☆ — CONTENT WARNINGS: Reader has a cock/strap referred to as such

☆ — NOTES: Can I say I tried to make this sfw first and then failed when I realised the potential

☆ — PARTS: Part 1 (you are here), Part 2

This is so fucking funny to me bc when you think ab it Arlecchino's acc REALLY fucking short without heels compared to her height ON heels

Don't laugh at her face ab it though unless you want death 🤷‍♀️

I'm like 5'5 I wish I was tall enough for Arle to have to look up at me :/

In all seriousness though I do think that she uses heels both as a weapon with those fuckass blades, but also as a way to seem taller and more intimidating—the cold, unfeeling Father that she wanted to present herself as, completely untouchable

When you're taller than her though?? God, without heels it gets her feeling things she hadn't thought she'd ever feel, let alone being taller than her WHILE she has heels on 🫶

She actually feels powerless, a feeling that is usually most unpleasant, and yet.......she actually finds herself liking the height difference as she looks up at you to actually look you in the eye

It'd wake up the undiscovered size kink she didn't even KNOW she had bc nobody else reaally made her feel sooo I mean yes ❗️ Something very much changes in her ☺️☺️☺️☺️

"Ah.. mn..!"

Long nails, practically talons at this point, threatened to break your skin as you pounded her insides relentlessly. Arlecchino was always such a good girl for you, taking whatever you gave her without a single complaint.

You couldn't help but deem yourself lucky, to witness such a docile, subservient side to her, considering the ever-so-stoic persona she dons. Not as if it stopped with you simply witnessing her majesty, no—you were the entire reason why she was pliant like this, a powerful figure practically turning herself into an obedient ragdoll for you to use for your own satisfaction.

Not as if you were selfish though. No, if anything, from the way she had often looked at you and the fact that she would much rather let her own actions speak in her stead, she enjoyed being used like this.

..Enjoyed it a little too much, actually.

There were times when you've seen her look up at you woth a dazed look in her eyes—the crimson crosses often scanned you up and down before looking away with a tint in her cheeks. Of course, it had confused you to no end; was there something she saw?

You only figured it out when she had decided to idly comment on your height one time when you had helped her with taking a book from the uppermost shelves, her heels gone in favour for comfort within the safety of your own home.

"You.. are rather tall," that's all she said, the same coat of rare pink on her cheeks before staring at you—at your hands—before shaking her head and walking away swiftly.

...

Actually, this might be the best time to test your hypothesis.

You sat up, putting your pace into an abrupt stop, as you placed your hands on the curve of her ass and kept her close.

As knee-deep in pleasure as she was, one could never take away the sudden instinct of alert observation, "Is.. mm.. Is there something wrong, my beloved?"

You shook her head, "No, no, just.. brace yourself."

"Why would-- ..!"

Her breath hitched as you lifted her into the air, her hands crossed onto your shoulders as she held onto you in shock. Not as if you gave her room for a reaction, anyway, since you had easily slammed back into her the next second.

The new upward angle paired with the closeness between the two of you had her practically seeing stars as you hit spots that she hadn't realised existed within her. Every time your cock plunged inside her pussy, the tip hit the deepest spots—ones you had only grazed when you really went rough with the Harbinger.

Not to mention her feet weren't touching the floor.

You had lifted her up, and with the height difference between you two, she was exactly she couldn't allow herself to be.

Powerless.

Considering the way she rolled her eyes with a groan before putting her head on your shoulder and biting your skin as you pounded her into the air, she actually fucking enjoyed it.

She'll have to assess.. everything later, but for now she didn't care. Not when you're having your way with her.

Moment you have her up in the air is the moment her mind goes I fear

Like you mean to tell her that she's?? Up in the air without her fucking power??? Because you're tall enough for you to just. Lift her up?????? Her feet aren't touching the ground and the realisation has her juices GUSHING out ohhhhmy god

Not just the fact that she feels so powerless with you, but the way that her feeling small in your arms = her feeling safe as well???? Like you're her barrier from the world that's done her wrong time and time again, the world that's taken the most important things—people—away from her. Being fucked like this in your arms helps her forget all those for a while and feel safe and small, like she's the one being taken care of this time instead of the other way around

She wouldn't be asking you to do this again though, mind you..........but she does look at you and sizes you up and really that's all you need as a notice of what she wants 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

[foresdxw]

niki accidentally saying he loves you

niki x reader | request | Work has me exhausted, and I don’t want to think anymore, and I just can’t hold back from mumbling I love you into your hair. Uh, sorry. | i'm alive, and unedited!

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when niki entered your living room, he didn't say a word.

"hey!" you greeted him, immediately noticing the tired look in his eyes. "are you okay?"

niki simply plopped face-down on your large couch and made a whining sound that somewhat resembled a yes, unmoving.

you reached your hand out to his head and brushed your fingers through his hair. "long day?"

niki sat up, stared at you for a few moments, and then threw his arms around your neck, knocking your from your sitting position and nuzzling his face in your hair as you fell back, partially throwing his legs over yours and trapping you to your couch as if he was a nice, weighted blanket. "Reaally long day," he confirmed.

"aww, i'm sorry." You pat his head and accepted the way he was sort of squishing you. "you didn't have to come over if you were so tired, i know your schedule is busy..."

"nooooo," niki squished you even harder. "i need to come here after... i'm so tired of being around everything all the time and... when i come here I don't have to think anymore."

you felt like niki was barely making sense, but you could tell he needed comforting. "okay, no more thinking. only movie night." you rubbed his back.

niki rubbed his face in your hair and whined again. "i love you," he mumbled. if he wasn't as close to you as he was, you probably wouldn't have heard it.

your hand that was rubbing his back froze. "what?"

you had liked niki for a long time, and couldn't believe your ears. all this time, you had just been friends, and you had forced your feelings for him down as hard as you could because you knew it would never happen.

"what?" niki replied immediately. he was trying to play it cool, but you could feel his body tense against yours.

"what did you just say?" you asked.

niki got off your and sat up-- all the way on the opposite side of the couch. "i didn't say anything. you're hearing things." he took the remote to the tv and glued his eyes to the screen. "we were planning on an anime movie, right?"

"yeah..." you whispered, sitting up and crossing your arms. you couldn't help but be mad-- niki's denial made you feel like he was messing with you, another cruel prank from the mind of a teenage boy-- mess with the girl you know has a crush on you. it was the oldest prank in the book, but you didn't think he would do this to you, his best friend.

"...okay, which one should we watch?"

you shrugged.

niki sighed and moved closer to you. he was mentally slapping himself for slipping up like that. he knew things would be awkward if he ever admitted that he was in love with you-- you brought him the peace and calmness he needed in his crazy life-- yet that was the reason why he was so relaxed around you that he felt like he could be himself and speak his mind around you-- and you and the fact that he loves you tended to be the main thing on his mind, a lot of the time.

the fact that you weren't saying anything was proof of how awkward it would be if he ever admitted he loved you, niki assumed. but still, he hated being apart from you. if he couldn't be your boyfriend, he was going to make sure he remained your best friend.

niki inched even closer to you, to where he was pressed against your side. "how about we watch your favorite?"

you shook your head. "we've seen it enough. it's fine."

oh, no. niki knew that when you said "it's fine", that clearly meant that absolutely nothing was fine. but to be honest, his head hurt to much and he was too tired to deal with this.

"ugh, alright. i love you, okay? but it's nothing. i just don't want it to get awkward." niki admitted. "uh, sorry."

you froze for a second-- before remembering this is niki you were talking about, and rolled your eyes. "seriously, niki, that's not funny. i thought you were tired."

"what? what's not funny?" niki turned to face you, and now you were the one with your eyes glued to the screen, refusing to look at him.

"you can't mess with my feelings like that. i know jake has probably told you how i feel by now." a tear rolled down your cheek as you regret confiding in jake about your feelings for niki. he told you it was okay, but you knew how close they were.

"what?!" niki somewhat squeaked. "you told *jake*? and he didn't tell me?!"

you rolled your eyes and moved to get up. "okay, this is just getting mean--"

niki grabbed you by your shoulders and sat you back down, turning you and forcing you to stay seated and face him. "no!" he moved his face unnecessarily close to yours and looked into your eyes. "i--" niki sighed and cupped your face when he noticed tears were falling, wiping them away with his thumb. "please don't cry," he took a deep breath. "i love you."

you sniffled, trying not to crack under the intensity of the moment. you wanted to believe him, but you couldn't. "in what way?"

"like-- uh..." niki racked his brain for an answer that would make you believe him, but he couldn't think of the words that could possibly describe how feels, so instead, he showed you.

he moved one of his hands to the back of your head, and kissed you, hard, before he could stop himself.

once his lips were on yours-- he realized that there was still a large chance you might not like him back at all and push him away, so he kissed you with all his might, wrapping his arms around you and cradling you gently as he kissed you passionately, hoping you would understand what he meant, and not hate him for it.

his mind went blank-- once again not thinking of anything but you, so it took him a moment to realize... you were actually kissing him back.

you pulled away first, just before the moment crossed the line from kiss to make-out. you panted slightly, trying to catch your breath. "oh."

you tried to fight the smile growing on your face, but niki noticed it, and couldn't help but grin back. "yeah." he shook his head. "wait, you told jake you have feelings for me? when?"

"i started telling him about... a year ago?" you estimated.

"oh my god, i'm gonna kill him." niki turned around to reach for his phone and scream at jake virtually.

now, it was your turn to grab him and pull him back. "please, don't commit murder. i made him promise."

niki totally forgot all about his anger when he looked into your eyes again. "okay..." he grabbed your hand. "but only because i love you."

[moonstruck-poet]

For All Time

Pairing - Loki x fem!reader

Summary - the reader was Loki's bestfriend since childhood until teenage and he was in love with her but maybe they were just never meant to be.

Warnings - death

Requested by - @akshinayak I reaally hope it was good enough and tysm for the request!

They say breaking up with your partner hurts the most. That's not true, Loki thought to himself. They say falling out of love hurts the most. That's not true, he thought.

"What really hurt-" he whispered to himself and clenched his jaw. His crown of long, black horns feeling a lot burdensome. "-Is knowing that you would've had a chance, would've had a future together. But you didn't. All because of your own selfish reasons and insecurities".

He scoffed, leaning back onto his new throne, one that he ironically had no intentions of wanting and gripped the handle.

The frustration about himself melting away to make way for deep, agonizing pain and heartbreak as he caught onto a thread of your lifeline.

Loki's lips were tightly pressed together when he decided to watch over you, something that he had done last night itself. He couldn't help himself, seeing as your condition was deteriorating day by day.

With a deep sigh leaving his lungs, he closed his eyes, head leaning back against the throne as a certain memory drifted into focus. Putting everything else on hold.

"Fancy any one of them, do you?" Your playful voice asked when he looked at various pictures of princesses.

"Absolutely not," he slammed the last one on the table.

"Pity. I would've loved to see my best friend getting married".

Best Friend. He gritted his teeth, running a hand through the long locks and looking out of the window. That's all he would ever be. A best friend. Nothing more. Never.

Despite being able to sense emotions and read people well, the God of Mischief failed to recognise your feelings. He somehow never took notice of your lingering touches, of your constant staring and looking at him as though he had hung the stars."

Do you have anyone in your mind Loki?" You asked quietly and stood next to him. His emerald irises clashing against your golden-brown ones. "You can tell me, you know?"

You. Its always been you.

He wanted to scream it out loud, wanted to yell and make the whole world know the fact that it was you whom he had fallen for.

"There's no one," he answered abruptly and completely avoided your gaze, and in the meanwhile also not noticing the way your eyes seemed to dull.

He had loathed himself for every passing second after that incident. How different would life have been had he confessed his feelings right then?

He would still have to go through everything, but at least he could've had you right by his side. And that alone would've made all the difference in the world.

He swallowed the misery before regaining control and finally looking at you from high above. But in an instant his facade broke, face contorting in pain upon seeing your weak and frail body. A startling contrast to the strong and regal woman that you had once been.

"Oh my love," he whispered to himself, his eyes raking over every little change that had taken place in the short course of twenty four hours.

You had injured yourself, heavily. A group of oursiders had somehow managed to invade your territory, catching everyone off guard and naturally you had taken the lead.

Fighting alongside Lady Sif and your husband, Alvis.

Another painful wound struck his heart when he saw the said person entering your room, his face drowned in sorrow and desperation.

"How are you, my queen?" Alvis sat down next to her.. Next to his queen, Loki said in his mind.

"I am fine," you smiled back, your expression the epitome of exhaustion.

"Rest, yes?" He said and took her hands in his, caressing the skin. "I will be back soon enough, have to go through some work".

Loki watched as you barely managed to nod, he watched as your loving husband pressed a kiss on your forehead, something that he was supposed to do.

A harsh breath escaped his throat and he let go of the branch, his heart not being able to see its other half being in immense pain.

He had no rights, absolutely none to want himself to be in the place of your husband. He was selfish, arrogant, entitled, pessimistic whereas Alvis was the complete opposite.

You had found yourself a man who loved and worshipped you exactly the way you were supposed to be. He could've never been able to do that. You deserved someone so much better than him. Always.

"Would it be so bad, hmm?" You questioned softly, searching his eyes for an answer.

"I fail to understand what you are talking about," he muttered and looked anywhere but at you.

"I think you understand perfectly enough".

He didn't answer and walked away, because what else was he supposed to do?

"Is the idea how us getting merried so bad that you can't even look at me?" You asked, a small smile on your face.

"I did not say that".

"You surely implied that".

"I-" he cut himself off and turned to face you, his expression holding anger. "I do not wish to get married," he stated, his eyes glaring into yours but you were barely fazed.

"Okay," was all you could say and Loki immediately noticed the way your face changed drastically. You tried to offer him a smile, but for once he saw right through that.

"Okay," you repeated again, backing away from him, taking one step at a time which lead to a huge barrier between the two.

He merely watched you leave, rooted the spot. He probably didn't know it, but he had lost you at that moment. Not as friends no, you would always continue being friends. No one in the universe could possibly break one of the strongest bonds between two people.

"I love you," he whispered to the now empty room, falling down to his knees as a lone tear slipped down his cheek. "Always".

Loki let out a bitter laugh at the memories. Out of all the things he could've said, he uttered the most bitter lies.

He was a changed man now. He replayed all those moments in his head, being able to see all the chances that he had lost. Seeing just how hurt you had been from every selfish comment he had made.

What would he give to go back and change everything instantly.

It was unfathomable, the amount of love his entire being held for simply one person. Nobody ever came close, and never would. He may have been a narcissist, an arrogant liar, a tricking asshole.

But there was one thing that nobody else could do other than him. And that was to love you, adore you in such a way that a mere hiccup in your life caused him pain. To care for you like you held his lifeline in your rough, scarred, but soft hands. To want you in a way that nobody had done before.

Because that's how Loki has. If he loved someone, he loved them enough to terrify himself about the lengths he would go for, namely for the person's happiness.

He had done so countless of times for you, and unknown to him, you had cherished every single minute of those special occasions. Keeping them so close to your heart that they bloomed whenever you were happy and blocked your breathing when you were devastated.

He was lost in thought, but a sudden tug in his chest pulled him out. Loki frowned at the strange feeeling, his intuiton telling him something terrible had happened.

His breathing quickened as he gripped the branch, your branch, noticing the fading green light causing sweat to erupt on his forehead and neck.

"No, no no no," he chanted, feeling as though the world had collapsed upon seeing the scene in front of him. "No," he whispered, heart slowly but surely shattering.

He watched Alvis, tapping your cheek frantically and gently shaking your body as he yelled for the doctors to be brought. "Stay with me, my queen. The doctors are coming, please, stay with me!"

Sif was on your other side, holding one of your hand in hers, pressing the back to her lips. "I'm sorry," she whispered in between tears as her body shook.

Your face, Loki saw and swallowed. It was still as beautiful as ever. Those golden-brown eyes that made him catch his breath everytime he glanced your way, those sharp eyebrows arching whenever you narrowed your eyes playfully and that gorgeous smile that you presently held.

"I'm okay," you croaked out, "I'm alright".

The two people surrounding you simply cried harder at that, bowing their heads and pressing the back of your hand to their temple. Their way of paying respect to the bravest warrior they'd seen.

Loki's chest felt empty, as though his heart too was slowly dying, following his soulmate to the afterlife. Silent tears were flowing down his cheeks without a halt. There was only one thing he could think of to do now and he did just that.

Your eyes were half open, understanding that your end was nearing soon and you didn't have any regrets. You had lived a beautiful life inspite of the hardships.

But then a sudden warmth made you open your eyes completely for one last time. Your head tilted to see the rays of light gushing in through the open window, bathing your entire body in its glow.

You didn't fail to notice the green tint that was present and your heart skipped a beat, despite already being in a fragile state. "Loki," you whispered, your voice barely audible but the one who needed to hear it heard his name clearly.

And you took your final breath, a content smile on your face as your eyes closed.

His soul shattered next, everything suddenly feeling cold all of a sudden as he slumped back in his throne, breathing heavily and swallowing harshly.

"Rest easy, my love. I will love you, for all time, always," he said to the skies.

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[callsigndragon]

Seeing Red | Ch. 5: Used to it ✍️

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x ex-wife!Reader (Call sign: Red Queen)

Word count: 2.4k

Warnings: sassy red, jake being an ass, more mav and jake being father and son, mentions of dead, some ex-wife/ex-husband unresolved tension, and... Liam's reveal.

A/N: I literally wrote this in 4 hours i was REAALLY obsessed with this idea and here it is. Comments are welcomed and THERE'S AN AUTHOR NOTE AT THE END THAT EXPLAINS A BIT SOME PARTS OF THIS BUT IT'S IN THE END TO AVOID SPOILERS.

(Whoever wants to be tagged, comment down below!)

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When you walk out of the base towards the tarmac, you see Jake talking with someone. He seems older. Both of them turn toward you, Jake attempting to flee as soon as he recognizes your presence, but the other one stops him, both of them approaching you. Once they’re close, you remember who the other man is.

"Captain Mitchell?" you ponder, covering your eyes with your hand because the sun is shining brighter than usual. 

“Red Queen! It’s been a while. Last time we worked together, you weren’t even married.” He says, Jake groaning beside him. 

“If you told me that I would get married and divorced in the span of three years, I would have said that was bullshit.” 

“How many times are you gonna mention it?” Jake protests, taking off his glasses. 

“The same amount of times I tried to call you and text you after you left the fucking divorce papers on the kitchen counter.” You challenge him, waiting for his reaction. 

“I guess they were a lot.” Maverick adds, making Jake cover his face in disbelief. “Anyway, Cyclone told me that you were doing a dogfighting exercise, so I thought I could join." 

“Mav, did he give you the green light, or are you trying to make me break some rules on my first day?” 

“Well, maybe he didn’t agree 100%. But I want to help you!” 

You’re about to protest when you feel your phone ring in your pocket. “I’m gonna take this call and go ask Cyclone. Wait for me to come back, and I’ll let you know if you can fly or not, Mav.” 

You turn around and get inside the building, answering the call. You don’t even need to check the screen to know who it is. 

“Hey pretty boy.” 

“So… you fucked up real good, buddy.” 

“Oh yeah? I didn’t notice.” He is tempted to walk away, but then he hears Red talking. 

"Hey pretty boy" 

"Pretty boy?" Jake mumbles, crossing his arms over his chest. 

"Looks like she has moved on." Mav whispers, patting Jake's back. 

"No, Liam, we can't have a cat. We have a dog, and that's a lot of work already." 

Red enters the building, and Jake stays there, completely astonished. "Who the fuck is Liam?" 

"Your replacement?" He shrugs. 

"Fuck off, Mav"

And just like he did hours ago, Mav smacks Jake's head again. "I'm not the bad guy here, son. And I don't know if you're allowed to be mad. You asked for a divorce." 

"You know why I did it." 

Mav sighs, taking off his glasses. "Yeah, I know. And I told you there may have been other ways to solve the problem." 

"I couldn't find any other one. Look, I can tolerate being around her at work. But she's gonna be friends with all the team because that's how she is, just the purest human being to ever walk on earth. I'm telling you now, if I have to see her walk in the Hard Deck hand in hand with an asshole that doesn’t deserve her, I'm asking for a relocation."

"And you think you deserve her? Jake, I know better than anyone how you feel. I let Penny slip away from me many times, and I came back many more. I just—" he looks around, as if trying to find the right words. "I just want you to remember that you vowed to be together for better and for worse. And when the worst came, you didn't tell her and made a decision by yourself." 

"You think I don't know that?" He takes out his phone, showing the lock screen to Mav. "I never changed it. I couldn’t. It's a reminder of what I had and what I lost. A fleeting glimpse of the only happiness I've ever known, and an endless torment of what I lost." 

Mav scoffs. "You sound like that guy from Pride and Privilege." 

"...you mean Pride and Prejudice?" 

"THAT ONE!" 

"Really, Mav? One of the greatest books to ever be written, and you don't even know the title?" 

"Have you even read it?" The older man mocks. 

"Yes, I did." 

"Bullshit." 

"It's true, I bought it for him," Red says, walking past them. "Get in your plane, pops. We're going for a ride." 

Jake watches Red jogging towards her plane, new letters added to the side, her name and call sign. And his last name. Seresin, in big black letters. 

“Why did she keep my name?” Jake ponders.

“What?” 

“Look." He points at Red's aircraft. "Seresin. Why is she using it?” 

“I don’t think I have a good answer for that, son. Come on, I have to fly.”

It's all good until Jake's turn comes. All of them are amazing pilots, of course, they're the best of the best. You didn't expect anything different. Rooster is the fastest to take you out. Mav explains to you how, until a few years ago, he was afraid of his own potential. You can hear how proud Mav is now, as if Rooster were his own son. In a way, you know he is. 

"Hey, Red. Can I ask you a question?" Bob mutters through the comms. 

"You just did, Bob." You laugh. "Of course you can." 

"Why Red Queen as a call sign? You don't seem like the kind of girl that chops off heads."

You laugh again, turning to be closer to Phoenix's plane. You wave at Bob and he waves back with a chuckle. "It has some resemblance to the Red Queen, but not entirely. Have you heard of the Red Queen hypothesis?"

"Not really."

"According to the Red Queen hypothesis, a species needs to evolve and adapt in order to survive because its competitors are doing the same."

"Did you evolve and adapt?"

"Yep. Being an aviator wasn't in my plans." You confess, remembering the old times. 

"And what were your plans?"

"She wanted to be a lawyer." 

"I don't think they were asking you, Seresin." You retort, moving your plane to an inverted position, and flying above Jake's plane. "If I want you to talk, I'll let you know." 

"I think you're abusing your power, Commander," he mutters, looking straight into your eyes. 

"I'm just giving you as many chances to talk as you gave me, Lieutenant."

You move your plane away, the radio has become silent. "But yeah, I wanted to be a lawyer."

"What changed?" 

"My dad died in Iraq when I was a teenager. His plane crashed. He wanted to defend his country so much that he died doing it. And I took his place."

"Adapt in order to survive." Bob mutters. 

"That's it." 

“It says a lot about you, Red. Your father will be proud.” Mav comments, moving to your right. “Anyway, are we gonna play or what?” 

“Yeah, we’re in the right place already. Okay, Phoenix, Jake, you have thirty seconds to fly away from us. After that, fight’s on.” 

“Aye aye, Red”

“Yes, Commander.” 

A tiny part of you almost feels bad that Jake has to address you by rank. 

Almost. 

You wait thirty seconds. Mav immediately goes after Phoenix, and you know he’s giving you the chance to see how Jake reacts. Instead of going after Mav to ‘free’ Phoenix, he leaves his wingman alone. What the fuck does he think he’s doing? 

“Phoenix, Mav, stop right now.” 

You see both aircrafts slowing down. “Did something happen, Red?” Phoenix asks, flying back to you. 

“Lieutenant Seresin, I want you to fly back to the base right this instant and wait on the tarmac until I finish all the exercises of the day.” 

“Can I ask why, Commander?” 

“You’re not leaving your wingman alone, not under my command. If I have to be paired with you on a mission because Cyclone ordered me to carry your ass everywhere I go, you’re not gonna fucking leave me alone so you can make some maneuvers and take the glory.” 

“Red, I work better like that.” 

“First of all, it’s Commander for you. Second, you’re gonna work as I say, cause I’m in charge here, not you. Not anymore. Is that clear?” 

“Yes, ma’am.” 

You whisper. “I should be used to it by now.” 

“Used to what?” he asks. 

“To you, leaving people behind. Everyone back to the base. We’re done for the day.” 

It takes all your power not to cry. The idea of being on a mission and having Jake leave you behind, just because he has the biggest ego ever known in human history, makes you shiver. Being abandoned is a feeling you don’t want to experience again. 

You spend the rest of the day in your office, working on the report Cyclone asked you to write. You don’t want to be that type of ex, but you have to write a bad review of Jake’s work. He only needed ten seconds to abandon his wingman. How has he been working here for so long? It’s a complete mystery to you. 

You’re printing it up when you hear a soft knock on your door. “Come in.” 

“Commander” 

You should look up from your work the next time someone knocks on the door. “Do you need something, Seresin?” 

“Actually, yes. I have questions.” He says, while closing the door. He takes a seat in one of the chairs in front of your desk. 

“And what makes you think you have the right to ask anything?” You question, collecting all the sheets of paper from the printer. 

“Why are you still using my name?” 

“It became mine too when you married me. Just never thought about changing it.” 

“That’s not it, Red. We both know it” 

“Whatever my reasons are, I don’t have to explain them to you.” You argue, getting up from your chair and collecting your things before exiting the office. Jake follows you, seems like he doesn’t want to end the conversation there. 

“I think I deserve an explanation. It’s my name, after all.” 

You stop in your tracks, turning around so fast that your body collides against Jake’s. You look up, all the hurt, pain, and fury accumulated over the last three years lighting a fire in your soul that must be visible to him, because he moves a step back. “Jake, it’s just a name; don’t be such a dick about it. It’s not because I still love you or whatever stupid idea you have running around in your head. It was a lot of paperwork that I didn't want to deal with. Happy? Now wait here, or do you want to enter Cyclone’s office? I heard it’s like your second home” 

You enter Cyclone's office. He told you before that he had to leave to attend to some important matters, but you could leave the report on his desk without problem. You take a moment to breathe deeply, your hands shaking with the many unsaid words that you have kept in your chest for far too long. But you know you can’t tell him what you want to. Not now. 

When you walk out of the room, he’s still there. “You’re really annoying, you know?” 

“I want my answer.” He insists. 

“Why do you care so much, Jake? You left me, you literally abandoned me and never looked back, and now you are demanding that I answer your questions? Fuck off.” 

You hurry out of the building, looking for your car keys in your bag, when you see a familiar blue car parked in front of you, a woman in her sixties helping a small kid get out of the backseat. 

No. No. No. 

“What are they doing here?” you whisper under your breath. 

“Red, wai- Charlotte?” Jake recognizes your mom in an instant. The woman in question turns around and waves at Jake with a gleeful smile. 

This has to be a fucking nightmare. You stay there, completely frozen, knowing that there’s no way in hell you’re getting out of this. You see your kid walking towards you, making grabby hands and giggling. You haven't seen him in two days, having to leave him with your mother to prepare everything in this new base, this new home... You couldn’t bring him yet. 

“Liam wait!” Your mom yells, but he doesn’t stop. He has seen someone he knows very well, but has never met in real life. Someone he has seen a lot of photos of. The man that appears in the photo frame placed on his bedside table. It’s a photo of your wedding. 

“Dada?” 

“What did he say?” Jake whispers, standing at your side as frozen as you are. 

“He called you dada.” You declare, already giving in. If this is happening, you're gonna do it right.

Liam stands in front of him, tears in his eyes, as he watches Jake. “Dada is you?” 

“I—I don’t know.” He turns at you, fear in his eyes. Oh Lord, what have you done? “Am I his dada?” 

You kneel down, taking Jake’s hand and dragging him down with you, both now at the same height as the little kid, who looks at you with a confused expression and wet cheeks. “You want to know why I never got rid of your last name? Well, Jake. Let me introduce you to Liam Alexander Seresin.” 

“Oh my god, y-you were pregnant; that’s why you-” He starts to hyperventilate. “Y-you signed the papers to protect him?”

You can’t believe this is happening. This isn’t how you planned to tell him. “Jake, calm down. I didn’t know I was pregnant, I swear, but I need you to calm down.” You don’t want him to have one of his panic attacks in front of Liam, it would scare him.

"Dada, don’t cry.” Liam pouts, his chubby hands rising to touch his father’s cheeks. 

“C-can I hug you, buddy?” 

Liam throws himself in Jake’s body, the pilot starts crying when he realizes what he had done. He didn’t just leave his wife. 

He left his wife and his unborn child. She had to raise him all alone. 

“I’m sorry,” he repeats over and over again, his head buried in his son’s hair. Liam smells like her; he’s a miniature version of her with his eyes and nose. It’s everything he once hoped to have. 

And he had missed his first steps, his first words, and his first laugh. 

Just because he thought that by divorcing her, he could save her. 

How wrong he was.

A/N: THERE HE ISSSSSSS. Yes you guessed it, Liam is Jake and Red's son. And here is the explanation you need.

Jake asked for a divorce three years ago. Like actually, is going to be almost three years in a few days (fic time). Liam is a Valentine baby. Jake asked for a divorce on May, Red didn't know she was pregnant until a few days later, when she started to feel sick. She signed the paper's almost immediately after Jake left them in their house, and gave them to her lawyer. They never saw each other again. The reasons why Red didn't tell Jake about the baby, are part of the fic so, I won't tell.

But as it has been hinted, Liam knows who his father is, Red has a picture of him placed in Liam's room, and she tells him about him whenever he wants to know about his dad. Red having Jake as her lockscreen pic? So Liam could see a pic of him every time he wanted.

Liam is now two years and a half. He has Jake's eyes and nose, but is as sassy as his mom.

More details about him will be revealed in next chapters. This is only the beginning of the journey the seresin family will be going through.

And that's all. Have a good night/day!

-Jinx.

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[hellothere-generalangsty]

Okay but that episode of Andor was so good like

I loved the contrats between the immaculate white clean Coruscant scenes and the natural fleshed scenes on Aldhani - and by fleshed I mean the texture, the rough edges, it's natural it's alive there is grass and trees and you just know it's that fresh air with no wind etc.

And again, the fact that they film on site and not in a studio makes it even more immersive, you just see how the plans are different and how they are more free to move around, to jungle with wide shots and close-ups and it's reaally cool

Now in terms of story, it's super interesting, because we see at least three layers of opposition to the Empire, with the sheepers, the senators, but also the in-betweens with Luthen kind of jungling between both territories and both 'worlds'

And of course the Empire; I just love how so far we have barely seen any military in the strict "storm-trooper" sense; here we mostly see the higher hierarchy sitting and talking in rooms, having their little internal conflicts because they are ambitious and want a bigger part od the cake, like it's really different from the usual take on the Empire, and mostly it really echoes all these Senate scenes in the previous movies/ in TCW and it put a certain twisted emphasis on how things change, but not really

Plus we see the mundane aspect of their work, and mostly how they treat terrible things with such a disinterested attitude (when they talked about the incarceration rates for example) and yeah it was a breath of fresh air to see that "mundane" aspect of the Empire, to see more of the system than the strict military approach we had seen so far

I'm also quite excited to see the rebel team at work tbh I can't wait to see who will be doing what and how they'll do it & see how everyone interact too I feel like that will be interesting! and I'm also looking forward the dinner scene (I hope they'll show the dinner scene) because I'm really interested in seeing how they'll deal with the tension and possible conflict in that scene like that could lead to a great moment of tension

Overall, and once again, Andor did not disappoint and is once again the proof that, when the efforts are there, Star Wars can be good. And honestly, I'm very happy and excited about that.

[blueberrypancakesworld]

Hey there @blueberrypancakesworld I just wondering if you could maybe do a lost boys fic, where the boys are being very loud and having a adrenaline high decision to make a visit to the Emerson’s house to get Michael to hung out with them, but they wake up Lucy and try to get them to calm down, so out of options Lucy decides to sing them a lullaby which the boys laugh at the idea that a lullaby would get them to sleep, so to make it more challenging they challenge each other to not sleep before dawn!

If you want to do it! 😅

A Lullaby for sleep

warning : fluff, implied killing, The lost boys x Michael implied

Info : Hey my dear @ria-coolgirl thank you for the request it was reaally about time to get another tlb request and such a cute one. Have fun reading and everyone else too ;)

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It was like a drug every time she drank the blood it wasn't just incredibly intoxicating it was also incredibly exciting as if adrenaline was flowing through her actually dead body again.

The veir races flew around Sante Carla, looking for new victims, playing pranks or simply smoking another joint only to come down again and against the blood. But like everyone on drugs, they came up with stupid ideas.

,,How about we go out like Michael… have a little fun, the night is still young," suggested Marko with a broad grin, flying around David, who was dragging on his cigarette, the smoke of the nicotine mixing with Paul's as they flew over the beach parking lot, where they had not found a car that they could take together Unfortunately, there was no snack that they could take with them, so they had already helped themselves to a few more.

,,He loves to fly," Paul joined in and Dwayne nodded a gesture that David saw in the corner of his eye before flicking his cigarette away and announcing,

,,Well then, off to see our sweet Micheal!" and a yelp was heard as the four of them flew to the family. Laughter and shouts could be heard as they arrived at the window of Lucy's eldest son. As he should be, Michael was still awake, looking up from his computer screen and smiling as he saw his friends.

,,Boys! Come on in," he said, hurrying to the bedroom and the four of them floated in, even though the room was getting a little crowded with Dwayne leaning against the wardrobe, Marko and Pauul sitting on the bed and David standing with Michael, the boys didn't mind. On the contrary, discussions broke out, jokes were told and Michael talked about the time the four of them slept.

,,Come on, let's go to the new place where we had a snack!" shouted Paul, grabbing Michael's hand and the four of them were about to disappear from the bedroom when the door to the man's room flew open and an angry Lucy stood in the doorway. Her hair was a shock of white turquoise and she was wearing an evening coat.

,,Michael Emerson, David, Dwayne, Paul and Marko! I'm human and I want to sleep just like your brother and grandfather and you're not going to some place in the middle of nowhere, you're staying here!" she shouted as quietly as she could and closed the door behind her, pushing past the five of them before closing the window again.

,,Miss Em-" David tried to placate her, but Lucy just raised her finger and gestured for the five of them to go somewhere. This made Dwayne smile, especially as he hadn't said anything yet and was very happy to leave himself on the bed.

,,You're all wound up from…eating so how about a good old lullaby and you could spend the day hanging from the ceiling here or down in the basement-I mean stay," she suggested and turned off the light as the giggles of the five made her sigh.

,,Mom you can try I guess" Michael mumbled and made himself comfortable on his bed before Dwayne said ,,Make it more interesting the first one to fall asleep has to fetch food for the others" he suggested and the boys even Michael seemed convinced before everyone listened to Lucy's voice and lay down comfortably and tried not to fall asleep of course.

Only that minutes later, at sunrise, the mother had a band of five snoring boys in the room where she pulled out with a grin, knowing she was pulling on every kid. The soothing song of a mother.

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[cosmichoneibeee]

Ashkore's dating headcanons

Hello, could you write headcanons of Ashkore/Lance in love with the protagonist in the origins? These headcanons would be about how he fell in love and how he acted with her or what a relationship between the two would be like.

Warnings: Brief mentions of sex and violence - essentially killing, so minors DNI

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Let's be honest here, he is a horrible partner, just terrible

His priorities are: the mission first, himself second, and maybe you'll come third

Love is just a pretty boring casualty that goes along with him.

It all started with him needing to release some tension.

He usually doesn't need it, he's always so focused with his goal, but this time..it was really hard (in all senses of the word *winky winky*)

And you...he used to flirt with you from time to time when you just arrived, it was fun

And now you were willing to help him with his "problem" and he won't stop you

He hid this information from Leiftan for a long time, not because he wanted to protect you, he didn't even think about it, actually

He was afraid Leiftan would jeopardize everything if he knew his partner was...having intimate conversations with his soulmate

Honestly, Ashkore admires you more than he loves you

But don't think he uses you for his own pleasure. No, he truly enjoys your presence, more than he will ever admit

He sees potential in your skills, he marvels at your determination and envy your innocence with the world around you

He likes to flirt, tease you and watch you try to pull yourself together while all he does is keep that bastard smile of his

Not the touchy one, so more often than not, you initiate the hugs and the kisses

Despite this, he is more jealous than he looks and assumes

All that "no strings attached", "this is just a situationship" talk goes down the drain when he sees these guard soldier flirting with you like you're giving them a damn hope

His blood boils

He discovered a side of himself he didn't even know, the extremely possessive

He might kill that person later but for now, he wants you

He doesn't mind killing in your name.

Has someone irritated you, upset you, or been too persistent? My oh my! It seems everyone who does this just evaporates the next day, how convenient..

Also, he loves to infiltrate the Guard's premises just to pull you into an empty corner and make out for a while.

Impulsive king

Maybe he almost got you two caught multiple times because he reaally wanted to have sex in the crystal room with you

He'd rather you stay in Eel City for the time being, along with Leiftan and Chrome, so you'll always have someone watching you

But at the time of the ultimatum, he will want you close to him to triumph together

Basically, even if he enjoys your presence, he will never go over the moon for you, ever, but you're in a warmer space in his icy heart

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ˙·٠•●♥ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ♥●•٠

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[universallychaoticpan]

HIIII since its almost Halloween I have a hunted house request🏚🌃 where Dazai and Chuuya with their s/o go on a house of horror but s/o is not terrified ahhahah plus the boy become the third wheel of their date bc atsushi/akutagawa is clinging on s/o and preventing aku from killing an actor

Haha the chaos is amazing!! (I may or may not have written this eating candy corn lol.) Anyway, I've been suuuper low on requests so this was such a treat! (I will see myself out.) This ended up being a weird sort of college AU, but I hope that works. <33333

This reaally wasn't the way you were expecting to spend your night. Haunted house date? Sure, you were down. Not one to be easily frightened, you were mainly there for laughs. But really, it was Halloween and the chill in the air reinvigorated you; also, whatever was in the cider you'd had earlier totally had you buzzed.

You giggled as a pair of hands wound around your waist, a head burying into your shoulder. The floorboards creaked under your feet as you covered your mouth to stifle your laughter. If Dazai come through, he should be just around here. He hadn't told you exactly where, 'for authenticity's sake' he'd claimed, and even though he annoyed the hell out of you sometimes, you knew he would never miss a chance to pull some shit on your boyfriend.

SLAM

The door you'd just entered closed with a bang, making Chuuya and the dark haired freshman he's taken a liking to jump. One of them let out a small scream- for the sake of your boyfriend's dignity, you would never tell him you knew who it was. (He was already annoyed at Akutagwa's proximity to you.) Across the room, a worn down door let slivers of light peak through; if he was going to come through for you, it had to be now.

And then a tall, looming figure blocked out all your light. A sudden flash of light revealed the figure, swathed head to toe in black tattered clothes, now standing in the corner before you were all plunged into darkness. A few seconds later, whatever it was had emerged from the shadows a meter away.

Darkness.

Two feet.

Pitch black.

And then he was right in front of you, the arms around you tightening as the figure howled and shrieked, Ryunosuke and Chuuya screaming themselves hoarse on either side of you.

You couldn't hold back. Your faux horror melted into the laughter you were holding in, sending you into peels of laughter as the lights came on reveal one Osamu Dazai and a very disheveled, if satisfied, Edogawa Ranpo. Akutagawa's jaw fell open as you wheezed, Chuuya's face going from shock to annoyance as he scoffed at the three of you.

"Should have known" he spat.

"Oh calm down," you giggled, pressing a swift kiss to his lips. "It was all in good fun. Besides all of this was your idea!"

"Yeah yeah," the redhead muttered. "Great idea- my girlfriend betrays me, my friend steals my girlfriend- spend the whole night third wheeling while he clings to her for dear life and then a literal idiot in a trench coat shows up."

"Hey hey!! Credit where it's due- there were two idiots in said trench coat." Ranpo's eyes glittered mischievously in the dim light, as you led the way back out into the night.

"You're an idiot, y/n l/n." Chuuya slipped his hand into yours as you walked off.

"Oh shut up, you love me. Besides, it was fun!!"

"I suppose but I still- y/n where's Akutagawa?"

Turning back, you couldn't see the boy anywhere; which was odd since despite having a very distinct appearance, people didn't usually gravitate towards him en masse.

"That's odd," you murmured, "I would have thought the shock had gone and he'd be fine by now."

And then Dazai and Ranpo ran past, tripping over themselves as they laughed, and- like a summoned devil, the one and only Akutagawa Ryunosuke went tearing after them screeching curses, bloody murder and everything in between.

"Well," you grinned, "look's like it's time to save the idiots!!"

Chuuya rolled his eyes and groaned.

"Must we?"

Dazai was beyond annoyed. When he'd told Atsushi he could tag along with the two of you, he really really wasn't expecting the white haired youth to spend the whole night curled into your side, eyes flicking back and forth anxiously.

Sidled up to you was his spot!! That was his whole plan!

Served him right for not seeing it coming, he supposed, thinking grumpily to himself. So he trudged behind you, speakers outside the building blaring, not masking the sudden startled screams that ripped through the massive place.

"You've gotta admit, Atsushi," Dazai grinned, "this is just a wonderful place to have a haunted house. After all, in a building like these, who's to say there aren't ghosts?"

You rolled your eyes, a small smile at forming at the corners of your lips. "I don't have to tell you not to mind him, Atsushi. He's just being a baby because he has to face the consequences of dragging you here in the first place."

Dazai pressed a hand t his chest and fell against a nearby wall, moaning dramatically. "You wound me amore!! How could you."

"You're so whiny," you laughed. "Now can we please hurry up? I do have things to do early in the morning."

"I would love to, my love, however I seem to be caught in quite a situation-"

"Oh what now?"

Turning around, you were met with your boyfriend dangling two feet in the air, legs swinging uselessly as he was lifted up towards a gaping hole in the ceiling, revealing a pitch black opening to the floor above.

Damn, this place has quite the budget.

[kingpreciouswrld]

Vanity Fair

Pairing: Gwendoline Christie x Celebrity!Reader

Word Count: <1k

Genre: Fluff

A/N: Just a little something to hold you fiends over until I get some Larissa fics out. Y'all get to play 'Whats in The Box' with Gwen. Have funnn!

“I’m Y/n L/n and I’m gonna put my hand in a box...”

When Vanity Fair contacted your agent about playing the box game, you immediately asked them to take the offer. You’ve been a huge fan of the show on YouTube having watched some of your favorites play the game. One favorite including your girlfriend, Gwendoline Christie. 

When Gwen played, she (luckily) had her co-star John Boyega to play with her and it just so happened that Vanity Fair wanted you and only you. You didn’t really want to go through it alone so, Gwen decided to come with you if it helped your anxiety. However, before you started acting you used to work with animals so you weren’t that worried…right?

The team had you turn around so they could set up the box and whatever they were gonna put in it.

“Alright y/n, you’re all set.”

You turned around and took a deep breath before looking at the crew in front of you, “I can do this right? Right? I got this…”

You slowly inched your hand in the box before snatching it back out, shuddering at the thought of what could be in there. “I….I don’t…SHIT I think I changed my mind about this.” You looked over to your right and gave your girlfriend puppy dog eyes.

Gwen laughed and shook her head in defeat as she came to your aid, “C’mon y/n/n, just put your hand in very very slowly, you got this.” The older woman held your hand and stroked her thumb over your hand.

You whined and lightly stomped your feet before shaking yourself off. “Okay, okay, whew I- GOD why did I decide to do this?!”

You finally got your hand in (slowly) and gently laid your hand down flat on the object. 

It was rough.

Kinda sharp? 

DID IT JUST MOVE?!

You yelped and yeeted your hand out of the box, tried to run away but Gwen held you steady. “I got you love, you just gotta do it nice and easy. Gently! Very gently…” she said as she tried to stifle her laugh.

“IT MOVED! IT’S ALIVE ISN’T IT! It’s a living creature! That’s my guess!”

Gwen laughed and grabbed you by the waist before leading you to the front of the box. 

“It’s….” 

You picked it up fully, sending Gwen to back up as she was skeptical of the creature. 

“It’s just a beardie! What the fuck? Hiya fella!”

You held him close to your body, supporting its tail before petting him gently, “I’m sorry I freaked out on you baby…” You showed him off to the camera before trying to show him to Gwen.

“Look at him love! Isn’t he the healthiest boy?”

Gwen watched in awe as you handled the bearded dragon but, from afar of course, “He’s definitely a big boy darling.”

You handed him off to one of the crew members before going back into place.

“Gwen, we’d love a shot of you going at it again. How about it?”

You stifled a laugh as Gwen looked wide eyed at the director, “I’ve had my turn, thank you though. I’m good!”

Rolling your eyes, you pulled Gwen to face away from the camera and it was her turn to whine in distress. The blonde immediately grabbed your hand and you gladly held it, “I’ve got you love,” you whispered before giving her a kiss on the cheek.

When everything was set up, you spun her around and held her hand on top of the box as you stood in front of it so you could guide her. 

Oh.

Wait.

Why does Gwen get a stuffed animal and I get a real one?

“Okay, you’re gonna have to be gentle Gwen, like…reaally gentle.”

She took a deep breath and slowly stuck her hand in the box. “Am I touching it? Is it there?”

“Just a bit further, but make your hand flat, use the tips of your fingers.”

You felt her hand grip yours a bit tighter as she touched the stuffy. She screamed and yanked her hand out but just as she did with you, you held her firm with your conjoined hands, “You can do this babe, I got you okay? You’re okay.”

“Shitshitshitshitshit! I already did this! Why do I have to do this again?!” Gwen whined.

“Language love! C’mon we’re almost done, you’re strong. You got this!” You gently guided her hand in the box and she sporadically pet the stuffy all while you giggled.

It seemed as she came to a realization as she gave you a knowing look. Huffing, she grabbed the stuffy by the head and yanked it out of the box, “IT’S THE SAME ONE TOO!”

You died laughing as you hugged her, “You did it love! I’m so proud of you,” you playfully gushed over her. Gwen huffed and hugged you back before throwing the stuffed chewbacca off the set. 

Still within Gwen’s arms, you looked to the camera and waved, “I’m Y/n L/n, it’s been fun, buutt I think I’m done.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A/N: aaanndddd thats it. yup. thats everything. anyways- requests are still open!

[chips-rambles]

internet loves ships, fandoms love ships i know most people doesn't agree how i view Reki's relationship with Langa

I see it as a pure friendship, a very close one. Which i call soulmates, even. It's something i relate to.

(Im writing this for myself and others who relate to my expreience with friendships, please dont attack)

Reki sees the world through skate, he doesn't have anyone to talk about it at school, finding Langa is like finding your person. I remember getting emo when i watched him and Langa watching videos togather, talk about skate, skate togather. he has a big admiration for Langa, too. Like I felt that close to someone, I felt that admiration too. I draw, and one of my friends is reaally talented. How i feel towards them is what i see when i see reki with langa's skills. The excitement to see those tricks, it's very familier.

In spin off manga it says the thing Reki most want is, friends who'd skate with him.

He found his people..

-- i got distracted and was going to end this post but i should add something.

When Reki was little he had only one close friend,, if i remember correctly. And he lost him,,he was not as close when hr stopped skating. Think about it. When you grow up like this you get more attached to close people. Someone you can talk to? Now it's like your other part,, if you click,, because you never learned the normal level of attachment. This part is more of my interpretion of him but that's a thing too. But i think mostly they are that close because of just being soulmates.

Langa is also very focused on skating. He was snowboarding since he was little, +he has some level of attachment because of his dad too, +he is very skilled. So he is like someone Reki would look up to, and can share the same level of interest in skating, also he doesmt have a friend. ALSO not related but Langa is from somewhere very cold and he is blue and calm and Reki is from somewhere that is soo hot and he is red and he is energetic,, it s the best dynamic

ok i should stop now

[keiffeine]

okay okay but what about soft scara who does a complete 180 when taking reader OR he's reaally rough in bed but he's the best and sweetest with aftercare (scara has my heart honestly this man-)

with gender-neutral reader.

genre: nsfw (under the cut)

tags: dom!scara, choking, a little degrading, & aftercare.

© all rights reserved to keiffeine. reposting, plagiarizing, modifying, and translating is NOT allowed.

• it really surprises you how scaramouche can switch up so easily and so fast. out of the bedroom, he’s—believe it or not—the sweetest guy. to you, at least. he’s completely whipped and you’ve got him wrapped around your finger.

• in the bedroom, though. that’s a completely different story.

• scaramouche is dominant and rough in your bed, completely ruthless and doing the most for his own amusement.

• he’ll edge you for what seems like hours on end, keeping you on the verge of cumming before stopping at the last second, making you whine in annoyance every time.

• he always his this look on his face when he’s on top of you: eyes dark and filled with lust that nearly made you feel intimidated and nervous as to what he had planned up his sleeve for you tonight.

• scaramouche keeps your legs spread, fucking into you hard and rough that sent warm waves of shock throughout your body.

• one hand would be on your hip while the other squeezed around your throat, not too much but just enough to have you gasping and moaning with how good he made you feel.

• “scara,” you rasp, walls squeezing around the length of his cock and earning a low grunt out of him.

• “you’re just a stupid slut, huh?” scaramouche chuckles, voice low. “you’re good for nothing but a cocksleeve,” he says, slamming into you and making your back curve off the mattress. fuck, did this feel good.

• his hand squeezes around your throat a little tighter, and you hold onto his wrist, the corners of your eyes welling up and blurring your vision.

• scara eventually eases his hand around your throat, now settling his hands on your thighs and keeping them spread apart, finally bringing you to your orgasm.

• your eyes fluttered closed, gasping as you came, and scara kept moving his hips slowly, riding out your high.

• “i feel like i was too rough this time,” he says, voice gentle and completely opposite to his actions from seconds ago, “are you okay?” scaramouche asks, pulling out of you and kissing your neck, which now bared a faint red mark of his hand.

• “i’m okay,” you answer as scaramouche wipes the tears on your cheeks, clear concern on his face.

• “‘kay,” he murmurs, kissing your forehead and smiling down at you. you almost wanted to laugh because of how fast he can switch up—intimidating and rough before turning into a complete sweetheart seconds after. “i’ll run you a warm bath, get you cleaned up?” scaramouche suggests, already getting up before you can even answer.

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