#the other side of my face isn’t visible here but it was just a normal n really sweet n pretty makeup look

[bluexiao]

#can i please sit on your lap?

—actually, this is where you just sat on their lap for no reason to see their reaction

CHARACTERS. Albedo, Childe, Diluc, Gorou, Kaeya, Kazuha, Scaramouche, Thoma/Tohma, Venti, Xiao, Zhongli

THEMES. mostly fluff!! wholesome, honestly. kind of domestic in a way<3

thank you so much for @feifae for this lovely idea<3

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ALBEDO probably moved away first, his upper body pulling back slightly at the feeling of someone plopping on his lap. However, the second he sees you, he eases back into his normal position, saying, “Well hello there, darling. Do you need anything?” with a soft smile. You could only fluster him if you lean your head on his chest and bonus points if you wrap your arms on his waist whilst still on his lap. Expect him to chuckle a few seconds after and lean his chin on the top of your head. “Did you miss me already?”

CHILDE sputters “O-Oh?” then his facade will change in an instant, his arms circling your waist and placing his chin on your shoulder. “Is my baby starting to grow bored? Wanna go out, you say? Alright, I’ll treat you if you kiss me.” he doesn’t really mean that but if you decide to indulge him, his face will flush and he’ll probably duck his face on your neck to hide it from you or others.

DILUC would be flustered on the inside. He will probably stiffen up even if he saw that it was you but his muscles will ease up when you lean in and kiss his jaw. He’ll be careful to touch you but his gloved hands will soon find its way on your waist, holding you there gently. “I’m sorry, my love, do you want to go to bed now? Let me wrap this up and I’ll carry you soon.” a sad smile curls on his face as he presses a kiss on the crown of your head.

GOROU visibly pulls back only until he saw that it was you, only then will he relax and place a hand on you, most likely on your back or your waist. A bright smile would appear on his face at your sight, most especially if he hadn’t seen you for awhile and you surprised him by meeting up with him. “Hey there, honey.” he’d greet. Press a kiss on his forehead or scratch his ears gently and he may flush right there and then.

“What could this be?” KAEYA smirks, leaning back on his chair and placing his hands on each side of the armchair. “To what do I owe this pleasure, hm?” he’d muse. “Would you prefer it if I could take a break and take you somewhere? I can be free for you whenever you like.” he winks at you the audacity. he’s partly being genuine and partly teasing you, actually, although there may be some truth in those words.

KAZUHA acts like he isn’t affected and is trying to affect you instead, but more lowkey than Kaeya. He smiles genuinely and softly looks at you, racing a hand and starting to softly caress your hair. “Are you getting bored, dove? Would you like to hear a haiku I’ve been making?” And I promise you the haiku is really sweet because it’s most likely for you<3

SCARAMOUCHE glares at you at first, even releasing a low groan. “What now?” He tries to make it seem like he absolutely hates it but that embarrassed look on his face says it all. If you don’t speak and continue sitting there on his lap, he merely huffs and returns back to what he’s previously doing. “Just don’t bother me, hear that?” he’ll sigh “You’re so clingy… scoot closer or you’ll fall.” He’s so complicated but he likes it dw

THOMA also jumped slightly when you dropped down on his lap. “Babe?” he’d question, surprised and curious at the same time. With or without people around, his reactions would be the same nonetheless. “Need anything? Or… is this your way of saying that it’s time for cuddles? Ah you want cuddles?” he’d wrap his arms around you and pull you to his chest. “I’m quite comfortable here, thank you very much. If you want cuddles, you’ll get it here.” he’d chuckle.

VENTI is probably the hardest to fluster above everyone else. He’d look at you curiously and then perk up in joy, wrapping his arms around you to hug you tightly. “Aww, is my love missing me already?! Fret not, your bard boyfriend is here to save the day!” he’s kinda cringey but yes it happens most of the time. You can never prank a prankster… sometimes.

Be careful with XIAO. He trusts you, but he doesn’t trust himself that much. Thus, you must make your presence known first before you slowly walk towards him and then suddenly plop on his lap. “What… are you doing?” he’d slowly ask, confused and quite flushed. If you state the obvious, he’d huff and look away. However, if you move for a little bit, he might panic that you are falling and will instinctively raise his hands to hold you. Imagine his surprise that you weren’t T-T still, he might find his hands unable to move away now. Wonder why.

ZHONGLI is the calmest person here, you think? Nah. He’d awkwardly shuffle his legs when you sit on his lap, especially if he previously has his legs crossed. “Love?” he’d question, especially if you don’t usually plop on his lap randomly. “Is there something wrong?” he’d ask carefully, probably thinking you were not feeling well or you needed something from him. As a god, that’s most likely his way of thinking, completely forgetting that you’re a mortal and mortals do weird things sometimes—most of the time. If you admit it’s for nothing, he’d nonetheless relax and even offer for you to lean on his chest. Yes, very wholesome indeed.

NOTES. i’ve actually been debating whether i’ll make a taglist or not but i keep forgetting it! so now i decided i should not delay it any further hehe.

[hanmine]

[ 𝟖:𝟒𝟗 𝐏𝐌 ] — 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐌𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐉𝐈

“so you have nothing you want to tell me?” you glare at hanma, and he sits there and pouts—which is funny enough seeing as he’s a rather intimidating man, but right now, nothing seems to be very funny to you. he simply sits there with his arms crossed, shaking his head.

“no, i didn’t do shit,” he grumbles.

“okay,” you nod. “you didn’t do shit, cool. you also didn’t perhaps…oh, i don’t know…tell other people to do shit for you then?” your boyfriend simply shrugs, planting his feet onto the coffee table—and you’ve told him a million times over not to, but it’s hard to get through his thick skull, this you know better than anyone.

and hanma (the one who lacks rationale) and you (the one who has enough rationale to make up for his lack thereof) are an unlikely duo, but it works. until sometimes it doesn’t. but even then, only the two of you could find a way to mend that.

and you’re almost certain the smashed windows of your coworker’s car, and the threatening note taped to his bedroom window, and even the visible black eye he sported to work today has something to do with your boyfriend, even if he wasn’t the one to exactly do them. but hanma is stubborn as he is unhinged, and he sits there with utmost denial as you continue to drill him.

“nope,” he simply denies.

“shuji,” you raise a brow, and sometimes you feel like hanma is a toddler, and you’re his fed up mother—except it’s entirely too late to leave him on a front doorstep and ring the bell, leaving him to whichever lucky (also see: unlucky) soul that happens to be behind that door.

“i didn’t fucking do shit,” he grumbles, but he doesn’t meet your gaze. because even if hanma isn’t exactly the most morally steered of men, he’s not exactly one to lie—well, at least not to you, anyone else is fair game.

sighing, you rub your temples, and the stress from the day is already enough, but the added tension of your crazy and thrill chasing boyfriend is enough to make your skull feel heavy. hanma slumps into your couch, sulking to himself that you’re making such a big deal over what could be coincidences in his eyes.

you both know they’re not.

“shuji, i know you’re behind this. why’re you targeting my coworker? he’s a nice guy,” you press, and a vein all but pops in his forehead.

“yeah,” he chuckles menacingly. “real nice dude. so fucking nice. a little too nice, don’t ya think?”

and it all adds up, the way he eyes your coworker when he picks you up, the way he seems to simultaneously steer the conversation to something else when you bring them up, yet ask questions himself every chance he gets. hanma shuji, you decide, is quite dangerous when he’s jealous, and you outta be careful if you don’t want your poor coworker’s blood on your hands.

“you’re sending people to harass my coworker because you’re a little jealous?” you snort, and hanma scowls, absolutely hating, loathing, despising the slight glee in your eyes.

he thinks his next plan will involve cold blooded murder.

“i like games,” he shrugs. “and i have no problem being a little ruthless so i can win.” he shoots you a crazed little smile. it’s one you should run from, but you’re not as normal as you once thought—otherwise you wouldn’t find it as cute as you do. “it’s much more thrilling that way,” he smirks.

“and here you were, just the other day, having a grand old time watching me get jealous,” you chuckle, poking his cheek. his scowl returns, and your coworker better hope that hanma wakes up on the right side of bed tomorrow morning, things might end poorly for him if not.

“you’re cute when you’re all mad,” he says smugly. “pretty little thing, your face gets all twisted,” he chuckles. shaking your head, you climb onto his lap, and his hands find purchase of your waist, rubbing up and down the sides slowly.

perhaps everyone’s a little crazy deep down, or perhaps hanma is simply a bad influence, but the thought of seeing that bitch from your last outing drop dead doesn’t sound entirely too bad.

“i’d say you’re hot,” you murmur, pressing kisses across his jaw, trailing right below his lips and hovering over them, “but i don’t wanna encourage the homicide of my engaged coworker,” you mumble.

he leans in, closing the gap and connecting your lips, and you can’t help but let the thoughts muddle, letting hanma take over your conscience. you’re sure if he played his cards right, he could convince you right now in this state to let his plans continue, but you’re also aware that he won’t. he’s far too weak to you—and it’s a weakness he welcomes.

“so i can’t kill him?” he pouts, making you chuckle softly. tussling a few loose strands of his hair, you plant a kiss to his forehead, shaking your head.

“no, shuji. do not kill him, or i’ll kill you.” he huffs, rolling his eyes.

“you’re never getting with someone that’s not me,” he grins widely at you, trailing a finger to rub softly over your cheek. you lean into the touch. “you know that right?”

“oh, you bet i do,” you snort.

and it’s true, hanma will chase the ends of the earth to make sure no other man ends up by your side—no man other than him. but you’re not entirely mad at the prospect.

[versadies]

Hi, and congrats on 3k you 1 000 000% deserve it, well done ! <3

Could I please get mixed yakisoba, sticky honey roast, mint jelly and pop’s teas, dango milk and mustard?

Thanks and again, congrats on the milestone 💖 (p.s: this event is so cute but it made me so hungry for no reason lmfao 😭)

stumbling words — arataki itto x gn!kamisato!reader

‿୨♡୧‿︵ BON APETIT MY FELLOW CUSTOMER ! ︵‿୨♡୧‿

name of order. STUMBLING WORDS

date. arataki itto (w/ gn!kamisato!reader)

receipt. mixed yakisoba (arataki itto) + sticky honey roast (friends to lovers) + mint jelly and pop’s teas (fluff/comfort) + dango milk (normal au) + mustard (drabble)

spices. fluff/comfort (the only thing comforting here is the wholesomeness), friends to lovers trope, wholesome, this fic supports itto being super nervous around his crush hc, no cw

ingredients. in which itto asks traveler to help him with something unexpected… asking you out on a date to go to a festival.

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chef’s note. tysm comrade !! i’m very delighted to know that you think of my event theme as such. i honestly got hungry too when i made the prompts 💀💀💀

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the oni’s wingman

“...i’m sorry, what?” aether asks, not believing what the oni had just asked him as paimon’s mouth opens agape. in all honesty, when itto had asked the traveler to help him with something, he expected that he’ll be hunting more onikabutos,

but this? this is much more than just onikabutos.

itto scratches the back of his head with a nervous chuckle, hues of red are visible on his face. “w-well uh, you see… this is sorta like, my first time and i really, really don’t want to mess things up, and you’re the only person who i can talk to about this – could you help me ask y/n out on a date to the festival?”

aether blinked a few times.

“...y/n? you mean the y/n kamisato?”

it’s not the fact that itto somehow fell in love with you, the second sibling of the kamisato clan, that surprised the honorary knight. it’s the fact that someone could make the arataki itto become a flustered mess that surprised him.

itto nods in response, his smile reaches up to his eyes from you being mentioned. “yes. you’re the only person i can think of who knows them a lot and i think it’d be great if you help me, y’know, like a wingman?”

“what do we get in return?” paimon asks, crossing her arms.

“..a treat from me?” itto said hesitantly. although the way he said it was doubtful, aether paid no mind to it. if there’s one thing he knows about itto, he’s quite a genuine person. so when he says he’ll treat aether and paimon in a hesitant tone, it’s not because he’s hesitant on treating them, but because of the fact he isn’t sure if he has the finance for it.

oh well, free food is free food.

paimon could care less as well, her eyes brightening from itto’s response. “say no more! we’ll make sure you’ll ask y/n in no time!” she exclaims, flying around the oni happily, who sighed in relief.

“you have my thanks, sunshine! when can we do it?”

aether and paimon immediately shoot each other a look. now that they think about it, it seems as though the universe is on itto’s side. they were basically done with everything they had to do for the day and are free to do whatever they want… not to mention the fact that thoma told them you’re free from your duties in the clan as well when they had asked how you and ayaka are.

the traveler’s mouth twitches up. “how do you feel about today?”

it didn’t take long for aether and paimon to find you in inazuma city.

however, what took long was them helping itto practice asking you out on a date. if traveler could earn a mora each time the oni brushes his hair profusely before continuing to practice, he would’ve been possibly richer than diluc ragnvindr himself.

it’s sort of endearing, to be quite frank. the oni claimed that he’s your bestest friend in the whole world and will be the bestest boyfriend you’ll ever get, only to instantly turn into a blushing mess when he realized what he just said.

now that they both think about the ridiculous number of times when itto messed his confession up, only celestia can tell if itto could pull this off.

when they spotted you eating at shimura’s restaurant, they instantly gesture itto to quickly come up to you and ask you out, immediately hiding behind the building that’s not too far away from where you are and allow them to listen to your conversation.

“h..hey y/n!” itto called, causing you to look away from your food and turn to itto’s direction with brightened eyes.

“oh, hey itto, it’s good to see you!” you ask, stopping yourself from eating your meal first when you spotted the oni. “are you here to eat dinner as well?”

he froze for a moment. this is not what he practiced with traveler and paimon at all!

“uh, n.. no– i mean, yes?”

hearing “yes” as his response caused you to excitedly gestured to him to sit down on the empty stool-chair that’s next to yours. “you can sit next to me if you want? i was starting to eat.” you said.

in panic, itto turns around to where aether and paimon are hiding, causing them to panic as well and motion him to do what you asked. they honestly didn’t care how certain onlookers noticed the honorary knight’s presence, eyeing them strangely at the sight of him and paimon hiding behind the building.

“thanks, i uh, appreciate it..?” itto spoke, sitting down next to you. wait, is his hair okay? did he put in enough perfume or did he put in too much? crap, what was he supposed to say again?!

“it’s no problem, really. it’s always better to eat food with someone instead of eating alone, right?” you replied with a small laugh, causing itto to laugh harder out of awkwardness.

it truly amazes aether how you didn’t shoot itto a strange look from his reactions, but it’s safe to say he and paimon knew things would not go well, especially since itto looks like he’s about to have a bean allergy attack.

itto then clears his throat, wiping his hands on his lap nervously. “so uh, y/n,”

you gave him a curious look on your face. “yes?”

“i was lying, actually. i-i didn’t really come here to eat dinner, i’m here to uh, tell you something..” he said, scratching the back of his head.

your expression immediately changes to concern. “oh dear, did something happen? you can tell me anything, i’m your bestest friend, after all!”

ouch, he did not just get friend-zoned!

itto chuckles nervously. should he really shoot it? what if you only see him as truly a friend and not something more unlike how he sees you?

he glances once more at the traveler's direction, and the blonde-haired man doesn't hesitate to profusely gesture to him to continue as paimon gives him a thumbs-up in encouragement.

he then remembers what they told him before he was sent away to where you are.

“if you feel a lot nervous and can’t find yourself to do it, then all of our efforts are a waste!” paimon replied when itto had asked them what happens if he can’t do it. “i’m sure y/n will accept it, you’re a great guy!”

aether nods in agreement, giving the tall man an encouraging pat on the back. “paimon’s right, i’m sure y/n wouldn’t reject you. who would even reject the number one oni?” he said, trying not to show the cringe look on his face when he called itto the number one oni.

nevertheless, it didn’t matter to itto if aether cringed from such title. it was enough to make him feel confident. sunshine is right, the oni thought. i am the number one oni! i can do this!

itto immediately looks back at you, who’s still staring at him in concern.

“well uhm, i know this might sound like a surprise, but i just wanted to ask if you’d uh…”

you tilt your head, raising an eyebrow in confusion. “if i’d…?”

itto feels his cheeks warming up. no, he can’t yield to his nervousness! he needs to get it together!

“i-if you’d uh… uhhh…”

someone is killing him now.

aether immediately gives himself a face-palm. out of all the times itto could’ve stumbled over his words, it had to be the time when he’s actually going to confess!

paimon lets out an irritated noise. “that’s it! i’ll do this myself–”

before the honorary knight’s companion could even take one move forward, the two instantly heard you laughing, causing aether and paimon to freeze.

…huh?

it’s safe to say that itto copied the same reaction. why are you laughing? does he look that humiliating–?!

“i’m sorry! i’m sorry for laughing!” you said, trying to refrain yourself from laughing. “it took you long enough to actually ask me out to go to that festival.”

itto, aether, and paimon’s eyes went wide from your words, taken back by surprise.

…you knew this whole time?

“...w-wait, you knew?!” itto exclaims, paying no mind to how some people passing by gave him a strange look for his loud outburst. “how?! i didn’t even say anything – can you read minds?”

you laughed once more, wiping a small tear from your eye. “itto, i was in uyuu restaurant when you told the traveler about it. all of you were quite loud enough for me to overhear from another room.” you explained.

itto could tell his ears turned redder. how embarrassing, you knew all along because of his loud mouth!

you then pat his shoulder. “you really didn’t have to practice for the whole morning and afternoon just for me. i’d still accept your offer even if you’re just stuttering the whole time.” you said reassuringly.

his heart fluttered. he praises the gods above for letting him meet a person like you. however, his lovestruck expression immediately falls when he realizes what you also had just said.

“wait, so that means you’ll.. g-go out with me?!”

you hummed, your smile reached up to your eyes. “of course.”

itto immediately stands up, punching the air above with his fist. “aw yeah! i knew you’d say yes!”

you watched in amusement as itto calls over aether and paimon, who both flinch when they hear the oni’s loud voice calling out to them and expose their hiding spot.

“hey guys! did you hear?! they said yes!” he yelled, letting out “whoop! whoop!” sounds.

before aether and paimon could say anything, someone else had beaten them to it.

“let’s go, boss!” one of the arataki gang members cheered as he came out from a bush, followed by another member of itto’s gang to come out from his hiding spot and the next. “we knew you’d rock it! we’ll make sure to leave you love-birds alone today!”

what the hell… aether thought to himself with wide eyes. how long were they hiding there?!

[just-a-sewer-goblin]

I loved your Vander x fem!Reader fic so much that I just had to request another! Your writing is exemplary!!! Could fem!Reader maybe be faced with the kids being disrespectful to her—Mylo is the first that comes to mind—and she remains firm, grounding them for getting into a fight they started or something, but Mylo crosses a line? Perhaps saying she isn’t their mom, but she remains strong even though it really hurt, then Vander finds out about it later and chews them out for it after everything she’s done for them? Then fluff? You are so very incredible, have a wonderful day!!

Vander x Bartender!Reader (Part 2)

I started writing this and zoned out until I had around 2200 words so yeah. That got out of hand. Thank you for your request it put a very vivid scene into my head. Enjoy. Also you are so sweet! you literally made my day when I read your request. I don't even have words to thank you. This can be read a a previous moment of the reader and Vander from your other request. Warnings: cursing, the kids being rude

- Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 -

You were furiously wiping down the counter your movements erratic. Those little shits. What had they thought? They hadn’t thought at all, that was the problem. As usual letting their fists do the work and not their heads.

It was only midday and no one was at The Last Drop yet. So unsurprisingly the counter was still clean but you wiped it dow anyway, needing an outlet for you anger. You knew where your anger came from. In truth you were only worried. Worried for the safety of your kids.

They weren’t back yet and word had already traveled to you of what they had done this time. Oh they really had messed up. What did they think? Robbing such a high up person in the undercity. The only luck was that Vander had immediately gone to settle things upon hearing about his kids misdeeds.

Your stomach was in knots from worry and you couldn’t await their return.

When the door opened your eyes flew to the newcomer. You were disappointed upon noticing that it was only the first customer, not your kids. You served him with much less smalltalk than you would have normally and he took his drink to a corner of the bar.

You wiped down the immaculately clean counter a third time. Your nerves made you sweat and you hated it.

When the door opened again your little shitheads entered the bar and went off to go to their room. Hell no. No! Not today.

“Vi! Clagger! Mylo! Powder! If you go down without talking to me…”, the threat hung visible in the air and they shuffled over to you with hung heads.

You noticed that the three older kids had bruises on their cheeks and knuckles. Hell, even Pow had a bruise around her right eye. Unbelievable! They had endangered even her!

With all the self-control you could muster you inhaled deeply, closing your eyes and setting them on Vi afterwards.

She met your gaze stubbornly her bottom lip pouting in defiance.

“What do you have to say Vi?”, you asked calmly, keeping your arms on your sides consciously. You didn't want to seem closed off. You weren't their enemy.

“What do you care?!”, she spat venomously making room for her frustration.

“You very well know why I care.”, you gently said.

“Well maybe. But we don’t!” Her harsh words stung.

“Yeah? You don’t care? You don’t care that you endangered Pow? You don’t care that you messed up big time?”, you questiond keeping your voice leveled.

“We had it under control.” She responded stubbornly.

“Ah. Yeah. Of course you had. That’s the reason Vander had to go to smooth the waters.”

“Yeah! That’s the point.” Vi nearly shouted now. “Vander went to set things straight while you stand here doing nothing being completely useless!”

You took another measured breath. She was just angry, she didn’t mean it.

“You are grounded.” The eyes of the other tree flew to your face as well, eyes wide in shock.

“You are grounded for three weeks and in those weeks you will help me in the bar, being as useless as I am.” You couldn’t help the slightly venomous tone in your voice even tho you tried to contain it as well as possible.

“Wait, wait!”, Clagger exclaimed “You can’t just ground us!”

I can’t?”, you snorted. Then went on calmly almost gently: “Watch me.”

Mylo stomped up to you, looking directly into your eyes. “No you can’t!” He was basically shaking with barely contained anger. “You are not our fucking mom. You have no right to talk to us like you are because you aren’t and you will never be!”

The following silence was deafening, only disturbed by the one customer slurping on his drink.

You put up steel walls around your heart refusing to show them how much the comment had stung. You would not let them get to you. You were more mature than that. You needed to focus on giving them a punishment for their reckless behaviour. Why did it hurt so much?

“You are grounded. That is final. Now go to your room and think about how you will explain this to Vander when he returns.” Your calmness surprised even you. You voice was hard, firm not betraying any emotion.

“But-“

“Out.” Upon hearing the silent command and the danger behind it they finally turned around to leave.

You watched them trudge across the floor and descend the stairs. Then you supported your weight on the counter with your hands. You breath was shaky and tears gathered in your eyes.

Fuck! And Mylo was right. If they didn’t view you as their mom there was nothing you could do. You would never be good enough to be a parent for them. You would never be good enough to earn such a place next to Vander.

They were right, what were you even doing. Serving customers at The Last Drop and scolding the kinds like you had any right to. You weren’t good for anything else. You had never been a peacekeeper or fighter like Vander. You were a simple waitress who just decided to act like a mom. But you weren’t fit for that role.

You shook your head. Now wasn’t the time. You pressed your hand to your forehead, willing the tears in your eyes to disappear. Just because you felt for them like a parent would, didn’t mean they would return those feelings. How foolish could you be?

But that was fine. It was okay for them not to see you like that. You would continue caring for them anyways. And-

The door opened once again and Vander stepped in. You quickly brushed you hair back and straightened your apron, putting on a façade of indifference.

You quickly made him a drink and he sat down heavily.

“Are they back yet?”, he sighed.

“Yes. I grounded them.”

“Good. Good, that’s what I would ‘ave done too. Thank you for being ‘ere for ‘em. How’d they look?”

You laughed quietly. “A little worse for the wear but nothing too serious.”

He nodded, looking at you appraisingly and then turning towards the customer, taking a long sip from his drink.

“I’ll go sit with Benzo for a bit, catch up and such.” He tapped the counter twice and took his drink with him.

So that was Benzo. You had heard about him but hadn’t seen him until today. You smiled at the plump man and he lifted his drink in acknowledgement.

“I’ll go look after the kids as long as business is still slow.”, you called out and Vander nodded.

“Thank you sweet’art.”

You calmed down your racing heart, still stressed from your conversation with them, as you knocked softly on the door of the old storage room. Vander had cleared it for the kids to use as they pleased.

“Yeah?” You heard Powder call and opened the door.

When you entered they looked up just to turn their heads away. Ah, giving you the silent treatment. That was fine. You could deal with silence. It was your daily companion while business was slow, The Last Drop only filling in the evenings.

You softly padded over to the first aid kid you kept in a corner and opened it, taking out a few wipes and a little bottle of hard liquor you used to disinfect wounds. You’d need some soothing balm as well and took out your secret little tin you had stolen from a pharmacy in Piltover.

You took your supplies over to Powder and smiled encouragingly when she looked at you unsure. Gently you laid your hand on her cheek and turned her head towards the light. You gently dapped the bruise and the little girl whimpered. You gently shushed her and stroked your thumb soothing over her cheek. As you applied the balm she scrunched up her nose.

“That stinks!”, she exclaimed and you laughed.

“I know Pow, but it will help with the pain and bruising."

She nodded and you gently kissed her nose when the door burst open, interrupting the tender moment. Vander took up the entire doorway, standing there like a symbol of doom.

The teens gaped at him and then shrunk back in fear. Oh damn, Vander looked like he was about to give them hell.

“Go back to the bar, there are new customers coming in.”, he calmly addressed you.

You scrambled to your feet rushing to get past him when you felt his warm hand on your shoulder stopping you in your tracks.

“You’re fine sweet’art. Don’t worry, yeah?”

You nodded meekly and closed the door on your way out. When you reached the counter The Last Drop was still just as empty as before. Confused your eyes flitted to Benzo. He shrugged.

“I told Vander how the kids treated ya. He abut to set their heads on straight.” He took a sip of his drink and signaled for you to refill it.

You hurried to do so and set it down in front of him gently. You patted his shoulder.

“Thanks for telling him.”

“Ye a good one lass. Don’t let them rowdy kids get to you. They are still young and stupid.” His warm hand rested on top of yours briefly and you smiled appreciatively.

When you hurried off you nearly stumbled down the stairs because you wanted to hear at least a part of the conversation so you could step in should Vander be too hard on them. But you doubted that would be necessary. He was the kind of parent you always wanted to be.

Before you opened the door you pressed your ear to it. Vander’s deep voice was clearly audible through the door.

“Three weeks? Helping at the bar?” He laughed dryly “You lot are lucky she got to you first. I would have had you cleaning the last drop for half a year. You realize how soft she was on you lil shits.”

You heard quiet murmuring of quite a few voiced. The kids.

“Ya know ya did yer mom dirty.”

A heavy silence settled over the room.

“Now tell me Mylo. Why would ya tell yer mom that she ai’t yo mom? Hm? Who has been takin’ care of ya?”

“She has.”, you could hear Mylo grumble.

“Tell me boy. Do you really not feel that she is your mother?”

The heaviness of the question settled around your throat and nearly choked you. Your hands had begun shakin. You needed to hear his answer.

“No. No Vander. She’s been a real mother to me.”, Mylo quietly admitted and you could feel tears sting in your eyes.

“Then why. Why. The. Fuck. Would you say something like that to ‘er?”, Vander spat at the boy behind the door still keeping his voice calm, collected.

Mylo shrunk under his gaze, shuffling his feet.

“’Cause I was angry and wanted to hurt her.”

Vander scoffed at him. “Yeah, that’s some kind of man ye are.”

His gaze settled on Vi. “And you. I really expected better from you. Tell me, what did you say to 'er?”

Vi wrung her hands uncomfortably. Vander making them repeat what they had said made her stomach turn in guilt. “That she is useless and never does anything.”

“Now Vi, what do you think ‘bout that?” Vander questioned her with a steel like voice.

“She does very much.”, Vi mumbled between gritted teeth “She helps so you can take care of the lanes. She looks after us. She listens. She does so much.”

Vander nodded gravely, crossing his arms before him.

“How did she react to what you said.”

Clagger pulled on the band of his goggles and replied: “She remained calm and firm on her stance. And then she came to patch us up.”

Vander pinched his nose and closed his eyes. The teens before him all sheepishly refused to look at his face. A tired sigh escaped him. “So what will you do ‘bout it? Hm? How will ya make it up to that sweet’art of a woman?”

Pow carefully supplied: “We should apologize to her.”

“That’s right Powder. I hope ya will. I really hope ya will. She deserves everything. Not to be treated like shit by little kids who don’t know how to keep out of trouble.”

He turned towards the door. Stopped and spoke over his shoulder: “Oh. If you ever go off like that on 'er again, you won’t just be grounded for three weeks. Are we understood?”

The teens mumbled their agreement. A small smile flitted over his lips. “I heard you gave those ruffians hell.”

The teens breathed audibly in relief.

You scurried away from the door, back to your place behind the bar when you heard Vander walking back to the door. Quickly using your apron to wipe away you tears you pretended like nothing had happened when Vander once again sat down on one of the stools.

You leant on your forearms over the counter, your hands clasped together. “I hope you were not too hard on them. They are still kids Van.”

His eyes seemed to twinkle in the dim light when he took you in. His big hand carefully went to yours and covered them. You nearly gasped at the gesture. His broad palm effortlessly covered both of your hands and the fact made you feel warm all over. No scratch that you felt downright hot. Maybe one day you would melt because of the broad man.

“Just talked to ‘em. Don’t worry sweet’art.” He squeezed your hands. “You know you are the best damn thing that happened to us in a long time, yeah?”

Slowly you turned your hands grasping his and his gaze wandered to your etangled hands, face softening.

“Thank you Van.”

Before your courage left you, you leant forward and pressed a kiss to his cheek, turning around immediately after and starting to clean his used glass. You cheeks were on fire and you could feel your blood rushing to your head.

Behind you Vander touched his hand to his cheek and stared at your back longingly while the kids downstairs planned a surprise for you as an apology.

[sashi-ya]

ma’am I need more seamstress f!reader x Trafalgar Law please, I am SCREAMING 😳🥵cjaisidj

Of course my sweetheart, you asked and I delivered 😈

NSFW ~ [Second Part] Trafalgar Law x F! Reader ~ Your Seamstress Hands

After some of you have requested a continuation for NSFW ~ Trafalgar Law x F! Reader ~ Your Seamstress Hands, here it is!

tw: Exhibitionism. Bondage. Spanking. Rough sex. Unprotected sex.

wc: 1.3K

“Ah… (Name)-ya” “Y-es, captain?” “Oh… sorry. I was daydreaming…”

You bite your lips, he was… “daydreaming”?. You wonder about what he was dreaming of, and you could only wish it were for you. The measures, as always the same, have been already taken and now you just need to pin in place the fabric to see how it would look on him. On your perfect, tanned, sexy, mannequin.

“(Name)-ya… Actually, I need a pair of new trousers too. Orange ones to be specific. “Orange pants?” you ask, brows meeting in the middle of your face. “Fancy choice of colours, captain”.

“What do you mean?, you don’t think they would look good with my skin?” he asks, a little maybe annoyed, and visibly blushed.

You chuckle, and that chuckle leads you to prick him with a pin.

“Auch!” he whines, the sharp point of the pin barely grazing the skin over the hipbone. “S-sorry, captain” you quickly utter, mortified. “It hurts, you know?” he says, looking at you with a special shimmer on his grey eyes.

You instantly take your hands to the small patch of flesh that’s been punctured, and softly stroke all over it. “Still hurts…” he says, unbuttoning his jeans. You gasp. What is this man pretending to do?.

“Uh… captain?” you ask, looking at him from head to toes, desperately and sure that if he did that the proximity of your lips with his skin would probably lead you to plant a kiss over it.

“What? I told you I needed a new pair of pants. I’m taking this off for you to measure it” he says, acting normal, yet with a little trembling in his voice. At this point you avoid saying you don’t need to measure him; you know his size perfectly. His hips, 80,45cm. His thighs, 49,26cm. His long legs, 111cm.

You turn around to grab the measuring tape once again, hoping to find the image of a still captain waiting professionally to be measured. But you don’t. Turning around, you see him completely naked. Law is scratching the left side of his neck with his right arm crossing his chest. From up to down, your captain shows his manhood, the embodiment of anatomical perfection.

You gawk. Your mouth remains open, your eyes widen, you can’t even breathe right now. His sex, rests in between his legs, a length you wouldn’t mind measuring, a hardness you wouldn’t mind trying.

“C-captain?” you ask, such a sudden exhibitionism outburst leave you startled.

“I want you to measure everything, (Name)-ya. I want your seamstress hands all over me”

You blink twice, pondering the possibility of pinching your skin to wake you up. “This ain't nothing but a dream” you think. But it isn’t. Law is right there; naked, hard, dripping, agitated and needy for you.

“You… want me to… measure you?” you ask, trembling lips and feeling a warm sensation invade your lower belly. “Yes, come closer, (Name)-ya. Measure my hip bones, please” he moans, apparently being all naked in front of you is making him extremely aroused.

You walk towards him, pulled by an invisible force of lust and desire. You stand right in front of him, him standing over a little pallet, your face a few centimetres away from his dick. The measuring tape crosses his pelvis, from a side to the other, the back of your palm grazing the wet tip of his sex. You know this has no use for your work, but… who would say no to him?

“39cm, captain” you inform, enjoying the warmth of his steamy skin kiss your cheek.

“A-are you sure? Look closely” he breathes, inked fingers playing on the back of the crown of your head to pull you closer. He does it with absolute delicacy, but with clear intentions for your lips to meet with his flesh.

And there you go, placing a soft peck right where the V of his abs form, inhaling the scent of his arousal. Your stomach feels full of butterflies that fly towards your core and make your legs close tight. You need pressure on pressure, and you also need relief.

You dare to kiss, but also to lick. The tip of your tongue taste his skin, perfectly shaved, a hint of clean soap and perfume invades your nostrils. Your hand let the measuring tape fall to the side, and your nails carve on his thighs. His warm sex grows harder next to your cheek, and you want to devour him. Fully.

Law moans, he sighs and breathes harder. His belly spasms once again, he melts in desire. His hand rests on your nape, as his fingers go through your hair. Fingers that finally clench and tightly grip around your locks. “(Name)-ya… I can’t stop myself any longer, you know? This game is making me weak, and I wanna fuck you right over that table”

You smirk, looking up at him. “Fuck me, captain”

Eyes on fire, Law is ready to destroy your insides. He pushes you back to the table where you create his coverings and pushes everything off to the ground. You spread your legs as you sit over it to let him come closer, but Law has definitely other plans for you…

He turns you around, stomach over the wooden material of your workspace. “Ass up, arms on your back and don’t move” he commands. You, of course, obey. You want to measure his length, but not exactly with a tape.

A few seconds after, you feel the plasticky feeling of your measuring tape being tied around your wrists. “You know how many times I’ve wanted to use this thing to tie you?” he asks in your ear. Low voice, so sexy and inviting that makes you shiver in need.

Law smirks, and with a “heh” he pulls from your jeans to leave you naked from the waist under. “Look at this perfect ass… I think I wanna use something else from your tools… let me see… where is it? ah! Bingo!” he utters, while your legs become weak as his fingers play with your pooling wetness.

“C-captain? what are you looking f-” you ask, but words cut short as you feel the first spank over your glute. The stingy feeling of the wooden ruler you use for tailoring ends up leaving red marks all over your skin. “You like this, (Name)-ya?” he asks, grazing your skin up and down as he randomly plans to spank you again.

Drool comes from your mouth as his now free hand presses your head to the table. “I do, captain” you moan. And then, another hit. And you whine, loudly.

“Shh… (Name)-ya!” he laughs, throwing the ruler to the side and coming into your legs. “You wanna measure my dick, (Name)-ya?” he asks, now grazing your entrance with his dripping dick. “Y-yes, captain… please”.

“Very well”

He pushes himself inside you and grips his hands on the perfect knot of tape that holds your wrists together. You feel your walls get stretched, the little curve of his sex grazing your most sensitive part.

But he is not satisfied with violent thrusts, he wants your big breasts on his hands. Law pulls your head back from your hair, incurving your back. First his tattooed fingers squeeze your neck, then they rip open your shirt with buttons flying everywhere.

“Ah… every time you measured my chest these big bitches were grazing me. You know how many times I wanted to bury my face on them, huh?” he moans, and as he does he never stops the in and out motion of his dick in you. He crushes them with his soft surgeon's hands, he pinches your nipples. Law has even the ability of biting the shell of your ear.

And you, reduced to a moaning creature that only screams “yes, captain” -just like he always wanted- soon reach for the most explosive climax in your whole life.

“That’s right, cum all around the base of my dick” he grunts, as you clench around his dick and milk him.

“Now, take it all inside, baby”

“Yes, Captain”

[echoalyssa]

Through His Window | Marcus Baker

Authors Note: Marcus is 18 in this and will be for every time that I write for him! Plus look at the boy, as if he’s 15 😒 I love this boy with all my heart, and could not write about anyone younger than 18 ever. Oral sex! Female receiving.

Y’all get yourself a man (or a woman) like this. I never KNEW until i experienced it. Don’t settle for less!

It’s late at night when you scurry across the street and into the Bakers’ yard. Normally it was your boyfriend climbing through your window, but today, or rather tonight, you decided that you wanted to switch it up.

You reach for the lowest branch of the tree below Marcus’ window, hauling yourself up and wedging your foot into the crevice before reaching for the next branch.

Its really not the most comfortable, stray leaves and twigs hit you in the face and if you weren't wearing leggings you'd certainly have some very scratched up legs.

Thank god it wasn’t a fern tree, that would be utter hell. How Marcus climbed up so gracefully was beyond you.

You finally reach his windowsill and with a might haul, you manage to pull yourself up. You wiggle so that a butt cheek and a thigh rests on the ledge, your other leg still on the tree branch and then you push the window up.

Luckily he hasn’t locked it, otherwise this whole thing would be ruined. Plus, stairs were boring.

You focus more on climbing into the room safely than looking for him. And when you’re seated on the floor, gasping slightly because it sure was a workout, you look up.

Marcus is standing by his dresser just staring at you, looking downright shocked. He blinks, his jaw opening and closing like a fish. His eyebrows rise and then fall again.

“Hey baby!” You say with a giggle.

He blinks another confused blink and then his face lights up. Your boyfriend crosses the room to you and then hauls you up so he can kiss you.

You melt into him, the ever so present fact that the two of you fit together like puzzle pieces looming over you.

“What are you doing here?” He asks with a chuckle of disbelief after he’s pulled away.

You stroke your jaw and grab your crotch, like teenage boys did for their instagram pics. “I’m Marcus Baker. I crawl through windows at night.”

He eyes you, and then simultaneously the two of you break into laughter.

Your fingers find the hem of his tshirt and you tug lightly, before backing away from him to slide off your shirt (one of his old ones, though it unfortunately didn’t smell like him) leaving you in those black nike running shorts that you loved.

He obliges, not because he enjoys being shirtless but because he likes you in his clothes. Or nothing at all. He wasn’t picky.

You slip it over your head and then dart for his bed, you fling yourself onto the mattress and your body bounces back up after impact.

He darts after you, jumping on top of you and pinning you to the mattress. His fingers go to your sides and he begins to tickle you, knowing all the right places.

You squirm, all giggly and thrashing. You can feel the lack of air and you smack at his shoulders playfully, trying to escape his wrath.

He pulls back, knowing you need to breathe. “Give me one good reason as to why I should stop.”

You gasp, and gasp again, sucking that precious air back into your lungs. “I-I-“ You suck in more air, a stray giggle following. “I’m horny!”

At that his eyebrows raise and he peers down at you. “Horny eh?”

You nod curtly and then for extra effect add a little army salute.

“I’ve got a spectacular solution for that problem then miss. Will you allow me to assist you?”

“Yessir!”

He rolls over to the right of his bed so that he’s no longer on top of you and then pats the space between the sides of his head.

You give him a blank look.

“Ride my face babe!”

You feel your eyes blow out wide. Oh. OH. “Isn’t that dangerous? What if you can’t breathe?”

“Death by thick thighs, I would not complain!”

“No death Mar!” You exclaim.

He pats the mattress again. “Bless me with the glorious juices of your body.”

This kid. This kid would be the end of you.

Reluctantly you tug the shorts off, and because of the built in underwear you didn’t need to wear underwear. You straddle his chest first and look down at him.

“Are you sure?”

You knew he loved eating you out, loved cleaning you up and he loved giving. But you’d never sat ON his face before.

Slowly you scoot up, seeing his face disappear between your thighs. Though you hover over his face, reluctant to put too much weight on him.

His arms wrap around your thighs from the back, his palms resting on your hips, and then abruptly he pulls you down onto him.

His lips land on your clit and you gasp, trying to rocket back up but he holds you there, his grip firm but not tight.

He drags his tongue through your lips and you whimper. It’s always so good when he does this, but the fact that you’re on his face is ridiculously enticing even if you’re still worried. His tongue then flicks upward and- he catches your clit and your hand shoots downwards, wrapping in his hair.

“Oh god-“

He groans from underneath you and you know it’s because he loves the way you taste. The vibration of the groan rockets through you and your legs shake.

His tongue picks a steady rhythm on your clit and you find your hips rolling forward ever so slightly.

“Is that o-okay?” You gasp out, worried you’ll hurt him.

He lets out a ragged moan in response and tugs you further into him.

Something about this angle, about this position, it was stirring a fire in your belly already. If only there was a mirror, if you ever did this again (and you had a feeling you would) you’d definitely be adding a mirror to the equation.

Your body is succumbing to him, you fall forward, grabbing the headboard for support, fisting his hair.

His tongue stays steady and when he needs a slight break for air he’ll pull you off just slightly before tugging you back onto his face.

Your eyes are glued to his face between your thighs, the source of all the pleasure coursing through your body. At the way just his eyes and forehead are visible below you. His gaze flickers to you occasionally, watching your reactions every time he changes the angle and alters the pressure.

He drags his tongue down to your opening, plays with you there for a bit and then returns full force to your clit.

It’s enough to make you keen out his name.

“M-mar-marcus b-babe p-please” You beg.

The sound of your voice, racked with your impending orgasm and the taste of you does him in and his tongue speeds up, his lips curl around your clit, he sucks on it, like a cherry.

“Oh I-“

Your legs are shaking and you knew that if you wanted to pull off of him you wouldn’t be able to. You hoped he was doing okay on oxygen down there.

It hits you like a truck. Like the first time you vape but have no idea what it’s like. But harder. Your entire body seizes up and then… heaven. Euphoric bliss.

You release onto his face, into his mouth and he laps it all up, urging you through your orgasm and then further. He’s obsessed. His arms keep you pressed onto him.

Your hips jerk, reaching over sensitivity but he doesn’t stop. Instead Marcus keeps going, showing your body how it’s down. What a real orgasm is. You’re seizing above him and the pleasure just won’t stop.

Eventually his pace slows and he slowly pulls off. He helps you lay down next to him, where your entire body is shaking, especially your legs. Who knew post orgasm shakes were really a thing?

He grins at you, mouth and chin glistening with your liquids and then as you watch him, he uses a finger to collect and literally cleans himself.

It’s about one of the sexiest things ever and you don’t think you’ll ever recover from this. Not that that would be such a bad thing.

[lyranova]

Hi, I really like your blog and was wondering if you could please write an angst with fluffy ending oneshot! Pairing: Yuno x reader. Idea: they're childhood friends and grew up together. The reader is a very powerful yet lazy Black Bull. One day, Yuno snaps and say hurtful things to the reader, because they "do nothing for anyone or anything", "are wasting their potential", etc. Reader is actually Iron deficient (anemic), and he never found out. Sorry if it's confusing!! 💕

Hiya anon! I’m so sorry these are taking a bit 😅, but I hope you enjoy this! I kinda know what anemia is since I suffered from it when I was a kid but its been a while, also I tried to make Yuno harsh even though i kind of failed at it since I can’t see him getting *too* mad hah 😅. I hope you enjoy the fic 🥰!

Word Count: 720

Warnings: None

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Yuno walked determinedly towards the Black Bulls hideout, he was a man on a mission. Today, Asta had informed him that their childhood friend Y/N had been sleeping through all the mission briefings and had only gone on one or two missions since she had joined the squad. This would not do, not one bit.

He didn’t even bother knocking on the door before just walking inside the base. He looked around, it didn’t seem like any of the Black Bulls were here, otherwise they probably would have shouted and tried to attack him by now. He shook his head and began walking down the hall to where Y/N’a room was. He remembered the directions as she was so excited about having her own room that she just had to show him, he smiled fondly at the memory before turning serious as he stood in front of her door.

Yuno knocked on it firmly, awaiting Y/N’s response. When she muttered ‘come in’ he walked in and saw her lying in bed.

“ Yuno? What’re you doing here?” Y/N asked as she sat up and looked at her dark haired friend, she knew something was up since he had his serious scowl on his face.

“ Asta told me you haven’t been going on missions lately, instead you’ve been sleeping or just lying around the Hideout.” Yuno said as he walked over to her and stood next to the bed. Y/N sat up a little straighter and looked down at her comforter.

“ Oh.” She muttered, she could feel her friends scolding eyes staring down at her.

“ ‘Oh’? That’s all you have to say? You’re a Magic Knight, and a strong one at that, but instead of going out there and proving yourself, you’re lying in bed wasting your potential.” She visibly winced at Yuno’s harsh words.

“ It’s not like I choose to be this way, if I could go out with the others and go on missions I would but I can’t.” Y/N argued as she looked up at her friend, finally meeting his gaze. Yuno crossed his arms and raised a disbelieving brow.

“ Really? Then why can’t you?” He asked, his tone slightly more curious than harsh. Y/N let out a soft sigh before looking away.

“ I suffer from a condition called Anemia, it means I have lower than normal Iron and that causes me to be more lethargic and have less energy. I wasn’t diagnosed with it until I came to the Capital and Dr. Owen saw me.” Y/N said sheepishly, Yuno blinked in surprise, his arms falling at his sides.

“ Anemia?” He muttered softly, his voice now full of regret. “ Why didn’t you tell me? Or Asta?” He sat down on the bed next to her.

“ Because I didn’t want to worry you, either of you, you’re both so busy these days trying to become the Wizard King that I figured that I would just be a burden or I would get in the way. So I kept it to myself.” Y/N explained sheepishly, she had always felt like she bothered him and Asta when they were children because, even though she was powerful, she didn’t have the energy or stamina like they did.

“ Y/N, you’re not a burden and you never will be. This isn’t your fault. If you had just told us then I would have tried to do whatever I could to help you get better.” Yuno told her as he blushed a bit and rubbed the back of his head. “ You’re one of my best friends and I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

“ I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have kept this from you, if something like this ever happens again I’ll make sure you’re the first person I tell.” Y/N said with a small smile. “ I promise!” She added with a giggle as she held out her pinky towards him, Yuno looked from her pinky to her face and back again before he smiled slightly and hooked his finger around hers.

The next morning, Yuno dropped off some herbs and supplements that Owen suggested Y/N to take to help with her Anemia. He did that every day until she got better, and even continued dropping by the Hideout even after she had recovered.

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Thank you all for reading and I hope you all have a good day 🥰!

[ladywaifuuwrites]

Pillars reacting to their crush who’s small but strong

Request: male pillars reacting to a really strong female pillar whos like super short like 4′10-5′ and they crush on them.

Pairings: Male pillars x fem! reader

Synopsis: Their crush is a strong smol pillar ^_^

Warnings: manga spoiler

a/n: I smiled at your request since I’m small too. Like I’m 5′0. And I’m kinda scared to do face to face classes since the boys at my school will tease me for not getting taller. Hmph. SO HERE YA GO. You’re the first request! Have a nice day whoever u are!

And I am so sorry this is so long! ASJDAOFHHASK. I got carried away in some of those storylines. I hope this makes sense (wrote this when I was hungry).

This would be a headcanon I assume. 

I’m sorry if It’s taking me long to answer requests but don’t worry I’ll write those! I’ll probably upload rules for future requests :)

Giyuu Tomioka

yo this guy is tall not kidding

Giyuu is head over heels for you. He’ll want to protect you since you’re the most precious things he’s ever laid eyes on

Sparkles in his eyes whenever he sees you✨

He doesn’t want to lose you so he’s butting in on all of your missions. You get annoyed and you think he’s looking down on you.

You two get into a fight and doesn’t fix it since Giyuu’s communication is bad. It ends up in you walking away.

Nighttime and demons are lurking around in the forest as you take a stroll to clear your mind. Then a demon launches on you but thanks to your quick reflexes you dodge.

It’s a strong demon, close enough to become one of the lower moons. But nothing you can’t handle.

Giyuu senses a demon nearby and he frantically searches for you. *sim dads reaction when the mother goes into labor lmaooooo*

Lights fill up an area of the forest from the techniques you use. In like 2 strikes the demon dies.

He finally finds you as the demon’s ashes blow away. Your hair is dramatically blowing too.

He’s just staring at you then hugs you “I’m sorry. I’m not underestimating you…I just want to protect you.”  

Then all good. He’s amazed by how strong you are despite you’re short stature. You’re going to missions together and sometimes he just watches you finish off the demon. Just happy to see that satisfied smile you have when you kill a demon.

Muichiro Tokito

When he first met you at the pillar meeting, he muttered his thoughts, wondering how could someone be that small? You’re in the same age but you’re small.

Shinobu heard him since she was beside him and said “that’s rude to ask someone”. She’s lowkey offended.

Tengen retorts to Muichiro. “You’re small too…??”

Since it’s rude, he kept his mouth shut. You’re the same age as him when you entered the corps. He thinks you’ll grow up anyway. 

Surprise surprise you grew up, 2 inches. But still small. 

He gets nervous a bit around you since puberty did you good. Won’t admit it though.

Cue swordsmith village arc

He’s having trouble dealing with Gyokko. (I hate his face. It’s weird and ugly.)

Then minutes later, you show up out of nowhere, giving great damage to the demon.

“Are you okay?” you ask him with concern and you two fight off the fish demon.

He’s in awe because you actually took over the fight. Sure you have injuries but those are minor compared to his and you were very careful.

He’s injured so he couldn’t do much but you saved him and the civilians by defeating the demon. That’s when he realized how amazing you are and you earn his respect. 

Days pass by and you two along with the other demon slayers are commended by Oyakata-sama.

He thanks you when the both of you are walking together. He’s very grateful for what you did and you two become closer afterwards.

“Ah young love.” Mitsuri sighs blissfully as she watches you two leave the headquarters.

Kyojuro Rengoku 

Kyojuro knows you’re small and he knows you’re strong. You’re one of his trainees along with Mitsuri, so you’ve known each other for a long time now.

You rose to the ranks of the pillars with Kyojuro’s guidance. And now you’re looked up to by the whole organization because of your excellent swordsmanship despite your small figure. 

So you’re tasked to train 20 slayers ranked below Tsuchinoto. You take them to a clearing in the forest where training equipment are already placed. You train them by remembering what Kyojuro has taught you over the years. And you smile, seeing your past self in the struggling slayers.

You gave them a 10 minute break and after 10 minutes, you do a headcount to see if everyone is in your proximity. 

“18,19…?????” 

Oh no. A slayer is missing.

So you set off to find the missing one and there you found him. 

Hanging upside down from the arms of a large demon. The boy is muttering apologies for straying faraway and is begging for you to save him upon seeing you. 

You are annoyed at the fact that he has disobeyed your orders and is now at the hands of danger. But this was no time to be blaming someone for a boy’s life is at stake here. 

You jump into the air and you take down the demon pretty easily with one strike of your sword. And you catch the falling boy bridal style with your annoyed face. 

You put the boy down but suddenly a demon comes attacking you both. You kill it but more of it comes at you. They are easy to take down but it keeps coming, making you tired if you have to do this all night. It just won’t stop multiplying.

You think you’ve killed almost all of it but then the slayer screams “(L/N)-SAN!!!!!”. A monstrous looking demon bares its claws at you, but before you could react a flash of flames appears right in front of your eyes. 

“Kyojuro…” You whisper in relief as he slays the final demon. The bright flames sparkle in your eyes as you’re once again amazed at the man.

Kyojuro looks at you and comes over. “You’re so amazing.” You manage to say. 

He smiles and says. “No. You’re the amazing one.”. You always manage to face whatever challenge and it always ends up in you winning. Kyojuro knows how hard you proved others wrong by becoming a strong pillar. 

Super proud of you cause you’re strong. He actually watched you battle those before jumping in to save you.

Sanemi Shinazugawa

He doesn’t really care if you’re short or tall

The important things is that you’re useful to the organization

When someone teases you about your height, you end up feeling down and he’s there to beat that someone’s ass.

He doesn’t like to admit it but he’s a softie when it comes to you. You eventually break down his walls and now you can say you’re friends with the scary wind pillar.

You always tease him though and he’s always annoyed. But everyone thinks you’re both dumb since it’s very clear that you two like each other but you still deny it.

There’s this time where Sanemi is visibly struggling fighting demons as you watch him peacefully on a rooftop. He’s glaring at you and asks you “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”.

You just smile at him sweetly😊

Sanemi pretends his heart didn’t do a flip. But his heart stopped when he saw a demon behind you on the rooftop.

He was about to call your name when another blink and the demon’s head was cut off.

He was surprised since it all happened so fast. You go down to the ground, landing safely as you battle demons that the frozen Sanemi left.

It just took you 10 seconds to eliminate those demons and Sanemi’s mouth is left agape as he watched you.

You weren’t normally like this. So why the sudden surge of power?

“Sanemi hun. Close your mouth.” You say to him with a blank face, but before you could go past him, he gripped your wrist tightly and placed your small body in front of him.

He dragged you so easily lol.

He hugged you with your faced buried on his chest.

It was the comforting kind of silence. Sanemi was scared losing you to that demon but deep inside he knows that you’re strong.

Won’t admit that your moves are amazing.

Gyomei Himejima

This man is the strongest in the demon slayer corps and the tallest

Lmaoooo you would be like a mushroom beside him💀🍄

Gyomei actually gets out of tricky situations easily because he’s that strong

You’re a fairly new pillar who earned her spot 3 months ago. You two were assigned on a mission together. A gigantic demon appeared throughout the village that was between the regions you and the stone pillar were assigned in.

Gyomei knows your capabilities so he trusts you in doing a good job, but he can’t help but worry about you.

He doesn’t care if you’re small, he thinks that height isn’t the basis for an excellent demon slayer. But he’s still worried, so he looks for you. I don’t know how he looks but he looks.

Then he sees you fighting off demons very easily. A determined look is seen across your face. Gyomei feels he’s tearing up because he’s so proud of you. Proud boyfriend here somethin.

You were just a weak mizunoto years ago and now you’re a strong pillar who can fight with him side by side.

When you finish off the demons, you look to see Gyomei smiling at you. This were the fruits of the harsh trainings you went through, it made an excellent swordswoman.

Among the pillars, you stand beside Gyomei in rankings. So you’re powerful like wow. O_O

Obanai Iguro

He’s small but have you seen him fight? He’s a demon slayer with remarkable speed and you won’t know he’s attacking you because his moves slithers secretly like a snake.

You’ve always admired Obanai even you’re now both pillars. And that admiration bloomed into something more.  

He’s a strong pillar despite his small stature and that’s what you aim for to be like.

You’re trying to show off your moves to him every time you’re in battle together, to show him what you can do. To which he’s just “meh”.

So you give up on trying to show off and just do it for the sake of the people you’re saving.

You really gave up on showing off, but you can’t help it cause your breathing forms are flashy. Obanai doesn’t show it but he loves that display of power you have when you’re fighting.

Poor man doesn’t realize he’s in love with you even though others point it out.

He’s having trouble dividing his attention on protecting the civilians or fighting the demons. Luckily you were near the area so you came to his aid.

You slay the demons with your sharp and precise movements in just a short amount of time.

He’s like 😲 but when you turn he’s back to 😐😷

He’s one of the guys who won’t admit that you’re amazing and won’t admit that he likes you. You force him to confess though.

Tengen Uzui

If Obanai doesn’t admit he likes you, this guy would shout that he likes you

Would openly flirt with you because why not? There’s nothing to be shy about.

Always takes the chance to compliment and flirt with you.

“You’re cute (y/n)” “Thanks” Tengen finds your height cute because the height difference is HUGE.

Another mushroom like moment💀🍄

He knows you’re strong so he likes to train with you. Always ends up letting you win because he just likes it when he’s pinned down by your smaller figure.

When a demon invasion came in your area,, you fight them off while Tengen is called for backup.

He slays the lesser demons easily and found you fighting a stronger demon while protecting some children behind your back.

He smirks and leans against a tree, arms folded while watching you fight off the demon. 

You did it so easily making Tengen’s eyebrows rise.

Then you see him and ask him “what are you doing?”.

“watching you.” He finds you hot and sexy when you have that focused look in the middle of a battle. He won’t say it out loud because you might smack him in the face.

Super amazed at the fact that you’re stronger than the other pillars despite your small figure.(he thinks you’re stronger than him but dismisses that because pshhhhhh).

Will throw you over his shoulder at random times. Thinking that his antics will make you fall in love with him.

And it did…

[sapphicmsmarvel]

JJ: Mad At God

song: Mad At God by Sarah Saint James

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This is personal because I've never felt that I belonged in my extended family because of religion and standards I was held to. I am not talking bad about people who believe in God, I’m simply stating what I experienced within a religious extended family. 

What I am talking bad about: judgmental people. 

If you’re worried about being offended, don’t read. 

It was a series of religious crimes in Alabama, so you were having to talk to priests every time you had to interview someone. 

Some were nice, others judged you for your very obvious “not christian or catholic” vibes. You had visible tattoos, swore like a sailor and didn’t beat around the bush. 

You also had a wedding ring on your finger that a woman gave you. 

So you were a bit closed off to them. Nice, but wary. 

It was fine until a cop walked up to where you were looking through case files. 

“So why do you avoid all the priests you talk to here?” “Why do you annoy all the agents?” You said without checking yourself. 

But he laughed, “what does your husband do with that sassy mouth?” 

“My wife doesn’t have jurisdiction over what I say.” Was all you said, giving him a frosty look. 

“Your wife?” He asked. “You have a wife?” 

JJ must’ve sensed your irritation from across the room, cause she walked over. “Hey, what’s going on?”

“L/N says she's got a wife.” He enunciated. “Is that a problem?” JJ said. 

The thing with JJ, she didn’t care if someone talked shit about her. It’s when they messed with her wife that she had a problem. 

He shrugged, “it’s just weird, being married to a woman.”

“Oh, so what? Are you sexist and gay? is that it?” JJ acted like a lightbulb popped above her head. 

“What? No!” He shouted. “I am not a homosexual!” 

“But you said it was weird being married to a woman, so we assumed….” JJ looked at you and you nodded innocently. 

“Unless they’re non-binary? Maybe?” JJ supplied. 

“Maybe this cop is pansexual!” You said as if you’ve cracked the code. 

“I’m sorry but this isn’t your business.” He said, his tomato shaped face turning red. 

“But you wanted to know so much about my relationship, I thought you’d want the same treatment.” You hissed. 

Before he could say anything, Hotch called everyone for a conference on the case. The entire time, the cop gave you and JJ dirty looks. Hotch of course, noticed. 

He pulled you and JJ aside, after explaining the situation he said he’d handle it. 

Later that day you saw Hotch drilling into the cop. You couldn’t make out what he was saying but you knew the cop was staring you down. You and JJ were eating chinese food over case files. You were just trying to be a normal married couple that wasn’t investigating murders. 

The cop never made a side eye or comment again on the entire case. 

That didn’t stop priests from looking at you weird. You avoided conversing with the priests as much as possible. 

Morgan felt the same way as you. You stuck by him while everyone else dealt with them. 

“You know, it’s not their fault what you two went through.” Rossi said, stepping up to you both as you leaned against the SUV waiting for everyone to be done. 

“Don’t speak on something you don't understand.” You said, kind, but icy. 

“You’re right, I can never understand what the two of you went through. I don’t even know your story, Y/N.” He set a fatherly hand on your shoulder. “But I do know that people are dying.” “I will still take a bullet for them if necessary.” You hissed, insulted. “I know how to do my job. I know damn well how to protect people. You are overstepping and while you may be my superior, my boundaries come first.” 

And with that you walked away and into the chapel. Anything to get away from his gaze. It was a Christian chapel. 

Luckily, the main room was empty, you put your hands on a pew and leaned against it. You sighed. You never felt like you belonged in a church. The scrutiny, living a life for someone else, for a being you weren’t even sure existed. You could feel eyes on you.

“Agent L/N.” You jumped at the sudden male voice. 

You turned to see Father Joseph. “Father.” You greeted. 

“What’s going on?”

“I’m not Christian, Father, you do not need to comfort me as if I am.” Your voice was void of emotion. 

“What are you then?”

“Tired.” 

He laughed, “aren’t we all?” He leaned next to you on the pew. “What’s your religion Y/N?”

“If I said witchcraft, would you burn me at the stake?” 

“All are welcome here.” He said simply as if there was no other way. 

You realized you were being harsh with him. It wasn’t his fault for what you dealt with back home. Regret curdled in your belly like sour milk. “I’m sorry.”

“What for?” 

“Am I allowed to swear?” While you may not have the same views, he had earned your respect by treating you as if you were equals. “You may do whatever.” He shrugged. 

“I’m sorry for being a sarcastic bitch.” 

He smiled. “You were only protecting yourself.”

You ‘hmphed’ in agreement. 

“When was the last time you were in a church Agent Y/N?” “My grandparents' funeral when I was nineteen.” 

“So last year?” He nudged your shoulder. 

You snorted. “Flattering. It was thirteen years ago.” 

“How’d you feel?” “Like a fake.” You said quietly. 

“Why?” 

“Because I was a gay woman who believed in witchcraft and things that are considered demonic. I didn’t know any of the hymns, the gestures to do, I couldn’t even tell you the basic lines you say in church.” You said fiddling with your rings. 

“You are not a fake just because you are gay or believe in spooky things. You were there to grieve loved ones. God does not judge that.” 

“Some of his followers do.” “While I cannot speak for them, I can say that any members of the LGBTQ+ community are welcome in my church and are a part of my community.” 

“I gathered that. You were the first priest to look me in the eyes this whole case.” 

He nodded solemnly, “and for that, I am sorry.” 

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When you got back to the precinct, you apologized to Rossi, who of course, was understanding. 

You were going over case files, when you felt arms wrap around your waist. Based on the scent of roses and peonies, you knew it was your beloved. You sighed and rested against her, your eyes shutting as your head found it’s rightful place in the crook of her neck. 

“What’s up?” You said, “we’re gonna get stares.” “I don’t give a fuck. Nobody’s comfort comes before my wifes.” She said, her arms gripped you tighter. 

You sighed, “I love you so fucking much.” 

“And I love you.” She kissed the side of your head. 

You took advantage of the empty room and turned in her arms. Your arms went around her neck and hers held your hips. Your foreheads rested against each other. 

“Rossi told you?” 

“He gave me the oh so subtle hint of ‘go check on your wife’.” 

You hummed. “I don’t think you want to take marriage advice from Rossi.” “Hey. I’ve been married twice.” 

“And you’ll never need to be married again if I have something to say about it. Unless you want to renew our vows when we have more kids.” She pulled back and you whined at the loss of contact. She gave you a smile that told you that she was about to say hell no to something. 

“I am not carrying another baby.”

“Who said you were carrying our future child?” She looked surprised, a soft smile gracing her features, “you wanna carry our baby?” 

“Or babies.” You said, “I’ve always wanted a big family. I love Henry and Michael as if they’re my own-”

“They are your own.”

You held your finger up, “I do not want to discredit Will. Now, listen.” You rested your finger over her lips and she rolled her eyes lovingly. 

“I want more kids. Adopting, fostering, artificial insemination, anything. I want to carry a child.” 

She nipped at your fingertip. “I would be honored to have more kids with you.’ You grinned, looking at her in a way that had her knees weakening and toes curling. “Yay.” you said softly as you clutched her cheeks and pulled her into a kiss. 

You were very mad at God, but if God is there, he led you to her.

[writingbywatson]

Genshin Boys When You Forget To Say I Love You (Kaeya, Diluc and Childe)

A/N: So I saw this tiktok challenge but I changed it up a bit because I think intentionally not saying I love you was mean, anyway, here reader just forgets. I only did 3 because my peanut brain can't write a lot)

Part 2 (Albedo, Xiao and Zhongli)

Kaeya

“Alright Kaeya, I’ll be going, bye!” open the door closing Kaeya would raise his head because you forget to say I love you

He would sit there for a bit wondering if you were playing a prank on him when you don’t come back to tell him you were just pranking him he realizes that it was real

Kaeya is a smart man, he knows that you weren’t cheating on him, you probably just forgot since you were busy as well but at the back of his mind he kept on wondering what if you found someone new?

My man is gonna make sure he has eyes on you (wtf am i right?) by asking favors from his ‘friends’ to keep an eye on you and would probably exhaust his resource just to make sure that you weren’t meeting someone new

He knew it was stupid, he knew you weren’t going to lie to him and knowing you if you wanted to end things, it was going to come from you

Visible becomes stress and would frequent Angel’s Shares more (someone save Diluc)

“Isn’t that word that you two say a lot? They probably just forgot and thought they already said it,” - Diluc as his taking away his brother’s 5th… 7th?? 10th bottle for the evening.

Kaeya is going to rant but it’s inaudible to his red-haired brother because it was either fast mumbling or just complete gibberish

When he heard that you were returning, his going to fix himself, like legitimately erase all trace of him being a sad drunk

Would be dashing as ever when you lay your eyes on him as he welcomes you back to Monstad

“Kaeya!” you’ll call out when your just a few feet away from him, you would jump into his arms

With that action alone, you could hear him exhale, you of course would have no idea that, that exhale would mean that everything is okay

“I forgot to tell you I love you before I left last time,” you would announce while you two were walking hand-in-hand

“Oh did you?” Kaeya would ask

“Yeah sorry about that”

“It’s fine” - Kaeya, it's totally fine not like he was a mess when you left and didn’t say i love you to him. He's fine.

Diluc

You decided to sleep over his house because you two won’t be seeing each other for a while

The next morning, you were getting ready and his watching you-admiring you because wow was he lucky to have such a beautiful s/o

Elzer suddenly had to call him due to wine business stuff

“Diluc I’ll be going! See ya!” you’ll call out to him and it was normal for him not to say anything back

After 30 seconds he would realize something, “did they just?” - Diluc as soon as he realized that you didn’t told him I love you

A part of him told him that it was okay, that they were probably excited and it slipped past their mind

But not long after that his mind showed him the picture of his father and his running to catch up with you (oh boi he running)

It didn’t take long before he did because boi his legs are long-long

He would grab your arm and spun you around to face him

“Diluc! Hi!” you’ll greet him with a smile, “did I forget something?”

He’ll end up hugging you tightly

You’ll end up freezing in your spot because Diluc was never this touchy before much less initiate affection

When you put your hands behind his back and start rubbing it, he’ll end up squeezing you tighter

“I-I can’t b-b-rea-”

“-I love you.”

You were surprised, actually that was an understatement because much like everything else this was something out of character with Diluc

“I love you too” - you

“Come back home in one piece”

“I will”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Childe

Oh boiiii

You would often wonder if the child in Childe meant childish

Don’t get him wrong he has his moments but oh boyyyy, relationship with Childe feels like you're both in the puppy love stage

You were an adventurer and you were about to head out

You pass by the northland bank to bid farewell to your boyfriend because he told you that despite him being busy, he would like to know where you are and what to expect

If he can join you he would

Anyway…

His talking to his subordinates about something when you entered the bank and his face lit up like the sun

Would literally part the group in front of him in half just so he can come to you

“I’ll be taking my leave” you announce

“Okay, do you have enough Mora? Do you need more?”

“No, I’ll be fine”

“Okay, be careful out there!”

“Okay, see ya.”

You turn around and walked towards the door, you reach for the door’s handle when

“LORD TARTAGLIA” you would hear everyone scream behind you

You would turn around and see your boyfriend has fainted and his right hand is on his chest

You would run to his side and shake him

“AJAX WHAT’S WRONG?!” you would scream

“Y-you” he would say weakly

“YOU?” you would ask in a panic

“YOU DIDN’T SAY I LOVE YOU!”

You would facepalm yourself and smack him across the chest, you stood up and went to the door

“I love you,” you would say before leaving

When your outside you would hear Childe squealing

And you can’t help but to feel embarrassed.

[thebeautyoffanfics]

Idk if you already made this but Hanako, Kou and mitsuba jealous Hcs with their girlfriend that is quite popular among the students pls? thank u!!

hanako x f!reader, kou minamoto x f!reader, mitsuba sousuke x f!reader

a/n: sure thing!! No worries, I haven’t made it yet :D you’re so very welcome, and thank you so much for requesting!! I love jealousy headcanons tho I don’t think I’ve ever written them? I hope these turn out alright, and I’m so sorry for the time this took!

warnings: jealousy?

word count: 1,936

Hanako <3

Oh boy- can I do anything but wish you luck?

Hanako is already a fairly clingy and jealous guy, that’s practically canon. He’ll stand between you when you’re talking to anyone, and I mean aaaaanyone. He just can’t risk losing you!

(It’s got a whole lot to do with his insecurities, of course- while he wouldn’t admit it, not wanting to drop his “ah? I’m just an innocent little boy, free of issues and perverted thoughts <3” attitude, he does struggle a lot. He’s a ghost, a murderer, and imperfect in more ways than those. You’re popular for a reason. You’re so pretty, so kind, so lovable- you’re alive, and probably have morals. What are you doing with a dead murderer?)

Wow, ANYWAY- we’re here for jealousy, not Hanako’s issues, though they will probably resurface shortly.

Seeing everyone around you… always wanting your attention, always complimenting you…

You deserved it! He thought all of those positive things and more-! But… at this point, so many people admiring you, why were you still with him?

Even if you explain to him constantly that you love him dearly, and wouldn’t leave him for anyone else, he still gets somewhat possessive. Eventually putting the “but why does (Y/N) still love me,,” aside, he just wants others to keep their hands off you :((

It’s no fault of yours, and he acknowledges that! But it’s the fault of others getting so close to you >:((

Though they can’t see him, when people go up to you, talking joyfully- he’s standing there, arms wrapped around you, head on your shoulder as he glares daggers into their souls.

BRO IF SOMEONE FLIRTS WITH YOU OR TOUCHES YOU??

You’ve never seen him super angry, much less murderous. He doesn’t want you to see him that angry normally- but holy moley is he about ready to beat someone.

Yet, he’s still just a ghost- plus if he did something Teru would exorcise him, booooo. So, he settles for continuing to glare, standing between the two of you, hitting their arm if it’s resting on your shoulder. Once again, they’re completely unaware of it, but you aren’t!

“Hanako, you know I won’t leave you for them. They’re a classmate, I barely know them, really.”

“But they want to know you. And I don’t want them to know you… they’re gonna try and take you from me, (Y/N)!”

“I won’t let them take me, you big dummy. So, if you could please let go of me so I can get back to class?”

“No :((“

Not only does he cling to you, of course- though he hugs you bunches and squishes your face just because you’re cute- you can also expect a lot of kisses. Ranging from quick “hey, I’m here, and please don’t choose someone else over me”, “hey, my kisses are better than theirs!! Here’s proof!”, “you’re my girlfriend, not theirs, and if they keep treating you like you aren’t taking I’m going to stabby stabby (but I can’t stab cos Teru’s here, but I would if it wasn’t upsetting)”, etc, etc. It’s… almost strange how easy it is to understand what he means from the way he kisses you- but, I digress!

Overall, he gets jealous fairly easily, and gets very clingy when jealous. He’s not amazing with words, so he wants to show you that he loves you with actions!! However, those actions, more often than not, end up just being… clinging to you, and glaring at people who try to get too close to you.

(RIP Akane, Kou, and Nene for bearing witness to you walking around the school with a visibly angry Hanako. Though the worst the others get is the feeling that someone is staring at them, they get to witness his jealousy from off to the side.)

Kou Minamoto <3

He’s nearly completely opposite from Hanako, actually! He doesn’t get jealous very often, trusting you to actually tell him if something were wrong in the relationship. And, when he does get jealous, he does his best to not show it.

He’s not fond of being jealous. It makes him feel like he’s betraying you…? Like him being jealous is the same as him saying that he doesn’t trust you. But, similarly to Hanako, he trusts you. He just doesn’t trust others quite as much. Not with his very cute and very pretty and very sweet girlfriend :((

While it takes a lot to get him jealous, two things that really can make his temper cut short are (similarly to Hanako) when someone outright flirts or touches you. Especially if they touch you and the two of you aren’t at least friends-

If someone flirts, he’s going to casually slip into the conversation, if he wasn’t there already. A quick “hey, (Y/N)! Wait, sorry, I didn’t realize you were talking-“, then he’ll stand next to you, grabbing your hand lightly. One thing about Kou is, he does his best to be gentle all the time! Even when he’s jealous, he’d never ever hurt you intentionally-!!

If someone’s touching you, he’ll hop into the conversation as he does when someone flirts, adding a “I need your help with something, when you can.” This time, or any time really, if you’re uncomfortable you can use it as an excuse to get away!! Kou’s got your back!!!

If it’s been a day where people just constantly seem to be needing your attention, he’ll start to let his jealousy get to him a bit. It’s not even that some people like your attention- heck, he gets it! He likes having your attention as well. It’s more that… they constantly need your attention. Someone always needing something, even when he just wanted to have a conversation with you :((

In that case, he’ll be slightly clingy, and slightly pouty. Almost like a young child. His lips will be pouted slightly, eyes looking a bit lower to the ground than usual. His hand will be secured in yours, and your shoulder will be lightly pressed against his.

“Kouuu, tell me what’s wrong~,” You spoke, poking his cheek with your index finger. When he was like this, it was easy to tell he was embarrassed about whatever he was pouting over, and not upset over something too serious. It was the perfect time to mess with him.

His face would flush as it usually did- and he’d look away, pouting a bit harder as his eyebrows furrowed slightly. “It’s nothing, (Y/N), really.”

“You’re pouting. Come on, now, you really can tell me. I promise I won’t think of you any less!”

“…it’s just… well- well, seeing all those people around you all day, and I couldn’t really… even get to talk to you. You even had to leave early during lunch-! I’m not angry or anything- it’s dumb, it’s dumb, really-“

“Awwwwh, Kou! Don’t be jealous, sweetheart! It’s not dumb, I actually find it sweet. You know I’d choose you over any of those people. I’d much rather spend time with you than them, but it’s not exactly easy to say no… but, if it makes you feel bad, I’ll make sure they know that, at least, lunch is off-limits.”

“Y-you don’t have to, but… that’s up to you.” (AKA “I want you to, but I don’t want you to feel obligated to do something just for my sake.”)

Overall! Kou’s going to be a sweetheart, even when (not very often) jealous. He doesn’t want you to think he’s silly or not trusting of you when he does get jealous- so he does his best to hide it? Still, he fails, since he can’t help but want to be at least a little closer to you!! Plus the way he pouts- he’s easily read in most situations, and that type is no different.

Mitsuba Sousuke <3

Ahh, where to begin… I suppose the same way I’ve been beginning the other two-

Mitsuba is… a complicated jealous boy? He gets jealous rather easily- and… doesn’t admit it, but makes it painfully obvious. He thinks he isn’t being obvious, but it’s practically plain as daylight.

As he does all things, he masks his jealousy in insults at first! Making his way into whatever conversation or interaction your having, offering an ‘uninterested’ “what’re you doing?” After that, he criticizes every little thing the other person does- his levels of mercy depending on how much the person deserves it.

A quick question? Minimum amount of insults. Maybe one, two if they drag it out.

Just having a normal conversation? More than a short question, but not an excessive amount. If they drag it out too long, the insults go up.

Flirting? Lays the insults on THICK. Plus, after a moment, an annoyed and rather cocky sounding: “why haven’t you gotten lost already? Can’t you see I’m (Y/N)’s boyfriend? You idiot. Moron. Pervert. Who talks to a taken girl like that??”

Touches you? Doesn’t even happen. They reach for you, and he’s smacking their hand away. “Idiot. What right do you have to touch my girlfriend?? That’s invasive. Gross. You’re so weird, trying to put your sticky little hands on her.”

But! If it’s a situation he can’t interfere with, be it because he’s dead and the other person’s alive, or in which the people needing your attention goes on for too long- he enters Sulky Mitsuba Mode.

Don’t get me wrong, Sulky Mitsuba is still full of insults, just… sad. In those times, as a ghost, he can’t help but wonder if you’re content in the relationship. Look at you… popular with other students- other students who could leave the school, buy you things, and such. He was a cute ghost, but he was a ghost. He wasn’t even really Mitsuba- he wasn’t the classmate you once knew. How hard was it for you? Yet, you gave it your best to get to know him again-

Luckily, Mitsuba has the ability to tell himself “if (Y/N) did that much for me, she must at least care.” However, it won’t get rid of all his doubts- and he’ll still sulk once you finally catch up with him.

“Hey, Mitsuba! Sorry, I’ve been busy!”

“Mh? Have you? I’ve barely even noticed you were gone.”

Terrible acting skills, Mitsuba. He looks annoyed, his voice sounds uninterested, but… it’s still somehow easy to see through his little act. He’s jealous, and you’re bound to be aware of it.

Take a seat next to him, and he’ll scoot away. Be patient- when he’s jealous, it’s like approaching a stray cat. No sudden movements or you’ll scare him away!

“I’m sorry, Mitsuba. I know I’ve been caught up today, and I’m really sad that I haven’t seen you much until now. Did you have anything you wanted to do? I’m all yours now!”

“Tch, whatever. I don’t have anything I want to do, so just leave it be.”

Ah… do I even have to mention that he’s stubborn. Apologize a bit, he’ll dismissively forgive you, and go from there. Lighthearted conversation, asking him about his day, talking about yours- slowly move closer to him, and! Next thing you know, his heads on your shoulder as he rants about something that happened.

Overall, Mitsuba does get jealous rather easily! He’s stubborn as always, partnered with his insults constantly ready to be fired- it’s interesting when he gets jealous. He never outright admits that he trusts you, and doesn’t consider much more than “I’m feeling a bit jealous since this person keeps taking (Y/N)’s attention, but he’d never put the blame on you. Just… like I said, be patient, and don’t get too offended.

[itsapeterthing]

All of You || Bucky Barnes

pairing: bucky barnes x avenger!reader

request: “can you please write a bucky x fem!reader where the reader comforts bucky because he thinks of his arm as a weapon and is ashamed of it but she’s like ‘i love every single part of you’”

word count: 1.7k

warnings: bucky questioning his self worth, fearing hurting you

masterlist || request || taglist

Turning to your side, you noticed the empty space beside you- the sheets pushed towards the end of the bed and the indent in the pillow still visible. You reached out your hands, feeling the empty space where your boyfriend should have been and furrowed your eyebrows.

You carefully slipped the sheets off of your figure, swinging your legs over the side of the bed. When your feet met the cold, cement floor below you, you hissed at the feeling, but almost silently made your way out of your room.

Your feet padded down the hallway to the common room of the Compound, not wanting to wake anyone else up. When you made your way to the threshold of the room you could see the soft glow of the lamp on, highlighting Bucky’s features as he sat in an arm chair facing the window.

Before you could even step into the room, Bucky watched your reflection in the window and spoke, causing you to stay glued to your spot.

“Did I wake you?” He asked.

Leaning against the doorframe and watching his reflection in the window you smiled. “No, baby. Just woke up and you weren’t there.”

You watched as your boyfriend leaned his head on his hand, back still turned towards you as he sat in the chair. Rather than giving you an explanation for his absence he sighed.

“You should go back to bed, doll.” He said.

“Come with me?” You asked, reaching out your hand for him, but rather than him standing up from his seat he shook his head.

“I... I can’t.”

You quirked your eyebrows, crossing the common room to stand in front of him. When he looked up at you, you could see the dark circles under his eyes and you knew he was exhausted despite denying coming back to bed with you.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, reaching out your hands for his.

Without a word he took your hands in his, pulling you into his lap. As you sat comfortably in his lap, you felt his hand run up and down your back, his vibranium one gripping the arm rest beside him.

“Buck?” You asked, moving your hand to hold his face in your hand, running your thumb along his cheek. “Why won’t you come back to bed? Did I... did I do something? Or...”

As soon as the words slipped out of your mouth, his hands halted their pace on your back and he snapped his head up to face you, eyes wide, shaking his head.

“No. No, doll, you could never do anything wrong.” He said in a hushed voice. “I don’t want you to ever think that.”

Gazing at his face, you moved your hand from his cheek into his hair, running your fingers through his freshly cut strands.

“Then why did you leave?” You asked.

He could still hear the sleepiness in your voice and see the exhaustion in your eyes and he felt bad for causing you to come searching for him... but he would have felt even more awful if he stayed and something bad had happened.

“I... I don’t want to hurt you.” He told you, looking you in the eyes. “I don’t know what I would do with myself if anything bad happened to you.”

He moved his flesh hand to cup your face and watched as confusion made its way across your features.

“Why would you hurt me, Buck?” You asked, pulling your hands away from his hair to hold the hand of his that was cupping your face.

“It’s my arm.” He told you.

You immediately knew which one he meant and your eyes darted to the vibranium hand that hadn’t even brushed your skin, kept away from you still gripping the armrest.

You had known that Bucky was ashamed of his past and feared being used as a weapon again after spending decades of his life as an assassin under Hydra’s control. It was a given, but what you didn’t know was that even after years of being freed from Hydra’s control while he was in Wakanda and given a new arm that he was afraid of hurting you- so much so he couldn’t even sleep in bed besides you out of fear of what could happen if he lost control.

“Baby...” You cooed.

“Just look at it, Y/n.” He shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut. “They gave me this thing so I could become a better killer. It’s- it’s a weapon. I wasn’t myself for so long and they used this thing to hurt people. I hurt people I cared about and I didn’t even know.”

You could see how hurt he was and you moved your hands to lay against his chest. “Buck, that wasn’t you. That isn't you-”

Without opening his eyes he continued.

“I couldn’t sleep because all I could think about is that I could close my eyes and- and hurt you.” He said, voice trembling. “I can control myself when I’m awake, but what happens if you’re next to me and I can’t stop it? What happens if I wake up and-”

You cupped his face, urging him to open his eyes and look at you, not wanting him to sink even deeper into his own waking nightmare.

“Bucky that won't happen.” You assured him. “I’m okay. I’ll be okay.”

“I don’t know what I’d do with myself.” He said, finally opening his eyes. “I couldn’t live with myself if anything happened to you.”

Your eyes met each other and as you stared into his you gave him a sad smile.

To his surprise he watched as you moved your hand down to meet his vibranium one beside you and although he couldn’t physically feel your touch, you know he felt it on the inside when you gripped his hand.

“Nothing is going to happen to me, Buck.” You nearly whispered. “You’re not going to hurt me. You’re not the winter soldier anymore, baby. He’s gone. You’re in control and as for the arm... it’s not the same one that they gave you-”

“I hate this stupid fucking arm-”

“Don’t say that, Buck.” You told him seriously. “This arm is part of you-”

He shook his head and you could see the hurt in his eyes.

“Stop, Y/n.” He said. “Stop pretending that you like it. Stop pretending that you don’t hate it. If I could still have my normal arm-”

Angry that he was saying such horrible things about himself, you picked up his vibranium hand and held it close to your chest.

“Stop it, Bucky!” You nearly shouted if it weren’t for it being one in the morning. “Stop hating yourself for the things you can’t control. I don’t care that your arm is made of vibranium and I wouldn’t care if it was made of flesh. I don’t give a shit, okay? Because I love you. I love you, James. I love every single part of you. Every single part.”

Your eyes met his as you raised his vibranium hand to your lips and pressed a kiss onto it.

Although your boyfriend often attempted to keep his emotions to himself, his eyes betrayed him as you began to see tears pooling within them.

Bucky couldn't help himself. He had hated himself for so long because of the actions he had committed in a past he wasn’t in control of. To him, his arm was a constant reminder of the atrocities the winter soldier had committed and he had always feared being used as a weapon again, but when you kissed his hand, assuring him that you loved every single part of him and that the man he was today was not the same as ten years ago, he couldn’t help but cry.

“I love you, baby.” You told him, dropping his hand and swapping to hold his face. “I love you so much. All of you.”

Through his tears he smiled, but before a single word could slip out of his mouth, you pulled his face towards yours and allowed your lips to meet his. You could feel both of his hands wrap around your waist as he pulled you closer to him, deepening the kiss.

Bucky Barnes regretted a lot of things in his long life, but being with you would never ever be one of them. You helped him not only accept himself, but love his new chance at life with you and he was grateful to have your presence in his life every single day.

As he pulled away from you, he moved his hand to wipe at the tears that had stained his cheeks and smiled.

“I love you so much, Y/n.” He told you. “More than you know.”

You smiled.

“I know, Buck.”

Right as you were about to lean in for another kiss you heard the sound of someone clearing their throat coming from the doorway. Pulling away from Bucky, you looked up to see none other than your boyfriend’s best friend leaning on the doorframe, arms crossed, smirking.

When Bucky looked over his shoulder and saw Steve standing there he rolled his eyes.

“Leave us alone, Steve.” He groaned and you couldn’t help but laugh.

Steve laughed, pushing himself off of the doorframe.

“Alright, alright fine.” Steve gave in, making his way out of the room. “Just quiet down out here.”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.” Bucky grumbled.

Steve waved to you as he exited the room and you laughed, pushing yourself off of your boyfriend’s lap. You took Bucky’s hands in yours and pulled on them to ease him out of the armchair.

“Let’s go to bed, hmm?” You hummed, a light smile still playing on your face.

Bucky threw back his head, smiling before allowing you to pull him out of his seat. When he was finally back on his feet, you felt his vibranium arm wrap around your waist as he switched off the lamp beside him.

Kissing your forehead, he guided you out of the room and whispered, “I love you, Y/n.”

Wrapping your arm around his torso you smiled. “I love you too, Buck. Now let’s get some sleep.”

[seiyasabi]

Ripe For The Pickin’

(This is a Yandere Kita x Fem Reader Story! Hopefully y’all like this lmao, sorry if his hick accent is annoying lmao, I thought it gave him ¬flavour¬

Tw: !!noncon!, !misogyny!, breeding kink!, !Detailed postpartum depression!!!, !!!Mentions of attempted suicide and murder of a child!!!, !Mental illness!, !Defeatist attitude!, !Disassociation!,  housewife reader!, threats of physical harm!, manipulation!, mentions of kids!, etc.. 

Please proceed with caution! Note: Part of my family are farmers- my grandpa specifically, and he speaks very similarly to how I wrote Kita’s dialogue (the joking bit). He had a farm in Hawaii growing up, and he always jokes that he’s ‘but a country folk,’ so I mean no offense to those who own a farm. )

Throwing down his work cap on your kitchen table, Kita visibly brightens at your busy form. Your two year old son is balanced perfectly on your hip, your other hand stirring a pot of Udon. The steam rises around your head, slightly flushing your (skin colour) complection. 

Looking up, your eyes immediately meet the white haired male’s, causing you to freeze up momentarily. He sends you a warning look. 

“Welcome Home, Shinsuke,” A wobbly grin spreads across your painted features (just how Kita liked- he likes when you try to look good for him), catching the attention of your son immediately. 

“Daddy!” He practically hops out of your hold, rushing to the large male. Your unwanted husband scoops him up in his buff arms, swinging him around. 

“Whoa, one’a these days yer gonna throw yer Pa’s back out,” He grins happily at his carbon copy, smooching the small boy on his grey hair. 

The little one giggles cutely, basking in his father’s presence. You quickly approach Kita, hugging him from the side, and giving him a quick kiss on the cheek, “We’ve missed you all day, My Love,” He always likes it when you’re sappy- it makes him feel wanted. 

At your words, he delivers a lingering kiss to your lip tint stained lips, your son half in your arms and half in your husband’s. You lightly pinch your babe’s cheek, causing him to giggle, before you kiss him on his forehead. Kita visibly brightens at your affectionate side, his open arm wrapping around your waist, “What’cha makin’ fer dinner, Pretty Lady?” 

You cringe internally, yet you can’t help the blush that forms on your pretty face, “Kazue wanted Udon- I hope that’s okay,” Shinsuke nods, a thoughtful look on his face. 

“‘O course,” He lightly pinches your son’s other cheek, “If our growin’ boy wants Udon, by God, he’ll get it.” 

-

Settling Kazue down in his bed, you give the sleeping boy a tender kiss on the forehead. As much as you hate Kita, you don’t have the heart to hate your son. He, like you, didn’t ask to be here, so you decided to be the best mom he could ever have. 

Smoothing his blanket over his lower body, you tuck the other bits under him, and lay his favourite stuffy next to him. Once done, you step away from the slumbering babe, and make your way out of his room. Kita is waiting in the night light lit hallway, leaning against the opposing wall. 

You jump slightly, not expecting him to be there. 

“Is something wrong, Shinsuke?” A practiced smile appears on your face, hands clasping behind your back to keep you grounded. 

He says nothing, motioning you to follow him, before turning and walking towards your shared bedroom. Shuffling after him, you try to still your rapidly beating heart. Did you do something wrong? 

Kita isn’t one to shy away from punishment. If anything, he revels in the momentary feeling of power-that is, until your broken body and mind are left in the aftermath. Then, he can’t help but feel horrible, because in some twisted way, the man truly loves you. So, he’ll try to cuddle and kiss his wrongs away, trying to forget that he’s the catalyst of all the things going wrong in your life. 

Burying those thoughts away, you step into the darkened room, noticing immediately that Kita is settled on his side of the bed. He’s stripping himself of his overshirt, exposing his wife-beater underneath, “Ya know, I think it’s time fer the boy ta have a brother.”

It feels as though the world around you is crumbling. Just when you gain a sense of normalcy, the bastard rips that away from you. 

Your smile visibly wavers, but you try to hold strong, “I-well, I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” Your hands are trembling, your heart practically being torn from your chest, “Kazue is still a toddler, I think it would be better if he was around five. Then, he can interact with-” Kita holds up a hand, halting your speech. 

“Yer gettin’ too technical fer the simple folk in tha room, Pretty Lady,” He stands to his feet, discarding his slippers, before slipping his baggy jeans off of his lower half, “Jus’ say yer too selfish to give yer lovin’, hardworkin’ husband tha things he deserves-” 

Kita knows that you had postpartum depression. He knows that you not only almost hurt yourself, but also your precious son. He knows that you had to be sedated at one point to even continue living. Yet, it seems like he doesn’t care. 

Tears fill your eyes, as you finally let your feelings become known, “That was horrible to say, Shinsuke. You know how hard it was for me-”

“It was also hard fer me too, ya’know,” He’s doing it again… trying to manipulate you into being the bad guy, “Seein’ ya go bonkers was hard ta’ watch. Plus, seein’ our son almost drown in tha tub-” 

“Stop it!” You finally lose your cool, surprising your usually collected kidnapper, “You don’t get to claim it was hard for you, when everything is your fault!” His mouth open and closes like a dying fish, unsure what to say, “If you waited for me to be ready to have children, I wouldn’t have spiraled out of control. If I was given the help I needed, I wouldn’t have gone psychotic. If you hadn’t stolen me away from my life and forced me to bend to your will, none of this would have happened!” By now, you’re a sobbing mess. He always does this. Kita always breaks you down until you seem crazy, but you’re not. You’re just tired of how he treats you like a baby maker, tired of how he treats you like nothing, yet claims you’re his entire world. 

But, when you hear him sigh softly to himself, you know that he doesn’t care about your feelings, “Do I need to use the gag? I thought we were above that.” 

Knowing that refusal won’t be tolerated or respected, you don’t bother wasting anymore of your breath. Slipping off your house slippers, you shuck off your dress, revealing your bare chest and panties. More tears slip down your face, as you lay down on your large shared bed. 

Shinsuke grins at your compliance, quickly moving between your legs, and stripping you of your drawers. His rough fingers rub at your clit and slit, “Good girl. ‘Ya know yer man jus’ wants what’s good fer ya, an’ a baby is good fer any good woman.” 

You ignore him, but he doesn’t seem to care. Kita continues to rub against your clit, trying to coax an orgasm out of you. But, you don’t give him the satisfaction. 

Staring at the ceiling, you let your mind go. Your dissociated body reacts well to his ministrations, your arousal coating your thighs, as they tremble in lieu of an orgasm. 

His fingers dig in deep, as they force your pussy open. Feeling how relaxed you are, he decides that you’re loose enough to go right in. 

Pulling out his thick cock, he bumps the head against your slick cunny, “Don’ worry, Darlin’, yer man will take good care of ya,” He slides in with relative ease, your hips bumping against his.  

The normal constricting feeling in your chest has long since faded, instead, the feeling of acceptance at the fact that you couldn’t get out of this replaced it. 

Your body jolts and rolls with Kita’s harsh thrusts, his panting warm against your neck, “Yer so good fer me, (Your Name), yer gonna bear me healthy sons,” The gummy walls of your pussy knead his cock thoroughly, trying to milk him for everything he’s got, “I knew you were perfect fer the takin’.” 

He forces your knees next to your head, the head of his cock bashing into your cervix painfully. Fortunately, that was enough to set your body off. A gush of cum drenches the both of you, as Kita slams himself inside of you entirely, allowing your womb to be filled to the brim with his fertile cum. 

“Ya never disappoint, Darlin’,” He smooches you on your lax lips, ignoring the fact that your head is practically empty, “Maybe you’ll have twins this time.” 

With that, he starts his hardcore pace one more. 

But, you can’t bring yourself to care. As long as you can drift away from the events unfolding in front of you, 

[madness-manic-antics]

On the Track to Victory

Part 7: Revelations

Sorry this took so long to come out, I haven't had the spoons to post it.

When the door opens, Emmet looks up. Elesa doesn't, engrossed in writing an email to her manager explaining her absence from both the Gym and modeling agency today.

"Erm. Subway Master Emmet…" Nurse Joy looks rather confused and uncomfortable, rubbing the back of her neck. "I got… strange readings from the blood tests. Please come back here."

He nods and stands. He's now wearing scrubs provided by the Center because his clothes were pretty much ruined. Good thing he had had the foresight to pack up his coat.

Nurse Joy leads him back. They go to a different part of the Center, where the injured humans are kept.

Emmet's a little surprised to see the Sneasel sitting up with the bed adjusted to support his back and carefully sipping from a plastic cup with a straw stuck in it. The human-size bed completely dwarfs the little Pokemon. The Sneasel waves at Emmet.

The Zorua is curled up on his lap among the comparatively huge blankets.

"We ran a blood test on both of them." Nurse Joy says. She looks nervous. "Because the Zorua, Victoria, said something strange to my Audino. She apparently told him they were human and didn't know how they got like this."

Emmet's eyes widen and he tries to process that.

"Normally I wouldn't know what to make of it, but between how strange they are and the clothes they have-- one of the satchels had clothing that would fit a teen and an adult, the satchels themselves…” She shrugs. “I looked into it. And what I found when we tested the sample was not one but two DNA profiles.”

Emmet’s mouth goes dry, his vision flicking to the Sneasel. No. There’s no way… is there?

“One was consistent with a Sneasel, with similar genetic markers that are generally found in Regional Variants. The other was human.”

The Sneasel nods along, eyes on Emmet.

“We ran a preliminary test, it’s the same blood type we have on file for you and your twin. It’ll be a few weeks before we have the full results, but I asked…”

“I-Ingo?” Emmet stammers, eyes huge.

The Sneasel nods, reaching over to the small side table and plopping his hat on his head.

Emmet doesn’t recall moving. All he knows is that he blinks and he’s over by the bed, carefully hugging his brother (mindful of the bandages around his middle), trying not to squish the Zor-- Victoria. Ingo pats his back, with the back of his hand-- the two large claws are pointed away from Emmet. Emmet believes it. It's unbelievable, but he believes it. Ingo, missing for over a year, and now… back, but wrong too. This is hardly normal… what happened?

"I was able to ask him some questions with Audino transcribing. He's partially amnesiac and doesn't know how… this happened, but he was able to tell me a few other things, like explaining Victoria here, who is also a human. We did the tests and plugged her DNA into the missing persons system but it will take a little while. Apparently he's her Uncle?"

"We don't have any other siblings…" Emmet says, looking down at Ingo in confusion. Ingo just picks up Victoria, who appears to be scowling (hard to tell with half her face covered) and hugs her. "And neither of us has some secret kid?"

Ingo shakes his head in response.

Nurse Joy nods, visibly bemused. "He wasn't able to tell me where they had been, he said he was still kind of confused about that himself. The clothes in the satchels both look like some kind of uniforms, two different ones.”

Victoria nods, sliding out of Ingo’s hands like liquid. This causes Emmet’s brother to huff.

It's incredible that he's here, no matter what he looked like. Emmet knows he's nearly vibrating but he can't help it. Ingo’s been found.

Emmet isn’t alone anymore.

“Snea?” Ingo mutters, and then reaches up with a pained noise as his arm stretches his injuries. He uses the back of his claws to wipe Emmet’s face.

Oh.

Tears.

He’s crying.

Victoria boops his arm with her nose, making various noises. Ingo reaches over to pull her closer.

“Once I clear them for their injuries, I’ll put them in your capable hands, Subway Master Emmet. Maybe you can find out more than I could."

Emmet nods immediately. He's not going to be separated from Ingo again. They'll have to use a prybar to keep them apart.

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Victoria is livid.

No, not about Emmet. It's fantastic that he and Ingo have found each other despite the circumstances. And honestly? Not even about being turned into a Pokemon. Like, it's not ideal, sure, but stranger things have happened to her. At least, she thinks so.

No, she's pissed because she remembers what happened right before she fell unconscious.

Volo. Fucking Volo. She's going to drop kick the smug bastard.

Ingo rubs behind her ear, carefully using the side of his hand to avoid claw accidents. Sneasel venom? Not pleasant. She knows that from bitter experience. The whole village got to laugh for about four days as she babysat Lady Sneasler's three kits, which involved a lot of running around after baby Sneasels and various mishaps including one of them climbing the Galaxy Hall and getting stuck. She got more nicks than she would have liked. She's glad Ingo is being careful. "Calm down, Miss Victoria."

She huffs and buries herself into the blanket. “We have to go back.”

Ingo stops his staring at his twin to look down at her. To his credit, he doesn’t immediately dismiss her words. “Why?” He asks simply.

“It was Volo. He was the one who attacked us, he was going to kill you, demanded the Plates and somehow sent us back.” Her breathing picks up speed. “No one there knows he’s untrustworthy and his goal is to become god and create a new world, we have to stop him!” She’s definitely hyperventilating.

Ingo hums to her, a gentle melody that has her relaxing almost against her will. Emmet looks sharply at them and stares, eyes distant.

"Um. Mr. Savery? Subway Master Emmet?" Nurse Joy prods after a moment. "I'm trying to tell you how to care for those wounds…"

"Oh! Verrry sorry. I was just… distracted. Ingo used to hum that to me when we were small, after… never mind. I was not expecting it, that is all."

Ingo offers the man a tired smile before Emmet turns back to Nurse Joy. Victoria whines in frustration, contorting her paws to cover her face. Oh, when she gets her hands on Volo she's going to let that bastard have it. She'll make him wish he had to face down Origin Dialga and Origin Palkia at the same time with no balms instead of dealing with Victoria.

For now, though… she's sure it's safe this time. And she keeps being woken up. So, sleep.

"Goin'taslp." She manages, pawing at Ingo.

"Understood." He says, attempting to tuck her into the blanket next to him. When that fails to work without risk of ripping the blankets and stretching the cuts on his back as well, he sighs and looks back to Emmet and the Nurse. What he says is a request for assistance, but of course what comes out is "Snea?"

Emmet notices his struggle with the blankets and comes over to carefully tuck them in together. "You should get some rest, Ingo. You got torn up pretty bad. Do you… want me to leave?"

Ingo snatches the sleeve of the strange green clothes Emmet is wearing, shaking his head frantically. He feels Emmet relax. "Alright. I will sit with you."

[anonymous-dentist]

C!Karlnapity one-shot from the Mall AU I saw on @casinoarc's blog last night when I was trying to sleep. You can tell I've never worked in a mall.

Five minutes before Quackity’s lunch break is set to begin, he is happily throwing wadded-up post-it notes at Purpled from the safety of the register. The register is the neutral zone. He knows this. Purpled knows this. Quackity also knows that he’s going to need to make a mad dash the second his break starts because he really doesn’t wanna become a pancake today. Purpled is giving him the Eye from the other side of the earrings display. There’s a post-it note stuck in his hair, bright pink. Hah, loser.

Unfortunately, all thoughts of escape are ruined when Quackity’s mortal enemy comes skipping through the doors with two milkshakes in hand. Quackity, for a moment, debates allowing himself to get beat to hell and back by his own employee. He’s technically the boss, so he can give himself time off if Purpled actually manages to hurt him.

But, Quackity knows, and he’s upset that he knows this and has this internalized. But Sapnap would be upset if they didn’t have lunch together, and Quackity ignores how he would be upset if he and Sapnap didn’t have lunch together.

So Quackity just sighs and raises a hand in greeting. Sapnap visibly perks up, smile forming on his face. This is normal. This is what they do three times a week, every day that Sapnap is scheduled (which is becoming more rare as the Vans upstairs threatens to close, a new 50% Off Closing sign in the display windows every other day, it seems like.) What isn’t normal is the way that Sapnap’s smile immediately falls again. Oh. He’s upset. Fuck. Quackity doesn’t know what to do with this.

“You’re early,” Quackity says. He goes back to making his little paper ball and lobs it with a carefully-aimed shot that hits Purpled right in the middle of his forehead. He fistpumps; Purpled shoots him a death glare that he only probably half means.

“I need to talk to you,” says Sapnap, dead serious, voice low. He leans across the counter conspiratorially. For whatever reason, it makes the pit of Quackity’s stomach drop in a weirdly pleasant way. Like a rollercoaster. But instead of something fun, it’s just Sapnap. “It’s important.”

He places the milkshakes on the counter. Quackity wordlessly takes the strawberry one and sips at it. Sapnap always gets a chocolate and a strawberry, and Quackity refuses to be a basic bitch, so he always chooses the strawberry one even though he really doesn’t like the taste at all.

“What’s up?” Quackity asks.

Sapnap looks around the store. Between the gaggle of idiot teenagers gathered by the band t-shirts trying to dare each other to go into the back and Purpled finishing up restocking the earrings, nobody’s really listening.

Still, Sapnap leans in closer and hisses, “Vans is closing. Next week.”

Quackity blinks. “And? That’s the best news I’ve heard since Schlatt kicked the bucket.”

Sapnap rolls his eyes and lightly smacks Quackity’s shoulder. It tingles.

“Dude, shut up!” he groans. “That’s my job you’re talking about!”

“So, what, you want me to get you a position here?” Quackity asks. He isn’t opposed, not strictly speaking, but it leaves a bit of a weird taste in his mouth thinking about it. Or maybe that’s the milkshake.

“Uh, maybe?” Sapnap scratches the back of his head just beneath his bandana a bit sheepishly before snapping back to himself, frown popping back onto his face. (Vaguely, Quackity doesn’t think that it looks good on him, unnatural.) “No! Shut up! I heard what they’re putting in instead.” He looks around again before whispering, “A Disney Store.”

Quackity chokes on his milkshake. He coughs and sputters, and does so just a bit harder when a concerned Sapnap leans across the counter and pats his back to try and help. Quackity swats him off, face red entirely just because he was choking. That’s it.

“A Disney Store?” he wheezes, looking at Sapnap, pained. “Fucking- really?”

Sapnap nods gravely. “Yeah. I heard it from George, who heard it from Sam, who heard it from Ponk, who heard it from Hannah, who heard it from Dream’s weird cousin.”

“X.D.?”

“Yeah.”

“Fuck that guy.”

Sapnap nods again, just as gravely. “Fuck that guy.” Then he shakes his head, probably trying to get himself back on track. “But! A Disney Store!”

“Fuck,” Quackity swears. He looks down at the register before him with a scowl on his face. “That’s bad news.”

“And I heard from Wilbur, who heard it from Dream, who obviously has some inside info going with his weird cousin, that they’ve already started hiring,” Sapnap continues. God, this gets worse every sentence. “So I’m betting that they’ve already got all the stock here. They just had to wait until a store was shutting down.”

“And yours just happened to be the unlucky one to go,” Quackity sighs.

Sapnap nods pitifully. In a rare fit of sympathy for the other man, Quackity pats him on the shoulder. He lets his hand rest there. He ignores both the burning of Sapnap’s cheeks and the burning of his own.

“Sucks to hear,” Quackity says, and he means it. He might give the guy a hard time, but he does unfortunately consider Sapnap a friend most of the time. He knows what it’s like to suddenly lose your job. The economy is in shambles. If Sapnap wants, Quackity can, and will, give him a job at Spencer’s. It’s the least he can do.

Sapnap sighs and ducks his head, still pitiful as hell. He’s pitiful. Quackity feels pity.

Quackity also feels a tap on his shoulder and turns around to see Purpled’s face.

“You’re on break,” Purpled says, a shark-like grin growing on his face as Quackity’s own pales. “I’ll give you a head start.”

Quackity gathers his milkshake and ducks around the counter.

“Wait, what?” Sapnap asks, ever helpless.

“No time to explain,” Quackity breathes. Before he realizes what he’s doing, he has Sapnap’s hand in a firm hold and he’s pulling Sapnap out of the store in his escape.

“Oh!” Sapnap exclaims. He doesn’t sound unhappy. “Okay!”

If Quackity were to chance a guess, he would perhaps say that Sapnap is smiling behind him.

(And he would be right.)

Two weeks later, Quackity and Sapnap sit on the bench outside of the Forever 21 watching the builders get to work on the brand new Disney Store. It’s their shared lunch break. Well. It��s Quackity’s lunch break. Sapnap is still job-hunting. Nobody wants to hire a guy that’s only worked one place in his life, especially if that one place was fucking Vans.

Quackity bought the milkshakes today. Chocolate for Sapnap, strawberry for himself. Which is kind of ridiculous because he still doesn’t like the strawberry, but it’s routine. Sapnap didn’t come in at all during his last week at Vans, and Quackity hates to admit that he felt a bit like a widow. It’s ridiculous. But he got the strawberry anyway, and Tubbo- working there for whatever reason- gave him a wink as he handed the shakes over. Why? Fuck if he knows.

“It looks like shit,” Sapnap grumbles. His words are a bit slurred by the straw in his mouth. It’s weirdly adorable (Quackity shuts that thought down immediately.)

“A fucking Disney Store,” Quackity agrees. “Who the hell puts a Disney Store between a Lids and a Journeys?”

“The aesthetics clash horribly.”

“I need bleach for my eyes.”

“I need bleach for my drink.”

“I can hook you up.”

Sapnap bats his eyes at him. “Oh, would you?”

Quackity, in a rare show of stupidity, smirks and places a hand on Sapnap’s thigh. “For you, baby? Anything.”

Sapnap turns a spectacular shade of red that sends Quackity into a fit of giggles. He’s pretty sure his own face is just as red, but that’s oxygen deprivation. Literally just oxygen deprivation.

“Dude,” Sapnap coughs. He gives Quackity an incredulous look, though a smile teases at his lips (Quackity is not looking at Sapnap’s lips, he isn’t.) “What the fuck?”

“What?” Quackity innocently asks. He slurps at his milkshake, fighting back a grimace as the flavor hits him. “You asked.”

Sapnap shoves at his shoulder with a breathless chuckle. “Fuck you, man.”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Sapnap coughs again, and Quackity curls into himself with another fit of giggles.

“Hey, are you alright?”

Both Quackity and Sapnap snap to attention as a foreign voice cuts in. They both have to crane their heads back a little to get a look at the guy.

He looks concerned. He also looks a bit like something the Disney Store would spit out. Between the fluffy hair and freckles, he looks like a rejected Pixar character. Linguine if he was a loser in a mall in the middle of Assfuck, America. He’d maybe be less easy to make fun of if he wasn’t wearing some H&M shit. Quackity remembers seeing him walking around the inside of the store a couple of minutes ago. Manager? Shit.

“Uh,” Sapnap intelligently says. His voice cracks. Quackity gives him a Look. “Hi.”

The guy raises an eyebrow, face falling into a hesitant, but easy, smile. “Hi?”

“Hi,” Sapnap repeats.

Quackity subtly elbows him in the ribs. Sapnap jerks and snaps his head to glare at him. Quackity, cool as a cucumber, sips his milkshake, the picture of poise.

The man looks between them. “So. You two have been out here watching us for twenty minutes.”

“Free country, man,” Quackity easily says. “I’m on break.”

“We’re definitely not spying on you,” Sapnap adds.

Quackity’s grip on his cup tightens. He hears styrofoam creak and checks himself before he spills a large cup of pink shit all over his new jeans.

“Oooooh, I see,” the guy says. “Well, you’re freaking a couple of the guys out.”

“Sorry?” Sapnap offers.

At the same time, Quackity says, “Good.”

They both look at each other, then back up at the guy, who has turned his attention to Sapnap entirely.

“Hey,” he says. “I think I know you.”

“Really?” Sapnap asks. His voice cracks again, and he repeats, clearer, after a cough, “Really?”

Quackity rolls his eyes.

“Yeah! You used to work at the Vans here, right? I think I remember seeing you working when I came to check out the location,” the guy says, and isn’t that a coincidence? His look turns curious, if not a bit pitying. “How are you doing? I know we came in suddenly.”

“He’s in shambles,” Quackity says. “Inconsolable.”

“I’m doing alright, actually,” Sapnap says. Quackity gives him another Look. “It’s just, uh, been a bit hard. Job hunting. But that’s fine!”

“Oh, is that it? I can help with that,” the guy says. Quackity has a bad feeling about this. “We’re still looking for someone to work the morning shifts. Turns out half our applicants are students, go figure.”

“Go figure,” Sapnap weakly says. Quackity has a bad feeling about this. “Uh, are you sure? I, uh-”

The guy grins, a thousand watts and enough to make Quackity’s stomach drop. “Yeah! You seem like a good guy.”

“He’s spying on you,” Quackity flatly says.

Sapnap gives him a wide-eyed look. “Dude!”

And the Disney guy? He fucking giggles, and Sapnap flushes again, attention back on him, and Quackity has a bad feeling about this.

“No offense, but you’re kind of a shit spy,” the man lightly says. “That’s fine, though. We don’t judge.”

“I’m a great spy,” Sapnap says. He jumps. “Not that I was doing it.”

This is embarrassing. Quackity is embarrassed for him.

The Disney guy giggles again, and Quackity’s stomach drops again, and he decides that he can take the rest of his break downstairs with George, actually.

“I’m, uh, going to bother George,” he announces. He stands and ignores Sapnap… ignoring him in favor of talking with this new guy.

“I’m Sapnap,” he hears Sapnap say as he leaves. “Uh, is there an application form? Or is this one of those…?”

“Nah, right here is fine,” the new guy says. Quackity turns his head to see that he has already taken the spot that Quackity was just sitting in. “I’m Karl, by the way. Assistant manager.”

And that’s the last Quackity hears of the two, slipping into the crowd exiting the American Eagle with a scowl.

The fucking Disney Store.

[jade-parcels]

If I may kindly ask for an extension to Childe's "dirty secret" where he fights for dominance with us, literally 👀

👀 ask and you shall receive

Extension to this post

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Fighting for dominance with Ajax can go one of two ways. One, it’s a playful fight where there isn’t actually much violence at all. Two…You guys literally fight. It’s consensual fighting and no blows are actually meant to cause extreme harm so you’ve been warned

Playful fighting will usually just be him throwing you on the bed and pinning you down. He’ll allow you to shove him off and rough him up a little as you try to get him to submit

Usually play fights end in him topping, or at least him getting you in whatever position he wanted in the first place. There’s laughing, jokes and playful smacks on the ass. “Now I’ve gotcha~” a deep chuckle followed by loving kisses being pressed all over your face

He will let you win though just to see you smile :) but then he’ll whine when you take your time with it “Aw c’mon baby! Don’t be a tease, you already won! You’re so mean to little old me~” he can’t take anything seriously lmao

Couples play fight a lot, this is pretty much the same thing. If he actually hurt you while doing this, he’s quick to apologize and kiss whatever injury it was. Like if he pushed you a bit too hard and you hit your head on the headboard, he’d be quick to give you kisses and make sure you’re okay

When it comes to actually fighting (again, it’s a scene not him actually ab*sing you)…Most maneuvers are fair game ***If hitting, biting, spitting or name calling is a squick for you, I recommend you stop reading here!!***

A rough day of being scrutinized by the other harbingers, dealing with idiots all day or just not getting to fully unleash his animalistic side on the battlefield, any of these will lead to him wanting to fight you

It’ll always start with you two sparring, working up a sweat, getting some bruises here and there. Ajax loves when you’re sweaty and grimy from a fight. He loves trapping you against the wall and licking the salty sweat off your cheek, whispering obscenities in your ear

Now that he’s all riled up fromt his fight, it’s hard to get him to settle down

When he gets like this he wants to be on top. Of course, you have every right to be on top of him too. Let the hands begin

You can knee him in the gut, taking advantage of how he loosens his grip for just a second to flip him over

He’ll retaliate, shoving at you, shaking you, twisting your arm until you let go. It truly is all fair game unless it’s…well, stabbing or something

One thing Ajax will never do is hit you in the face. That’s off limits even for him. You can hit him in the face if you want, he doesn’t care! But he will never ever hit you in the face….on purpose.

Of course theres 2 outcomes to these fights for dominance. He wins or you do

He’ll snarl at you when he finally ‘wins’, grinning at you animalistically. Blood drips from his split lip, landing on your chest “Finally~ Damn, you put up a good fight baby. Now it’s time for my reward, huh? Lay back and be good for me, maybe I’ll even let you cum”

He won’t be very gentle either, he’ll take you hard and fast, bruising your hips and leaving dark purple hickies all over your neck. Jeez, you can even see teeth marks in some of them

When he’s worn you and himself out he’ll visibly deflate a little, his shoulders will sag and you’ll know he got it out of his system

He’ll be super attentive and cuddly, telling you how good you were for him and that he’s sorry for getting carried away. You don’t mind much but you’ll make him make you breakfast in bed in the morning.

^^ Ajax will have his fair share of marks too, your scratches down his back and arms, his split lip and bites all over his neck and shoulders. These kinds of nights aren’t as common as the playful ones but damn 👀

When you win, he’ll put up a big fight verbally but not so much physically.

Once you beat him, he won’t try to retaliate, he’ll lay there obediently but he’ll talk a big game. He doesn’t know when to shut up

“You may have beaten me this time but I’ll tell you right now, I’m NOT gonna beg. If anything, I’ll have you begging for me within the next twenty minutes, you just wait!”

That, in fact, does not happen. Instead, you’re smiling sweetly down at him as he yanks at his restraints “Please! Oh please babe, you gotta let me cum this time!” How the tables have turned

Tease him as long as you want, put him in his place! He’s gotten a bit too cocky lately hasn’t he? He’s won too much, beaten too many people in fights to the point where he hasn’t lost in awhile. You better make him rememeber that he can’t always win

Tell him how weak he is. A harbinger? Being taken down by a normal person? You just have a vision! No delusion, no Fatui military training. Hell, you don’t even have your vision in your hand and you still beat him! “Tartaglia~ Imagine what the Tsaritsa would say if she saw her strongest harbinger like this~ Whining like a bitch for me” spit in his face, yank his hair “How pathetic~”

Either way…Y’all know how to have fun 👀