#it’s that good! you should watch it! the animation is so good the voice acting is decent and the songs are FIRE..:

[nerdystarlightlove]

pov: I have just experienced something that changed my life forever (I just watched Guillermo Del Toro’s Pinocchio)

[watch-out-it-bites]

Agh......

[gerbu]

As much as everybody's justifiably railing on Chris Pratt for his acting, after watching the new trailer I honestly don't think Anya Taylor-Joy is a very good fit for Peach either. The problem isn't that they're bad actors, it's that they are not voice actors. When I hear Anya's or Chris's voice I don't picture Peach and Mario, I picture two regular adult people who wouldn't stand out in a coffee shop. Which isn't the point of animated movies and voice acting! ESPECIALLY with Mario! This is supposed to be a movie about cartoonish characters in a video game fantasy world saving the day, and their voices should fit with that theme. That's why Charles Martinet's Mario voice works so well, because it makes sense for what Mario is supposed to be. This trend of giving voice acting specific jobs to non-voice actors who have no experience with this kind of work is detrimental to animation and film! It is removing job opportunities from people who have spent their lives learning this craft and handing it over to a celebrity with no experience just because they're famous. The beauty of voice acting and animation in general is how you are completely creating a character. The whole point of voice acting is that you don't point to a character in a film and say, "hey, that's Chris Pratt" the point is that people will point to the charcater and go "oh, new character!" This movie is more and more frustrating to me the more I realize how much it feels like a money grab exclusively because of the casting. The animation, the music, and the effects are all completely perfect for a Mario movie, but so many of the acting choices feel like someone just rifled through a list of "100 most popular celebrities" and chose whoever was vaguely similar to "average white man voice" or "average white woman voice". No matter how popular these people are or how good they are at acting in front of a camera or on stage, they can not voice act.

[4ngel-inc]

･:*:･ﾟ✧ 𝐁𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐎 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐆𝐒 — 𝓦𝓗𝓔𝓝 𝓨𝓞𝓤'𝓡𝓔 𝓗𝓐𝓥𝓘𝓝𝓖 𝓐 𝓑𝓐𝓓 𝓓𝓐𝓨 ᰔ

summary / tags — no warnings, just fluff !! :'))

𝐃𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐈 is quick to cheer you up, he almost doesn't even have to try; he just has that way about him. he doesn't question you about what's wrong, his main focus is just to make you feel better—ruminating over what happened might upset you more, so he lets you decide if you want to open up about it. his favorite way of cheering you up is going out and buying your favorite snacks and coffee. he comes back with bags and bags of snacks, two different coffees (he wasn't sure which you'd be in the mood for), and a few other trinkets he thinks you'll like—plushies from your favorite anime and a high-end perfume you've had your eye on for a while. he finishes the night off with running you a bath, washing your hair for you and doing your nails, as well as lots of cuddles and kisses.

𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐔𝐘𝐀 is quite in tune with your moods, so he comes home and immediately knows something's bothering you. he bakes you a homemade heart-shaped pizza (it barely looks like a heart) and breaks out an expensive bottle of red wine (if you drink). he's honestly really cheesy with the ways he cheers you up, but he's so sweet that it comes off so genuine when he does it—he rubs your feet, brushes your hair, does your skincare for you (he even orders you a few new products online), and even reads to you from your favorite classic poetry book or a new guilty indulgence novel you and your friends are reading together. he watches your expression carefully the entire time to make sure you're enjoying it, and eventually, as you fall asleep to his voice, wrapped tightly in his arms, you forget why you were even upset in the first place.

𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐖𝐀 tries really hard to cheer you up when you're down, but somehow he always ends up making it worse (don't be too mad at him though, he really tries to be romantic, but he's still learning). his problem is that he always says what he thinks he should say, not what comes from the heart. after a while, when he's confident you love and accept him no matter what, he'll start acting like himself more, rather than reciting the things he's seen in cheesy romance movies. he'll let you cry on his shoulder, and simply threatens to kill whoever pissed you off—and though it's a little harsh, it makes you giggle. he knows just what to say and do after you've been together for a while. his favorite ways to comfort you are watching your favorite shows with you and giving you kisses all over—forehead kisses, neck kisses, you love them all.

𝐅𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐙𝐀𝐖𝐀 loves to cook for you when you're feeling down. he's actually a great cook, he's familiar with so many different cuisines, so it's basically an open menu when he asks you what you're in the mood for. he makes you tea to comfort you, runs his fingers through your hair exactly as you like, and showers you with praise and compliments—he'll tell you how good you've been doing in school or at your job, and he'll make sure you know how much better his life is for having you in it. he's so sweet, the type who wishes he could take your pain away, even if it meant putting it on himself instead. he feels it's his job to protect you—you're the most important person in his life, he can't help but get a little sad when he knows you're in a bad mood, but he stays strong and is always a solid shoulder to lean on.

[romanarose]

Please Stay, Mr. Miller...

DBF!Joel Miller x fem!reader

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Previous part here: Valentines Day

Summary: Damn, mattress stores have good deals of presidents day- oh fuck

Warnings: PIV sex, unsafe cream pie, fighting. Mild man handling. some pushing/ smacking from reader but it's pretty soft on Joel's chest. Feeling (ew) big old age gap (2X age)

Immersivity: Reader is fem, dresses very feminine. Major age gap. Big girthy age gap. Joel can pick up reader and is taller than her.

AN/this is the most ridiculous concept lol but I thought it was funny to do Presidents’ Day after all these actual holidays lololololol anyway fuck all the us Presidents

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Of course. Of course you couldn’t fucking escape him.

Less than a week after the humiliating Valentine’s Day ordeal, you would find him at the same goddamn furniture store. Goddamn President’s Day mattress sales. You were trying to get out of the store, but Joel kept almost cornering you. You didn’t think he’d seen you yet, and you wanted to keep it that way.  Unfortunately, you had walked yourself into a corner, and you when you saw him wondering over you scrambled to hide under a bed display. It did not work.

“Hey.”

“AH!” You jump at the sound of his voice, bonking your head on the frame.

“Shit, you okay?”

You turn and see him knelt down on the floor, bent over with one hand braced on the bed. 

“I’m fine.” You mutter, but he doesn’t leave.

“Can we talk?”

The last thing you wanted to do. 

“No.”

Joel said your name sternly, and despite the tight squeeze under the bed, you cross your arms. 

“Fine.”

“You gonna make me do this down here?” He speaks in a fatherly tone like he was speaking to a petulant child. He definitely had a daughter. “Fine.” He huffed and puffed but laid down beside the bed. After a moment of silence, he spoke first when you refused to look at him. “I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.”

“I’m fine!” You said, not finely.

His voice was slightly sharper. “Look, if you wanna be a fucking brat-”

You didn’t hear the rest, rolling out the other side of the display. Joel tried to catch you, reaching out but he was too big to fit. 

Unlucky for you, you really needed a mattress and this was the last day of the deal.

“ONE HUNDRED DOLLARS FOR DELIVERY?” They should advertise that along with the deal. WTF. 

“Sorry miss, I don’t make the rules.”

You sigh, then apologize to the worker. He does not make the rules. “Fine, fine… it’s still a deal… fine.”

A broad body was behind you. “We’ll take it home, thank you.”

Joel. “No, Joel-”

“I’ll pull my truck up. Behave.” 

He knew behave would get you, and you didn’t argue.

*

You watched Joel carry the mattress in your apartment, setting it down against a wall in your bedroom. 

He stares at your bed for the first time, pink frilly blankets and bed skirt, stuffies and soft pillows littering the bed. “You didn’t get your bed ready for a new mattress?” 

You huff, picking up your stuffed animals and placing them on the windowsill. Joel tries to help, but you rip your elephant out of his hands. “Don’t! You’ll get your man germs on her!”

Joel scoffs at that, crossing his arms. “You didn’t care about my man germs when I fucking you.”

You throw your pillows on the floor. They were not as precious as your stuffies and dolls. “Your gross, Joel. You’d probably fuck my teddy if you had the chance!” 

Joel catches your arm, holding it up and forcing you to look at him. “You’re throwing a fucking tantrum! Stop acting like a child!”

You immediately break down sobbing. Joel’s heart breaks to see you like that and drops your wrist. “Hey, hey sweetheart…” he’s tender now. “Hey, baby girl” He takes your chin in his hand, gently guiding it to look at him. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” He didn’t think so, he barely had any grip but he wanted to make sure. He never ever wanted to hurt you in a way you didn’t like.

“No.” You sob, standing there in a pink shirt and white skirt, looking so goddamn.

Joel is not immune to a crying girl. “Oh god, princess, c’mere” Joel scooped you up in his arms and you wrapped your legs around him as he sat on the bed. 

“C’mon, princess, why are you crying?”

You sniffle. “You don’t want me.”

“I- what? Baby who told you that?”

“You did!” You shove at his shirt. “You invited me over on a day for romance just for sex, wearing sweats, Joel. SWEATS! I was in a fancy dress looking like an IDIOT”

Frustrated, you try to push away, but Joel grabs your hands, turning you over until he’s pinning you on the bed. “Princess.” His voice was low and dark. “Your my friend’s kid, I am twice your age-”

Your lip quivers. “I know. I know I’m just a silly girl and there’s no reason you should want me for anything other than sex-”

Joel pressed kiss into your mouth, shutting you up. “You hush now, let me speak.” He waited until you nodded. “I ain’t mean it like that. I mean. I don’t know what you would want with a man my age.”

You look up from him where you are still pressed down on the bed, his eyes dark on yours and hardening cock pressed against your pelvis. “A lot, actually.”

His eyebrow raised at you. “Oh? Like?”

You nod. “I wanna… I wanna go one dates. Real dates. Because I like spending time with you. Not just when we fuck but I mean… when you come over to my dads and we all have fun together. I wanna play connect four with you… and I wanna rub your back when it hurts… I W- I wanna” tears pool in your eyes again. “I wanna sleep with you, actually sleep. Like over night… that's what I want with you…”

Searching your eyes, Joel blinked as he watched you. “You want that? What about your dad?”

“I don’t care. I just want you.”

With that, Joel kissed you. It was deep and hard and desperate for touch. You hadn’t even been apart a week but he felt the hole in his heart. You didn’t answer his texts or his calls, and he missed your tight little pussy but he missed talking to you more.

“Fuck me” You pant breathless, undoing the buttons of his jeans and yanking them down. “I’m fucking wet, just fuck me”

“Don’t wanna-”

“You won’t hurt me.” 

Entering you again was like coming home, sliding his shaft into your wetness had Joel’s eyes rolling back, groaning out your name. His shutters at the heat, your own breath gasping in. when he fucks you, you can feel it in your stomach, hell, you can feel it in your throat the wy your heart leaps up with every thrust. It’s dizzying, his presence; the stretch inside and your body making room for him was all consuming. 

“J-Joel” You whimper, shaky and gasping for breath already. 

“Give it to me, babygirl. Fuck’n give it to me…” He grunts, shirt still on as are most of your clothes, having only taken off your panties.

You cum as he fills you, continue to pump inside you through his own high, a load moan from his lip as his full weight collapses into you.

Instinctively, you wrap your arms and legs around him again.

“Please stay, Mr. Miller…”

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[melminli]

Blueberry Tartlet

pairing: young coriolanus snow x reader

summery - coriolanus hated district scum, and he hated his longing to be near one. acting on his desires may be one of the things he wanted most, but doing so would mean that he had to betray himself.

word count: 1.2k

contains: district reader living in the capitol, fluff, coryo fighting his inner demons, slightly dark themes, coryo being a simp

part II

He hated this. He hated the atmosphere. He hated the lights, the loud voices around him, and even worse, he hated the way his eyes landed on a specific figure in the room every few minutes. Don't bother. You're just here to get something in your stomach. Coriolanus said to himself, smiling kindly for a moment as two of his teachers walked past him. It vanished as quickly as they passed him, and he took another sip from the glass of Posca in his hand so he wouldn't stand idly by. And maybe to maintain your reputation, but that's it.

Right after he finished that thought, his gaze found itself back to the spot he was trying to avoid, and he inwardly cursed himself for turning his very annoying behavior into a very annoying reflex. To his slight disappointment, his blue eyes could no longer make out the figure they were looking for, and for a brief moment, Coriolanus tried to convince himself that this was for the best. This was a good chance for him to keep his gaze away from any distractions for the rest of the evening.

"Hello, Coriolanus." Your voice suddenly appeared from his right side, unintentionally surprising the boy. "Is Sejanus not here? You're rarely seen without him at your side." You asked him and leaned with your elbows against the standing table where he was at.

All it took was a few seconds for the blond student to regain his composure and accept that this was actually better than his previous reasoning. Coriolanus could try to bullshit himself, but he wasn't stupid. "Well, I'm not really sure, to be honest, but we don't hang around that much." He replied with a charming smile as he met your gaze.

You, in your neatly pressed red school uniform and well-groomed appearance. You with your pretty smile and nice character. If he didn't know any better, he could easily mistake you for a Capitol citizen.

But he knew better. He should know better. You were exactly the same kind of animal he could watch in the Hunger Games like a spectator at a circus. Well, he doubted it was likely with your family's position here at the Capitol, but it could be you. Fighting for your life in a junk arena with rats, dying only to be remembered by no one but your own family, and not even getting the chance to have a dream for the future.

But here we are. You had more money than him, more clothes, more friends, and more of...everything really. Coriolanus didn't know which he loathed more, the fact that you were so lucky in life to escape your cruel fate as district filth or the fact that he sometimes stared absently around and imagined placing a kiss on the lips of such a person.

Maybe it was both.

You laughed. "The way you said it, makes it sound like you prefer it this way. Am I right? Do you rather prefer to be on your own?" You asked him and could actually imagine that quite well if you were being honest.

"I don't mind company." He simply replied and leaned a little closer to you. "If it's pleasant, of course."

Your eyes turned away briefly to look around the huge room. "Well, who likes unpleasant company?" You asked him as your gaze fell on one particular couple in the room. "You know what? I take that back. I suppose there are a few masochists among us who...crave it." You just said, not quite able to find the right words to express the scene in front of you.

Blue eyes followed your gaze and saw the two infamous people. "They're still together?" Coriolanus asked himself, slightly surprised but didn't really find it unexpected. "Didn't he cheat on her?" He whispered to you, thinking back to what he heard. "Like three times or something? Wasn't it like one time with her sister, too?"

You shook your head. "No, it was with her cousin, actually." A few seconds of silence followed. "Well, that certainly doesn't make it better, though. I don't know, I just don't think that it can be that good, you know?" You joked only to meet his confused expression. You could see him about to ask what you meant, but you didn't really want to go there. "Anyway, we can all agree that the two of them should break up."

Coriolanus just shrugged his shoulders. I don't know, it's kind of fun to watch. "I don't think they will. She's...too much in love with him."

Your eyebrows furrowed. "Can you really overlook things, just like that, though? Because of love? I find that hard to believe..." You mumbled to yourself, not liking the thought that much.

What you said reminded Coriolanus of reality again. That's right. You were a girl from District One. It was the closest to the Capitol and yet there was a clear line between them. His eyes watched your figure from the side. Well, certainly not clear enough.

Because of the war, it was almost impossible for the remaining rich people of the Capitol to get their hands on luxury goods. That was the task of District One, and they refused to continue playing slaves just so some ass could look pretty. If he remembered correctly, your mother was the only one who helped out the Capitol by designing and producing soldiers' uniforms in her small company. Your family had betrayed your own people but had secured a golden ticket to the Capitol, where your mother's designs were in high demand. Especially now that fewer people in the Capitol have to think about survival, they can finally worry about their expensive looks again.

You were no better than that stupid Sejanus, although you were definitely prettier. He sighed to himself. He didn't like how he had to keep reminding himself of that fact, but he couldn't forget it. She's a District girl. She always will be, nothing will ever change that. He reminded himself and couldn't stop himself from looking longingly at your figure. You will never be able to marry her, she is not worthy to bear the name Snow.

Your eyes sparkled as an Avox held out his tray for you to grab a fruit tart. You thanked him. "Look, they have some with blueberries. They're the best, trust me." You said and handed him the second one you had quickly grabbed. You saw him look at it a little robotically. "Don't worry, if you don't like it, I can eat it. Just try it."

She's not worthy, but she'd look so pretty with it. Coriolanus thought to himself as he said your name along with his last name in his head. "No way, those are my favorites too." He said and took a bite.

He liked the peach ones more.

[periprose]

Hi! :)

I’m craving some Logan Howlett angsty fluff and I really like your writing style… Do you think you could maybe do a fic where either Logan and reader are in the heat of the moment and his claws come out and he scratches her. Or where Logan has a nightmare and the same thing happens. Either way the reader ends up comforting him.

Thank you! 🩷 :)

Hi!! So sorry for getting to this so late 🥹 loved the idea btw :) ended up doing a bit of a mix of both? If that makes sense.

/

"Out with it."

Your voice rings out clearly among the X-Men, the throng of battle no longer around you all. It was a more exhausting battle than you would've thought, but nothing irks you more than knowing that Logan has been apparently thinking of you as someone to play babysitter to. He hadn't trusted you to make your final blow to the enemy, and instead scooped you away to safety before lashing out with his own claws.

Logan clearly has something to say to you, and you want to hear it. You're not going to let him escape again- the way he always does, nonchalantly, refusing to acknowledge how he treats you.

Charles stiffens next to you in the helicarrier. Watching the tension, feeling the palpable heart-wrenching sensation between you and Logan. He doesn't know how you got to this point.

"Listen. Just because you didn't have it doesn't mean you're not a good X-Man-" Logan starts dismissively.

"But I did! I did have it!" You shout back at him, and then inhale carefully. "Nobody told you to rescue me, Logan. If I was about to die, then I was. I wanted that to be on my own terms."

"Don't talk like you're a fucking martyr when you've never had the privilege, kid." Logan's unnecessarily harsh tone has you flinching. "Do you know how many people I've seen die, for no good reason? Do you really want a bunch of Pentagon psychos to be your last memory?"

"Shut up." You shift in your seat, feeling small. "We don't get to choose when we die. Not like you."

Logan becomes visibly angered with that, the little taunt you've made towards his immortality. "That doesn't mean you have to go seek it out, dumbass."

"Oh really? Don't tell me you're getting soft, Logan." You glare at him, and Charles and Jean and Scott look at each other uncertainly. "Just because your life is so long doesn't mean the rest of us have forgotten what it means to be alive."

There's an unspoken, sudden charge in the air, now that you've mentioned what everyone else has the good sense to shut up about- Logan having lived so long and not caring about the consequences of his actions. Logan's eyes narrow until you feel sure that you've pushed him too far this time- he looks more animal than human, more Wolverine than ever- and you feel yourself inching forward, letting the anger of not being understood push you to fighting him- and Charles suddenly raises his hand in protest.

"Please, you two. I'm not sure what has transpired today, but I know you are better than choosing to have a physical altercation on a helicarrier flight." His calm, soothing tone makes you feel a little disappointed in yourself, and you settle back in your seat, refusing to meet his or Jean's glances of concern.

/

All you really wanted was an apology. A "Sorry, I won't do that again." Or even an explanation for why Logan keeps tabs on you all the time, never letting you be a real part of the X-Men, always safely on the sidelines. Were you just too weak?

Should you even be here?

You feel guilty for what you said to him. It's not a bad thing, you know, that Logan doesn't want you to get hurt- it's just that you want to do your job. You're not a kid.

It almost, almost justifies how you treated him, but even you know that was too far. You can't act as if you know Logan's life story- not even Charles or Jean would claim to do that, and they've searched his mind for memories several times.

Like it or not, the man was mysterious. He kept to himself on a lot of things, citing past hurt as his reason why- and you should've respected that.

"Maybe I am weak." You mutter to yourself, wondering why you can't restrain your emotions around Logan.

You're practicing shooting small, psionic blasts towards the target in your room- it's a great way to pass the time when you can't sleep- when you hear a groan, a shudder, an angry, deep growl-

It sounds like Logan. His room is right above yours, and the sounds are definitely coming from there- you hear him yell, and before you can stop yourself, you're bounding up the stairs to the third floor of the X-Mansion, bursting through his room's door with a ready hand, in case you need to fight.

/

Logan watches as you berate him in his dream.

Actually, it's not quite you- it's some venomous, evil, witch wearing your face. You giggle at him- you call him old- you don't take him seriously.

With every taunt, you fire another bright purple blast at him- and for once, his body doesn't heal instantaneously. He is getting old, getting hurt, watching as blood pools out of him. It's agonizingly painful.

He's going to die this time, without making it right with you- he's afraid that you're right about him, that he's a washed up sad old man who can't ever let people in.

"We don't need you anymore, Logan..." The not-you whispers softly, smiling a smile that doesn't quite reach your eyes, and Logan can't help but believe it.

His self preservation instincts kick in, and he launches forward, snarling, claws out with a sharp snikt sound. He feels that even though he'll regret your death, he'll miss you immensely, it's just one more tally mark to several others.

/

"Logan. Logan!"

You're leaning over Logan's sweaty, clammy body in his bed. You watch as his hands fist in the sheets, and he tosses and turns in agony- you breathe in hesitation, in fear that he's not going to be okay- he grunts suddenly, and you're reminded of how Rogue tells you about his nightmares. They're frequent.

How out of touch could you have been today?

You gently-yet-firmly grab Logan's arm, shaking, and his arms move forward in a self-defense mechanism that seems practiced, as if he's been attacked in his sleep before, and before you can move away, there's a sharp snikt sound, a quick wave of claws, and a searing pain in your side.

It all happens before you can even blink. You fall off to the side, on the floor, writhing in pain. Logan's claws just nicked your side, it's essentially a scratch- but the pain is so much worse than you're expecting, and you fall to the floor again as you try to get up.

You breathe in harshly, holding back a sob, as you feel wet blood pooling through the side of your night dress.

"Jesus Christ." Logan pounces off the bed, waking to blood all over his claws, and he's leaning over your body, as you blink up at him hesitantly. He immediately panics, lifting you up and resting you on his squatted thighs. "Kid! Hey, kid, don't close your eyes-"

"..." You're just barely hanging on, but you listen.

And Logan feels that same sense of shame he felt when he attacked Rogue, when Jean "died", every single time he had accidentally unsheathed his claws towards someone who didn't deserve it.

Doubly so, considering it's like his terrible nightmare has come to life. But you absolutely didn't do anything wrong- he can't believe he was so angry with you.

He calls for help, in a slightly broken tone, and no one seems to be coming.

"Just a scratch." You try, but Logan shakes his head.

"No, no, no." Logan spits out. "How could I- I never meant to-"

"I'm sorry, Logan." You cough, and Logan feels awful that you're apologizing while bleeding out due to his actions. "I shouldn't have said what I said. You're not some unreliable old man who doesn't care..."

You flinch at a sudden, sharp pain, and Logan motions for you to stop talking, but you keep going.

"If anything, you're the opposite. You're there for me. And I'm sorry that I got so... so angry at you for that." You mutter to yourself, not aware of how Logan hangs onto your words. "You're protecting me from making mistakes, and I'm grateful."

"No, kid. You had a point before." Logan interjects, but you shake your head.

"Did I? Or was I being a brat?" You grimace at yourself.

"You did have a point. I was being selfish," Logan shakes his head and then swallows that urge to push you away. "I don't always know how to leave people well enough alone. Sometimes I'm too much."

He hesitates, and then continues on. "Like, I treat you as if you're a nuisance, right? But I always... I always want you next to me. And I know I should just sort my shit out like an adult. But I'm scared."

"Scared?"

"Of what happens. What always happens." Logan sighs in defeat. "I fall in love, and they die. I find my people, and they leave me because I'm such a jackass. There's too much surrounding me that just... ruins everything."

"No, no. I won't leave." You tighten your hand around Logan's, and he, despite wanting to say that you're wounded because of him, believes you. He's so grateful to hear you say it- he had no idea that's what was weighing on him so badly.

He loves you, he knows he does. Logan has never been the best with feelings, but for once, he's glad he was honest.

The first thing Scott sees when he finally makes his way to Logan's room, from all the way across the X-Mansion, is Logan whispering "I'm sorry," and... he thinks (he's not 100% sure), "I love you," to your very forlorn, softly curved-around-him body.

It's a very tender moment, and Scott feels he should leave.

Then Logan presses a firm, shaky kiss on your forehead, and then your lips, and you, with your limited reserve of energy, kiss him back, and then Scott interjects with:

"Hey!...?"

He seems taken aback as you both look at him. "I heard screaming? What is this, some sort of weird cult sacrificial scenario?"

"Logan... had a... nightmare..." You wince, and Scott sees the red on your night gown. "I need... medical attention."

"On it." Scott glances at Logan for permission, and he's currently trying to push all these mushy feelings back into his chest where they belong, and he wants to be there to help you in the clinic, but he's flustered with everything that's happened and he can only hand you to Scott without looking at him.

Scott smirks to himself as he runs you to the clinic of the X-Mansion.

"You and Logan, huh? I knew there was something in that fight today." Scott remarks as you cling to him.

"It's taken an embarrassingly long time for me to figure it out, but yeah." You blush. "Has everyone else...?"

"Jean's been running a bet for the last year." Scott laughs. "She says you both are two sides of the same coin."

You can't help but agree.

[hhonghu]

Imagine having three pets that love you unconditionally, puppy!gorou, cat!xiao, and bunny!aether.

To everyone else, they are just adorable innocent pets that would do no wrong. And they are correct... until their heat comes around.

They all act like wild animals and fight for whoever gets to use your dick first. Your baby bunny!aether who is experiencing his heat for the first time cries and begs for you to help him. So you do him first.

Since puppy!gorou and cat!xiao have lived with you the longest, and they are experienced with their heats and that the only way to get rid of them is with you, they go last.

They watch as bunny!Aether gets pounded and used, they stroke their little cocks desperately and finger their holes, trying their best to imagine its you.

In the end, they all get fucked and stuffed with your come. And they are back to being your adorable little pets.

[Thirst]!

ANON. ANON WHAT IS THIS why is this SO GOOD >:( your brain, give it here 🖐️

such a lucky reader, having puppy!gorou, cat!xiao, and bunny!aether all to yourself and being to love them. well..

"their dick is mine! i get to go first!"

"who says you get to go first? it should be me, they should breed me first!"

"hey! at least i should go first, this is all new to me, [name's] dick is the only one can help me!"

you groan in your sleep. what's the commotion about outside your room? you pull the covers off of you as you hear your pets voices behind the door, seeming to be arguing something. as you get up, you realize what day it was. shit. their heats were synchronous and it starts today. ahh, shit, you didn't plan out how you'll handle this, especially knowing nothing will satisfy them but you.

"[name]? [name], please be awake! our.. our heats are here!"

you quickly prepare yourself before heading to the door and taking a deep breath then opening it. you were immediately pounced on by the three of them all naked, lips all over your face and neck and hands roaming all over your body and literally tearing your clothes off. you get pushed back on the bed as you see xiao straddling your lap while gorou and aether are by your side. "[naaame].. it's time.. it's time to stuff me full of your dick and cum♡!" xiao mewls, his hand grabbing yours and putting it on his little cocklet, humping your palm as his tail swishes back and forth. gorou grabs your other hand and sucks on your fingers, his tongue lapping you up and drool sliding down you hand. "[naaamee], i should go first right? pleaase, let me go first on your cock! breed me for hours, let them go last!" he whines as he continues to suck on your fingers.

poor aether, bunny ears twitching as he watches xiao and gorou grind and hump your body, seeing their little cocks twitching in anticipation for you. you turn your head to him, seeing him squeeze and rub his thighs together, seeing his cocklet ooze pre-cum, flushed face and hazy eyes watching you three intently. ah, right. aether is experiencing his first heat, he probably doesn't know what to do yet. you smile at him, "aether, would you like to go first?" xiao and gorou whines in disagreement while aether perks up in excitement. "why don't i breed you first, bunny? wouldn't want you fucking your hand when i could be doing it, no?" and he nods eagerly. you turn back to xiao and gorou, your hands brushing against their cheek and they melt to your touch with a pout. "think you boys can handle a few hours by yourselves?" they both look at each other and reluctantly nod. "good boys. stay beside us, you can watch." you tap them, signaling to get off you and beckon aether. "come here, bunny. let me put my cock to good use."

"fhucckk! [name]! deep, sooo deeeep♡! your nngghh— cock feels too good♡!" aether cries out as he bounces on your cock, his ass slamming down you and wet, lewd sounds echoes in the room. "keep cumming ah, ah, ah— inside me! fuck me pregnant♡! don't stop, don't haaaah— stoooop♡!" he rams your dick inside faster, his thighs shaking as his orgasm approaches. at your side, you can hear squelching and pathetic moans of your name. xiao was on top of gorou, humping their little cocks together and matching aether's pace. gorou was pinching his nipples, flicking and tugging as he watches aether desperately chasing his orgasm. xiao's hips shakes in frustration and his hole throbs, please aether, cum already! the boys can't wait any longer, hours had passed as you kept pounding him, spilling cum and fucking it back inside him. they already want their turn!

you groan as you grab aether's hips and thrust your hips up and hit his prostate, his back arching as he screams out, his little cock jerking around and spilling cum. xiao and gorou follows suit after, xiao falling on gorou as their hips kept moving, trying to prolong their orgasm. all of you catch your breaths and aether limply falls on your, his breathe staggering and body shaking. you coo at him, giving one last thrust before spilling inside him. "good job, bunny.. good, good.. filled your pretty little hole all the way.." aether nuzzles into you, tiredness finally taking over him. you carefully set him aside and pull the covers over him, careful to not disturb him as he rests. you turn to both xiao and gorou whos already looking at you expectantly and you smirk, "well? come here you two, i still got a lot left to stuff your holes with."

what an eventful month did reader and his pets had.

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I LOVE THIS THIRST I WANNA EXPAND MORE :(( thank you anon for the food <33

[gloomwitchwrites]

Just Like Dad (4 of 4)

Content & Warnings: referenced military career, domestic fluff

Word Count: 957

A/N: Part of the Imagines & What If Series

Checking through his daughter’s backpack strikes up a difficult conversation.

ao3 // taglist // main masterlist // just like dad masterlist

Price has no idea where his daughter’s disorganization from, but it certainly isn’t him.

Opening her backpack, Price cringes at the mess. It’s all crushed papers, broken pencils, scattered crayons, and food wrappers. Sighing, Price turns the backpack zipper-side down, the contents crashing to the dining room table.

She is going to sit down tonight and organize this. No exceptions.

Frowning down at the wreckage, Price begins sorting through the papers, glancing at a few just to find some order in the chaos. He picks up a piece of paper and pauses, his gaze landing on the title.

All About Me reads the top of the page.

Price smiles as he starts to read over his daughter’s answers.

Favorite color? Blue.

Favorite animal? Dragon—all capital letters with lots of exclamation points.

Happiest memory? That one just says “ghostie tree.” Her teacher will have no idea what that means, but Price knows, and he laughs so hard he almost chokes.

Price’s daughter adores Simon, and whenever he’s around, she turns into a koala, hanging off every limb. It doesn’t matter if Simon is standing or sitting down. And how does Simon feel about it? He’ll act bored, like it hardly bothers him, but then he’ll strike, tickling her until she runs away screaming only for her to return minutes later to do it all over again.

Flipping it over, Price continues to read, pausing when he reaches information about parents and guardians. This is where he slows and observers her writing. She already filled stuff out about mom, and Price knows you’d get a laugh out of her answers, but the sections about him cool his amusement.

Her answers are idyllic versions of himself, nearly whimsical in the way she describes what he does and how proud she is that he is her father. That makes him ache, brings a tightness to his chest that pushes out all other feeling. Price is proud of his work, and of his career, but it is not a beautiful thing.

It is not sweet or kind or tender.

It is rough. It is hard.

It is heartbreaking.

He has lost so many people. So many good men and women. He’s done horrible things. Stained his palms with blood. These are difficult truths he faces every day.

But there are softer moments in his career of watching those he’s mentored be promoted, of victories and celebrations, of marriages and births, and of all those he’s worked with who have gone on to lead fulfilling, happy lives.

All of that, and this isn’t what stops him.

It’s her answer to the question “what do you want to be when you grow up?”

I want to be like my dad.

Price sighs and sets the paper down on the table.

How does he respond to that? Should he even take the initiative? Should he approach the topic at all?

Price isn’t certain.

“Daddy.”

Price starts at his daughter’s voice. He turns. She’s standing just inside the archway to the living room. She has a perplexed look on her face as she glances between him and the mess on the kitchen.

“What’ve you done with my backpack?”

Price blinks, and then chuckles. “It’s a mess, love. We’ve taught you better.” Her face flushes slightly as she slowly walks up to the table. “You’re sitting down and going through this. No exceptions.”

She nods sheepishly.

Price picks up the questionnaire. “Want to talk about this? I have to sign off on it.”

Her flush grows deeper. “Did you read it?”

“I did.”

She looks up at him expectantly and Price waits a moment to see if she’ll say anything. She doesn’t.

“You said some nice things about me,” he says softly, and she beams. It reminds him of your smile, and that melts his heart down to his toes.

“It’s true,” she says brightly, happy that he’s mentioned anything at all.

“You want to be like me?” She nods. “And what do I do?”

She blinks. “Didn’t you read what I wrote?”

Price barks a laugh. “Yes, love. I did. But I want to hear it from you.”

She squares her shoulders and looks up at him with fierce determination. “You protect people. I want to protect people.”

True. But not entirely.

“How do you think I protect people?” He can see her brain processing the question and attempting to formulate an answer. She chews on her bottom lip, shoulders sagging slightly.

“I don’t know,” she finally says. “But I know that you do. You protect me and mom.”

“That’s because you and your mother are mine to protect.”

Protect is not the right word. While his actions and the things that he does might prevent horrible things happening at a global level, doing so often results in pain and suffering. It’s just what happens even when he tries to prevent that.

“Can I not do that?” she asks.

“You can do whatever you want when you’re older.”

But military life? No. He doesn’t wish that for her, and it’s not because she’s a girl. He’d feel the same if she has been born a son. No parent wants to see their child in potential danger. Doesn’t matter what age.

“So I can be just like you?”

He wants to say “no,” but instead diverts the question elsewhere. “You can’t be anything if you don’t organize this backpack.”

She groans and starts rummaging around in the mess.

Price kisses the top of her head. When he glances up, you’re standing in the archway, a soft smile on your face. Did you hear the whole conversation? Or just the end?

You stride forward and reach out. Price meets your outstretched hand, threading his fingers with yours.

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[autistichalsin]

*INHALES*

I don't like when people say Halsin is a "generic nice guy" or a "generic hippy type" actually!!!!!!!

Kindness isn't generic! Especially not in the face of trauma! It is fucking hard to be kind in a world that doesn't particularly reward kindness! It is REALLY FUCKING HARD to go through victimization like Halsin faced, rape and imprisonment and war and torture- and still come out of it with a big, selfless, caring heart! It is brave to be abused and then decide to be better, to make the world a warmer, kinder place in any way you can, and in fact to be so devoted to doing so that any shortcoming will devastate you!

Halsin ISN'T just a nice guy, actually! He is a sufferer of trauma, of PTSD and survivor's guilt and loss, who still wants to take care of unloved orphans. Who, in fact, sees their plight when everyone else, even his fellow Druid Jaheira is busy fighting the Absolute. Who wants to protect animals, and the environment itself, and everyone else without a voice, because it is the right thing to do, even if his past has been filled with people who had no interest in doing the right thing to him.

Kindness isn't boring!!!! People take being kind for granted because it's what you're "supposed" to do. And, yeah, of course you're supposed to be kind. But if you go outside and take a look, you'll discover that a lot of people stop doing what they're supposed to do the instant they can do so without consequence. Look how people treat service workers. Look at the rates of child abuse. Halsin says himself, a society should be judged on how it treats its most vulnerable- because a fair number of people who act 'good' are actually waiting for the right person to bully.

Halsin was raped and imprisoned for three years. He lost his entire family. His first childhood friend was cursed. He watched his companions die after a bloody battle and then had to abandon the victims of the curse to rescue the survivors who could make it themselves. He was forced into a leadership position he never wanted. Then, while trying to solve two problems, ceremorphosis and the shadow curse, he was imprisoned again and tortured. And that's just at the start of his part in the game, that's leaving out traumas that can happen to him in branching storylines like if he's Orin's prisoner, or if the Rite of Thorns is completed and he's locked out of his home forever.

It takes a lot of strength to go through that and not give in to misanthropy and cynicism. Yet if the player is an asshole and calls him naive, Halsin says outright- "I outgrew cynicism around the age of 200." And THAT is even MORE difficult than being nice in the face of trauma. WAY harder. Still believing in better after you've been hurt, victimized, abused? Still being able to trust others not to hurt you? It ain't easy, friends.

But Halsin does it. No matter what he goes through, he doesn't stop being kind and he doesn't stop believing that a better world is possible, and that he CAN make the world better, and that he SHOULD make the world better.

There's nothing generic or boring about that. It's a beautiful, moving trait. Maybe it won't resonate with everyone, and that's okay, this post isn't me saying you're "wrong" if Halsin doesn't resonate with you in any way! But he's not boring. He's not generic.

It's just that by definition, what makes him so special is so understated, so hard to understand unless you've had a certain experience, that it's really easy to miss the beauty of it entirely.

[violetarks]

fooled around and fell in love!

anime: ouran high school host club

characters: fujioka haruhi, suoh tamaki, ootori kyoya

summary: you have enough charm to make even a host fall for you! why haven't you joined the club yet?

a/n: g/n! reader, they/them pronouns used, second person pov, reader isn't necessarily in love with them, they're just unintentionally getting the others to fall for them, but it can be read however you would like

↣ fujioka haruhi:

being the little plaything for the host club was not fun at all for haruhi. she would literally rather do anything else than this.

carrying four bags of food for the hosts, haruhi groans in frustration, "stupid rich people... why do they have to drink so many different brands of coffee?" she reaches into one bag, pulling out an order for hikaru. "he doesn't even like the ingredients in this. he just wanted me to say that long order for no reason..."

people watched the student struggle down the hall towards the host club room. haruhi felt a bit annoyed; didn't rich people have maids or something to do these things? a turn around the corner makes her stop on her tracks, nearly dropping the bags onto the floor.

a hand is held out to catch her elbow, steadying her feet. "sorry, i didn't see you." she apologises, holding the bags even tighter.

"it's okay." you retort, sliding your book bag onto your shoulder. you blink at her, noticing who she was. "oh, haruhi. good morning. you seem pretty busy already."

"good morning, y/n." she replies, nodding her head at you, "yeah, the host club needed a refill on a couple things."

"do you... need help?" you ask, tilting your head at her.

"oh no, it's okay." she spoke, shaking her head with a nervous smile, "i'm nearly there, and club activities are going to start soon."

you shrugged your shoulders, taking some of the bags from her hold. "it's okay, my meeting's been cancelled. i can help." you explain, giving haruhi a smile, "i don't mind spending a little more time getting to know you."

she held her breath for a moment as you led her to the music room that the host club occupied. you were well-known around the school yourself, not as much as the infamous tamaki but still. you shared world history class together and sat in front of her. she knew the sound of your voice by the end of the first month here at ouran academy, and it was no wonder why many of your classmates would seek your help for work. haruhi was good at reading people, so she could tell that you yourself didn't have any bad intentions.

you two became friends quite easily, and you had visited her a few times at the host club. you acted as a cool escape from the strange world of the rich that haruhi had to get used to. you spoke to her as if she was always a friend of yours, sweet and kind. she thought that, if you had tried to, you could knock even tamaki off of his pedestal.

"i heard from hikaru that your theme for this week is the opposite of a 'maid cafe'." your voice cuts through her thoughts, and she drags her eyes to meet with yours. heat rushes to her cheeks at the idea that kyoya had brought up to make a rise in sales. you chuckle at her reaction. "well, i'll have to make sure to stop by to see you."

haruhi rolls her eyes, looking out the window to her left. "please spare me the humiliation, y/n." she huffed out, frown tugging on her lips.

you only grin wider. "c'mon, haruhi, you know that’s the only reason i show up." you say, leaning forward to get a look at her face. she was burning even brighter, and it didn't help that when she glanced back at you, you were staring at her with that welcoming and heart-warming grin you always had for her. "should i switch to always visiting the twins, then?"

haruhi gives you a deadpan look, which makes you laugh. she knows you wouldn't, you literally only asked for her. but she couldn't help the feeling she experienced when you would say her name or look at her like that.

at the host club, you help drop off the bags as kyoya checks everything on his clipboard. at the bell, haruhi escorts you to the door.

"thank you again, y/n, for your help. i'll repay you." she says, knowing full well that all her payments were going to the host club for her initial incident.

you ruffle her hair a little with a smile. "no problem, haruhi. i'll always be here to lend a hand." you say, walking down the hall with your 'goodbye'.

haruhi spares you a wave, closing the door after seeing you turn the corner. when she looks back to her clubroom, she notices kyoya standing a few feet away, back against the wall. "oh, kyoya-senpai. i forgot you—”

“taking a liking to l/n, have we?” he taunts, clipboard under his arm. his glasses gleam with mischief and haruhi gulps. picking it up from the table, he hands her the costume for the day. “is that why they’ve become a regular now?”

she rolls her eyes and grabs it from him. “believe what you want, i’m not doing this out of pleasure.” she admits, hurrying to the change rooms. she passes the other hosts, all standing in the doorway and watching the two interact. haruhi stops on her tracks yet again, furrowing her brows. “what now?”

“what’s this? have haruhi and y/n finally begun dating?” the twins chime, wrapping their arms around haruhi as she begins to heat up, “the love story of the century, two pining young students unable to keep their affections a secret.”

kaoru glances to tamaki, who is fixing up his tie. “what do you say, boss? should we invite y/n to join the host club?” he suggests.

honey jumps up, holding his toy up in the air. “they would be so cute together, right taka-chan?” mori simply nods his head, looking indifferent.

“hmm. perhaps a new addition would spark some rivalry between haruhi and y/n.” tamaki concludes, “many of our guests would love to see the lovers battle to be the best! yes, that is a splendid idea! haruhi—”

turning around, he sees haruhi exit the change rooms in her butler outfit. she huffs back, shaking her head, “i am not inviting y/n to join the host club, you idiots.”

she walks passed them, ignoring the banter they were spouting and the arguments they had for you joining the club. in the end, it was a definite no.

she didn’t know what it was. maybe she just really wanted you to herself.

↣ suoh tamaki:

tamaki, like always, was surrounded by the girls of ouran academy.

if there were any sign that today was just going to be another day, it would be that. the sounds of screams and dreamy sighs, the voice of tamaki swooning them all, and the trail of hearts left behind. another day here at school for you.

but, like always, the club members would make fun of him for his eccentric ideas and whatnot. as they leave to go to class, tamaki stands in the music room with a disappointed look on his face. whenever he would put a frown on his face, the customers would come rushing in! hold his face, cling to his side! why must his friends be so disheartening?

when the door opens to the music room, he expects it to be kyoya to drag him back, and he throws on his frown again. "oh, kyoya! i'm so sad!"

"why is that, tamaki?" you ask, closing the door with your sheet music under your arm and your violin in hand. he blinks at you, obviously not expecting anyone other than the club members. "my apologies, i walked into the wrong room. why are you here by yourself?"

to play it off (although he has never seen you attend any club activities, only ever seeing you in his literature class) he stands up, cheeks burning with embarrassment. he chuckles out, arms thrown to his sides, "o-oh! don't mind me, i'm just a bit down. i didn't expect such a sweet maiden to make herself known at such a time! how are you on this fine day, mx l/n?"

when you tilt your head, walking closer to his spot at the couch. "a sweet boy like you should never be left alone to sulk." you state, sitting down across from him. he widens his eyes, gulping. "where are your friends?"

"uh... they are in, um, class!" he says as the end-of-the-day bell rings. you only smile. tamaki sighs, dropping his whole get-up and looking to his hands, leaning back against the softness of the couch, "i suppose they left me here while they went home."

"you don't want to go home yet?" you question. he shakes his head. you only exhale, placing your sheet music on the table and your violin next to you. "well, if that is the case, then i'd be happy to keep you company, my lovely."

he widens his eyes as he looks to you. a faint blush paints his cheeks. "you... would?" you nod your head twice. he then smiles. "truthfully, i have no business being here right now. kyoya had called off our club meeting because of exams coming up and the twins failing some classes. and if they fail, they can't be in the club."

"is that so?" you say, making conversation, "well, i suppose you can spend your time with me."

"do you not have a lesson to get to?" tamaki asks, concerned as he glances to your sheet music, "i wouldn't want to keep you—"

"would you like to come to my practice, then?" you offer, smiling softly that it makes him hold his breath for a moment. you were so charming, in such a different way than he was. it was enticing. "i'm sure you wouldn't distract me. not on purpose, that is."

your little joke at the end makes him nervously laugh. "oh, i... i wouldn't want to bother."

"you're not bothering me, tamaki." you honestly say. he unconsciously leans towards you, eager to get closer. you stay where you are, smiling at his actions. "and it seems you just can't resist me."

he catches himself falling. he almost can't believe it, but he then fixes himself and his posture, standing up straight. "r—right, well, i... you...!"

you chuckle, standing up and taking his arm linked in yours, "alright, prince, let's go."

he gasps as you guide him to your practice room, so confident through the halls. he's scared someone will see him in such a flustered state and his cool prince facade will fade. but luckily enough, you navigate your way easily and shut the door behind you.

except, it doesn't take you to the music room. no, in fact, you and tamaki end up on one of the balconies that overlook the quieter side of school — opposite side from the host club.

"i practice here during our breaks and study sessions." you admit, placing a music stand and clipping your sheet music to it. unlatching you violin, you glance to tamaki. "away from all your fangirls, that is."

he raises a brow, catching himself finding his confidence again, "jealous, perhaps?"

"what do you think?" you say, tuning your instrument.

tamaki blinks, staring at the ground as he sits at the bench in front of you. he states, "there is no possible way you could've gotten the wrong room, you know."

you raise your brows, looking back at him. a slow smile creeps onto your lips. "your club passed me in the hallway before i saw you." you admit, waxing your bow, "i just wanted to make sure ouran's pride and joy was okay."

his heart swells at your words. he doesn't know why, but all of a sudden birds sings for you, flowers bloom in your presence the breeze smells sweeter.

"thank you..." he hums, smiling at you sweetly, "may i hear something?"

you lift your bow, nodding your head, "yes, your highness."

his heart explodes at the first note.

↣ ootori kyoya:

if there was one thing kyoya was good at, it was analysing people's strengths and weaknesses. the smart one, glasses-wearing, everything. he was it.

but one thing he couldn't understand was why you were so popular.

you were a part of the school student committee, and as a part of your duties, you hd to do monthly check-ups on clubs to see if they were still eligible to continue. while the host club never failed, you would still drop by without a doubt.

today was one of those days.

kyoya could tell you were near by the increase in whispers and gasps around the hallway. once heard, he excused himself and walked off to grab the folder that held the statistics for their monthly report.

as if on cue, you enter, herd of admirers behind you.

"ah, good evening, mx l/n." he says, offering a bow, "to what do i owe the pleasure?"

"it's good to see you too, ootori." you chime, bowing yourself, "is your report ready for this month? it is the 31st after all."

kyoya can almost hear the agonising tone in your voice, hidden by your politeness. but he doesn't waver, holding out the folder. "indeed. like always, we are right on time." he tells you.

you take it from him, opening it up and falting. kyoya raises a brow. "is something the matter, l/n?" he questions.

you look up at him with the faintest smile. "perhaps you're pulling my leg here, ootori. this appears to be last month's report." you chime, pinpointing his mistakes at its core.

he takes the folder from you and reviews the dates. you were correct, this was last month's report. he scans the room until he locks eyes with the twins, who shrug their shoulders innocently and walk off.

"i... apologise. it seems the twins have taken it into their own hands to file the report for this month." he sighs, fixing his glasses, "if you'll follow me, i will find it for you."

you agree, smiling as those you pass before you enter the side room with kyoya in front of you.

as the doors shut, you click your tongue, "oh kyoya, those two run circles around you, don't they?"

the host rolls his eyes, taking out the box of reports from the cabinet and setting them on the desk. he does miss how his name sounds on your lips. so soft.

"they are a pain, but we make do." he huffs, "must your enterage always follow you when you come see us?"

"oh it's not just when i come here." you state, hand on your hip, "it's everywhere."

you were so smug it made him scowl. he opens the box and notices that they are all out of order. he groans, "we have to look through every individual file, i'm afraid."

"luckily this is my last club for tonight." you sigh, taking out a couple folders, "i can help you organise these."

"but wouldn't your fanclub miss you too much, y/n?" kyoya speaks, doing the same thing and looking through them.

"you're one to talk." you chuckle.

"i truly don't understand how you manage to gather so many followers. you're merely treasurer." he complains, shrugging his shoulders, "do you like being followed around like that?"

you roll your eyes at his dramatic personality. you and kyoya had been friends for ages now, and it seems the popularity you acquire puts a strain on your relationship.

"i don't mind being followed, but i do like all of my friends." you state, flipping through pages, "i speak to all of them regularly."

"so they talk to you and you enjoy it?" he questions, raising a brow at you. the thought irked him. why did you speak to so many people? he could call bullshit. but you shrug your shoulders.

"everybody wants to be liked by the person they have a crush on." you say, knowing tone. every one of your "friends" have or have had a crush on you, which is why they speak to you in the first place. "it just so happens that i like making friends."

"that's preposterous." he huffs back, "i don't understand the severity. i don't feel the need to be liked by you."

"that's because i already like you, kyoya. we were friends since forever, after all." you state, putting one report into the correct folder as you glance at him working, "do you not feel the same?"

"frankly, it doesn't matter to me." kyoya says, ignoring how his chest felt at what you said. it was reassuring to know you still liked him.

"what, are you saying that you don't like me, kyoya?" you say, overdramatic voice on. you move closer to kyoya, tilting your head and jutting our your lip. he swallows his nerves "even after everything we've been through? i'm hurt."

"quiet." he grunts, pushing you away as you laugh. his face grows warmer. "just... find that report and get out of here. it's almost time for club activities to end."

you stare at him for a moment, watching red grow on his cheeks in frustration. your friend has always been this way, even though he acts more familiar with you in private, his embarrassed look never changes. you just see it more than anyone else. that's just how you were.

"okay, kyo." you chuckle, moving to the other side of the table and continuing your work.

kyoya sighs to himself, fixing his glasses and calming himself down. how could you be so... charming? and effortlessly so? is this why everyone fawned over you in a similar way to how they fawn over tamaki?

a few more minutes pass before you've found the file and managed to organise the rest of them. kyoya breathes in relief, putting the box away and silently cursing the twins out.

"thank you, kyoya." you hum out, tucking the folder under your arm, "i'll let you know what we come to."

he puts his hand on the door and before he opens it, he turns to you. "you're welcome. please do. it's the only time we ever... see you." he admits, seeing your raised brows.

your smile drops for a second before you sigh, patting his back, "i'll be sure to come and visit more often then. just for you."

when he opens the door, tamaki is trying to swoon your crowd to leave. he cheers and waves his hands, but to no avail. when they see you, they follow after.

"i apologise for extending my stay, suoh." you say, nodding at him as you stand in the exit, your crowd behind you, "i'll see you all soon."

with a wave of your hand, you leave, smiling at kyoya one last time. the twins turn to him immediately.

"so, how was your date with y/n?" they chime, leaning on his shoulders.

"it wasn't a date, you morons. you do realise how much trouble you caused." he says, a sly smile on his face, "seems like a punishment is in order."

the twins dash out of the room before he can say another word, the other members talking quietly amongst themselves about you.

but kyoya only looks down at his clipboard, once again counting the days til you come again for your monthly report.

[queenshelby]

ONE SHOT: HIDE & SEEK WITH DADDY'S SPECIAL FRIEND

PART THREE OF THE DARK & SEXY SERIES

NOTE: This is a series of one shots and mini series for Cillian Murphy & Tommy Shelby in which he acts totally off-canon. Most of these shots are very dark in nature and you should read their individual warnings. All of these shots are requests from readers. Co-written with @darkshelbyfiction! ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER 18. MINORS DNI.

PAIRING: CILLIAN MURPHY X LITTLE!READER

WARNING: ROLEPLAY, DDLG, READER IS A "LITTLE"

"Hey sweetie" Cillian said as he came to your bedroom. You were playing with your stuffies and smiled awkwardly. 

"Can I come in?" he asked, peeking his head around the doorframe. Your heart skipped a beat at the sight of him.

He entered cautiously, his eyes scanning the walls, floors, and furniture, as if assessing the potential hiding places of the young girl within. His gaze finally found you sitting in the corner, cradling your stuffed animals.

His face split into a grin, revealing sharp, perfect teeth, and his voice softened. "How is my sweet girl today? Are you well?" Cillian continued, reaching out to put some loose hair behind your ear.

"I am good daddy," you replied, your cheeks blushing red.

"That's good sweetie," he said as his fingers brushed against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. You could feel his gaze on you, burning hot and heavy.

"Daddy was wondering whether you wanted to play with his little friend for a bit?" Cillian said, winking at you. You looked up at him, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks.

"Just like we usually do when you are being a good girl for daddy," Cillian cooed, reaching down to stroke your hair gently. "And if you hold nice and still for daddy, you can even have a lollipop," he added, pulling a large, sticky candy from his pocket.

You gazed at it hungrily, your mouth watering at the sight of the colorful treat. The promise of sweet relief made your heart race with excitement.

"Okay daddy, but just for a little bit," you agreed, smiling excitedly. With trembling hands, you reached forward to take the offered lollipop. The tangy sweetness of the hard candy filled your mouth, making your heart pitter-patter faster.

"Now let's get comfy, honey," Cillian murmured, taking your hand to lead you over to the bed. His grip on your arm felt firm yet gentle, as if he knew precisely how much pressure to apply without causing any discomfort. You felt a strange sense longing as you followed him across the room.

Your body tensed up as you climbed onto the mattress, the familiar scent of clean sheets enveloping you. Cillian's eyes never left you as he carefully unbuckled his belt,his movements slow and deliberate. You tried not to watch, but your gaze kept straying back to the way his jeans hung low on his hips, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of the firm flesh beneath.

"Alright, sweetheart, let's make sure you're comfortable," Cillian murmured, adjusting the pillows behind your back. His touch was gentle, his fingertips tracing lines along your arms and shoulders. You couldn't help but shiver at the sensation, your breath coming out in short, ragged gasps.

"That's good," Cillian praised through gritted teeth, reaching up to push your pink PJ shirt upwards to reveal your breasts. You didn't resist, the fabric sliding away easily under his deft touch. You could almost hear the soft thrumming of your pulse quickening in your veins.

"You're so beautiful," Cillian murmured, running his calloused fingers over your exposed chest. You flushed bright red, the tips of your nipples hardening under his attentive gaze. He leaned in closer, his warm breath tickling your neck as he spoke.

"Daddy will take off your panties now, okay?" Cillian whispered softly into your ear, his hot breath making you squirm. You nodded in agreement, biting your lip to stop yourself from moaning. "Good girl," he mumbled, lifting your hips slightly to slide your cotton underwear down your legs.

"Daddy needs to check something real quick," Cillian said, his eyes roaming over your naked body. "Does Daddy's little princess need to pee?"

A small whimper escaped your lips, and you shook your head.

"Okay," Cillian whispered, his breath hot against your cheek. "But I want you to promise me you won't lie about it, okay? Just tell me the truth."

"I promise, Daddy ," you managed to squeak out, your throat tightening. You could sense his gaze burning hot and heavy on your skin, and you felt the weight of his trust resting heavily on your shoulders.

Sighing deeply, Cillian seemed to relax his stance a bit. "Okay then," he murmured, caressing your thigh tenderly.

"Do you want your teddy while daddy plays hide and seek in his special place with his little friend?" Cillian asked, flashing another grin. He crawled onto the bed beside you, his muscled frame looming over you. Your heart raced at the sight of him so close, his cologne filling your nostrils.

"Mmm... yeah," you stammered, pointing to your favorite bear on the floor. Cillian scooped it up and placed it into your arms while you sucked on your lollipop. 

"There you go, angel. Now you can focus on our game," he said as he slid his pants down, revealing his stiff cock. 

"Daddy's little friend is very excited and ready to visit your special place again," he teased, wiggling his eyebrows playfully. Your heart pounded in your chest, your gaze locked on the throbbing member before you. It was so thick and veiny, standing proud and erect, begging for attention. You swallowed excitedly, shifting on the bed.

"It's okay, baby," Cillian cooed, stroking your cheek with one hand. "Just keep sucking on your lollipop, and Daddy will make you feel good," he said and with a nod, you clung tighter to your fluffy bear, its soft fur comforting you through the fog of confusion swirling within your brain.

"Daddy's little friend is ready to visit your special place now," he whispered huskily, easing himself closer until his erection brushed against your inner thigh. Your breath hitched in surprise and all you could think about was what was happening and how deliciously sinful it felt. You wanted to say something but only a moan escaped as, inside you, something was hungry for the forbidden fruit hanging just beyond reach.

"Hold on tight to your bear, sweetheart," Cillian breathed, his warm breath hitting your neck as the head of his cock pressed against your entrance.

He pressed the tip of his cock against your entrance, testing the waters. Your heart hammered in your chest, and you gripped your bear tightly as you waited for the inevitable pleasure. 

"You're doing great," Cillian murmured, slowly pushing deeper. You could feel him stretching you open, widening the walls of your precious hole. Each thrust pushed you further apart, forcing you to accept the foreign intruder. 

You gripped your bear harder, its soft fur rubbing against your palms, providing comfort amidst the chaos as you swallowed a moan. You stared at the ceiling, trying to distract yourself from the overwhelming sensations coursing through your body. This roleplay excited you beyond belief and you did not want to cum just yet. Unfortunately for you however, Cillian's performance made it rather difficult for you to keep calm.

"Relax, sweetheart," Cillian whispered, brushing a lock of hair from your forehead. "Daddy wants to make you feel good," he told you convincingly and his words echoed in your ears, taunting you. How could this feel so wrong, yet so unbelievably right? You shifted restlessly, craving more contact despite the guilt gnawing at your conscience.

Every thrust sent a jolt of pleasure coursing through you, each withdrawal leaving you yearning for more. The constant cycle of release and tease drove you insane, like a drug addict needing their fix.

"Daddy's little friend loves visiting your special place, doesn't he?" Cillian chuckled as you moaned loudly, his cock pulsating within you. Each word from his dirty mouth spewed fire, fueling the inferno raging between your thighs. 

"It's like playing hide and seek, isn't it?" Cillian purred, his deep voice vibrating against your sensitive skin.

"Oh my god," you groaned, your pussy clenching involuntarily. You knew better than to say anything else, not wanting him to stop and, as he began to withdraw, you cried out, desperate for more. Cillian smirked wickedly, thrusting back into you, his cock driving deeper than ever before.

"That's it, baby. Let daddy's little friend explore your little hole," Cillian murmured, his voice smooth and seductive. 

"Daddy, your little friend is sooo hard!" you moaned, arching your back as Cillian plunged deeper. Your body screamed with delight, every nerve ending firing in ecstasy.

"Yes, baby! That's it!" Cillian growled, his thrusts becoming more frenzied. He grabbed your knees, spreading them wide apart as he pumped into you relentlessly.

"Oooohh, Daddy!" you screamed, your orgasm building rapidly. The walls of your precious flower quivered, gripping Cillian's cock tightly.

'Are you going to do cummies for me sweetie?' Cillian asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Yes daddy," you whimpered, squeezing your bear tightly. Your heart raced, and you felt the wetness seeping through your thighs.

"Good girl," Cillian purred, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

"I am cumming, daddy!" you cried out, your body convulsing as your orgasm ripped through you. You squeezed your bear tightly, its plush fur damp with sweat. 

"Such a good girl," Cillian murmured, thrusting deeper. You cried out, your body convulsing in pleasure.

"Daddy is going to do cummies now too, okay?"Cillian whispered in your ear, his warm breath setting you ablaze.

"Oh yes, Daddy," you moaned, your insides melting from the sheer force of his dominance.

"You have been taking your little pill, haven't you sweetheart?" Cillian asked.

"Yes daddy," you confirmed. "You can do cummies inside me," you teased him.

"Good girl," Cillian praised, continuing to pump into you relentlessly. "Now Daddy's little friend is going to fill you up, just like he loves to do."

With a final, triumphant surge, Cillian buried his cock inside you, his balls slapping against your ass with a noise like thunderclaps. His groin muscles flexed and he groaned loudly, his face contorting wildly. Then, with a last agonized cry, he shot his load inside of you.

"You did so well for me, sweetie," he then said as he pulled out, leaving you with a gaping hole, his seed leaking out of you.

"Daddy will clean you up, now. Just hold still, okay? It is important to keep your special place nice and clean" Cillian promised, climbing off the bed. He returned moments later with a warm washcloth, gently wiping away the evidence of your taboo encounter.

"Feel better, honey?" Cillian asked, his tone softer than before. You nodded, too overwhelmed to speak.

"Good girl," he praised, handing you a fresh pair of panties. You hesitated, glancing warily at him. "I like when you are so obedient for me," he told you before, eventually, letting down his guard.

"Damn Cills, you really do deserve that Oscar. That was so fucking hot," you told him, smiling at him with a wicked grin.

"Watch your little potty mouth or daddy might need to spank you," he winked before cleaning himself up as well and the breaking out in a chuckle. 

[dreamland03]

WARNING: mention of sex like once, drinking, mention of trauma, bad self image, 

It’s been a rough couple of weeks between you and Bakugo.

The little bump that you and katsuki have run into has been making you guys be distance towards each other. The laughs were barely there, the sex was a barely there, and the connection was fading a little. It scared the shit out of both of you. All because Bakugo was not ready to say “ I love you”.

You know Bakugo’s  love language is acts of service. And you do see how much he loves you through this, but you operate a little differently. Words of affirmative was yours. You liked hearing how much you mean to someone, how much they miss you, when someone is thinking about you. You especially loved hearing how much someone loved you. You couldn’t help it, hearing how someone loved you made you thrive in every relationship. The reassurance and validation helped you thrive.

So with Bakugo unable to say it after 7 months of the relationship, made things shift. You told Mina about the issue and she said that we both should go to therapy. It was a weird idea at first for both you and Bakugo, but because you guys were willing to fight for this relationship, you guys agreed.

The first couple of sessions were helpful, but emotionally horrible. Unpacking childhood trauma, past relationship trauma, why he wouldn’t say it, how if made you feel. It was a mess to say the least. And after every session it just felt like you guys were growing farther and farther away from each other. You wondered how you guys got here, the goal was to get closer.

You tried to be understanding of where Bakugo was coming from. It wasn’t because he didn’t love you, cause he did. He said that he wasn’t comfortable saying I love you just yet because of his past relationship. He told his ex that he had loved her 3 months into their relationship, only to find out that she had been cheating on him the whole time during the relationship. So he was scared and didn’t want to waste him saying he loved you only for you to turn around a betray him. Understandable but you still felt like shit. It didn’t stop the thoughts of how unlovable you must be for him not to say it to you. It had gotten to a point where you kind of felt disgusted with yourself. You couldn’t even look at yourself in the mirror. But you understand that he’s not ready, but how long can you hang on?

Weeks go by and you guys try to keep everything as normal as possible. Small talking, hugging each other when you guys get home, cooking for each other, running errands together, etc. Although you both can feel how off everything was.

One day Bakugo goes out with Kirishima, Sero, Kaminari, Midoriya, and Todorooki . It was boys night for them. So you knew bakugo would have a couple of drink and you were gonna pick him up. You waited around for the call to come pick him up. As you were watching someone Animal Planet show, you get a call from Midoriya.

“Hey y/n, I think Bakugo is ready to go.” He laughs lightly.

“ okay I’m on my way. How drunk is he?” You say with a giggle in your voice.

“I think this is the drunkest I’ve ever seen him.”

“ wait, really?” You said a little shocked. Bakugo’s not the type to get fully drunk. Tipsy? Yes. Drunk? Once in a blue moon.

“ yeah, he keeps asking for you so I think he’s ready to go home.”

“ Okay, I’ll be there in 10.”

You paused the show, grabbed your keys, put your shoes on, and you headed out the door.

You pulled up to the bar that they were at. You called Midoriya to bring Bakugo out and made sure the seat was at a comfortable position for him. You see Kirishima come out and Midoriya with Bakugo leaning on his shoulder. Kirishima opens the door for Midoriya to put Bakugo in.

“ Good luck with him.” Kirishima laughs.

You smile at him and Midoriya, wishing them a goodnight and for them to get home safe.

You look over at Bakugo in there passenger seat, face light pink form the alcohol with a big smile on his face, looking at you

“Hi, baby.” As soon as you said that he’s leaning over console and hugging you. You hug him back and laugh.

“I missed you y/n. I miss you y/n. You smell so good and do you know how beautiful you are? You’re so fucking gorgeous.” He squeezes you tighter.

“Okay baby, thank you.” You say with a laugh. “Let go home, boo.”

“No you dont understand y/n, like I would die for you. Im so devoted to you. You’ve been so far from me and I miss you. I don’t want to lose you. Im sorry for being a dumbass and making you feel like you don’t mean anything to me. I love you y/n. I really do.”

Looking at him shocked that you’ve heard the words you’ve been dying to hear from him. The smell of alcohol makes you come back, he’s drunk. It’s his drunk thoughts not his sober thoughts. But the feeling of relief and joy that swells in you over looks it. With a big smile on your face, you kissed Bakugo’s cheek “I love you too.” Squeezing him and basking in this moment that will pass. Taking it all in. “Let’s go home, my love.” Bakugo pulls away and sits back in his seat. The whole drive felt better between you two then it had in weeks. With soft music playing and holding hands the whole drive back, it felt lighter.

The morning came and Bakugo remember nothing and you remembered everything. You woke up feeling  better about yourself and about your and Bakugo’s relationship. You felt secured and loved. He loves you. You saw Bakugo sound asleep next to you and decided to start making breakfast for when he woke up. 30 minutes later you hear foot steps, Bakugo comes into the kitchen with a grumpy and hurt look on his face.

“Good morning.” You smiled at him and handed him water. “Breakfast is ready.”

“Thank you.” He sits at the table.

“ Did you have a good time last night?” You ask.

“ To be honest I don’t remember anything. How was I the drive home?” He grumbled.

“You were great.” You say with a little laugh

Bakugo looks at you suspiciously, knowing something is up. “What did I do?”

“Nothing.” Looking down at you plate, your smile growing bigger.

“Spill y/n.”

You sign, knowing he’ll be pushing all day.

“Well you said something and it was a little funny, but it’s nothing serious.” Not wanting him to freak out.

“What did I say?”

Still looking at the plate, you confessed. “You dropped the L bomb.”

Bakugo’s eyes widen and he sucks in a breath.

“And you talked about how pretty I am and how you don’t want to lose me.”

“Oh”

“Yeah”

Silence falls. Bakugo clears his throat “come here.” Confused, you get out of your seat and walk to where he is on the opposite of the table.

“Sit.” He pats his lap. You sit down and lay your head on his chest while his arms wrap around you.

“Look Im sorry for everything. I been wanting to say it, but I’ve been scared. Ive never been this in love with someone before. I thought I was in love before but you made me realize I’ve never experience it until now. I miss you. I miss us. I love you y/n. Im so in love with you y/n.”

You can hear his heartbeat speed up. You look up at him and kiss his lips. A gentle kiss filled with much love.

You pull back. “I understand. We’re in this together, forever. I love you Katsuki. Im in love with you.”

Bakugo smiles softly and lets go of the breath he’s been holding. It feels good to feel the connection coming back.

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Yall this is ass, but I wanted to write 🙃. Any mistake forgive me 😭. Like always any tags or warnings I need to add let me know please. 💤🫧💗

[monimccoythings]

Cuteness Overload

Just saw the movie. What a masterpiece. And (spoiler warning) I'm glad they did Charles Martinet justice even though I still think it should have been him voicing Mario. And of course, I'm in love with Jack Black's portrayal of bowser, excellent representation of a good creepy and psychotic villain that stole the entire movie. I loved it so much I'm writing a Y/N fic (My favorite little hoe, but this time is more on the platonic side). This contains a huge spoiler for the movie, specifically the ending. I'd recommend to watch the movie first.

Next Parts: 2, 3, 4, 5

So, a couple of weeks ago your entire neighborhood got destroyed because of some epic anime battle that just casually happened over there. How cool is that? Or how horrible, because thanks to that you just have to take the biggest detour ever known to man to get to work. But hey, at least you had a nice walk.

You getting into the mushroom kingdom was entirely by accident. Yes, you were curious about that new world but never had the time or will to go on a transdimensional travel. Thank goodness there was an open sewer hole laying there (which you completely missed) to help you take the initiative.

If you didn't took into account that nightmarish journey through the tunnels, the Mushroom Kingdom was a pretty interesting place to be. The toads were very friendly and kind fellas, some of them carefully checking you out for injuries and advising you to go see the princess in order to help you get safely home.

Okay, forget about the journey through that cosmic rabbit hole, going up to the castle was way worse. You didn't remember having exercised that much, not even in P.E. You swore your vision was blurry after all that.

Princess Peach was the most loving, kindhearted badass you had the pleasure to meet. That kind angel sent down from heaven upon seeing your miserable state, generously offer you to step in for tea and pastries, while the royal doctor (another toad but this cutie came with a stetoscope and a labcoat) made sure you didn't had seriously injured yourself with the fall.

As dignified and courteous she tried to act. It was obvious she was very excited to meet another person from Brooklyn. Soon you found yourselves engaged in conversation. It felt easy talking to her, like you were talking to an old friend. You suddenly felt very glad you didn't see that sewer hole.

Mario and Luigi stopped by as well, and the second they opened their mouths you recognised them as those two dudes from that dope ass commercial. So they were the ones that were in the middle of the battle in Brooklyn. Good for them, you were glad things turned out great.

You were having the time of your life, they were really chill and easy going people, which put you more at ease. As time passed, you heard the faint sound of a piano being played. When you asked your new friends about it, they just shrugged and Princess Peach gave you a half smile saying that it was her "pet turtle".

Whoah. This was truly a magical place. Her pet turtle played the piano?? And very well by the sound of it. Peach asked you if you wanted to see it. Of course you wanted to see it! Mario and Luigi gave each other uncertain looks, but in the end they just shrugged it off.

After a long walk through the hallways you finally reached a room. The toad guards immediately stepped away when they saw their ruler approach, but gave you a look full of suspicion. Peach softly reassured them.

She opened the door for you and let you in. The room wasn't any different from the castle except that it was completely devoid of any furniture but a single golden cage with THE TINIEST TURTLE PLAYING THE TINIEST PIANO YOU HAD EVER SEEN.

Said turtle was now looking perplexed and midly annoyed that it had been interrupted, but its eyes lighted up when they landed on Peach, who suddenly looked very done and tired. But how could you notice when its mere sight alone was too much for you to bear.

It was SO CUTE. SO DARN CUTE. Cuteness overload. You had died and were sent to adorable heaven where tiny turtles played teeny tiny pianos. You made sure to tell it that several times, making Mario burst out laughing. And it got even better from that moment, because out of that turtle mouth came the most colorful collection of threats and insults in a HIGH PITCHED voice that made your heart melt. Because of course it, he, had a high pitched voice. That only made you gush out more, you loved animals but specially you absolutely adored reptiles.

Mario was literally holding himself against the wall to keep himself from falling for laughing so hard. Luigi was cry laughing and Peach was trying to cover her face, but it was clear that from the way her shoulders rose and went down that she was practically wheezing.

You asked Peach if you could hold him for a while, to which she seriously, or at least she tried to sound serious in the middle of all that laughter, answered that it was too dangerous to let him out. But how could something as darling as that do any wrong? Peach gently pulled you out of the room, but not before you let out a "Bye bye, piano playing turtle, I love you." To a very blushing and mortified turtle.

Turns out that the turtle had comitted war crimes. Very bad war crimes. And even though he was still a little cutie to you, he got what he deserved and shouldn't be let out under any circumstances. Still, you were def going to visit him again.

[octoberclidan]

Grow Old with Me

Request: May a request a Dean x reader where y/n also have the badass hunter persona and they're secretly in love. Someday in a hunt the team found a supernatural little girl, Dean and y/n kinda become a couple after taking care of the kid for a while

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Masterlist

Story:

"Do you think it was just the two of them?" [Y/N] asked, standing in a small kitchen, looking down at the bodies of two dead werewolves.

"The neighbours said it was just the two of them living here". Sam said as he opened the refrigerator, grimacing at the sight of several hearts wrapped up just sitting there. "Guess they were meal preppers".

"Neighbours said they only moved here a month ago, so that explains the sudden animal attacks". Dean said as he closed the refrigerator door for Sam, the smell making him slightly nauseous.

"Well, if you're both sure that there isn't another wolf ripping out hearts in this town, then let's get rid of the bodies and get home, I'm dying for a good bath". [Y/N] said as she used a kitchen towel to wipe her knife. Just as she was about to put the knife away, there was a noise from above them. All three looked up to the ceiling, lifting their silver knives up. "Guess we should do a final sweep". [Y/N] whispered, turning to walk out to the staircase. The two boys nodded and followed behind her. Sam stayed at the bottom of the stairs, nodding at [Y/N] and Dean to continue while he looked around the lower half of the house. [Y/N] led the way up the stairs, Dean following closely behind her.

They checked out the master bedroom first, but there wasn't anything out of the ordinary in it. They checked a bathroom next, and they were about to leave when something caught [Y/N]'s eyes. "Dean". She whispered, walking over to the counter beside the bath. "There's a basket full of bath toys".

"What?" He whispered, walking over to see for himself. There was a basket full of rubber ducks, a little squeezy dragon, and a little blow up unicorn. "Maybe it's a kinky thing?"

"How are bath toys a kinky thing?"

"Sweetheart, anything can be kinky if you're kinky enough". He winked at her and she rolled her eyes at him. Dean and [Y/N] had a flirty relationship, but they'd never acted on it past making out one evening in a bar after a very successful hunt several months ago. "Come on, let's check the next room". He said and walked out of the bathroom. [Y/N] took one last look at the toys before following him to the next door. Dean gently pushed it open, and she watched as his eyes widened in shock.

"What is it?" She asked, trying to look over his shoulder into the room. Her eyes widened too as she spotted a little bed, toys scattered across the room, a height chart on the wall, and a night light hanging on the wall above the bed. "Dean". She whispered. "Is there a kid here?" He looked down at her and took a deep breath before looking back and stepping into the room. They looked around for a minute before they heard a shuffle sound coming from a closet. They shared a look and Dean nodded as [Y/N] walked over to it. She pulled the door open and was met by a high pitched scream, a little girl clinging to a teddy bear not much smaller than herself, desperately trying to push herself back against the back of the closet. [Y/N] quickly put her knife down and held her hands up to the girl.

"Hey, hey you're okay, I'm not gonna hurt you". She continued to scream and [Y/N] looked back to Dean in a panic, stepping away from the girl and allowing Dean to kneel down in her place.

"Hey Sweetheart, who's that you have with you? He a friend of yours?" Dean looked at the bear before looking the girl in the eyes. She stopped screaming, sniffed, and nodded her head, her grip on the bear tightening. "Does he have a name?"

"Teddy". Her small voice whispered.

"Teddy? He looks like a Teddy alright". Dean chuckled. "Do you have a name?" The girl nodded at him. "Well, my name is Dean, and this is my friend [Y/N]". He pointed up to [Y/N] who smiled and gave a little wave. "Pretty, isn't she?" He asked and the girl nodded again. "What's your name?"

"Luna". Dean raised an eyebrow at her response.

"Luna? Well, I guess your name suits you too". She offered him a small smile. "How old are you Luna?"

"Three".

"Hmm, well, do you wanna come out from inside there? It seems a little bit cramped both you and Teddy". Dean offered her his hand but she shook her head and shrunk back, pulling the bear with her, eyes wide above Dean's head. Dean turned around to see Sam standing behind him, a very confused expression on his face.

"Scary giant". Luna pointed a trembling finger at him and Dean chuckled.

"That's Sam, he's my brother. Don't worry about him, he's a friendly giant".

"Really?"

"Oh yeah, big time. You wanna know what scares him?" She nodded. "Clowns". Luna giggled and loosened her grip on the bear slightly.

"What's going on?" Sam whispered to [Y/N] as Dean continued to try and win Luna's trust.

"They had a kid, Dean's trying to get her to come out". She whispered back, watching as Luna took two of Dean's fingers and used him to balance as she crawled out of the closet. [Y/N] smiled at her as she looked up to her and Sam, hiding slightly behind Dean's legs.

"So what now?" Dean asked, crouching down slightly so his fingers could still be held by Luna.

"We'll have to take her with us". Sam said.

"What? Back to the bunker?"

"She's a werewolf Dean, we can't exactly drop her off at the neighbour's house. We'll take her with us and then figure out where to go from there".

"Where's my mommy?" Luna asked, and the three of them shared a look. "I want my mommy and daddy". Dean knelt down so he was closer to eye level with her.

"Your mom and dad aren't here right now, you're gonna come with us on a little trip, okay?"

"What about mommy?"

"Mommy isn't coming this time, but you know who is?" She shook her head. "Teddy is coming with us, and he's smaller than you so you need to look out for him, think you can do that?" Dean asked and she nodded her head very quickly. "Yeah I know you can. Come on, let's gather up some of your stuff, can you show me your favourite toys?" He asked and she nodded again, grabbing his fingers to pull him towards a box at the end of her bed. He stood up and looked back to Sam and [Y/N]. "Can you deal with the parents and look for a car seat and whatever else you think she needs? I'll get some of her clothes and toys, call up when you're done and I'll come down, don't need her seeing anything she doesn't need to see".

[Y/N] smiled at him and nodded, following Sam out of the room to help him with the bodies. She always admired how good Dean was with kids whenever they were on hunts. She knew that he basically raised Sam when he was just a child himself, and she often wondered if he ever thought about having kids of his own some day. She had to admit, thinking about having kids with Dean had entered her daydreams on more than one occasion, but she never lingered on it for too long.

***

Luckily they weren't too far from the bunker, so the drive back was only a couple of hours, and Luna ended up falling asleep for most of it. Dean had grabbed the toys she'd shown him and picked out some clothes from her closet, while Sam had found a car seat and [Y/N] had packed up some of the bath toys and had found kid's shampoo and soap in the bathroom too. The ride back was quiet, none of them wanting to wake Luna up and have to keep telling her that her parents weren't coming. She was snuggled up in her car seat with Teddy, and [Y/N] was sitting in the back with her, keeping an eye on her in case she woke up. She could see Dean glancing up at the rear view mirror every few minutes to check on her too, and [Y/N] smiled every time he did.

[Y/N] carefully unstrapped Luna from her car seat once they were in the bunker's garage, slowly pulling her out and into her arms while Dean grabbed all of her stuff out of the car. Sam got into the driver's seat, and once everything was out of the car, he drove off to deal with the two dead werewolves in the trunk. [Y/N] carried Luna into the bunker's library where she gently set her down on one of the new couches they'd recently purchased. It was soft, and Luna sunk down into it, still clutching her bear while [Y/N] covered her with the blanket that had been sitting on the back of the couch. She stepped back slowly, careful not to make any noise, and walked over to the other side of the room where Dean was unpacking Luna's things. "What are we going to do with her?" [Y/N] whispered, and Dean looked over to the sleeping toddler.

"I don't know, make some calls maybe, figure it out as we go?"

"I've never looked after a kid before". [Y/N] was now also watching Luna sleep.

"Good thing I have then". Dean smirked at her and turned back to take the last of the toys out of the bag.

"Mommy?" A little voice sounded from across the room, and [Y/N] and Dean both turned to see Luna sitting up, rubbing her eyes. Without hesitation, Dean took a book out of the bag and held it behind his back, then made his way over to the couch and sat down beside her.

"Hey Sweetheart, have a nice nap?" She nodded and held her bear close. "Want to do some colouring with me? I see you have a colouring book all about unicorns". He wiggled his eyebrows at her as he took the colouring book from behind his back and showed her the cover, which had a pink and purple sparkly unicorn on it.

"That's my favourite!" She beemed at him. "Can she help me?" She whispered to him, pointing at [Y/N] and Dean chuckled.

"Of course she can, you know, I think she could use some help, she's not the best at staying inside the lines, think you could show her?"

"Dean". [Y/N] rolled her eyes at him but walked over to the two of them.

"I can show you!" Luna smiled and [Y/N] smiled back at her.

"Okay, let's see if we can find some pencils or crayons in that bag". Dean handed the bag over to [Y/N] before slipping out of the room, leaving [Y/N] and Luna alone to colour in one of the unicorn drawings in the book. Luna explained to [Y/N] which colours to use and where to use them, and went into great detail about what this particular unicorn was like and what kind of special powers it had.

"Good job!" Luna said as she beemed up at [Y/N] who had just finished colouring in the unicorn's tail as instructed by the toddler.

"Thank you Luna, you're a good teacher".

"Really?"

"Oh yeah, so patient and you give good instructions".

"Is anyone ready for some hot chocolate?" Dean walked back into the room with a tray of three mugs on it, each covered in marshmallows and chocolate flakes. Luna's eyes widened in amazement as Dean handed her the smaller of the three mugs, and she eagerly grabbed it and started to lick the marshmallows on top. [Y/N] smiled in thanks as Dean handed her a mug, before he put down the tray and took a seat beside them. He looked to Luna, waiting for her opinion on the drink. "Is it good?" He asked and she looked up to him, quickly nodding her head at him. "That's good. Why don't you show me what you two have done so far?"

***

The three of them spent another half an hour colouring in various unicorns before Luna started to drift off back to sleep. She slowly lay down on the couch again, and once her soft snores filled the room, Dean put the blanket back on her. [Y/N] and Dean made their way to the far side of the room again and sat down. "That was actually kinda fun". [Y/N] quietly giggled.

"Yeah, relaxing almost". Dean scratched the back of his neck and chuckled awkwardly, an unusual sight for [Y/N]. "I think we'd actually make good-"

"Hey". Dean's sentence was interrupted by Sam walking through the door, noticing the sleeping toddler, and then lightening his steps as he walked over to the two of them.

"Hey". [Y/N] smiled at him then looked back to Dean. "Good what?"

"Huh?"

"You were just saying that we'd make good... something". She said.

"Oh, uh, I can't remember what I was going to say". She noticed a light blush on his cheeks, again an unusual sight, but she decided not to push it.

"So I have good news and I have bad news". Sam said as he took a seat beside them, and [Y/N] and Dean turned their attention to him. "I called Garth, he said he and his family would be happy to take her". [Y/N] sighed in relief. Being taken in by a family of vegetarian werewolves was the best possible outcome for Luna, at least now she had a chance of growing up in a loving family and not having to kill anyone.

"And the bad news?" Dean asked.

"Garth is away on vacation with his family, so he can't take her until next week".

"Next week? What are we gonna do with her for a week?" [Y/N] said in a hushed tone, looking over to Luna who was still softly snoring.

"Look after her? She seems to like you two". Sam said, nudging Dean with a smirk. [Y/N] looked back to Dean who didn't seemed phased by it. It was something she really admired about him; he could be the world's best killer and have the world's biggest heart at the same time. No matter what he'd gone through, he always had capacity to care, room in his heart for one more.

"Excuse me?" A little voice sounded, calling all of their attention. Luna was sitting up, looking at all of them from across the room. "I'm hungry". Dean looked to [Y/N], a look of uncertainty on his face for the first time in this whole ordeal.

"Don't worry, I picked something up on my way home". Sam said as he stood up. He made his way over to Luna, but she looked frightened and backed into he couch, Teddy acting as a barrier.

"She's scared of you, thinks you're a giant". Dean chuckled, standing up to join his brother. "He's a friendly giant, remember?" His voice softening as he addressed Luna, who nodded tentatively at him.

"You wanna come with us and we'll get you something to eat?" Sam crouched down in front of the couch and she nodded again, this time smiling back at him.

"Alright, come here then, sleepyhead". Dean reached forward and scooped up both Luna and Teddy into his arms, walking out the door with Sam and [Y/N] behind him. Luna peered out over Dean's shoulder, still amazed by Sam, who gave her a little wave. She giggled and hid in Dean's neck, and [Y/N] felt an unfamiliar warmth spread through her, watching the interaction. For a moment, she imagined that Luna was Dean's child, Sam's niece, and this how life would be in the bunker with a small child. All giggles, colouring books, and a soft version of Sam and Dean. She didn't quite allow herself to put herself into the equation, but thoughts of being part of the Winchester family had crossed her mind. She watched as he sat her down at the kitchen table before he turned to Sam. "What's on the menu?"

Sam walked over to the refrigerator and opened it, pulling out something slimey and pale purple on a plate. "Don't worry, it's not human". He chuckled at [Y/N]'s expression. "Apparently the local high school are doing disections on sheep hearts this week, ordered in a huge batch of them to the butcher's, he had a few left over so I think we have enough for a week". He set it down on the counter and took a knife out of a drawer. "Uhh... any idea what the recommended portion sizes are for a toddler werewolf?"

[Y/N] looked over to Luna, who was happily swaying her legs back and forth while explaining to Teddy that Sam was a nice giant. She thought she looked tiny, small for a three year old, but then again she didn't really have much interaction with young kids. She couldn't imagine Luna being able to eat much in one go, but then again, she also wasn't an expert in diets for young werewolves. "Maybe cut it into quarters and give her one? If she's still hungry then we can give her another". [Y/N] suggested, and Sam nodded, getting to work on cutting while Dean sat down opposite Luna, adding himself to her conversation with Teddy.

"Here we go". Sam said as he set down a plate in front of Luna. She immediately grabbed it and took a bite.

"Yummy! Thank you". Her voice was muffled as she spoke with her mouth full, and the three of them attempted to keep the disgust off their faces as she chewed happily. Dean began asking her about her favourite things to do, and Sam and [Y/N] both asked a few questions too while she ate. Twenty minutes later, the bit of heart was gone and Luna was wiping her mouth.

"Was that good?" Sam asked and she nodded.

"All full!" She beemed at him. Sam cleared away the plate and they continued to chat for awhile until it was late evening, and she was beginning to doze off again.

"Ready for bed?" Dean asked and she nodded sleepily.

***

[Y/N] had brushed Luna's teeth and got her into a set of little pyjamas while Dean set up one of the spare rooms for her. She was almost asleep when [Y/N] carried her into the room, Teddy already waiting for her in the bed and the rest of her toys laying on the desk in the corner of the room. Dean pulled back the covers and [Y/N] gently lay her down. She cuddled into Teddy and before [Y/N] could stand back up, she was asleep. The two of them quietly left the room, closing the door behind her. "Don't want her wandering around here unsupervised". Dean said as he started walking down the hallway, [Y/N] following him. "Sam got a baby monitor, it's set up in her room and I have the other end in mine, if she wakes up during the night I'll go in to her". He stopped outside his bedroom door and looked down at [Y/N], who was staring at him in amazement. "What?"

"You have everything figured out, don't you?" She said and he shrugged. "You're really good at this Dean, she's really taken to you".

"She likes you too". He said.

"Watching the way you are with her... I dunno, just gets me thinking".

"About what?"

"Do you ever think about... doing that some day? Having kids with someone, raising them?" She asked and he looked away.

"I've thought about it, sure, but I couldn't raise a kid here. Not when we have angels and demons and all sorts of monsters coming after us. I wouldn't bring a kid into that". He looked back at [Y/N] who was sadly nodding at him. "What about you?"

"I've thought about it too. But you're right, if I was gonna have a kid, hunting would have to take a back seat. I'd find somewhere quiet, a nice little house in a nice neighbourhood, and it would have to be with the right person too".

"The right person?"

"Yeah, you know, someone who I love and care about, who'd be good with the kids, maybe a local mechanic sort of guy". Dean raised his eyebrows at her. "He'd have to be hot though. And cozy, someone who's tough on the outside but warm and soft on the inside".

"I think you'd find someone like that if you wanted to". He said, relaxing against his bedroom door.

"I think I actually already know someone like that". She felt a sudden boost of confidence. He swallowed and widened his eyes at her.

"Oh really?"

"Yeah, I know this guy, he's really tough, protective, but respects me, you know? And he's kind and caring towards the people who deserve it. He's great with kids too".

"Is this guy you know a local mechanic?"

"Well, no. But, he's great with cars, and he could be a mechanic if he wanted to be".

"Huh, sounds like a good guy". He crossed his arms and smirked down at her. "What's his name?"

"Dean".

"Yeah, what?" He asked, smiling as she rolled her eyes at him.

"His name is Dean, he's you".

Dean's smile slowly faded into a more serious expression as he searched her face for any sign of a joke. When she didn't break into a laugh, he looked down at her lips before making eye contact again, waiting for the slight nod of consent she gave before grabbing either side of her face and pulling her to him, pressing his lips to hers. Both of them closed their eyes and sighed into the kiss. It wasn't a hunger, it was a need, like they'd both been holding their breath since they met, and now they were finally able to breathe. Her hands reached up to his chest and his hands slipped into her hair, holding her as he deepened the kiss. He licked at her lower lip, and she opened her mouth, letting his tongue in. He moaned into her as she pushed one of her hands up to the back of his neck, threading his short hair through her fingers. He eventually broke the kiss by pulling back and pressing his lips to her forehead.

"Do you want to come inside?" He asked, reaching behind him to open his door. She nodded at him, and he grabbed her hand to pull her into his room, closing the door behind them.

***

[Y/N] woke up and blushed as she realised she was in Dean's arms, neither of them with any clothes on. He was lying on his back, his left arm around her shoulders. She was lying almost on her stomach, half on top of Dean as her left leg was thrown over his, her left arm draped across his chest. She began to move, taking her arm back but Dean quickly caught her wrist. She looked up at him, his eyes were still closed. "Don't move yet". He mumbled. "I like this".

"I like this too". She giggled, returning her arm to it's original position. "Last night was good".

"I agree. If I'd known you were like that I would've tried to get you into my bed a lot sooner". He chuckled as she playfully hit his chest. They both lay there, listening to each other breathe while Dean absentmindedly stroked her arm. "I think we could do it".

"Do what?" She asked.

"I think we could have a different life. I think we'd be good at it. You know, small house, local mechanic, couple of kids running around. Sammy'd make a good uncle. Could keep up the research part of the job, maybe become the new Bobby". She lifted her head to look at him, his eyes now open and looking down at her, full of concern in case what he just admitted would ruin everything.

"You think you'd ever want any of that.. with me?" She asked, just as concerned.

"I'd want everything with you". He reached up to stroke her cheek, and she blushed at his words. "I'd give you everything you want". He added.

"I want you. I want to be with you, and some day, do everything you just said". She leaned forward to peck his lips, and he leaned forward to return the kiss.

"Then we should do it. All of it. I want you to grow old with me [Y/N]". She smiled at him and began to stroke the little bits of stubble showing on his jaw. He moved his hands to her waist, shifting her so she was completely on top of him, straddling him. She leaned down to kiss him when a noise interrupted them, a little voice calling out for 'Dean'. He looked over at the baby monitor and sighed, lowering his hands to [Y/N]'s hips before chuckling. "I guess this week will be a good practice run".

The end

[circeyoru]

Yandere Alastor react to soul owner reader it hurt [ again ] but this time it's a badly injury.

Let's just say the reader got sneak attack by some demon.

[ Who ever that demon is Alastor not going let that demon go in the most peaceful way ever ]

Nothing much I just want to see Alastor being really protected and in his true form.

After he's finished with that demon Alastor quickly helped the reader and being really really protected if anyone getting a bit just a little bit too close Alastor well standing at deadly also really clingy like cleaning more than usual.

[ I think the reader understand why but get a bit annoying but understand why ]

That's all I got like I said before stay healthy and strong don't forget to drink water too!

Go to MASTERLIST for the works. This ask is for {Unwanted Souls}.

I gotcha! I'm setting this as before Alastor gave you his soul. We don't have enough moments for those times. So this one will be a bit long~

Enjoy!

It was a simple shopping trip. One simple shopping trip. In and out. As simple as that. A 3-year-old would have gotten things done as easily. But nooooo. This is Hell, things are bound to be troublesome.

Like this stupid scene.

"Ugh..." You gripped onto your dominant arm, a big gush that covered your arm with blood oozing out of it. One of your eyes squeezed shut from the pain, and you sat in the debris of what remained on the shelves of canned food. Your legs had long given out from the knockout and impact. "What's your problem?"

"Maybe you should have given me everything, instead of being such a f**ker and act all cool and sh*t." The demon snarled, picking up a random beer bottle to aim another throw.

You closed your eyes shut; you just have to take it and let this stupid demon have his fun unless it was of a sexual nature, then you can heal yourself and get home to your comfortable anime and music. Your body tensed as you mentally prepared what's to come.

Only, it didn't. Instead, there was a loud static that rang.

Your good eye opened and widened a bit when you saw the scene in front of you.

"Dear, you were taking a while. I knew I should have come with you instead of standing guard." Alastor's radio-filtered voice growled threateningly while his antlers grew in size and length. His sclera turned black, his iris glowed red, and his form enlarged to tower over the market shelves.

"Your funeral.." You sighed as your book holster, picking out your book and turning to a page to rip it out and blow at it. A transparent jelly-like substance dome formed around you, a barrier. "Honest, I warned you."

The demon laughed, "You think this is intimidating? Sure, go ahead and kill me. Demons can't die unless with those flying f**ker's f**king weapons anyway!"

You rolled your eyes. At this point, this demon was being a complete idiot that death was too good of an end to give. "Yeah... A quick and painless death is not exactly his style." Your eyes wandered to the side, "Ask the souls in his broadcast later on."

"Broadcast?" The demon turned its head back to Alastor, fear and regret on its face. "What..."

You tried your best to ignore the demon's screams and Alastor's maniacal laughter. The nearby demons also tried but failed to leave the vicinity. But it was hard to ignore the occasional blood splatters that came in contact with your shield dome, every time red came into your peripheral vision, you unconsciously flinched. It has gotten to the point that there were limbs thrown all around the place. You shouldn't have glanced over to Alastor because you saw him devouring a demon whole in his giant form.

You turned away. Sure Hell was disturbing and you watch similar things, but this was so much different when experiencing in real life. Not to mention, Alastor was your roommate at the moment. At times like these that you wonder if he even needed you saving him from that time.

Silently, you took out your pages to weakly scribble on the page for a light form of healing. When you were done, there wasn't a wound on your body to prove your pain or the torn clothes. Still, you didn't move because you didn't want to be a moving target to the crazy psycho demon who was having his fun.

The last straw was made when the demon's mangled body was dragged into the shadows while claws tried to save its fate. "Hey! Help me! Please! I'm sorry! Mercy!"

Alastor grinned, enjoying and savouring the pleading demon that was showing the two of you such a pitiful display. The sick joy he felt when he brought the poor thing to your mercy. Oh, this has to be love. He can't imagine another being taking away attention that was rightfully his but you.

And that cold and indifferent in your eyes, that pretty face that only displayed the hint of annoyance and disgust to the demon. "Like I told you when you first stupidly approached me: You'll regret talking to me."

Alastor's head snapped to the side, the shadows dragged the demon into his cane. Screams of the demon echoed but then silence came. Another voice of screams to the endless broadcast of torture.

As quick as it started, it ended. Alastor shrank down, fixing up his outfit before his eyes wandered to where you were. He made quick strides to you and bowed in a manner that was so familiar to a certain character. "My Dear, everything's dealt with."

The barrier dropped after a few seconds when you accessed that he was speaking the truth. It was more in the way of knowing he wouldn't direct his bloodthirsty destruction onto you as well. Since you weren't very nice to him, "So it would appear."

Alastor's eyes narrowed while his smile grew, solely focused on your weakened self. "May I carry you back? I can't imagine letting myself watch you limp through the streets!"

You looked away with a scowl and a slight frown, you didn't want to admit it, but you were in no condition to walk back and your healing took a bit out of you. "Fine. Just this once."

Swiftly, without missing a beat, Alastor already had you in his arms like one would carry a princess or lady. "Wonderful! I'll treasure this moment!"

You made yourself comfortable, you knew Alastor would take the long way home, you played with your fingers while you listened to his heartbeat that was a bit fast. You peeked up at him, he was keeping a watchful eye on the demons around.

"Don't get used to this. You're leaving soon."

Alastor didn't say anything, but his laugh told you he saw it as one hell of a joke.

Later on when you look back on this moment, you'll be wondering if that was meant for him to hear, or yourself.