#um just letting u know that i adored all the details u gave me so pls don't apologize <3333333

[fushigurro]

𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨 / 𝐲𝐮𝐮𝐭𝐚 + light blue + childhood friends to lovers + 'tongue tied' by group love — for @mysicklove

Oh, take me to your best friend's house I loved you then and I love you now

[writer-akihiko]

TW First year students x fem! MC who's secretly a demon princess, who will they react to her powers when they found her in her demon form?

First Years + DemonPrincess!MC

I had fun with this prompt in general, and I hope I made some fun scenarios that you like!

Warnings: Bullying from other students and hurtful words, Epel is censored because Vil doesn't allow it

Sebek Zigvolt

He forgot to give you back your notebook from class, so he had to go in the evening

If Sebek remembered correctly, in his 'I'm A Good Boyfriend' notebook, you said you usually rested in the evening

"YN, I'm here to deliver your notebook!-"

"Go away Sebek!"

He was appalled. You've never scolded him in such a way before!

He quickly fished out his notebook, and he flipped to a page where Lilia had lectured him on what to do when you were feeling down

"Here it is…" He muttered

He barged in your door, breaking down the rickety door, "YN! I am here to comfort you!"

"S-Sebek?!"

He almost dropped the notebook. He was surprised at you appearance, as he saw horns on your head, as well as tattoos on your skin that he's never seen before

"YN… You're…"

You sighed. "Yes Sebek, I'm a dem-"

"You're a Fae! Like me!"

Before he got too excited, you settled him down and explained your appearance

He felt ashamed of himself for his initial behaviour when you explained that you were a princess. He doesn't really mind that you're a demon, in fact, he understands you more as people of his world usually misunderstands Fae-kind

In general, he's quite amazed anytime you demonstrate your powers

He lowkey wants to see you and Waka-sama have a showdown with magic, but his heart knows it'd hurt to see you in danger

Ace Trappola

He got held back by Professor Crewel due to some argument he got in with Grim

He asked around if anyone else saw you, but much to his shock, he found you surrounded by some other students. Again

He wanted to pummel their faces in, but now looking at you, you seemed calm…

In the blink of an eye, a net of dark magic appeared underneath the students, trapping them at their ankles

Ace had his mouth open as horns and wings similar to the colour of your hair started growing from you. What freaked him out more was that the wings weren't made of feathers… They looked ripped apart and made of the same magic he couldn't identify

"A-Ace!"

Upon seeing your boyfriend, you flung the students away into the Garden with your magic. Someone would find them later…

"U-Um… This…" You got embarrassed, feeling shy in your demon form

"THAT WAS SO COOL!"

Ace then pestered you to tell him where you learnt such magic, although he might've accidentally grabbed your horns the wrong way

He listened carefully, since it caused you such discomfort when he touched your horns

He didn't think you'd be a princess…

"Wait… Does this mean you have a demon father?"

You nodded your head. "But my brother's the Demon King at the moment… Why?"

"I need to mentally prepare myself if your demon family want to kill me since I want to propose to you after graduation…"

Deuce Spade

You and Deuce were nervous, since it was a magical mana exam. It would dictate certain classes you'd be able to take next semester…

You were the last to go, and your boyfriend cheerfully waved at you as he gave a thumbs up. He must've passed the test…

You had to remind yourself to control your mana, otherwise you'd have some explaining to do

As you let the teacher examine you, you couldn't help but notice that there was some kind of barrier around the orb you were practicing with

As you removed the barrier, you realised that it was a trap by the teacher!...

You couldn't help but pour your normal amount of magic into the orb, which, put on a show around the students as they marvelled at the dark magic

"Well," Principal Crowley announced, after you were done with your examination. "You'd best be coming with me."

After a long talk with Crowley, you were surprised that Deuce and Grim were at the door, eavesdropping at your conversation

"I overheard… I was worried about you…" He admitted

Deuce however, was quite curious about your appearance, so after his and your dinner, you allowed him to see you shift into your demon form

He did ask if it hurt, to which you shook your head

He admired your wings and your bigger, claw-like hands as you felt heat in your cheeks by the way he was intensely staring at you

"Y-You're adorable…"

Even though you towered Deuce's height in your demon form, it didn't stop him from giving you your usual goodnight kiss on the forehead

Jack Howl

He always wanted to show off his skills to you, so he invited you to a practice match against the Diasomnia dorm

He was against the first years of the dorm, so you silently cheered for Jack

As you were continuously impressed by Jack's speed, you couldn't help but notice a strand of magic tagged on him…

Your magical vision traced it to one of the students on the opposite team, who was passively reciting a spell to jinx Jack's next move

There was only the seniors… So it should be fine to stop that student this once…

You were too slow, as the spell had already whizzed through the field. You could still stop it from hitting Jack!...

You felt everyone's gaze on you as you interrupted the spell. Knowing that your appearance had changed, you shied away

Some students ran away, but Jack didn't. He picked you up, horns, feathers and demonic body parts, all of it and embraced you

"Hey! Stop looking at my girlfriend like she's a monster!" He growled

The seniors quickly punished the student causing tricks on the field, but some were still weary of you

Jack put you down, kissing your forehead. "Thank you precious for saving me there."

Eventually, you had to explain to the teachers what you were

Some dorm leaders grew afraid of you, but Jack didn't care. You were still his precious girlfriend

So what if you both were seen as monsters? He thought. The big bad wolf and the terrifying demon princess could live in peace and quiet, in their own space in the forest…

Jack thinks the whole thing is cool, but he is a little jealous that your magical abilities are so much better than his. You tell him he makes up for it in his physical strength

Epel Felmier

You and Epel were taking a stroll, on the way to the field for the MagiShift club

You promised to cheer him on, and you decided it would be a cheeky way to take some photos with your Ghost Camera

You comfortably sat next to Jack as you got ready to take some photos

Unfortunately, you weren't sure of the exact details, but a student decided it was a perfect opportunity to set off a prank near you and Jack

You weren't exactly in control of your own powers, so the impact caused you to scream and lose control of your appearance

The other students screamed in turned, seeing a 'monster' transform in front of them

Epel saw the prank beforehand, but he couldn't run fast enough to get to you

He couldn't think straight, he just had to make sure you were alright. So when he overheard the students yelling at you, he threatened them

Everyone was freaking out at your changing body, since your skin had different markings, almost like carvings etched into it and a pool of dark magic flooded below you

"I-I'm sorry I-" You tried to apologise, but others constantly berated you

"She's a freak! Someone seal her away!"

Epel couldn't stop himself from whacking the student who said that on the head

The other seniors managed to calm the students down, sending them away

You briefly explained everything to Epel, repeating your apologies to him

"Don't aplogise YN. Those idiots don't understand."

Epel, in all honesty, didn't care if you were a demon princess or a human or a fairy

Whoever got in the way of your relationship on the other hand, he'd pick a fight with them even though you were the one who could easily clean the fight up

"Hey YN, don't listen to em. They don't know how cool you are. As long as I'm the one you love, I'm okay with anything."

[my-pink-yandere]

❤Obsession❤

Prompt: Yandere Bakugou, Midoriya, and Todoroki (separately) has a crush on Y/N...who is actually obsessed over a fictional character.

C/N: Character Name

Warnings: Yandere Tendencies, Swearing, Also this is sorta long cause I wrote a lot ;-; 

💥Katsuki Bakugou💥

❥ This boy is angered when he finds out about this

❥ Like wow he’s super pissed

❥ If you’re unfortunate enough to ever have a Yandere Bakugou take a liking to you, when he realizes that you’re obsessing over someone who isn't him, a fictional character nonetheless, he’s... well...

❥ “Very upset” would be an understatement

❥ He sees that as basically losing to a person who doesn’t even exist

❥ The chaos begins when he’s in the middle of his daily routine of admiring staring at you from afar, and when you stand up with one of your friends and begin walking out of the cafeteria, he hears a few... interesting statements escape your mouth as you pass him by

❥ “I can’t believe you actually like them, Y/N! You’re totally hopeless when it comes to love, huh?” His head was tilted your way, seeing your friend looking disappointed and you looking flustered. “It’s not my fault they're so perfect!” you answered, practically radiating embarrassment. He smirked, assuming you were talking about him. I mean, who else would you get so worked u about>

❥ “Besides, I’m not the only one who simps for C/N! So shh-”

❥ ...

❥ All that’s going through Bakugou’s head right now is why that name wasn't his

❥ He’s gone eerily still, and all of his friends sort of stop and look at him

❥ “Bakubro? You good-”

❥ Bakusquad is going to have to hold Katsuki back from blowing up the entire cafeteria

❥ This b*tch only sees red rn

❥ ‘WHO’S THE PERSON YOU WERE TALKING ABOUT AND WHERE CAN I FIND THEM SO I CAN BREAK THEIR F*CKING KNEECAPS’

❥ he got murder on his mind :0

❥ Despite how angered Bakugou is, he’s not a complete dumbass, believe it or not

❥ He’s not going to confront you about it, at least not right now.

❥ Once he calms tf down, he’ll come to his senses and have his top priority being to get rid the competition first, meaning he has to hunt down whoever C/N is and delete them from existence

❥ When he learns that C/N is actually a fictional character from some anime tbh he just feels extra insulted

❥ You chose a f*cking fictional character over him >:(

❥ It’s now where he begins to get even angrier when he realizes how easy it should’ve been for him to notice sooner. All the stickers on your school supplies, the pins on your bags, how you’d sometimes sneak in their merchandise to show off to your friends at lunch

❥ It was when he overheard you possibly owning a body pillow where he went feral

❥ Will go out of his way to steal your shit and burn all of your merchandise of C/N, or anything that would remind you of the character

❥ He’d catch you when you were alone, and would shove you off your feet as he’d grab your bag and roughly go through it, angrily tearing off the stickers on your notebooks and pins off your bag as your crying and screaming at him to stop

❥ At this point he doesn’t care about how you feel about this at all. It’s never even crossed his mind (blind rage)

❥ His plan is to pluck C/N out of your life, replacing all your thoughts of them with just him, so you’re only thinking of him

❥ It doesn't matter to him if they're good thoughts or bad thoughts

❥ All that matters is that you’re thinking of him

❥ Only him.

In a nutshell, he’s gonna steal all of your items that have any reference to C/N and get rid of it all. He doesn't care how much he’s hurting you by doing this, he’ll concern himself with your feelings later. He’s going to hang around you more despite your protests for him to just leave you alone, quite literally forcing his way into your life so that he infests himself into your brain and become the only thing you think about, so that you can truly understand how he feels about you.

💚Izuku Midoriya💚

❥ Bold of you to assume he doesn't already know about this “obsession” of yours

❥ This child takes notes on EVERYTHING and ANYTHING related to you, so he obviously knew about your love for this certain fictional character

❥ At first glance, he believes your obsession with C/N is similar to him with All Might- just an innocent but deep admiration for them

❥ He’ll buy you their merchandise and gift it to you at school (accompanied by some flowers and sweet little cards of course ❤)

❥ He was nervous to do this at first, his crush on you rendering him a stuttering, blushing mess whenever you so much as glanced his way, but he pushed through his anxiety just to see your cute smile and feel your warm hug when he gives you those gifts

❥ He cherishes those moments more than anything, to see you so happy

❥ (Especially because  it was him to make you so excited! Not Kirishima or Uraraka... him)

❥ He’ll binge the entire show as fast as he can and memorize everything he deems as important just so he can chat with you about it at school

❥ “Isn’t C/N so cool?” he asked you, and you had quickly turned to him with a surprised and then starry gaze. “Izuku, you like them too?!”

❥ You were both on a first name basis now ;D (You even gave him a little nickname: ‘Zuku. Let’s just say he was a bit more than ecstatic when you began referring to him in such an informal way. You must really like him! ❤)

❥ And Midoriya, being the delusional little yandere he is, sees this as you both basically dating

❥ You both hang out everyday at school, discussing the show and characters, who your favorites were, how the plot was going, etc.

❥ You see him as one of your closest friends now, and eventually you trust him enough to bring him to your house to chill without your family home ;0

❥ The thing was, Midoriya noticed how you would never invite anyone from school to your house, always brushing it off and just saying how your parents would get angry or how dirty your room was

❥ This was the first time you’d ever invited anyone from U.A. over to your house

❥ His thoughts were running wild as you both walked home together: ‘What’s Y/N’s house like? Will their parents be home? Why have they avoided anyone coming over until now? Have they only invited me because we’re dating? Are... are we going to kiss?????’

❥ (For clarification, even with the dorms in place, over the weekend you like to hang out at home where you’re more comfortable)

❥ “We can re-watch some of the episodes for awhile. I think I also have some snacks...” you grinned, and he memorized every detail of your house as you both made your way to your room

❥ He was greeted with a room filled entirely with C/N merchandise, but caught his attention the quickest was your bed

❥ You had a body pillow of C/N

❥ Now Midoriya, like I said before, is a very delusional yandere

❥ He has excuses for literally everything you do. You love him just as much as he loves you after all!

❥ But this

❥ This he cannot ignore

❥ He was just staring at the pillow with a blank face as his eye twitched

❥ “’Zuku? What's wrong?”

❥ “Hmm?” he hummed, turning towards you. “Oh, nothing! It’s just, um, your pillow...”

❥ You felt your face catch on fire as you moved to block his view as you tried to quickly shove it under your bed. “UHM, HAHA SORRY ‘BOUT THAT I FORGOT IT WAS THERE-”

❥ Midoriya was quiet as he watched you struggle at hiding the pillow

❥ He was thinking

❥ He loved All Might a lot, but he’d never buy a body pillow of him

❥ What type of love did you have for C/N?

❥ “Hey Y/N?” You turned to look at him, but the moment your eyes met you felt a shiver run down your back. Izuku was smiling at you, but his whole vibe was different...

❥ ‘Was he angry?’

❥ “Why don’t we watch a different series today?”

In a nutshell, he’d go along with your character obsession up until you cross the line, and that would be either him finding out about you reading fan fiction of C/N, a body pillow of them, or some... questionable fan art you have of them saved on your phone. Then he’d do anything in his power to distance you from that show, hiding your merchandise and distracting you with more hero-related hobbies, like geeking over pro heroes or training. Just please stop simping over C/N. You’re making the smol boi jealous of a fictional character :( Why can’t you just pay attention to him a bit more?

❄️Shoto Todoroki🔥

❥ Tbh he doesn't really acknowledge your love for this certain character for awhile

❥ All he focuses on is that you look really happy and cute when you talk about this show

❥ That’s all that really matters to him 😊

❥ Similar to Izuku, he’ll buy you all of their merchandise just to see you all adorable and excited

❥ And Todoroki is a rich boi so that’s a plus

❥ Will probably buy u all the expensive merchandise and you’ll just be 🥺️💞💞💞

❥ The only reason he never really gets angry is because he doesn't understand what's so terrible about your little obsession with the show/character

❥ He just sees it as a little hobby of yours that you’re really passionate about

❥ Despite his cold demeanor, Shoto is always trying his best to support anything you do

❥ While he can get very intense as a yandere, we gotta remember this is Shoto we’re talking about

❥ He probably has no clue what simping even is

❥ He only gets bothered when you own a body pillow or compliment C/N looks too much (he doesn’t appreciate you getting so worked up over someone who isn’t him... even though you both aren’t technically dating)

❥ But he wont flip out like Midoriya or Bakugou

❥ If you both are on the couch at the dorms and you're just going on and on about C/N he’d prob just like-

❥ Reach over and grab your hand and just state how cute you are

❥ He’s a bit of an idiot when it comes to flirting, but he notices that whenever he touches you in an affectionate way you sort of freeze up and forget what you're talking about for a few seconds

❥ Because of how supportive Shoto’s been you sorta developed feelings as well 

❥ Cause I mean who wouldn't ;)

❥ He becomes your close supportive weeb friend :D (even if he doesn’t completely understand what a weeb is...) 

❥ But Todoroki doesn't like that title that much

❥ But he’ll take it slow because he loves you and wants you to love him back :)

❥ “I like it when you smile like that, Y/N.”

In a nutshell, Yandere Todoroki is prob the calmest of the three. He doesn't understand how simping works and the idea of you passionately loving a fictional character more than him has never crossed his mind. But he uses your love of the show to get closer to you. Closer and closer and closer-

Until maybe he can just be the one to make you smile, and not just that character from the show :)

[hiddendreamer67]

girl u KNOW im a predictable bitch and need to know everything about Caden and Nameless-Giant-Whom-I-Already-Adore (plus uuuuhhhh caring prompt "let me take a look..." if that gets anything going for ya)

Bro you know I was so hype to get this ask! It seems a lot of people to read more about my bois, who are now officially Caden and Markus. :D

Part 1 | Part 2 (here) | Part 3 | Part 4 tbd

Summary: After being sacrificed by his people to the beasts of the village, Caden finds himself rescued by a giant and taken back to Markus’ campsite.

Word count: 1,604

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“Let’s have a look…” The giant murmured, and once again Caden found himself in front of his scrutinizing gaze. Caden squirmed, not liking the way the massive bonfire made the shadows dance across his captor’s face. He liked it even less when he caught the glint of a knife twice his size in the corner of his eye. “Oi! Sit still, would ‘ya?”

Caden whimpered, trying to do as instructed lest he be punished for disobedience. After all, the fingers curled around him could at any moment squeeze together and crush his ribs. That imagery was terrifying and did nothing to ease Caden’s internal panic.

“Good lords, your heart’s beating faster than a sprite.” The giant sighed, his thumb brushing atop Caden’s chest, taking in the younger boy’s pulse. “Settle down. I’m not going to harm you, alright?”

“Mhmm.” Caden gave a stiff nod, his eyes never leaving the blade clutched in the giant’s other hand, hovering nearby and pointed in Caden’s direction. “What uh… what’s that for, then?”

“Well, I imagine it’s not pleasant being all tied up.” The giant brought the knife closer, his gaze intense in his focus. “Now don’t move and I won’t nick ya.”

“Easy for you to say.” Caden murmured, stiffening as he imagined all the ways the tiniest slip of the giant’s wrist could lose Caden an entire arm; a blade that size was quite the formidable weapon. Nevertheless, Caden did as instructed, breathing as steadily as he could when he felt the steel tool come between his arms and glide along, cutting the thick ropes with ease.

“Told ya.” The giant gave a cocky grin, repositioning to aim for Caden’s legs. This knife cut through the ropes as if they were nothing.

Caden cleared his throat, forcing himself to breathe as he brushed the scraps of rope together. The open palm Caden was cupped in shifted as the giant repositioned to put the knife away.

Of course, Caden wasn’t sure if he was any safer now that he was free of his bonds. After all, Caden was still in the hands of a gigantic stranger, alone in the dangerous woods with no way to defend himself if things turned ugly. What did this giant want with him, anyhow? He seemed… human, or human enough, but given Caden’s track record that didn’t mean he’d be granted any mercy.

The giant hummed, his attention fully on Caden once more, tilting the human back and forth before his eyes. Caden stumbled, grasping one of the nearby knuckles to keep himself balanced. After all, he was still mindful of the fact he was several dozen feet off the ground, even as the giant sat upon the ground. Caden rubbed his arm, unnerved by the sensation of Markus’ fingers occasionally brushing against his side, as if Markus himself wasn’t even fully aware he was doing it.

“You got a name, kid?” The giant asked, first to break the silence.

Caden blinked, not expecting the question. “Um, Caden. My,- my name’s Caden.”

The giant nodded. “I’m Markus.” With introductions out of the way, Markus lowered his palm to the ground, causing Caden to shoot him a confused glance.

“Are you… letting me go?” Caden questioned.

“Letting you go?” Markus raised a disapproving eyebrow, glancing between Caden and the darkened forest surrounding. “Kid, if you want to be torn to shreds, that’s between you and the banshees. The woods aren’t exactly friendly at the best of times, least of all when the sun goes down.”

“O-oh.” Caden flinched, looking to the trees with fright as if the shadows themselves would prove hostile. A loud sigh was heard above him, and Caden felt himself nudged in the back by Markus’ finger.

“I’m just setting ya down, need my hands free.” Markus instructed, watching the human hurriedly depart onto the ground with an amused smirk.

Caden shifted his weight, watching Markus take off his gigantic backpack and set it on the forest floor with a thud, the trembles in the ground making Caden stumble slightly.

“So… what are you doing out here? Do you live here?” Caden glanced around, taking in more of their surroundings. There was the roaring fire in the middle of the clearing (hard to miss, really), and the bag Markus was currently rustling through. And… that was it.

Markus shrugged. “‘For the time being.”

Caden frowned. What a depressing response, after all this clearing wasn’t exactly a home. But then Caden came to the horrible conclusion that even with Markus’ meager possessions and patch of dirt on the ground, Markus was still doing better than himself.

Caden had nothing. He owned nothing save for the clothes on his back, no tools to help him survive out in the wilderness. After all, Caden was never meant to survive. As far as his home was concerned, Caden was already dead. He wouldn’t be welcomed back. In fact, if he tried to return Caden didn’t doubt they would throw him to the beasts a second time, and the next creature to find him was likely to be more bloodthirsty.

It hurt, knowing everyone who had ever known Caden viewed him as a traitor and a liar. Caden had cried out for their sympathy and gotten nothing but blank stares. Who does that? What use were rules that could be exploited so readily? Caden shuddered, thinking of any individuals who were sacrificed before his time. Were they too innocent? How much unnecessary bloodshed was on the elder’s hands?

“Hungry?”

Caden blinked, broken out of his musings by the rumbling tones of Markus’ voice. “Pardon?”

Markus held a scrap of bread between his fingers, to the giant a miniscule portion but to Caden a loaf the size of his head. It was ripped off of a larger loaf still held in Markus’ other hand, clearly what he had been searching for in the bag. Markus offered the scrap in Caden’s direction.

The human paused, carefully considering the offer. He should probably eat, but with the events of the day still weighing heavily on his mind, Caden found himself without much of an appetite.

“Take it.” Markus advised. “It’ll help.” Caden gave him a confused glance, to which Markus only shrugged. “When your burden is heavy, I find it’s best to focus on surviving. Then the rest will follow.”

Caden blinked, surprised at the wisdom in Markus’ words. “Are you a mind reader?” He asked, stepping forward to carefully grasp the bread.

Markus chuckled, releasing the bread into Caden’s grasp. “You’re not exactly subtle with your brooding.” Markus teased, taking a bite of his own loaf almost as large as Caden himself (not a pleasant comparison). “Besides, it’s not hard to guess what you’re thinking with the day you’ve had. I’ve been there.”

Caden bristled, a bit peeved that Markus would pretend to understand his plight. “You’ve been kicked out of the only home you’ve ever known and sacrificed to beasts?”

Surprisingly, Markus gave a nod. “Something like that.”

Caden blinked, having not expected that response. He stammered for a moment, searching for the right words to reply, before settling on none and filling his mouth hesitantly with bread. It was a bit stale, and perhaps flavorless, but with nothing better to do, Caden diligently nibbled on his own loaf. At the same time, Caden tried to tune out the sounds of munching far above his head that did nothing to help Caden’s lack of an appetite.

“I’ve only got one blanket.” Markus spoke up again, drawing Caden’s attention upward to make eye contact. “But you could probably sleep in the bag tonight. Didn’t exactly think to bring tiny accommodations with me wherever I travel.”

“Oh, uh…” Caden glanced at the bag, having not even thought of something as trivial as sleeping arrangements. It hardly felt relevant in the grand scheme of Caden’s current miseries. “I’m not really tired.” He admitted, for despite the exhausting events of the day, Caden was still on edge with the fear of what might happen to him in the night outside the safety of familiar walls. There were the beasts prowling the forest, and Markus himself could still be a very real threat if Caden’s luck turned.

Markus squinted, considering Caden’s response for a moment. “You’re not gonna run off and get yourself killed in the night, are ya?”

Caden took the time to truly consider the question. Of course he didn’t want to get himself killed, but given the opportunity, would Caden run from Markus?

“No.” Caden shook his head with confidence. “Not tonight.”

Markus snorted. “Alright, the offer still stands. Stay near the fire at least, it keeps the rabble at bay.” Having given his last words of advice, Markus pulled the blanket out of his bag, setting the bag closer to the fire for easy access. It was a small detail that Caden appreciated, even if he still didn’t plan to take advantage of it. Markus himself curled slightly around the fire at a distance, almost as a barrier between Caden and the outside world.

Or a way to keep me in, Caden reminded himself. It was easy to forget that Markus was virtually a stranger. Caden knew nothing about this giant or his motives, only that Markus had spared him when it could’ve been so easy to abandon him entirely or kill Caden himself. What did Markus have to gain helping Caden? And what would Markus expect of Caden come morning?

“Goodnight, Caden.” Markus murmured, his eyes closed as he settled in.

Caden sat by the fire, giving his savior a contemplative glance. “...goodnight, Markus.”

[kbuggg3]

~S u p e r n a t u r a l~ CasxReader: “Crazy In Love”

IMAGINE: After risking their lives for a mysterious piece of clay, Sam, Dean, and (y/n) get a call that something happened to Cas at the hospital (s7 e21).

“Well, c’mon Meg! Give us more details! Can you at least tell me if he’s ok?... What do you mean you don’t know?” Sam angrily spoke into the phone and (y/n) and Dean exchanged scared looks as they anxiously waited to hear about the news of their best friend. Approximately an hour before all of this stress and anxiety appeared the Winchester brothers and their closest companion (y/n) Singer were hiding out in an old, abandoned jail staring at the block of clay that lay on the dust covered table.

“So what I’m getting from this is… we risked our lives for a lump of clay?” Sam looked at the girl and shrugged with a reply, “There’s gotta be more to it than just that. I mean, the Leviathans were treating it like Dean treats his car!”

“Hey!” Dean snapped. “Don’t judge me.” Sam just rolled his eyes while (y/n) continued to think aloud. “Maybe there's something inside?” This earned an odd look from Dean and she huffed in frustration. “Wha- Well I don’t know! I’m running out of ideas. That’s all I’ve got goin’ on up here unless one of you can think of something better.” Sam and Dean shared a look then shrugged. “Worth a shot.”

Dean grabbed a hammer and Sam grabbed 3 pairs of goggles, handing them out to each person. After making sure everyone had their protective eyewear on, Dean brought the hammer up into the air and struck hard on the block of clay. The moment the hammer hit the clay, causing pieces to fly everywhere, a crack of lightning, a quick rumbling of thunder was heard, and the rusty building shook for a second. The three looked at one another without speaking a word and Dean soon continued on again. Once again, he struck the clay with the hammer and thunder rumbled and the building shook. “Um is it just me or is-”

“Ya,” Sam cut in, interrupting (y/n). “That’s not normal.” Dean debated whether or not he should continue. Whatever is in this block of clay was important enough that Leviathans were willing to sacrifice their lives for it. This could be something to end the apocalypse and put a stop to the death of mankind forever. With that, Dean repeated the actions of striking the clay with the hammer despite the loud thunder, bright lightning, and violent shaking of the building.

Eventually everything went quiet and all the clay was completely gone. (y/n) opened her eyes and released her tight grip on Sam’s arm while Dean let out a long breath that he didn’t even realize he was holding. The three stare down at what used to be a big pile of nothing and what now appeared to be a tablet. The tablet had golden writings or etching in it but neither one of them could make out what it was saying. It looked as if it were written in another language.

Before any of them could say one word, Dean received an urgent call from Meg that something had happened to Castiel back at the hospital and told them to meet her there ASAP. So that's what they did. Dean stuffed the tablet in a duffle bag and they got into the impala and drove off.

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After they arrive at the hospital and sneak past a few security guards, Sam, Dean, and (y/n) finally make it to the door of Castiel’s hospital room, where Meg stands chewing her finger nails and pacing back and forth. She heard multiple footsteps and looked at the group with a sigh of relief. “It took you long enough. He’s in here.” Meg opened the door and nodded her head, giving them the ‘ok’ to step inside. They walk in and see Cas staring out the window. “Hey, Cas?” The angel slowly turns around, faces them, and replies with a short “Hello, Dean.”

Castiel looks at Sam and smiles softly. “Sam,” he says with a short nod. “Hey, Castiel.” Cas’s eyes move from the tall man to the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen. That’s (y/n) Singer. Of course he has met her before. She is the daughter of Bobby Singer and an old friend of the Winchester family. She was there when Cas first connected with Dean and the taller brother and ever since then he has had feelings for her that he, as an angelic and Godly being, couldn’t quite comprehend.

To a regular human being this was a natural thing, but Cas has never experienced anything like what he experiences when he’s around her. When she flashes her perfect pearly white smile at him, he can’t help but stop mid sentence and stare at her and her beautiful eyes. When she accidentally brushes his shoulder as they pass each other or touches his shoulder as she speaks softly to him or takes his hand for comfort, his face turns color and his stomach feels like he just swallowed a bunch of butterflies. And her laugh… oh her laugh… how it makes him wish he could listen to it forever. The way she scrunches up her nose as she projects this beautiful human noise from her perfect lips makes the corners of his mouth turn up slightly in a way he isn’t all too familiar with. Cas has no idea what was happening to him. If anything, he thought he was sick. But a regular human being would classify that as love. Cas was in love with (y/n).

Cas struggled to find the right words to say as he approached her and stuttered an awkward, “Hello, (y/n).” The girl fought the urge to throw herself onto him and wrap her arms around his neck, breathing in his comforting scent as she embraced him in a big hug. Instead she put a smile on her worried face and spoke to him in the soft, calming tone that he was very fond of. “Cas.” They stared at each other for a while until Dean awkwardly cleared his throat to break some of the tension. “Look at you, walking and talking. That’s great right?”

Cas forcefully peeled his eyes away from the goddess before him and looked at Dean with a goofy smile on his face. The angel approached the oldest Winchester with his pointer finger towards him. “Pull my finger.” Dean looked from the outstretched finger to Cas with a very confused look on his face. “I’m sorry. What?”

“My finger,” Cas explained. “Pull it.” Dean stood there awkwardly for a moment before gripping Castiel’s finger. Cas raised his eyebrows at him as he waited for Dean to pull his finger and sure enough he did. The moment Dean did as he was told, all the lights in the room bursted and everyone jumped at the sudden noise. All of the shattered glass fell to the ground and the group stared at Cas in disbelief as he giggled to himself.

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“So let me get this straight. You said you remember who you are? What are you?”

“Yes of course,” Cas replied. He then gasped and turned around as if he were reminded of something he meant to say a while ago. “Outside today in the garden I followed a honeybee. I saw the welt of flowers. It was all right there! The whole plan! There’s nothing to add.” (y/n) quirked an eyebrow as she watched his gorgeous blue eyes twinkle with excitement like he just got finished riding a roller coaster or running a marathon.

“And he’s been like this for how long?”

“He’s been like that naked guy at the raver ever since he woke up. Totally useless.” Meg replied and the girl just nodded her head in response. “Well, Cas, how are you feeling? Do you feel any different from before?” Cas looked to (y/n) with a look of adoration as he spoke, “Would you just look at her. My caretaker.” The brothers looked to (y/n) with questioning looks as she gave the same look to the clueless angel in front of her. “All of that thorny pain. So beautiful.”

“You’re crazy.” 

“Crazy in love,” Cas said, sighing contently as he continued to stare at her sweetly. Of course (y/n) was flattered by this sudden affection from the angel she’s been crushing on since she first laid eyes on him, but he is obviously not in his normal Cas-like state. For all she knows this could all just be a misunderstanding and when (or if) they get him back to normal he wouldn’t even remember saying those things. After giving out long, awkward hugs and sharing random fun facts about cat penises, Cas revealed how exactly he became like this and that the tablet was The Word of God. “Ok well what does it say?” Cas crossed his arms and stuck out his lip. “No.”

“What the- Cas how old are you? Just read the friggin’ tablet!” Dean yelled frustrated.

“No.”

“Cas I swear on everything sacred if you don’t read this tablet right now so help me i will-”

“ Cas,” (y/n) spoke, cutting Dean off. Cas uncrossed his arms and straightened his posture as his facial features softened.

“Yes, my love?”

“Will you please try your hardest to read this tablet? It is very important that we find out what this says. You may even help save the world if you dooo,” (y/n) bribed, singing the last part. When Cas didn’t respond she pushed a little more. “Please, Cas? It would mean the world. Can you do it for me?” She ran a hand down his arm gently as she batted her eyelashes. Cas was sure his knees were going to give out on him any second now. He grabbed her hand off of his arm and clasped it tight with both of his hands, tucking the tablet under his arm. “I would do anything for you (y/n).

Cas held up the tablet and stared blankly at it for a while. Dean began to grow impatient. “Well?” Cas cleared his throat as he began an attempt in interpreting. “Uhhhh tree…” he looked around at everyone for a second. When no one responded and continued to stare at him, obviously expecting more information, he looked back to the tablet and continued. “Horse. Fiddler crab. I can’t read it. It wasn’t meant for angels.”

“Alright,” Meg cuts in. “This all sounds bad. What are you two idiots doing with the word of God? Let me see that thing.” She takes a step towards Castiel but is stopped when Dean tells her to back off. “C’mon Dean. It’s my life on the line too.” Cas froze and stared at the ground uncomfortably with wide eyes. “I said. Back. Off. Meg.”

“Dang it enough of this ‘demons are second class citizens’ crap!” Cas suddenly cut in saying “Don’t like conflict” and teleported out of the room, letting the tablet drop to the ground and break into 3 pieces. “What the h*ll was that?” Meg just scoffed and crossed her arms. “You heard him. He doesn’t like conflict.” She flashed a cocky smile causing Dean’s jaw to clench and his hands to ball into fists.

“You know what? We don’t have time for this crap. (y/n), you deal with the tablet, Sam, you do research on how to read this friggin’ thing, and I’ll go talk to Cas.”

“Actually, Dean.” (y/n) cut in making Dean stop at the doorway and look at her. “Maybe I should go with you to talk to Cas. You and him do have a special bond but I have a strong feeling that the little amount of patience you have isn’t going to be enough at the moment.” Sam and Meg chuckled slightly but Dean ignored them. “Ya I guess you’re right. Alright. You come with me. Sam, will you please pick up the… “Word of God”? And do not let that demon get the tablet.” Sam looked at Meg awkwardly and shrugged and she rolled her eyes in annoyance.

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After finding Cas in the main room sitting quietly at a table, Dean sat in front of him and tried to talk to him while they played a game of “SORRY!”, requested by the lost angel himself. “Alright, Cas, where can we find this ‘Metatron’ guy? Is he even still alive?”

“I-I’m sorry. I believe you have to go back to start.” (y/n) giggled, earning a glare from the oldest Winchester, making her cover it up with a cough. Dean looked at the board game in front of them on the table where Cas was pointing and begrudgingly moved one of his pieces back to start like instructed. He then proceeded in his attempt to reason with the angel. “Cas, this is important.” Cas once again pointed to the board, signalling that it was now Dean’s turn to pick up a card from the stack that was located in the middle of the board.

Dean angrily picked up a card, read it in his head, threw it down, and moved his piece to where the card told him to. “I think Metatron could stop a lot of bad. Do you understand?” (y/n) could tell he was growing angry and very impatient with Cas. She quietly stood against the wall, watching anxiously. “We live in a sorry universe.” Cas held up a card that said ‘SORRY’ on it and continued to explain.

“It is engineered to create conflict. I mean, why should I prosper from your misfortune?” When he spoke he moved pieces around where they belonged and carried on as if he were simply talking about the weather versus the end of the world as we know it. There was no concern or emotion or feeling in his voice as he talked- whereas Dean and (y/n) held on to every word he said as they listened intently. “But these are the rules. I didn’t make them.”

“You made some of them. When you tried to become God. When you cut that hole in the wall.”

“Dean…” The two sat there looking at each other for a while before Cas continued. “It’s your move.” At this Dean slammed his hand on the board game and swiped it off the table forcefully. “Forget the damn game!” Cas looked down at his lap meekly and (y/n) took this as her que to intervene. “Dean! Woah, woah it’s ok. Calm down.” She put a hand on his arm, soothingly rubbing up and down making Cas stare. His mood quickly changed from shy to jealous as he watched (y/n) comfort Dean instead of him. Dean shook his head and stormed off leaving (y/n) and Cas alone. (y/n) took the seat Dean had previously been sitting in and looked to Cas with desperate eyes. Cas took notice of this and sat up straight with his hands folded on the table, giving her his undivided attention.

“Let's forget the game for one second. Is that ok with you?” Cas cutely looked to the side for a moment as he thought about the answer then nodded his head. (y/n) couldn’t help but smile at him. Although he wasn’t his true self right now she couldn’t help but notice how helpless and adorable he was being. He looked like a lost puppy. “Is there any way at all that you can help us?” Cas sadly shook his head and replied, “I’m sorry (y/n). I really am.” She could hear the sincerity in his voice. “It’s not your fault, Castiel.” He noticed her slumped shoulders and sad expression and thought of ways to try and cheer her up.

“M-Maybe when this whole thing is over with I can take you to a park.” (y/n) laughed making Cas’s cheeks heat up. “The park?”

“Ummm yes? Wait, no. I meant to say the strip club. Or was it the bar?”

“Cas, what are you talking about?” she giggled. “Well, quite some time ago Dean told me that if I liked a girl I should take her out somewhere. That and to wear protection, which is why I bring my angel blade everywhere I go,” Cas stated as a matter of factly and (y/n)’s eyes went wide as she attempted to hold back a laugh. “But it appears to me that I’ve forgotten where exactly I’m supposed to take you.”

“Wait a second. You like me?”

“Duh,” Cas chuckled and snorted as if she had told him a funny joke. “(y/n), I have been very fond of you since the day we met. Over the years you’ve made me feel things that I'm sure no angelic being has ever had the opportunity to experience. At first I was scared I was becoming ill with all the odd sensations in my stomach when you’d laugh or the muscle pains in my cheeks from smiling so much when you’d speak to me or even my face getting hot when you’d accidentally touch my shoulder. But after getting some professional advice from Dean I realized that I am truly in love with you.”

(y/n) had no idea what to say. She couldn’t believe that the angel she had fallen for after all these years had confessed to being in love with her. “Well in that case, maybe you’d like to take me to the ‘Bow Tie Bar’ right down the street here sometime.” Cas looked up, surprised that she accepted his invitation and nodded quickly. He was like a kid in a candy store. “Alright then. It’s a date.” A big smile made its way to Cas’s face along with a red tint to his cheeks. “D-Date. Right. Yes.” (y/n) laughed at his nervous stuttering and they sat in a comfortable silence for a moment. She then watched as his smile slowly faded and his eyebrows knitted together in confusion. “Um, (y/n)?”

“Yes, Castiel?”

“Why exactly does the bar have a bow tie?”

[monkeydlesbian]

hi, baby! i was wondering if i could request a sero / denki and / or kirishima imagine / headcanons where they walk into the s/o crying about her body? and maybe try console her or something? if not that’s completely find and understandable. have a good night/ day. <3 ~ 🦆

of course you can bae!! ty so much for requesting! i’m sorry these are late and a bit shorter but i still hope you like them 🥺♡︎

i also made the reader gender neutral and i didn’t go into too much detail about the bodies!

warnings: insecurities, crying, but a lot of fluff!

hanta sero

SOFTIE ROMANTIC ASF!!!!!

first i’d like to start off by saying hanta sero’s world literally revolves around you.

i feel like he’s such a sucker for everything about you and he cares about people, especially his partner, so so much.

he genuinely thinks you’re the prettiest and most beautiful thing this world has ever seen, and he MEANS THAT!!!

so, when he walks in on you curled up in a little ball on the floor, sniffling and your head buried in your hands, he’s immediately by your side asking you what’s wrong.

as you tell him your concerns about yourself, he’s petting your hair, rubbing his hands down your back, doing literally anything he can to help soothe you as you talk about this sorta thing.

i definitely feel like he’ll sympathize with you, because i feel like his elbows might have given him some insecurities in the past.

he reassures you in the cutest and most practical way.

“what are you doing right now?”

“um.. crying?” you say, with a snotty laugh.

“no no no,” he chuckles and backtracks. “where are you going in life? what are you doing right now with your life? because that body,” he squeezes your arms for emphasis. “is helping you do just that!”

you smile and he pecks you on the lips.

“my elbows are ugly as hell, sweetheart,” you throw your head back and laugh. “but they made me into the hero i am today. the part of my body that i hated the most is what gave me the ability to save people.”

sero is insanely good at reassuring people, you’re sure he has a second quirk or something.

because the way he said it makes sense like you understand where he’s coming from now.

even if you still continue to have doubts and insecurities about your body, sero is going to be there 110% of the time to help reassure you that you are BEAUTIFUL, and that nothing will stop him from loving you.

because you’re his baby! the love of his life! he loves you so much, please never forget that.

denki kaminari

clueless bby,,,,, oml.

i feel like kaminari is in a constant state of “head empty, thoughts s/o hot.”

he is just wholeheartedly head over heels for you and there’s nothing you can do about it.

he just loves you!!! so much!!! you’re literally the hottest thing he’s ever seen!!! how could anyone not love you!!!!!

and the moment you voice your insecurities to him and say how you’re feeling about your body, i genuinely believe he’s gonna be confused as hell.

like,,, you’re the most gorgeous thing he’s ever laid his eyes on,,,, but you don’t see that.

“what’re you talking about, babe? you’re literally hot as hell.”

“😐 denki-“

“i’m being SERIOUS, you’re literally the most beautiful thing on this earth, i mean that.”

“🥺 denki-“ SHJSFJHFJSJS

i know for sure that kaminari is one cheeky motherfucker, so his love language is most definitely touch.

i guarantee you he’s going to show you how much he loves you by kissing you, touching you, and holding you in all of the places you’re insecure about.

ur tummy? he’s kissin it.

ur cute booty? he’s givin it a lil squeeze.

it literally doesn’t matter what it is, he can and will physically show you how much he absolutely adores you!!!!

eijirou kirishima

SCREAAAMMMM!!!!!

god what a little attentive and kind baby he is.

sometimes when you’re upset he’ll notice something is wrong even before you do.

like. you won’t even get the chance to figure out what’s upsetting you before kirishima is asking you what’s wrong and what he can do to help.

like bro do u have a sixth sense or smthn?????

kirishima is such a kind soul in my opinion; he’s so generous and he’s always so kind to others no matter what.

i don’t rlly pay attention to astrology but Libra Tingz!

so when kirishima sees you sitting on your bed, face buried in your pillow as you’re crying... oh boy.

i don’t wanna say that he’s much of a coddler, but at the same time how could he not be 😭.

oh god he’s just sit on the bed and he’s gonna wrap his arms around you and he won’t even ask what’s wrong until you’ve calmed down a little bit because he figured you’d need to let this out.

once you’re done crying, he’s shifting you into his lap and you’re burying your head into one of his shoulders, just taking all of him in.

“what’s wrong, love?” he asks softly, soft breaths hitting your temple as he rests his lips there.

since you’ve calmed down, you start to open up about why you’re insecure and how your body makes you feel, and he’s nodding and humming along at what you say to let you know he’s listening.

babey’s hands have been resting on your hips for the whole time, rubbing warm and reassuring circles there with his thumbs.

once you’re done, he lifts your head up by your chin to look him in the eye, and he’s giving you a sweet and long kiss on the lips.

i feel like kirishima is the type to be super thankful people can trust him with certain things, so for you to open up to him about this, it means the world to him.

“thank you for trusting me with this, baby,” he starts, smiling and pecking you on the cheek.

“you’re so beautiful, even if you don’t feel like it, you know that right? i love you so much, nothing’s gonna change that.”

“you mean that?” you say with pleading eyes; kirishima feels his heart squeeze.

“of course! i’ll tell you every day if i have to,” he says with a grin, squeezing your hips playfully. you giggle at the stupid smile on his face and he feels himself almost sigh in relief.

kirishima will do literally anything and everything for his partner, whether it be something as small as cleaning up for them or giving them constant words of reassurance.

he loves you so very much, you mean the WORLD to him, and don’t you ever forget that!!!

[ask-sakamaki-kanato]

Small Gift

Note: This is my very first time writing any fan-fiction! I lack many things but I still have a tiny hope that someone will enjoy this short story I’ve come up with.

[In the city]

Yui went alone to the city to buy some ingredients for French Crepes. It’s almost time for dinner. The weather is warm and the sky is still bright since it’s middle of June.

Yui POV:

- Eggs, milk, sugar and butter… alright! I’ve got everything needed.

Looks at the clock tower.

- Oh..! It’s almost time for dinner. I better go back to manor soon - Reiji-san might be mad if I be late.

Yui starts walking faster. She almost walks past the toy shop. But she comes back and stares at the displayed stuffed animal toy.

- What a pretty plushie..

She stares at it for quite awhile, analyzing every detail of the toy. It was a lilac purple rabbit plushie.

It had two adorable long ears. Eyes were light green and eyepatch on the right eye. The eyepatch was dark purple with yellow moon along with 2 small stars. Three big stars were on its’ face. The toy had a ruffled purple collar too.

Yui’s eyes went slowly to the bottom until it stopped on the price tag.

- *backs off a little* S-so expensive…?!

She stares silently at the doll drowned in her thoughts.

The Church bells bring her back to reality.

- !!! It’s alright 6 p.m? I need to go back.

Yui leaves quickly leaves before she comes back and enters the shop.

She comes out after a minute.

- I- I did it… I bought this plushie spending most of the leftover money that Reiji-san gave me….

- B- but! At least I will be able to make Kanato-kun happy with this doll.. - Yui says as she walks back to the manor of Sakamakis. (She’s not rushing because she knows she’ll be scolded by Reiji anyway)

[In the manor, after dinner]

Yui in front of Kanato’s room.

- {Okay! You can do this. We just ate dinner but I’m sure Kanato-kun would love to have some pancakes. I will give him the doll after that}

She knocks on the door.

- Kanato-kun can I come in?

- …

- Weird.. maybe he’s busy. I guess I’ll come later.

As she turns back she feels a familiar scent.

- AH..!!

Kanato was standing there.

- So noisy… Did you see a ghost?

…What are you doing in front of my room? Don’t you think it’s inappropriate?

- I- I’m sorry..! I just made some pancakes and wanted to have some together.

Kanato silently glares at Yui. After a moment he hugs Teddy tightly while tilting his head slightly.

- Heh…. Is that so? Hey Teddy.. you want some pancakes, right? Heh heh.. yes, I wanted something sweet, too.

Yui smiles and leans closer to Teddy.

- Teddy, let’s eat my pancakes together! Three of us <3

- What are you doing..?

- Eh?

- WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!

- !!!

- Please don’t talk to Teddy so friendly!!!

- I’m sorry..

- Don’t just stand there. Let’s go inside.

[In Kanato’s room, after eating pancakes]

- How was it Teddy? Did you like the French Crepes? Heh… they weren’t that bad….

- {Kanato-kun seems happy..} U-um Kanato-kun!

- Yes? What is it, Yui-san?

- Could you come to my room later? Please!

- Are you ordering me around?

- No! That’s not it..

- … Well whatever. I’ll come.

- ! Thank you Kanato-kun! Then, I’ll be waiting.

Yui leaves.

- Hey, Teddy.. do you think Yui-san wants to give me her blood? Heheh… I can’t wait to taste it again.

[Yui’s room]

- {Phew! I feel so much better after bath. I wonder when will Kanato-kun come.. huhu, I can’t wait to see his reaction when I give him this lovely plushie!}

- Yui-san.

- AHH!!

- … You’re screaming again.

- Oh, sorry…

- {Did she take a bath? I smell shampoo.. and her blood, too. Hurry up and give me your blood.} So?

- Oh yeah! Here c:

Yui gives Kanato a stuffed rabbit toy.

- !

…What is it for?

- I found this in a toy shop today. When I saw this I immediately thought of you, Kanato-kun!

- This is.. for me?

- Yeah! {Now, smile!}

- Thank you.

- Eh? {That’s it?}

- Is there something wrong?

- Um.. no….

- Then if there’s nothing else I’ll be leaving.

- Oh, okay.. Goodnight.

- Goodnight.

[Yui’s room, in bed]

- Hah… I’m so tired. Not only did I get scolded by Reiji-san but also Kanato-kun didn’t seem to be that happy about the gift. Does he hate rabbits? It was a really cute doll, though. I really wanted to see him smile.

[The next day, Yui’s room]

- It’s already late. You shouldn’t be in bed too long even if it’s weekend. Please get up.

- Mmh..? Oh, Reiji-san. Good morning.

- Good grief. Change to your daily clothes Yui-san. Oh and could you please wake up Kanato-kun? I will be going to the city soon to buy some stuff.

- Alright!

[In front of Kanato’s room]

Yui knocks the doors.

- Good morning Kanato-kun! It’s time to wake up~

- …

- I guess he didn’t hear me? I should go inside.

Yui opens doors.

- Excuse me-

Yui saw Kanato sleeping like an innocent boy. At that moment she had forgotten all the bad things that happened yesterday and she smiled brightly. She saw Kanato-kun sleeping with Teddy and the rabbit doll in the middle of them.

She quietly left his room. Her day started out great! She couldn’t be happier than to see Kanato dearly treating the doll she gave him as a gift.

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being Steve’s best friend and dating Robin

Robin Buckley x fem!reader

warnings:

a/n:

prompt: anonymous: “Hello could i request headcanons for dating robin buckley and being steves best friend ? ( Fem reader )”

steve set you guys up 100%

“y/n i know this cute girl and i really think you’d hit it off”

“okay but does she like girls?”

“she does!!!”

“holy shit, harrington, you’re a godsend”

being terrified to meet her, which i guess you guys had in common

but steve just pushed you right up to her and stood there waiting for something to happen

“well? don’t leave me in suspense here! y/n, this is robin, robin, this is y/n”

“h-hi it’s nice to meet you...”

“yeah, you too. uh, i obviously wasn’t very prepared for this, but um, do you want to go over to the movie theater? see what’s playing?”

you agreed and left steve behind, but when you looked back, steve had both his thumbs up and was very proud of what he had accomplished

you and robin went to watch a movie and went to the food court to get a snack while you discussed what you’d just viewed

“im just saying, there was no way indiana jones could survive for so long with all the reckless things he’s done!”

“i mean, we still have steve...”

you laughed so hard your pop almost came out of your nose

you and robin exchanged numbers and went home for the night, but as soon as you got back to your house, you called steve

“heyyy how’d it goooo?”

“it was amazing”

“i told you! did you get her number?”

“that i did, steve harrington, that i did”

“well what are you on the phone with me for?! call her!”

he hung up on you

after you got ready to go to sleep, your phone rang and you picked it up

“hey, it’s robin! sorry if im calling a little too soon. i had a great night...i was wondering if we could go out again sometime?”

“what about putt-putt golf on saturday?”

“yes! i’d love that, i’ll talk to you soon!”

steve just constantly teasing you bc he can tell you reaaaally like her

putt-putt!

she was much better than you

you hit your ball and it landed in a fountain :(

she couldn’t stop laughing

robin was so happy around you

obviously, she won

“i let you win”

“oh my god, you and steve are the sane person!”

leaving putt-putt to get some ice cream

“you have something on your nose, let me just...”

she wiped off your nose and gave you a kiss

very sweet (and im not talking about the ice cream)

robin was blushing a LOT afterwards but u thought it was adorable

“that was nice...can i get another?”

after that night, you and robin were officially dating and steve was like your little cheerleader

and third wheel, but you and robin loved him all the same

“you two are so cute together, we need jonathan to come take some pictures of you two”

you actually did have a few polaroids of you and robin hanging up in your room

and a box of keepsakes, like movie tickets, letters, and anything else that would remind you of her

you guys always had the cutest dates

she’d play her trumpet for you sometimes, usually as a joke

soft cuddle sessions

bonus make out sessions

robin said “i love you” first

you were riding your bikes in the middle of the night and she yelled it

it was amazing

it echoed

it made a few dogs in the neighborhood bark

but you guys found a hill and laid out to watch the stars

and STEVE just loved calling after all your dates to get all the details

“she said she loved you?! aww that’s adorable, you two are the cutest couple in hawkins!”

taglist: @locke-writes // @queenofthehairharrington // @praellee // @bonniesbabybunnie // @lotsoffandomrecs //

[hqxreader]

OFC I LOVE THEM TAYLOR <333 🥰🥰🥰 your writing always makes me happy! these let me check up on ur hydration journey too 😤

So hear me out part 3 of saichi n idol reader

Sachi’s with a new intern and he notices hes a y/n stan and he says I can help u get tickets to their next fan meet if you want and hes like “OWO PLS DO U KNOW HER? IS IT TRUE SHE DATED YOUR BROTHER” and now Sachi has gotten enough of it and goes “she’s dating me not my brother” and the intern is like ‘Yeah dont we all wish that’ and continues his rounds. Then later on y/n comes in with her groupmate’s pupper like ‘owo they vomited on shoot bby pls help’ and ofc our baby saichi does and is like ‘Kiss me as payment then’ then y/n is like ‘????’ but kisses him anyway in front of the intern qwq (sprinkle in a i love you, puppy/peanut and I will be the happiest person) am so sorry taylor head empty only thoughts of the underrated king Sachi vmwlkfopwf pls just tell me if ur sick of it I don’t wanna be a bother ;;;;

AHH I’M SO HAPPY YOU LOVE THEM 😭😭😭 lemme go wipe my tears away real quick, damn onions. Went to the barn today so I’m staying hydrated 👍🏼

Peanut is used specially for the other Sachi series (i need a name for that, maybe i’ll just call it peanut or something idk y’all, hirugami fic series can’t stay forever) SO I used puppy instead! That’s so cute too 🥰

Series Masterlist

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Sachi’s new intern, Endo, was a pretty good kid overall, he listened to instructions, remembered what he learned in school and what Sachi had been teaching him. Sadly that was just vet stuff, when it came to other matters he was something else. 

Sachi noticed when Endo was fixing his shoe laces he was wearing a pair of your socks that has little pictures of you on them. ‘You had a sock line..?’ he thought before pushing it away. “Hey Endo,” he spoke up, “Are you a fan of y/n?”

Oh the boy went bonkers over you. “Oh my gosh yes!! She’s so beautiful and such an amazing kind person...” he continued to ramble off about you and your talent. Sachi knew more about you than just that, but he just smiled and nodded along with the young adult. 

“Well hey, I can probably get you some tickets to her next fan meet if you want to go-”

“-WAIT REALLY DR. HIRUGAMI YOU COULD DO THAT FOR ME??!! YOU KNOW HER??”

“Well yeah, we’re-”

“-OH MY GOSH I FORGOT THAT’S RIGHT!! IS IT TRUE SHE AND YOUR BROTHER DATED??”

Poor babes take 1,000 (more like 3 but yeah haha)

At this point Sachi’s fed up with people asking him if you and his brother dated, you said on live tv that you weren’t, hell you even said you were dating him! What was the confusion about?!

“No, Endo, she really is dating me, not lying.”

Our (not so favorite cause course our favorite intern is María <3) intern just lightly punched his shoulder, “you’re pretty funny Dr. Hirugami, we all have dreams. Alright, I’m gonna go finish my rounds for the animals in the back, see ya!”  

He wants a new intern.

~little time skip thanks to Sachirou being the amazing man he is~

Sachi’s in his office doing some paper work when he gets a knock on the door. He tells the person to come on in and to his surprise and delight, it’s you! 

You come in with a little pooch and explain the story of why you came in to see him. “We were shooting this one scene, and Buster got sick in the middle of it, I told the crew I knew a great vet that would fix him up, and they sent me on my way here. So um.. can you help?” 

Sachi couldn’t resist when you gave him puppy dog eyes, and he wouldn’t have said no anyway. “Of course, let’s take him to an examination room and see what’s going on.” 

After the little pooches examination, Sachi tells you there’s nothing he can honestly do since the dog ate a bunch of gross stuff, you’ll just have to wait for him to puke it all back up. 

Once you two figure out everything you should do to help the dog out, you step out to into the hallway and then you remember a detail of how the vet system works, “Oh yeah, I need to pay you for this, I guess just go to the front desk?”

When Sachi sees his intern standing a little ways behind you reading a file, he smirks, “Nah, a kiss is all the payment I need from you.”  

You were a bit concerned, a kiss? Really? But you went along with whatever your boyfriend had planned and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Just a kiss?” “Yup, just a kiss.” 

So you two kiss (i’m sorry i can’t write a halfway decent kiss if it were to save my life) and when Sachi pulls away, he whispers, “I love you, puppy.” 

You feel your face warm up and just as you’re about to respond, I wonder who interrupts  

“WOAH! DR. HIRUGAMI, YOU WEREN’T LYING EARLIER! WAIT, L/N Y/N OH MY GOSH!” 

Sachi leans his forehead against yours and mumbles, “This is my intern, he adores you, please give him tickets or something, he’s even wearing your darn socks.”

and you can’t help but laugh, gotta love the idol life.

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I hope you enjoyed! 💕

Taglist: @akasgisrightsactivist @yams046 @sunarincakes @kkoalaworld @sachirou-senpai @osamusriceballz @edvigelacivetta @tris-does-stuff @ylxxia @kageyuji @isentsworld @aaakaaashii @ahkaahshi @sachrious @pretty-setters

[celestialflamesme]

| ROMEO, ROMEO, WHY ARE YOU ROMEO? | A Rowen One-shot | Fairy Tail |

Ships: Wendy Marvel x Romeo Conbolt

Tag list: @primaverafrog @luna-chan00 @biorckstudios18 @animaration-fts @cxndy-stxrs Excuse my horrible writing, I'm super drowsy coz of meds😅

Fairy Hills was the prettiest apartment ever (but maybe she was biased because she lived there) Wendy was currently out on her balcony, legs propped on the arms of her chaise and admiring the lovely hedge walls she'd help trim (Erza-nee got a little too excited with the hedge-scissors)

"I still can't believe you did that," Chelia guffawed.

Wendy replayed last week's events in her mind, wincing yet again.

...........

Working at Fairy Tail was like a dream come true. Wendy had come upon it by chance when her old Academy shut down without any warning. She blamed herself for what'd happened and was this close to giving up on theatre and dancing when Erza-nee decided to intervene.

"Work on that spin ONE MORE TIME! MORE PASSION!" Erza yelled, wielding the script as if it were a sword. (She might be scary at times, but Onee-san meant well.)

Chelia harrumphed through the call. "This is taking foreverrrrr."

"Chelia, you've been playing Among us for 2 hours." Wendy sighed, "You're one to talk about taking long."

"But I WANT TO TAKE YOU TO THIS CUTE CAFÈ!! WITH CATS!!"

"Half an hour moreee." The bluenette groaned. "Plus I still can't get this spin right!"

"Ah, that's why you've been working so hard," Wendy did not like how smug her friend sounded. "Isn't this the part where you meet the Soldier?"

Of course! Chelia, as her 'Official best-friend and Matchmaker!' would never rest until she found "love".

Unfortunately for her, Wendy, as a rule, was usually unbothered by romance of any sort.

It wasn't like she hated the idea; she found it quite adoreable that her friends growing up found 'their lobsters'. Some had their heart broken but they still tried with all they had, a fact that made it really hard to hate romance. (She was saying 'romance' way too much, wasn't she?)

The point was, she just didn't think she? was? a? well-suited? romantic? partner? In pre-school, the idea of a prince riding on a white horse and carrying her away made her:

A: Nauseous, because well, motion-sickness.

B: Wary, because "Porly-san said that if a stranger was to ever talk to her, she had to use the pepper spray in the left corner pocket of her backpack and if that didn't work, Erza-nee's pocket-knife would do just fine!" (Her teacher almost fainted that day.)

Well that and she'd never had a relationship to begin with, ever.

Crushes, sure. She'd had a few over the years. But considering her lack of courage? Or maybe it was the combined elder brother influence of Natsu-nii, Gajeel-nii and Erza-nee that scared away most boys. (Her last crush was scarred for his life....)

And it wasn't like she had time for it too, considering her full-time job at Fairy Tail.

She was daydreaming again. Moving on....

She deadpanned, "Yes. That's the only reason I need to get this right. Not because the entirety of Magnolia will watch it."

"Glad to know!" Chelia clapped her hands gleefully. "Now, as Ooba san says, 'SPIN MY LOVELIES!!" And she cut the call.

The bluenette was a little worried about her new partner. Practice for the new play had begun 3 weeks ago and there was no sight of him (or her, Erza refused to divulge any details...) Apparently they were from another Academy and were joining practice tomorrow. And despite herself, Wendy really really wanted to prove herself to them.

Being the youngest didn't mean she was any less talented than the others, and she'd be damned if she gave anyone any reason to prove otherwise.

"NOW FROM THE TOP!!"

Wendy spun back and forth on her feet and as the beat began playing, she twirled and reached her hand out in a grabbing motion-

Anndddd she just punched a guy in his face.

"SHIT!!"

"FUCK, I'M SORRY!!"

.............

Her new partner, Romeo (Romeo from theatre, lol) insisted he was fine and that it was his fault for interrupting her routine. He also complimented her punch (Who does that?!!)

Or maybe he really wanted her to stop crying. (He had a nose-bleed!! She caused it!!! Was that not reason enough to cry?!)

She sniffled. "BUT SERIOUSLY, ARE YOU ALRIGHT?! CAN I GET YOU ANOTHER BAG OF ICE?! I'M SO SO SORR-"

Romeo broke into a fit of laughter, making her blush (His laughter sounded like chiming bells. Was she even supposed to get attracted to partner's voices that way?)

Once his laughter subsided, a boyish smirk stretched lazily across his face at her pout.(Dear Mavis, he looked so pretty....)

"Romeo, at your service, ma'am!" He kissed the back of her hand. (Did she accidentally punch herself too? Was this all a hallucination?)

She spluttered, "U-uh Hi Wendy! SHIT," she dragged a hand across her face, making him chortle again, "I'm Wendy!"

................

The bluenette grumbled, "It's been 2 days, get over it."

"Nahhhh. I think I'll just let you drown in embarrassment for a few weeks," Her best friend swung her legs from where she was seated on the window ledge. "Ohhhh Ohhhh cute boy alert!"

"Uh-huh, sure," Wendy was too busy petting her kitten to pay her friend any attention.

"Anywho, how's the practice coming along? Is it awkward now between you two?" Chelia teased. Wendy gave a deadpan look and stroking Carla's fur, she mumbled, "We went out for lunch yesterday."

"WENDY MARVELL!!"

"CHELIA BLENDY!!! MY EARS!!!"

"Sorry," Chelia blushed. "Why the heck didn't you tell me this GODDANGIT?!!"

"Well uh." It was now Wendy's turn to blush. "I-"

"Cute guy keeps cycling past us. I think he's looking at you." Chelia commented with a raised eyebrow.

"Wait what?" Wendy tilted her head toward the wall separating Fairy Hills and the garden. Which is when her eyes met his own.

And Romeo, fair Romeo, crashed into the hedges.

..........

Both girls flinched. Wendy jumped off her seat and rushed downstairs, ignoring Chelia's surprised yelling.

"What are you doing here?!" She squeaked.

"We have got to stop meeting like this," Romeo groaned from where he was sprawled on the ground, "It's really not good for my lifespan and my ego."

Despite herself, she let out a giggle. "Get up, you...." Helping him up and dusting the weeds off his shoulders, she sighed. "You live nearby?"

"Well...."

"Do I even wanna know what you were doing cycling around here?" She rested her hand on her hip and raised a brow at his now perplexed expression. "Go on, I have all day."

"I was visiting a friend and uh, saw you at your balcony and wanted to say hi?" He scratched his neck, now colored pink. "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable."

She huffed, "What am I going to do with you?" He looked at her with his little puppy dog-eyes (Drat. Foiled again!) and she gave in and smiled. "Let's get you cleaned up."

........

Seven minutes later, Romeo was sitting on her bed petting Carla, who'd taken a liking to him and ganging up on Wendy with Chelia.

"And the next second, she marches up to him and goes 'Excuse me, sir. But my friend wants a picture of your face. S-wait, WITH your face. FUCK, I MEAN WITH YOU!!' " Both were smacking the bed and laughing like there was no tomorrow.

Wendy groaned, her face buried in her hands, "Getting you two together was a bad idea."

"Aww, look at the widdle bluebug." Romeo teased.

"Cute, ain't she?" Chelia cheered. "So, when's the wedding?"

Pause.

"C-CHELIA!!"

"U-UM W-WEDDING?"

Chelia had a smug look on her face that Wendy did not like. "Well duh. You're his Juliet and he's your Peter Pan. Perfect, ain't it?!" She clapped her hands in delight.

Wendy felt like she was in a sauna with the way her face was heating up. One look at Romeo and she knew he felt the same.

"WHO RUINED MY PRECIOUS STRAWBERRIES?!!" A voice bellowed.

Chelia rushed to the window and turned to look at both with a pale face. "Uh oh, Titania's angry."

Romeo was visibly confused and scared for his life. Wendy felt faint.

"Haha, gotta go now guys! Bye Wen!" Chelia escaped through the door before Wendy could register her words.

"WHAT KIND OF FRIEND ARE YOU?!"

"The kind that doesn't want to die!" Her voice echoed from where she was downstairs. Damn it.

She locked gazes with Romeo. "I'll go assess the damage. You stay right there."

Romeo nodded.

She tiptoes into the garden, only to find Erza wielding a katana and looking deadly as ever.

"E-Erza-nee?"

The red-head turned to look at her with a menacing aura. Wendy gulped.

"What-what happened?" She dared ask.

"My precious strawberries are ruined." (Sure enough, the bush was uprooted. Oh dear.) Erza pointed at Romeo's bike with her katana. "The culprit will return for their bike and when they do, I WILL END THEM!!"

Well, there went any chance of negotiations. O-okay Erza-nee. I'll be upstairs if you need me."

Romeo had an eager look on his face when she returned. "So? What's the status?"

"Romeo," she stated calmly, "I mean this in the nicest way possible. You're dead."

He blanked. "Shit."

..........

"Operation: Run Romeo Run begins now, what's your status Little Boy Blue?" Wendy whispered through her earpiece. (Warren had given her a set for emergency situations.)

"In position, Tinker bell," Romeo's voice echoed through the other end. "You may begin!"

"ERZA-NEE, I MADE YOU SOME CAKE!!"

Sure enough, Erza rushed into the kitchen like her life depended on it, "Which kind?!!"

"Operation Stage 2 is a go, Boy Blue!" She whispered.

"This is DELICIOUS, Wendy!!" Erza nodded proudly. "I'll take it with me!'"

"NO!!!"

Erza narrowed her eyes suspiciously, "Why?"

"Be-because," Wendy stuttered, "I want to practice that spin once again!"

"Wendy," Erza grabbed her by her shoulders, "Dance hours are over. As a young girl, you must try socialising with your peers instead of practicing day and night. You'll tire yourself."

"I've reached the garden," Romeo said. "Is stage 3 a go?"

She hummed. Of course, both didn't anticipate-

"INTRUDER!! KILL MODE!!!" A siren rang in the distance and Wendy gulped.

She faintly registered a yelp from her earpiece.

Erza let out a war-cry and stalked outside.(Poor, poor Romeo) "THE INTRUDER IS HERE!! GET HIM!!"

Wendy shuddered, "RUN ROMEO RUN!!"

"I'M TRYING!!!" He squeaked, "SHE LOOKS LIKE SHE'S GOING TO KILL ME!!"

"COME HERE AND FIGHT ME LIKE A TRUE WARRIOR, YOU FIEND!!!" Erza bellowed.

She leaned towards the window and watched as Erza chased Romeo (He was riding a bicycle and yet Erza was gaining in on him.)

"If I ever get out of this alive," Romeo groaned, "Would you go out with me?"

Wendy was grinning when she said, "Someone's gotta keep an eye on you, anyway."

...........

[sweetbunnykook]

Q&A WITH 🐰: OY JK

A/N: Thank you to everyone who submitted a question for my first ever Q&A session with a character. Enjoy!

Bunny: Welcome to the first ever Q&A marathon starring my first yandere that I created on my blog, OY Jungkook! We have many readers send in questions they want him to answer and they have all been amazing; thank you for participating. Anything said in this interview will not be held against Jungkook whether it is from the readers or from him. This interview is a law-free zone, considering the context of his…activities in the story. Now, please give a round of applause for our cute but scary guest!

OY JK, beaming and bowing: I’m happy to be here, thank you for inviting me. I’m excited to talk about noona and I.

Bunny: Even if it’s NSFW?

OY JK: Especially if it’s NSFW.

Bunny, laughing: Let’s get started shall we? First question! Reader gucieguciekook said: “Hmm, oy!jk. What if Noona leaves you because of your unhealthy clinginess and constant need for intimacy and validation? OMG I LOVE U BUNNY”. Hahaha, I love you too!

OY JK: Phew, that’s a heavy one right off the bat. I think noona always appreciates me asking her for love and attention. Sure she gets a little annoyed sometimes when I’m upset that she’s more into her work than me, but I know when to back off a little bit so she comes after me for a change. I wouldn’t say my clinginess is unhealthy, just unordinary. So leaving is out of the question and I’ll do anything to stop that from happening. I’m a lucky man to be able to say we’re both equally obsessed with each other.

Bunny: I see…relationships are hard but as long as you love each other, it’ll be okay. Right?

OY JK, nodding: That’s right.

Bunny: Next question. From anonymous: “jk how do you picture your wedding with noona?”

OY JK, grinning: How much time do we have on this show?

Bunny: Plenty.

OY JK: Okay, to start off with, I want a small, intimate wedding with a limited number of guests so noona won’t be overwhelmed and it won’t bring back memories of her old wedding that shouldn’t have happened. Seokjin would be banned of course because he’ll just bring bad luck. As for decorations…she really likes peonies and orchids so I want the tables, the aisle, and the bouquet to be matching although the bouquet would be more beautiful because noona deserves the best. I want chandeliers and fairy lights too but nothing too bright and flashy. I’ll have a white suit on and she can pick a soft cloudy dress with a long tail, maybe something with chiffon and silk. No lace on anything except the veil. She might be pregnant by then so there must be a carpet and no dangerous areas like fountains and cliffs…actually, it might be a church wedding because she grew up religious and mother-in-law might like me better for that idea. For our rings, we’re getting them engraved and I’ll get a plain band and she’ll have the prettiest diamond from Cartier. We’ll serve cocktails and savory dinner items like roasted duck and lobster salad…but it depends on the season so I’ll have to wait until then.

Bunny: It seems you’ve thought about the wedding in detail.

OY JK, blushing: S-sorry, I tried to keep it brief.

Bunny: Oh it’s okay, I love the engraved wedding bands and flowers. Do you think noona would be thrilled?

OY JK: More than thrilled. I think she’d appreciate how much attention I’m putting into the smaller details. Noona is enthusiastic about beauty and I wanted to live up to her standards.

Bunny: That’s so sweet of you. Okay…next eyebrow-raising question from anonymous: “i see nsfw so i ask - koo what’s your favorite position with noona?”

OY JK: “I-I um…I like it when I’m sitting up and she’s on top so I can look at her face and play with her nipples. I can also hold onto her waist and control how fast or slow she wants it. B-But I also like missionary because noona gets to relax a-and I’m grateful that I can worship her body from head to toe in that position. It’s hard to pick a favorite when I’m just happy I get to touch her.”

Bunny: Is it hot in here or is it just me? Next question from stressedinmedschool257: “OY JK: will noona ever go with you to a shoot and will you ever ask to take pictures of her?? I’ve been seeing a lot of cute couple pictures like this and I think it’d be so cute to see you two doing it.”

OY JK, relieved his semi-boner is given a break: She’s been my muse since before we were in a relationship and it’s common for noona to model for me. I just keep the photos for myself. When she leaves work early or her vacation days coincide with my shooting days, I like to take her with me too. I gave her one of my cameras to use and she’s already taking pictures on her own hahaha, I think she’ll surpass my skills one day. We take a lot of photos on our dates too and the fridge in my studio has a few of our polaroid photos stuck onto it with magnets.

Bunny: That’s so cute! I’d love to see the couple photos another time. The same person is wondering about Taehyung and his girlfriend: “OY JK: have you ever met Tae’s assistant before?? If so, what did you think of her?? If not, do you want to or does Tae tell you enough about her???”

OY JK: Thank you, swing by my studio and I can give you a peek. No pictures please, for the sake of noona’s privacy. For Tae…I actually haven’t met his assistant before but we’ve talked on the phone and I’ve seen a photo of her. She seems very nice and genuine and I think Tae would appreciate someone who can keep up with him, you know he’s always traveling and it’s hard to get him to sit still. She’s head over heels for him and I think she’s great although I won’t hold my breath if she chooses to leave. Tae can be…difficult so I hope the best for her. I don’t tell them everything about noona so I only listen to what they want to tell me. Relationships are hard.

Bunny: Maybe one day I’ll have Taehyung join us in a Q&A.

OY JK, giggling: It’d take a miracle for him to do anything fun but I’d like to see you try.

Bunny: Okay, now back to noona. Anonymous asked: “Dear oy Jungkook, what’s your favorite physical attribute about noona and your favorite non physical attribute about noona?”

OY JK: Ah, it’s so hard to pick one but I’ll do my best. My favorite physical attribute would have to be her hair. She uses a honey hair mask that makes her hair smell so comforting that I fall asleep immediately when I spoon her and her hair is in my face. It’s so soft and long too. She has wavy hair so when she straightens it, it’s even longer and I just love combing through it. As for a non-physical attribute, I would say…her generosity. When we eat together she gives me the bigger portion and if she sees that I’m tired she always lets me nap on her lap and reassure me that everything is okay. She…she puts up a lot with me, I know. I love her so much for loving someone like me.

Bunny, choking up: Ah, Jungkook, you’re killing me. Please introduce me to any friends you have, I’d like a boyfriend as adorable as you.

OY JK: I’ll call Jimin and see if he’s interested but his cat steals all his attention these days.

Bunny: A cat as my love rival? I’d never win. Okay! Let’s end this on a fun note. Final question from anonymous: “what jk do if noona wont dress as a cat girl for him?”

OY JK: …

Bunny: …

OY JK: …C-can I please borrow a pillow?

Bunny, handing him a pillow to cover the very obvious tent in his pants: I’ll make sure to edit this out before airing.

OY JK: T-thank you and sorry…um…uh if noona won’t dress as a cat girl I…I’ll just have to accept this reality but she can’t resist me putting cat ears on her if I win a bet. That’s the rules.

Bunny: Why do I have a feeling from your reaction that you already have a plan to trap her into wearing cat ears?

OY JK, suppressing a smile: My lips are sealed.

Bunny: Well, this ends today’s Q&A session. Thank you once more to Jungkook for entertaining the readers and extra thank you to the readers for sending in questions. In case I don’t see you all next time, good afternoon, good evening, and goodnight.  

[free-pool-trash]

she - warren worthington iii

More Warren!!! He honestly makes me just 🥺 but also 🥵

Requested by the lovely @kurt-nightcrawler​: so,,,, Warren’s writing poetry for a class and he’s really struggling,, so someone suggests he writes about what makes him happy and it’s the reader and then y/n finds out he wrote this really good poetry about them and the reader is all like 🥺🥺

This is so cute thank you for sending it in ✨💕 hope u like it boo i changed it a little i hope it’s still okay :)))

Okay but the tea is I SUCK with poetry okay so I stole song lyrics from a song that I just think is so super cute and kinda goes with the request and that is She by Dodie 🥺 (but I changed it to be more poem like)

Word count: 1,891 :)))

Warning (s): tooth rotting fluff, swearing (obviously), I'm physically incapable of not including Peter in these, that good kissing shit 

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"Okay, class. Have that assignment for class on Friday." The English teacher spoke loudly to the room full of students and Warren had to fight to contain a groan.

Creative writing - poetry or the way that Warren saw it, torture. Not to get him wrong, he loved poetry. It was deep and it could say things without really saying anything at all, he was one of those people who just got symbolism, no explanations needed. 

However, that didn't mean that he was any good at actually writing poetry. And this assignment was due for Friday, which meant he had four days to figure out how to write a decent poem. 

The thought occurred to him to simply pull some shitty haiku out of his ass and maybe get some marks for effort, but, he dismissed it as English was pretty much the only subject that he had an active interest in, he didn't want his average falling because he handed up one shitty poem.

After the bell rang signalling the end of the class and the end of the day, the winged boy made his way to his dorm to work on his homework and make a start on the dreaded English assignment, where would he even begin?

"Hey man, you coming to hang out?" Warren's roommate, Peter, asked speeding into the dorm room.

Looking up from the blank page of his English copy, Warren cocked an eyebrow at his silver haired friend, "Who's gonna be there?" 

"The whole gang." Peter replied as if it was the most obvious thing in the world to which Warren nodded his head and got up from his bed, tossing his English copy onto the floor, he'd work on it some more tomorrow.

"(Y/n) was wondering where you were." Peter told Warren nonchalantly, as if it didn't even matter, oh if only he knew.

At the statement Warren's eyes widened and he was flooded with worry, "Why is she okay? Did she need me for something?" He questioned frantically, as Peter pursed his lips and made a face at him.

"No. She just wanted to know why you didn't come to hang out after class ended…" Peter replied heading out the door with Warren following behind him, a lot calmer now.

When the two boys entered the room, Warren caught sight of you immediately, the bright smile you gave him once he entered the room very nearly floored him.

It was no secret to anyone, not even you, that Warren Worthington III was absolutely crazy about you. You were soft and bright, you were the human embodiment of sunshine. To Warren you felt so familiar, like the cool release of fall coming in after a hot summer.

See, he absolutely understood symbolism, especially when it came to you: His girl that isn't actually his girl. 

Warren walked over to the seat you'd saved him on the couch, beside you, trying his best to keep up his cool exterior Warren sat down and threw his arm over the back of the couch, his hand brushing against your shoulder as he did.

"Hey, Princess." He reveled in the way the nickname brought a hue of pink to your cheeks, and the smile you tried to hide from him only made him chuckle.

"Hey, War. Where have you been?" You asked, scooting ever so slightly closer to him.

At your question Warren groaned and his head fell into your shoulder in exhaustion. "Ugh, I've got an assignment due for Friday. Have to write a poem- I was trying to work on it after class. It's hell." 

Laughing at him, you brought your hand up to play with his blonde curls that were brushing against your neck as he huffed about English. 

"I thought you loved poetry?" You wondered out loud, frowning as he shook his head against your shoulder.

You were sure he loved poetry, something about the symbolism and depth of words.

"Not if I'm the one writing it." He elaborated for you, noticing your frown and adorable furrowed eyebrows and he didn't even realize he was staring up at you until Peter let out an exaggerated groan from the end of the couch.

"Ugh! Would you two just kiss already? The tension is k-i-l-l-i-n-g me!" He exclaimed, dragging out the word ‘killing’ for as long as he could. 

"Peter! Shut the hell up they were being cute!" Jubilee shouted, throwing a handful of popcorn at the speedster who only shrugged.

Kurt looked at you, Warren, Peter and Jubilee confused as Jean and Scott watched you all in amusement.

"Are you two going out?" Kurt asked innocently, looking between each member of the group.

"Might as well be." Peter remarked causing your cheeks to heat and you only added to the teasing as you hid your reddening face in Warren's blonde curls.

"SEE!" Peter exclaimed, pointing at you and Warren accusingly.

You knew better than anybody that you and Warren acted like a couple, but you and him never had that conversation. But it's not like you needed to, it's not like you ever kissed or anything, you were just close.

"Shut the fuck up, Maximoff. You don't know what you're talking about." Warren said, irritation clear in his voice, he didn't even bother to untangle himself from you, you were both used to your friends acting like this. 

He cared a little less about the teasing than you did, however. Awkwardly, you cleared your throat and eased Warren's head off your shoulder before standing up, "I'm, um, yeah I'm gonna go… do homework or something." You stuttered out before practically running out of the room.

If looks could kill, Peter would've dropped dead from the glare Warren was giving him, "Way to go, asshole."

Come the next day everything went back to normal, Peter's teasing hadn't upset you, not really, it was just that fact that you were in some weird in-between phase with Warren where you both knew you wanted to be more than friends but neither of you had said anything yet and Peter calling you out had just sent you into a whirlpool of thoughts about you and Warren that just left you wanting to be more.

It was always the same, day in day out, you hung out with your friends, you or Warren saved each other the seat beside the other and then your friends teased you about what you already knew. "(Y/n) and Warren act like a couple." This and, "(Y/n) and Warren look so cute together." That. Well you were sick of it. You didn't want to just act like a couple, you wanted to be a couple.

The cycle continued until Thursday. Warren had denied Peter's attempts to get him to go hang out as he still had to write his stupid fucking poem. He hadn't made even a word of progress since the project had been assigned. It was getting frustrating.

He'd been slumped over his English work for about 5 hours, it was late in the evening now and sometime during his struggling to write the sun had gone down.

Warren was pulled out of his trance when you peaked your head through his door, smiling sweetly and glancing to Peter's bed to make sure he wasn't in the room before entering.

"Brought you a snack." You told him, handing him the plate of food and sitting down behind him, propping your chin on his shoulder and looking over it with a sympathetic look, "Still no luck with that poem, huh Birdy?"

Warren only hummed, leaning into your body for comfort, he was stumped.

"Yeah, I've got nothin'."

"Well," You started thoughtfully, "Why don't you try writing about something you like?" You suggested while Warren closed his eyes, "Something I like?"

You nodded against his shoulder, "Yeah, like things that make you happy!" You chirped as he opened his green eyes to look at you, your face so close to his. He could smell your shampoo and see every single detail of your face, like looking at a picture.

A smile broke his face, "I think I'll be able to think of something." He told you smugly.

Looks like he'd found some inspiration.

After you left, Warren didn't waste anymore time and quickly finished his poetry assignment and handed it up on time in his class on Friday.

The stress of the previously unwritten poem had evaporated and Warren enjoyed his weekend with you and the rest of your friends, he had to thank his English teacher for handing out the assignment, though. It made him realize everything he'd really been thinking, the little things he noticed often subconsciously.

When his teacher handed him back the graded poem, he couldn't have been happier, he got an A+ and honestly, it was all thanks to you.

His final product had been about you, after all.

After class he'd walked into the common room, to see that you were the first one there and by yourself.

"Princess." He greeted happily, plopping down next to you and shoving the piece of paper with his poem on it, into your hands.

"Ohhh, A+, can I?" You asked, glancing between Warren and the poem.

Warren nodded confidently, impatient and wanting to see your reaction to his poetry.

"Go on. Read it."

"Okay." You smiled and cleared your throat dramatically before beginning to read.

"Am I allowed to look at her like that?

Could it be wrong

When she's just so nice to look at?" You read out softly, a teasing tone to your voice that soon faded away as you continued.

"And she smells like lemongrass and sleep

She tastes like apple juice and peach

Oh, you would find her in a Polaroid picture

And she...

Means everything to me" Warren was biting his lip as he watched you read with a small smile, the lines making sense to you, he hoped.

"I'd never tell

No, I'd never say a word

And oh, it aches

But it feels oddly good to hurt" As you read aloud you knew exactly what he was saying, smooth bastard.

'And I'll be okay

Admiring from afar

'Cause even when she's next to me

We could not be more far apart

And she tastes like birthday cake and story time and fall

But to her

I taste of nothing at all." You finished, looking directly into his eyes, lip between your own teeth almost mimicking him.

"Not to be seen annoyingly oblivious or anything, but I have to ask… who is this 'she'?" You asked Warren shyly, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

"She is you." The winged boy stated clearly and you couldn't stop the relief filled laugh that left your mouth, followed by a muttered "thank God".

Warren barely had time to process what was happening before you had practically pounced on him, legs either side of his lap, both hands on either side of his face and your lips pressing against his.

Instinctively his hands grabbed onto your ass to keep you steady as he returned your passionate kiss, lips moving frantically against yours while he pressed you closer to him.

Little did either of you know that none other than Peter Maximoff was standing in the doorway of the common room, shaking his head disbelievingly, "Fucking finally."

[haikyuuscreaming]

hello!! can you write something fluff with kenma, please? some friends to lovers if possible. loving your blog 💕💕

OH SHIT SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG SDFSDFJKD this is. 3.5k words roughly and im so sorry idk why my fics always come out longer than 1k words :(((

The first time you meet Kozume Kenma, he’s hiding behind the wall that is Kuroo Tetsurou and you’re both in your first year.

“Oh?” The Nekoma volleyball captain stares you down in the Chem class you share with him. “You’re [Surname]-san, right?”

“Yeah,” You say, never breaking eye contact with him but secretly eyeing the quiet boy behind him. He’s your classmate in a few other of your periods, but not this one. This class is an advanced Chemistry class, placing you conveniently with the second-years and a handful of equally smart first-years. “I need help with the homework and you’re my best bet. Could you help out?”

Kuroo narrows his eyes at you, which you don’t exactly appreciate but you don’t say anything. “You sure you don’t want me to just give answers?”

“I kinda need to understand this to pass the class, so no thanks.”

He hums in approval, like you’ve passed some test, and nods. “Sure thing. I wanted to teach Kenma this anyway.”

Oh, that’s his name… you think to yourself, and you noticed the mentioned Kenma doesn’t look up from his Nintendo Switch, even at the mention of his name. You watch Kuroo turn around to his companion, coercing him, “Kenma, get up, we’re learning Chem.”

“Can’t we do it later?” Kenma’s voice doesn’t hold anything akin to bitterness or complaint- it’s kind of devoid, actually, in a soft and cute way- and you try to tune out the sound of Kuroo scolding him but he’s so loud when he’s right next to you.

“C’mon, we’re about to go home now, we can stay after school a little longer. Plus, we get to teach this lovely lady about nuclei.”

“I’m right here, you know,” you roll your eyes lightly but before you know it, you’re defending Kozume-san. “We can always work it out, um… I dunno, maybe over lunch on Sunday? I mean, it is Friday and this thing’s due Monday and… we can have more fun studying this if we have food.”

Stupid fucking Kuroo only grins. “Oh, so you’re asking me on a date? Kinda bold, if I don’t say so myself, kouhai-chan.”

“Kuro, stop.” Kenma speaks up and his quiet voice somehow speaks volumes. “We can meet with her on Sunday to do it.” And just like that, he retreats to his Switch without another word.

Kuroo turns to you and shrugs indifferently, contrasting his previously provocative and shitfaced attitude. “The man’s laid down the law. How’s boba on Sunday sound?”

The second time you meet Kenma is on that promised study session.

He has inconspicuous earbuds in, his face illuminated by the glowing light of his DS. He has a DS, too? He still looks cute.

And there’s Kuroo of course, but he’s irrelevant to your case unless it has to do with your god forsaken chem homework.

“You want me to go order some drinks next door?” Kuroo quirks an eyebrow. “My treat.”

“Just a brown sugar milk tea, thanks,” You tell him gratefully. Thank god for men and their dead sense of chivalry.

“No boba? You’re crazy.” Kuroo scrunches his nose at you and you wish Kenma would start talking so you could avoid this big, annoying cat. “What about you, Kenma? Your usual?”

“Yeah,” is all Kenma says.

“Alright, see you nerds later,” Kuroo practically sings out, patting both of your heads like an old man, and takes something from Kenma that you don’t quite catch, but it makes Kenma glare at him.

As soon as Kuroo’s out of sight, you find it a little awkward to keep conversation with Kenma especially with his whole gamer complex, but-

Oh.

Kuroo took Kenna's DS.

“Kuroo-san’s pretty bothersome, huh,” you sigh out in an attempt to stir conversation. Lucky for you, Kenma goes along with the conversation without fight, his eyes peering over you like reflective pools of honey.

(They’re really pretty, you think.)

“Yeah,” Kenma slouches down a little bit more in his chair at the mention of his taller friend. “He’s kind of like my second mom… but not really. Always nagging me to do things.”

You laugh at his solemn, depressed answer. “It’s fun to have him around, though, right? He’s kind of funny sometimes-- the rest he’s annoying-- and he’s decently smart even though I’m pretty sure he’s got, what, three braincells.”

To your unprompted delight, Kenma laughs softly at you poking fun of Kuroo, and the conversation between you and him starts piling up into more, and more, and it all feels so short. You don’t even notice Kuroo coming back and hovering over the table.

“Eh? You and Kenma getting along without me? What a shame, you know. I really do get third-wheeled.” Kuroo lets out a wistful sigh akin to an old man and sits down, drinks in hand. “So, who’s ready to study?”

The third time you meet Kozume Kenma, it’s at your mall’s arcade.

You and your friends are playing one of those claw machines, trying to get that really cute Miku figurine and those adorable plushies, wasting all your coins on these sucker games like the dumb teenagers you are. But a glimpse of familiar, two-toned hair catches your eye.

“Hold on,” you tell your friends who’re still busy trying to get that stupidly gorgeous Sakura Miku figure. “I’m gonna be right back.”

You wander your way to the familiar head of hair, and gratefully, your instinct was right. “Kozume-san? What’re you doing here?”

Kenma practically jumps at the sound of your voice, turning around, eyes wide. “Oh. I just got lost from the team. You’re here too?”

“Mhm,” You smile, pointing at your screaming group of friends. “My friends and I are here just to chill out and have fun. You can hang with us if you want!”

He shakes his head, his hair gracefully framing his face. “Nah, I’m fine, thanks.. I’ll just hold out until Kuro sniffs me out or something.”

You furrow your brow- geez, this kid’s gonna get lost so fast-- and you gently clasp the phone he’s holding in his hand. “Can I give you my number? I’ll pick up immediately if you ever call, just give a ring.”

You fail to notice the surprise that flits over Kenma’s face, but he reluctantly hands you his phone and you tap in your number quickly. “See you around, Kozume-san. Don’t get into trouble.”

And Kenma smiles on his own accord, his face lighting up softly like a lamp under moonlight. “You too.”

The fourth time you meet Kozume Kenma, he’s at your house working on an Japanese Lit assignment.

“Oh? Kozume-kun!” You’re pleasantly surprised when your teacher pairs the two of you up. “Nice to talk with you again.”

“Yeah, “ Kenma blinks a little awkwardly and he shyly grins, which you find even more stunning than it already is because he’s usually held up such a calm, unaffected facade. “Uh. So do you want to meet up at… your house for this? So we can do the project.”

“Oh, yeah,” You wave dismissively, beaming at him because this is your chance to get closer with him. “My little brother’s a nuisance, though, so he might bother us. I hope you don’t mind?”

“No problem.. you can text me the address, because… yeah.” You find it cute how Kenma doesn’t want to mention that the two of you have been texting a lot more lately, and the slightest blush tints his cheeks.

“Of course!”

Flash to your house, the two of you are on the floor, slaving over a giant posterboard with paint and art supplies scattered about.

“I hate making movie posters, it’s so tiring…” You groan out, trying to paint Yukio Mishima’s face with the utmost care. “And this book’s so creepy… why would we wanna make a poster of it? He commits seppuku!”

Kenma grins a little bit and he looks really cute, with his hair tied up in the back and his gaze focused on the painting at hand. “You’re so easily grossed out.”

“But he made it so detailed! You're immune ‘cause you play all those gross horror games.”

He laughs quietly, and you think you're going to heaven. “You couldn't even handle Ao Oni, stop.”

You scowl at the mention of Kenma’s dumb horror games. “He’s this weird deformed grape, okay?? It was kinda scary!”

The two of you end up nowhere near finishing your poster, and you collectively decide to put it off for maybe another day. The rest of your day is spent-- c-cuddling? (no hetero, you reassured Kenma, although you were thinking otherwise)-- and playing more horror games, much to your chagrin.

(But it gave you a reason to hug Kenma tighter.)

You can’t even count the amount of times you’ve met up with Kenma now. You’re in your second-year of high school now and your bond with him as only strengthened.

He invited you eventually to walk to school with him, along with Kuroo, and you find out that it was Kuroo’s coaxing to do so. But you’re still delighted that Kenma agreed on, what, the second time Kuroo nagged him about it?

You and Kenma have gotten fairly close. You’ve vented to him, cried to him, he’s shown his emotional side, too. You’ve even gotten a little closer to Nekoma’s god, Kuroo Tetsurou (to which your friends always complain about- “you can’t take all the cute guys for yourself”). But, in your opinion, the most important part is that you’ve been getting closer to Kozume Kenma, who you once thought would always just be the quiet classmate to you. Who would always be your unattainable, close-guarded crush.

"Kenma!” You yell out, rushing over to him with your backpack practically bouncing off of you with each step. “Wait up, would you?! How do you get out of class so quick??”

 "I was waiting for you either way,” Kenma mumbles and hunches his shoulders together. “Do you wanna go to my house? I have new games and Kuroo won't be bothering us.”

“Can’t we get snacks first?” You know you sound a little bit whiny, but you’re hungry as fuck, and Kenma’s smiling either way.

“I guess.. you’re paying, though.”

“That isn’t fair at all!”

Eventually the two of you walk to your nearest 7/11 and get chips and snacks before leaving promptly, with you holding your chocolate milk and Kenma sipping apple juice. The walk to his house is full of conversation, Kenma equally engaged as you are. But as soon as you arrive at his front doorstep, the hollow noise of an empty apple juice box makes its appearance.

“You drink your juice too fast!” You tease Kenma lightly as he frowns, unlocking the door.

“You just drink too slow,” he replies and shoulders the door open. The two of you make your way inside and flop onto the couch, Kenma crouching near the TV to boot up his newest game. “Damn. I’m still thirsty, too.”

“Language, Kenma,” You chide him, throwing a pillow at him as soon as he sits down next to you on the couch. “And-” it takes every ounce of your willpower not to turn bright red. “-do you want some of my chocolate milk?”

The silence that follows is very short (probably only, what, a second or two?), but it feels like hours of painful quiet. Kenma blinks at you and the pink that dusts his ears becomes more and more prominent each second.

“Yeah… sure,” Kenma finally says and you beam so wide that you’re sure not even the sun could battle the brightness of your happiness right now. You hand him your nearly untouched chocolate milk and his fingers brush against yours as he takes it, sipping at it cautiously like he was afraid something would happen.

(Oh my god he’s so cute.. he looks so cute… he’s drinking my chocolate milk!! He’s so-)

“Oi, Kenma! My mom told me to pick up some tomatoes from y-” The door bursts open to reveal Kuroo Tetsurou.

You freeze, since Kuroo just witnessed you passing a chocolate milk box to Kenma and the latter sipping at the straw. Kenma kind of flushes, his mouth still wrapped around the plastic straw with chocolate milk halfway up.

“Eh? Sharing drinks now?” Kuroo tsks and shakes his head, a smirk gracing his stupidly arrogant face. “You know, you two could get mono. Or any other communicable diseases. Kinda risky, you know?”

“Kuroo, stop!” You’re wildly embarrassed to be caught in this not-so-platonic situation (in your opinion, at least), before Kuroo lets out a hearty laugh.

“You know, that’s an indirect kiss!”

“Didn’t I say stop?!”

“Ah, youth. Indirect kisses! You put your mouth on the straw, then he did. Romance at its finest!”

You know, deep inside, Kuroo just likes to rile you up, but you still bite the bait. “Kuroo, shut up, please??”

And Kenma speaks up for the first time during the whole banter. “Kuro, the tomatoes are on the kitchen table. Go.”

The Nekoma captain quirks an eyebrow before shrugging and heading towards the kitchen. “Thanks. Don’t do anything risky.”

“Kuroo!”

You and Kenma awkwardly glance at each other-- you note he’s still sipping your chocolate milk-- and eventually he stands off to ward Kuroo off (who keeps chuckling for no goddamn reason).

You two are alone again, and his burnt-gold eyes stare into yours.

“Did Kuro bother you?” His ears are still pinkish, but you notice that he’s still comfortable, although you can see a sheen of sweat starting to form on his face.

“Nah... “ You force your voice to stay level. “Why does he keep doing this?? God, he’s so annyoing sometimes… it isn’t like- it isn’t like we’re dating or anything.” God fucking damn stuttering.

Kenma’s eyes widen for a fraction of a millisecond, and you almost miss it, before he clears his throat. “Yeah. Not like that at all.. let’s just go back to playing.”

The atmosphere morphs into the usual, playful one that is held between the two of you, and you’re becoming proud of how much better Kenma is at redefining conversations and shifting the mood whereas in the beginning he would struggle in topic changes.

You’re so proud of him.

(And you’re kind of in love with him.)

You have a group chat with Kuroo and Kenma, unsurprisingly.

It’s, what, midnight on a school day, and the three of you are texting. Kuroo offers a game of ‘truth or dare’, and you accept out of sheer boredom. Plus, dares are so much easier to do online because you can fake nearly anything.

kuroo >:/: kenma truth or dare

kenma :): i’m not playing

YOU: yea you are !! ur not getting out of this

kenma :): fine

  don’t say anything stupid though

kuroo >:/: so whats it gonna b???

Kenma takes a good ten seconds to respond.

kenma :): truth.

kuroo >:/: you got a crush on anyone?

YOU: oooh spicy

kenma :): kuro why

Your heart races a little bit at the comment.

YOU: oh? kenma i thought we were besties :(( why wouldnt u tell me

kenma :): it isn’t that….

  kuro you already know why are you asking me that here

kuroo >:/: for my favorite kouhai [name]-chan

YOU: fuck off kuroo we all know im ur fav bc i pay for ur boba

kuroo >:/: fair

You get impatient with Kuroo’s mindless banter, so you end up texting Kenma privately.

YOU: so who is ur crush????

kenma :): why do you assume i have one

YOU: i mean….u wouldve denied it if u didnt have one?

He leaves you on seen for two minutes and you’re about to text him and complain but his reply shoots back.

kenma :): it’s you

And your heart doesn’t skip a beat. No, it just beats even faster.

The blood is rushing to your face, you can feel it, and a smile tugs at your face subconsciously. Your brain’s running a mile a minute, and you’re so outrageously shocked and unprepared that the aftermath of it all hits you just about a minute later.

(What if he’s lying? What if someone made him say that? What if-)

YOU: fr?

YOU: kenma dont mess w me

kenma :): i’m not

kenma :): you wanted to know so yeah. it’s you

kenma :): i like you and idk kuro says it’s “more than just like” and maybe he’s right

kenma :): see u at school tmr

YOU: WAIT KENMA COME BACK ???

You cute little rat, you seeth internally, happiness still radiating off of you. Is this a dream? Oh my god. Kozume Kenma likes me.

… Kozume Kenma feels the same way I feel about him.

The next day, you anxiously wait for Kenma at your doorstep. You even woke up early and had gotten ready as soon as you could, just so you could catch Kenma ASAP.

You slept surprisingly well, despite your anxiety from Kenma, and your body was filled with energy. You check your phone every two minutes, glancing at his ‘good morning text’ and praying for another one.

kenma :))): gm i’m still walking to school with u if you want… i’ll pass by your house just in case

YOU: oh!!!! yea id love to walk to school w u :))

Silence fills your ears as you anxiously pace back and forth from your doorstep to the curb of your neighborhood. You can’t help but worry as your gaze flits across every house, begging for a sign of Kenma.

(What if you’re too late, you realize in panic. What if your efforts weren’t enough?)

But then the sound of quiet-paced footsteps snaps you out, and you look up to see Kenma, standing in front of your house, an adorably shy expression painted across his face.

“Kenma!” You hate how your voice comes out kind of squeaky and high-pitched but you don’t care right now. You practically launch off of your doorstep and bound toward him, settling by his side.

He gives you a shy, adoring look but you can see the anxiety in his eyes as he points forward in the direction of Nekoma. “We can talk while walking, right?”

You smile breathlessly and your fingers brush against his. He smiles at you, and you notice the same pink dusting his ears like when he was sharing chocolate milk with you.

Two hands intertwine and the conversation begins.

You’re in your third year of college now, out on a “boys (and girl) night out”, as Kuroo deemed it.

Kenma’s got it well-made for him, striking good on his company to which you supported him through the entire time, and Kuroo’s on his way to be the scientist he’s always dreamed of being even as a nerdy-jock kid. He claims he’s practically a professional volleyball player, too, just on the side, but both you and Kenma know better.

You and Kenma have been dating ever since your second-year in high school. Which makes it just about… four-ish years now that you’ve been dating.

(Kuroo claims that in your first-year, you and Kenma were basically dating each other spiritually, but you pay him no mind.)

The three of you are out on the beach on an autumn day. It’s pretty empty, despite the warm evening sun that casts a golden shine on the sand and ocean, so you’re all making epic sandcastles in peace.

“We should make a moat,” Kuroo says, already digging out a ring around the lopsided sandcastle.

“We haven’t even finished the castle itself!” You protest, pushing him lightly as you use your other hand to pat down the base of the castle.

Kenma packs sand into a small bucket and delicately places it on top of the half-finished sand “castle” to make a tower. You find it cute how he’s the only one putting in decent effort, so you help him out by packing in another bucket of sand. “Kuro would be a terrible architect,” Kenma comments.

“You right, you right,” You sigh out while Kuroo squawks in protest. Kenma leans on you, out of instinct you think, and you kiss the top of his head gently. Kuroo covers his eyes and complains about his youth and young love before Kenma haphazardly bumps into you. Which leads to the sand castle collapsing.

“Ah- Kenma!” you cry out in panic, sweeping the sand together in a half-hearted attempt to piece it back into a cohesive castle. “Be careful!”

“No, look,” he says quietly, a small smile gracing his face.

“You worked so hard on the base too, to make it big and flat- oh?” You sit up a little bit when you see a small velvet box in the middle of the sand pile.

Kuroo gasps very loudly and you stare at Kenma in shock.

Oh my god. What’s happening, what’s happening, oh my god-

You slowly reach out for the box in the middle of the mess and take it delicately, brushing off the sand clinging to it. Your fingers pry it open with shaking fingers and you feel Kenma place his hand on your arm gently, his gorgeous honey eyes staring at you. The same honey eyes you fell in love with.

You're also in love with the gorgeous, sparkling amber ring that sits in the middle of the cushioned box.

“[Name]. I want to be married. To you. Will you marry me?” Kenma’s voice is soft and sweet but you know with the convincing sureness in his voice that he’s been practicing this line for at least a month and he’s become confident in it.

You start crying immediately (god damn it, you think to yourself) your heart blooming with joy and your entire body feels like it’s about to explode of pure happiness.

You kiss him, full on the lips with tears streaming down your face and he kisses back, his arms wrapping around you and you realize he’s crying too. With the possibly happiest voice you’ve ever used in your life, you cry out, “Of course I will!” on the beach with Kuroo clapping in the background.

Two years later on that beach, you two become the happiest couple on Earth.

[and-justice-for-zoisite]

~Ocean Eyes~ (Benny Weir x Reader) Part 4

Series Masterlist  //  Official Masterlist

Summary: So lover boy Benny stays over at your house for the night. It might’ve seemed harmless and platonic at the time, but when the two of you wake up together on your sofa, it’s a wHoLe other heccing story.

Warnings: None

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“Here we are, Benny. This is the place,”

Benny looked around the house he had just entered, namely, your house, in awe. “Woah. You’ve got a nice place (Y/n).” He complimented, yourself smiling a little as you set the house keys down and took your shoes off. “Yeah, thanks. My parents had quite a bit of money before they died, and converting demon euros into human currency turned into more money than I knew what to do with.” “Like...how much?” You looked at him for a moment, pondering what you’d say to him before your lips parted. “If I tell you, will you promise not to like...I don’t know, tell other people that I own this certain amount of cash?” You asked, the boy smiling goofily as he crossed his heart with the tip of his index finger. “Cross my heart, hope to die. I won’t tell anyone.” Sighing softly, you smiled a little before intertwining your own hands in front of you. “....Just over three billion.” He’s goofy smile dropped in pure shock. “Are you serious??” He asked, yourself flinching a little at his volume. “Y-yeah. It’s the reason I haven’t got a job, I figured I wouldn’t need one, and it’d make it easier for me to stay on the down-low with the whole hiding from witches situation. It’s also the reason I’ve been able to travel a lot.” You sighed as you turned to adjust some of the books which sat in a white bookshelf beside you against the wall, the boy simply taking a minute to process what you had just told him. “How did you get it converted? Like, I’m pretty sure that anyone who transferred it between currencies, magic or no, would’ve certainly said something.” Benny asked. “The people at home converted it for me before they all went into hiding, they knew why I needed it, they did it no questions asked,” You explained sadly, Benny looking down in slight guilt because of the unfortunate situation you had been put into. You too felt guilty because of the mood you had left in the air. So, to make up for it, you gave a playful smile and a suggestion. “Hey, how about we cook up some extra buttery popcorn and I show you the Dark Crystal?”  Almost instantly did the boy look up and gain a goofy smile once more, nodding as the two of you headed into your kitchen to begin preparations.

~

Once you had all the snacks you required, the two of you sat down on your cozy sofa with a giant fluffy blanket and your greasy and buttery popcorn. Since it was pretty cold, you lent Benny one of your way oversized hoodies while you wore one yourself, snuggling in and waiting for the movie to begin. 

As the movie did play, you and Benny gorged yourselves on popcorn while you watched the fantasy film in complete concentration, being sure to pay close attention to all the little details. You could tell for sure that Benny was enjoying it, the way he watched it as intently as he did with the Star wars film you had just seen made your heart flutter, finally someone enjoyed the same genre as you!

What you hadn’t noticed however, was the way you and Benny had gradually began to move closer and closer, neither of you being able to comprehend it even when you had your head resting right against his chest. The sensation however made the two of you more and more sleepy, until the end credits of the film began rolling and the two of you passed out against each other.

~

Benny was the first to allow his eyes to flutter open, a little confused when he didn’t see the regular scenery of his own bedroom but coming to the realization that he was in your lounge room when he saw you sleeping against himself. He was about to come to a content state, but then he had to do a double take. 

An adorable girl with fluffy (h/l) (h/c) hair had her face pressed against his chest, in a way that caused the chub on her cheek to move to one side. It was you of course, you were the girl that Benny had subconsciously called cute in his mind. Red flushed his cheeks as he simply stared down at you, not knowing what he was supposed to do with you. He was scared to wake you up, but he also remembered that the two of you had school in an hour or so.

Before he could even think of a way to wake you, you shuffled against him and leaned away slightly. The boy felt his heart leap, startled as he watched you stretch and yawn. As you rubbed your eyes, they slowly opened and you became more aware of everything. That was when you realized what was going on, and immediately blushed as you leaned back as far as it was polite, the two of you making an extremely awkward eye contact for a few moments.

When you had enough of feeling super embarrassed, you cleared your throat and gave a friendly demeanor and smile.

“U-uh...Good morning Benny.” You said softly.  “Good morning...Uh, how did you sleep?” He asked politely, yourself processing the question before giggling softly at your own answer which was still in your head. “Well uh, that’s a bit of an interesting uh, what you call it...concept.” You started, the boy tilting his head slightly as he waited for you to continue, “See, demons of any kind don’t technically sleep, we uh...we go into this state of self reincarnation that pretty much means our entire immortality. Like humans, no ‘sleep’ and we’ll die.”  Benny took a moment to process your explanation, nodding slightly as a small smile formed on his lips. “That’s...that’s actually really cool. Is it like how we sleep, like the experience?” He asked, yourself giggling as you shrugged. “Well I mean, I wouldn’t exactly know, since I’m not a human. But it certainly is a strange feeling that you never really quite become accustomed to ever. It’s like...” You began, Benny clearly becoming intrigued as he watched you intently, “...an out of body experience, but it’s out of the body that’s in your body. It’s a very difficult thing to explain, I understand if you don’t get it.” “No, I think I do. It’s like, the you inside your soul is travelling whatever else there is in you, as in spirit. Right?” He asked, yourself slowly nodding as he almost perfectly described what sleep was like for you. “Yeah...yeah, that’s pretty much a perfect description of my sleep.” You said excitedly, the boy smiling more as he looked down a little. “Well, I’ll tell you this much, human sleep isn’t that, it’s either all black nothingness or a dream. But I have experienced something like that numerous times before, like in states of sleep paralysis.” “Wow, sleep paralysis?” You asked, the boy nodding as you continued, “Demons don’t get sleep paralysis, but I’ve watched many documentaries and true cases of it, I take it it’s quite terrifying.” “Majority of my experiences are, it’s usually the scenario of a show person. But not my inner outer body experiences, those...they, ‘magically’ help me find what the cause for any of my mental issues are, and the next day I’m practically a new person.” He explained, yourself smiling as you looked down slightly. “The human body certainly is an interesting formation of atoms with many secrets, I’ll tell you that much.” The two of you shared a comfortable silence, before the both of you realized something once more. You had school that day. However, Benny was the first to put it into words. “Well, that was a great random morning conversation. But we better get ready for school.” He suggested, yourself silently agreeing with him as the two of you got up and did whatever your morning ritual of getting ready for school was.In the very moment you got up, you honestly thought it was amazing how quickly the awkward situation was defused, it was as if nothing had happened in the first place. You’d only known this boy for two days and you were already connecting with him through a conversation about inner outer body experiences. And from that moment, you knew that you wanted to keep him close, regardless of whether he was, by blood, your species’ sworn enemy.

~

“Where the hell have you two been?” At hearing a familiar voice behind you in the crowded halls of White-Chapel High, you and Benny turned to see Sarah and Ethan, the two seemingly confused. Sarah was the one who asked. “Oh, that’s right...I forgot to call you...” Benny said, slightly guilty remembering that he and you pretty much ditched the others for ice cream and a movie. After the small guilt trip, you and Benny looked at each other before he confidently looked back up toward Ethan and Sarah. “Well. Let’s just say everything was sorted, (Y/n) knows that we know, and she’s cool with it. We all know she’s not evil or isn’t planning anything with evil intent, so everything’s all great and dandy.” Benny explained, Ethan and Sarah looking between each other for a moment before they returned their attention to the two of you. “And why did sorting it out take the remainder of the night?” Sarah asked. “Well making her see into her own mind brought up bad memories, so we went out for ice cream until like 10. Then we went to her place and watched a movie. It’d be pretty rude of me not to do that for her, especially with the situation she’s in.” Benny explained like it was nothing, but it was certainly something to Ethan and Sarah since they both smirked. “So you took her on a date?” Ethan asked, the two of you instantly blushing madly. “W-what? No! Of course not! I-I mean, it’s not like I wouldn’t...but I’ve known the girl for two days now, c’mon guys!” Benny tried to defend himself confidently, but ended up rambling on slightly. “Right, right...who’s hoodie is that?” Sarah asked, the boy’s face becoming more and more red as he tried to think of a cover story. He forgot to give you your hoodie back...but he really didn’t want to! It was so big and cozy, and somehow mentally comforting. “Uh-Um I um...It’s-It’s not (Y/n)’s! I’ll tell you that much!” He said almost too confidently, yourself sighing as you covered your face in embarrassment. Sarah and Ethan looked at each other, chuckling quietly before they returned their attention to the two of you once again. “Cute. But all embarrassment aside, we gotta get to class, the bell’s gonna ring any second now.” Sarah said. “Hey, we’re all in the same biology class first up, right?” Benny said, almost completely disregarding the conversation beforehand. Everyone nodded, and he smiled brightly. “Let’s get a move on and get our sorry asses to class.” Benny said sarcastically happy, wrapping an arm around both you and Ethan and pushing the two of you ahead with himself while Sarah rolled her eyes and followed you guys.

Just as you were all about to get to class, a certain flamboyant blonde slid in front of the group, his attention all on you as he excitedly looked you up and down.  “Where have you been babe? We were supposed to have dinner together last night but you disappeared.” Rory asked, giving you the sad puppy dog eyes. You blushed at the way he talked to you, he was certainly a charmer when it came to flustering you. “I-I’m sorry Rory, me and Benny went out for ice cream and I guess we lost track of time.” You explained, the blonde’s charming demeanor dropping as he looked between you and Benny before his eyes landed on Benny, and irritated look in Rory’s eyes. “Hey buddy, you trying to stop me from making a move on my girl?” He asked aggressively, Benny laughing sarcastically before he too became serious. “Please, (Y/n) has class and most likely standards. If she was anyone’s girl she wouldn’t be yours.” He stated. “Oh yeah? You wanna bet?” Rory challenged, getting close to Benny in an attempt at intimidating him, even though Benny was quite a bit taller. “Yeah, I do actually.” Benny replied viciously. Rory immediately turned to you and took your hand, immediately getting to the point with the situation. “(Y/n), my beautiful fallen angel...would you like to accompany yours truly to a movie this Friday?” You mentally cringed at his terminology, since you were literally the opposite of what he called you.  However, you still found it really sweet that he was trying to prove his worth by asking you out, so you smiled as you nodded. “I’d love to Rory.” You said in your usual soft and sweet voice. All three of the other’s had their jaws completely dropped. They didn’t believe your response for even a second, no one would go out with Rory! “What??” They all asked in sync. “You heard her losers! I got me a date with the cutest girl in school!” Rory cheered excitedly as he jumped around, beginning to run off. “I’ll pick you up Friday (Y/n)!!” He shouted back, eventually disappearing into the still crowded halls of the school. Once he did, everyone turned to look at you, absolutely bewildered at your decision. “Why did you say that??” Sarah asked, more than shocked. “What?” You asked, clueless as to why they were acting like they were. “Say that you’d go out with him??” Ethan finished. “I don’t see what the issue is, I was only being polite.” “Come on (Y/n), you could be going out with Ethan and you’d be doing better.” Benny said, Ethan looking back at him offended. “Hey!” He bit, Sarah sighing as she shook her head. “Look, we can worry about this later. But for now, we’re going to be late. C’mon.” She said, everyone sighing loudly as you all walked off to Biology, in a quite tense and awkward silence.

~

The current setting is of two certain geeks playing video games. Namely, Ethan and Benny sitting in Ethan’s room while they played mario cart, as per usual. They had just finished a round too, but just as they were about to begin again, a thought came to Ethan’s mind and he just had to know something, something that he was pretty sure Benny knew.

“So Benny, what’s going on with you and (Y/n)?” He asked, the taller brunette looking at him as he ate a few potato chips. “What do you mean?” Benny replied with a question, some small chip crumbs tumbling out of his mouth as he did. “I mean like, you got really defensive today when it came to her.” Ethan said, Benny giving him a confused look. “How so?” He asked, picking up a can of soda and opening it. “Well, it wasn’t huge, it was actually really subtle. When Rory got all up in your face about taking (Y/n) out to get ice cream, you weren’t submissive about that stuff like you always are, you were actually kind of aggressive.” Ethan explained. Benny took a gulp of his soda before he responded, “In what way?” “If she was anyone’s girl she wouldn’t be yours. Not only is the statement having a go at Rory but also your tone of voice when you said it. Even though he’s annoying, Rory is still our friend, and in a sense you did discourage him and throw him under the bus.” In a small fit of whatever his emotion was in that moment, Benny turned to Ethan and gave him an irritated look. “Look, it’s only natural that I wanna protect a girl from Rory. And either way, (Y/n) isn’t just a girl, she’s special, in more ways than the fact she’s a pure blood demon. You know how I stayed at her’s and we watched a movie?” Benny asked, Ethan nodding before the boy continued, “Well, we woke up in a bit of an awkward situation, we were...a little too close to each other on the sofa.” Just as Ethan was about to intervene, Benny cut him off again, “but not even a minute later did we spark up a random conversation about sleep, and we really connected on an intense level through it. She just...she deserves someone way better than him!” Ethan took a moment to process what his best friend had just told him. When he said connection, that could’ve meant anything. But Ethan was sure he knew where this was going to end up. “Who do you think she belongs with Benny?” Ethan asked softly, placing a hand on the boy’s shoulder. Everything was quiet for a while, Benny looking down as he processed the question that had been asked. He wasn’t even sure himself, or maybe he was but just didn’t want to admit anything that seemed dumb and crazy. Maybe he’d be sure one day, but for now, he didn’t want to have to worry himself about this whole situation.

Picking up his controller once more, Benny started a new level on Mariocart before smiling slightly.

“C’mon dude, let’s just play some video games.”

~

You laid in your room with your back against the fabric of your comfy mattress, many diverse thoughts rushing through your mind as your widened ocean eyes stared straight at your ceiling. You had to take the time to process your day, it was a necessity for your self reincarnation to function correctly. Well, that’s what you believed anyways.

First of all, you had awoken against the oddly warm chest of Benny Weir. It had begun awkward, your face all red and your mouth only managing stammers. But then you had the conversation about inner outer body experiences with him and it just...gave you a really strong connection with him.

Second of all, you and Benny had been embarrassed by Sarah and Ethan when they asked about your ‘date’. You didn’t know why your face got all red like that, or even his for that matter, but it certainly was a strange feeling, not bad, but strange. That was when you remembered that you hadn’t gotten your hoodie off of Benny yet, but you didn’t think you’d push it as an issue since he seemed to have taken a liking to it.

Third and Final of all, Rory had asked you on a date. You had to admit, he was a bit lively and flamboyant for your taste, but he certainly was a huge sweetheart. You found it quite rude when everyone thought that it was ridiculous you had agreed to go out with him, but you were glad he was in high spirit about it. 

All in all, your day was eventful. But the person who had reoccurred in it was Benny. That was strange to you, he had reoccurred in it the past day as well. For some reason though, it made you smile to think about the geeky boy and the special memories you had already made with him. So, without a word, you entered your state of reincarnation, Benny on your mind and a smile upon your lips.

~

“Good morning (Y/n).” You spun around to see a group of familiar faces, standing all together in the, as usual, crowded halls of White-Chapel high. Benny was the one who had greeted you, Ethan beside him with a welcoming smile, Rory beside Ethan, Sarah at her locker and Erica beside Sarah. You liked the smile that seeing them brought to you, it was something that seemed too foreign to be natural. However, you still took it as you approached the group, happy as ever to see them. “Good morning Benny, good morning all. It’s nice to see you all.” You responded politely, Ethan chuckling softly at your greeting. “Man, and to think you wouldn’t even look us in the eye three days ago (Y/n), you’re certainly lively today.” Ethan pointed out, yourself blushing a little as you looked down and smiled wider.  “Well, you can thank this group for that. I never really had friends before now, and as cheesy I’m making this all sound, I’m really thankful for you guys.” You said, everyone smiling sweetly at your statement as Sarah shut her locker and wrapped and arm around your shoulder.  “When you’re with us, I doubt you’ll get any trouble from those horrible jocks. Like they say, there’s safety in numbers.” She said as the group began walking together, Benny to the other side of you.  “Thanks Sarah, that means a lot to me.” You said softly, the girl smiling at you before she took her arm back. “I’m always here for you (Y/n). But for now, I’ve got English. I’ll see you later.” Sarah said before she and Erica disappeared in the many different crowds that were present in the halls.  Rory had eventually separated from you guys and you, Ethan and Benny had started a conversation about who was more superior out of the Hulk and Thor. 

“Yeah right, imagine wanting to be some big dumb green guy with anger issues-”  Just as you were about to finished your sentence, you had just brushed shoulders with someone. But it was far from an experience you could just brush off, no. You felt a feeling of dread go throughout your entire body, so intense that your knees went weak and you instantly fell to the ground. Benny and Ethan instantly became worried and dropped beside you, confused but moreover concerned. While Ethan placed a hand on your back, Benny immediately took your hand. Your small hand instinctively clutched around Benny’s bigger one as you looked up to see who you had brushed shoulders with. “(Y/n), are you okay? What happened?” Benny asked, frazzled with the sudden situation. You ignored the question for the moment so you could answer your own. But the moment you made eye contact with the person, an even worse pain that went straight through your chest, one that caused you to gasp and cry out in pain as your breathing and vision became uneven. All of the horrid memories rushed back in an instant and you felt yourself slowly becoming overwhelmed by it just from the feelings you got. “(Y/n), come on, talk to me, what’s wrong?” Benny asked, even more worried when you didn’t respond.  Using your free hand, you pointed to the person who now had there back to you and was walking away from you. 

“Sh-she’s...she’s a witch...”

~

A/N: oH mY gOd tHiS tOoK wAy ToO LoNg tOo FiNiSh iM sO sOrRy YaLL. I was busy with school and everything was just really overwhelming. But I’m done with school for the year, and I’ll have heaps of time to work on this story now! Just please hang in there, I know I suck.

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criminal (spencer reid x reader)

summary: as a thrill-seeking killer, you taunt and humiliate the authorities going after you. you always kill where there is surveillance so those watching you will see every detail. capturing one of the agents made your adrenaline rush. you made sure there was always a camera facing the agent, laughing at how easy it was to catch them, and how hard it is for them to catch you. it made your blood rise, increasing the sexual gratification in what you do. feeling so overwhelmed by your feelings, you seduce the agent on camera. he slowly falls for your charms, and when he does, you cut the live feed and untie him. expecting him to tie you, he takes you right then and there.

warnings: smut, mentions of killing, quite a few curse words.

key: (y/n) - your name; (y/l/n) - your last name

word count: 2,505

note: please read at your own risk. this contains smut. this is inspired by the song criminal by britney spears. please note these are pre-written on my laptop. any errors are currently unnoticed as my editing process will begin later on. lowercase intended. gif credits to owner. 

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“hello, can i help you?” the perky girl answers the door.

you grin sinisterly. “do you have a telephone i can use to call my mom? she left me at the store by accident and my phone’s dead so i can’t really reach out to her.”

“yeah, of course, come in!” the girl steps aside, letting you inside. she led you to the kitchen and you noticed a camera in the corner of the room.

smirking, you grab the rolling pin on the island and smack her in the back of her head, causing her to fall. you get on top of her, grabbing the needle from up your sleeve and injecting the liquid into her neck. she fails to scream for help, her eyes closing and her body went limp. chuckling, you grab the laptop on the kitchen table and hack into the fbi’s servers. you connect the camera in the corner of the room with the camera on the laptop.

“guys? she’s back and she’s live, right now.” penelope bursts out of her lair.

“can you see me?” you ask, a twisted smile on your face. “can you hear me, agents?” you laugh.

“can you trace the feed?” derek asks.

“i’m trying, it’s bouncing from almost every country.” penelope quickly types.

“i’m back,” you say in a sing-song manner. “did you miss me?”

“there’s a teenage girl on the floor!” emily points out.

“i’m going to walk you through this kill. first, we blitz attack the target using a weapon available in the target’s house. for this one, i used this dumb ass rolling pin. the annoying bitch was trying to make homemade pizza.” you roll your eyes. “anyways, we inject the propofol so she will stop whining.” you hold up the used needle.

“oh god,” penelope says.

“now, we have fun!” you grab the knife from the kitchen and begin making lacerations all over her body after you declothe her. “and to make sure she doesn’t scream if she wakes up, we put a gag in her mouth. now, this is going to be really fun, i’m telling you.” you grin.

“garcia,” spencer says in a warning tone.

“i’m trying! i’m trying!” she types faster.

“now, you might be wondering where i am. who’s the owner of this place? where are the parents? well, the parents are out on business. this girl is seventeen-year-old carrie mills. the address is 4302 harvard lane. come catch me, agents, that is, if you can.” you smirk, cutting the live feed.

you continue to slice the body for about a few minutes before heading upstairs to take a shower and change out of your bloody clothes. leaving from the back, you hop into the getaway car you parked earlier. putting on sunglasses and throwing your hair up in a bun, you sit and wait until the black suv’s pull up.

you watch the agents rush inside with their bulletproof vests. laughing, you shake your head and start the car. throwing a piece of paper on the asphalt, you drive off, watching them from the rearview mirror. not only did you stream the feed to the bureau, you streamed it on big networks across the country. of course, your face was blurred to the rest of the country, but not to the bureau. you want them to see you.

“hotch, i think i’ve got something,” spencer says into his radio, picking up the note with his gloves.

“what is it?” aaron asks, running up to spencer.

“she was just here. she dropped a note.” spencer unravels it. “it says, ‘did you have fun watching me? were you entertained? i gave you the girl’s name and address, yet you failed to arrive on time. i even had the pleasure of showering. yet, you still couldn’t get here on time. why didn’t you stop me? you just kept watching. now that’s just poor law enforcement skills. catch me if you can, my dear agents. but take my word for it when i say you’re going to be next. come find me, agents.’”

“she’s taunting us.” aaron looks away.

“i know.” spencer sighs.

you head to your safe house, laughing most of the way there. parking the car, you go inside and open your laptop. you watch them comb through the house through the cameras already set there. keeping your eye on one specific agent, you take a bite out of the apple in your hand. you smirk, listening in on their conversations on how they can’t seem to catch you or how they have no strategy at the moment to capture you. you decide to leave another message, but at the bureau.

“hotch,” aaron answers his phone.

“she just left another message,” penelope says with fear in her voice. “it says, ‘if you can’t catch me, then i will catch you because i can. however, i only want one of you. figure it out. who do i want? i’ll be back soon, agents, and that is a promise.’”

“garcia,” aaron starts.

“i sent the message to your phones. sir, i’m scared.” penelope’s eyes begin to shake back and forth from the multitude of screens in her lair.

“she won’t get you. stay in the bureau, she will never go there.” aaron hangs up.

“is this some kind of sick game?” derek asks, holding up his phone.

“who does she want? and why does she want one of us?” david asks, furrowing his brows.

“all of her victims have only been female,” jj starts, “so what if it could be emily, garcia, or me?”

“we can’t rule that out,” spencer says, “but we shouldn’t rule out us guys. she could change her m.o in the blink of an eye.”

“maybe she’s a lesbian, getting back at women for hurting her,” emily suggests.

“let’s all get back to the bureau, we have more to discuss.” aaron turns, heading for the car.

you laugh when you walk into your favorite room. you sit, grabbing a knife from the table and cleaning it thoroughly. you glide your finger against the blade, liking the sharpness of the blade. you put the knife back down, grabbing another to do the same thing. you stand, humming a nursery rhyme as you walk around the room staring at your collection of weaponry.

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leaving your house, you drive over to the bureau. sitting in the car, parked under a tree, you watch as spencer leaves the bureau alone. smirking, you exit the car and walk over to him. his back is facing you and you knock him out from the back of his head. dragging him to your car, you drive over to your main house. you go to the basement, sitting him in the chair in the middle of the room.

you leave, making your way upstairs to make you both something to drink. you don’t plan on killing him, only because you kill women. you head back downstairs, placing the drinks on the table. sitting across from spencer, you wait for him to wake up.

“(y/n)?” he calls out.

smirking, you stand from where you sat. walking to him, you cup his cheeks, caressing his cheeks. booping his nose, you turn around and head back to the table. you grab the laptop across the room and stream the feed to the bureau.

“why, hello, agents,” you smirk.

“she’s got reid!” penelope yells. “she’s got reid!”

“(y/n), what are you doing?” spencer asks.

“entertaining the audience.” you sit in his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. “but i don’t plan on killing you. i only take women, you know.” you tilt your head, looking into his beautiful eyes.

“we profiled you as a lesbian,” spencer says.

“i am not a lesbian. full respect for everyone in the community because people deserve to be who they truly are. i’m straight, spencer, very straight and very into you.” your eyes darken, filling with lust.

“(y/n),” spencer says.

you get up from his lap, walking over to the laptop. grinning, you wink at the camera.

“enjoying the show, agents?” you laugh. “i told you i will catch you because i can.”

“why do you only take women, (y/n)?” spencer asks, coughing a little.

“because i had a bitch best friend who took everything from me. it used to be just my dad and me, but she seduced my father, took my trust fund, and left me for dead. instead, i came back. i went to see that bitch and i killed her. and it felt good. really, spencer, it felt good,” you say, facing him. “now, i don’t want to hurt you. i just want to play a little.” you sit in his lap again.

back at the bureau, penelope tried to trace where the feed is coming from. since you’re smart, it’s very hard for your technology to be tracked and traced. you made sure it stayed that way.

“(y/n)? why me?” spencer asks, coughing a little.

“because i like you,” you say, “and you’re one of the cute ones. you’re smart. i like smart. i like nerdy. men like you always come first. men like derek morgan will have to wait a while because they play a little too much. there’s so much to adore about you, spencer, and i adore all of you.” you push his hair behind his ear. “would you like something to drink? i promise you i did not poison the drink or tamper with it. it’s just iced tea.” 

“yeah, sure, my throat’s pretty dry.” he nods.

grinning, you get off his lap and walk behind the laptop, grabbing the cup with a straw in it. putting the straw in spencer’s mouth, he hesitates, but he drinks. when his thrist was quenched, he pulled back and you put the cup down. walking back over to him, you sit in his lap.

“can i kiss you?” you ask.

“u-um,” he stutters.

“spencer, have you been kissed before? have you let a woman take control before?” you smirk.

“i-i kissed someone before, b-but it was just once.” he shrugs.

“why don’t i be the second?” you say, connecting your lips with his.

“what is she doing?” jj asks, watching the feed intensely with the rest of the team.

“she’s seducing him.” aaron keeps a straight face.

pulling away from spencer, you look in his eyes. seeing that he tried to connect your lips again, you smirk, getting off of him to tease him. you heard him groan, making you giggle. walking over to the laptop, you bend down to give a view of your full face.

“i think it’s time for us to be alone, agents.” you wink, cutting the feed and closing the laptop.

“(y/n),” spencer says, rattling the cuffs.

“oh, darling, i’m coming.” you walk back to him with the keys. unlocking him, you expected him to pin you against the wall and for the cuffs to be on your wrists.

“when you start something, you have to finish it.” he pinned you against the wall, attacking your lips with his.

you kiss him back, feeling his hands roam your body. telling you to jump, he carries you upstairs. you guide him to your bedroom, stripping at the same time. he laid you down carefully, pulling away from you. he removes his shirt, tossing it somewhere.

“i thought you were going to arrest me.” you tilt your head.

“maybe we can have some fun first.” he smirks, pulling your panties down.

he started with his fingers. pumping in and out of you, circling your clit, kissing your neck, and getting hard from the sound of your moans. he sucked on your neck, definitely leaving hickeys. before you reached your climax, he pulled his fingers out of you, sucking them clean.

he removed his underwear and removed your top and bra. climbing on top of you, he lines his tip with your entrance and presses his lips onto yours as he enters you. you moan, loving the size of him inside of petite, little you.

he thrust in and out of you slowly, waiting until you adjusted to him. when he picked up the pace, you dug your nails into his back. your moans mix with his, the feeling of pleasure taking over your body. spencer picked up the pace, going faster and harder.

“fuck, spencer, oh my god,” you moan. “yes, right there, oh fuck, don’t stop.”

he continues to thrust until his movements become sloppy. the both of you climaxed at the same time, him collapsing beside you. you smirk, getting on top of him. sliding onto his length, you begin to ride him, but painfully slow to tease him.

“fuck,” spencer curses, putting his hands on your hips to help guide you.

he throws his head back in pleasure as you ride him. your pace quickens when you crave more pleasure. your moans become louder as you throw your head back in pleasure. feeling your climax coming, you move faster and rougher to maximize your pleasure.

“fuck, fuck, fuck!” you yell.

the both of you climaxed, you collapsing beside him. the sound of your heavy breaths was the only sound in the room. you look over to him to find a small smile on his face. laughing a little, you roll on top of him and press your lips onto his.

“you did great, babe.” you kiss his lips repeatedly.

“so did you,” he says with a small smirk.

“hurry and get dressed so i can release you back to your team. i’m wanted, remember?” you chuckle, getting up from the bed. you didn’t mind being naked around him.

you get fresh clothes from your wardrobe, slipping them on as spencer, himself, got ready. when the two of you were finally dressed, you made your way down to the basement to the laptop. you send your address to penelope, waiting with spencer until they arrive. when you both heard the sirens, you glance over to spencer. you attack him in a kiss, almost goodbye, and tell him to walk outside.

“hold your fire! hold your fire!” aaron shouts, telling derek to run in and grab spencer.

“you okay, kid?” derek asks.

“i’m okay.” he nods.

“(y/n) (y/l/n), come out of the house!” you hear aaron yell. cooperating, you step out of your house with your hands up.

“i will cooperate,” you say.

“cuff her,” aaron says, motioning for emily to go.

“(y/n) (y/l/n), you are under arrest for the murders of twenty-four women and the kidnapping of a federal agent.” emily cuffs you.

you block out whatever she says, looking over to spencer. he flashes a wink and you smile, winking back at him. shoved into the back of the police car, you turn around so you can see him properly.

“come visit me.” you mouth.

“i will.” he mouths back, nodding.

cheers to the end of your spree. one kill and sex on the same day. 

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　@literallyprentissstwin　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

[tartagilicious]

for the 700 Drabble, could you possibly do one of Gavin (mlqc) with a fluff fakerelationship!au using 27 (what if I told you I’ve been in love with you since we were kids?) and 14 (I’m right where I belong)? it doesn’t have to have all of those elements though if there’s something you’d want to change!! thank you im advance

I just wanna say I love all the prompts you guys sent in, like uGh. this one in particular had me thinking a lot when I got it. plus, I can’t help but sigh every time I get a gavin request. because like bitch?? I love u?? 

also did you hear about the anime mlqc is getting? I’m literally so excited about it, it looks amazing!

(also I don’t remember the side characters names jsjhfdjshd I think they’re Anna and Kiki but I might be wrong.)

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I do love you (gavin x reader)

Your coworkers often teased you about how close you were to four wildly different men, and you suspect that was the reason they were smiling so cheekily when they informed you of the upcoming charity event. It probably wouldn’t be too brash to suspect they had some kind of bet going - probably along the lines of who you would invite, you guessed - and you felt just a bit too pressured about it.

“I’m sure a date will be no problem for you, ___,” Anna said, her expression friendly but her voice sly. She was a hell of a businesswoman, but even smarter when it came to harmlessly pushing all of your buttons.

You just scoffed quietly, refusing to meet her eyes as you focused on the computer screen in front of you. “Why do you say that?”

She shrugged, her lips curving up into a small smile as she leaned on your desk. “What, it’s not like you’re not thinking of someone right now anyway, ___. Besides, I’m sure there’s a secret someone that’s stolen your heart already.”

“It’s not like that, Anna.” You insisted, your eyes finally turning on her as she quirked a brow.

“Is it not?”

You didn’t say anything. And you hated your silence because you knew it told both of you that you acknowledged that she was right. There was undoubtedly someone that had come to your mind almost immediately, and though he hadn’t exactly stolen your heart, he was definitely the one person closest to succeeding in doing so.

Maybe he was the first person to come to your mind because you knew he wouldn’t say no. Or maybe it was because you wanted the excuse to ask him in particular; but, you doubt you would ever admit that to yourself even if that were the case.

You had a hard time admitting even the bare details to him, after all.

You’d met with Gavin later that day, deciding that it would be the perfect time to ask him your favour as he had already invited you along to walk around the square for the evening. Friendly outings between the two of you weren’t uncommon and happened more often than not, so you figured that it would be the most comfortable spot to ask your question.

God, it made your heart race. You didn’t seem to think to ask him to be your date for a night was a big deal beforehand, but every time you opened your mouth to do so, your throat dried up painfully. Though, Gavin, being the person he was, knew something was up from the beginning. He even commented on it a few times, but you always politely turned the conversation somewhere else out of pure concern for your racing heart.

Yet, it was nothing short of your expectations when you finally got out the words you’d been rehearsing over and over again in your head for hours. He had graciously treated both of you to ice cream when you decided it was time to finally say something.

“Gavin, I know this might be a little too much to ask, but do you think you could be my boyfriend for a night?��

Your lips pulled into a pitiful smile as your hands gripped your skirt. It was silent for a few moments before he finally looked at you from where he sat, an eyebrow raised as he asked, “For a night? What’s the occasion?”

You were oddly disappointed at his bland reaction but were happy with his response nonetheless.

“There’s a charity event for Loveland TV in a few days,” You explained, watching his expression carefully. “and I was told to bring a date.”

He shrugged and nodded. “Sure, I’d be happy to, but why do you need me to act like your boyfriend?”

“Ah,” You rubbed the back of your neck, your cheeks flushing in embarrassment as you recalled the afternoon.

“Well, let’s just say I implied some things that weren’t true in a fit of irritation.” You smiled sheepishly but were relieved when he laughed.

“You really have always been the type of person to act now and think later, huh?” He said, still chuckling. You couldn’t help but smile at his words.

“Maybe, but thanks for helping me out. You’re the only person I could think of to ask something like that.”

There was a flicker of something in his eyes, but before you had time to dwell on it, it replaced with his usual easy-going confidence.  

“You would only need to ask me,” He said nonchalantly, digging his novelly small spoon into the dish of ice cream in his hand. “I’d be hurt if you went to anyone else first,”

His tone was slightly joking, and you let out a relieved laugh. Leave it to him to make every conversation comfortable, even if what he said made your heart jump.

“But, anyway — what’s this event all about?”

You explained it to him almost eagerly, but you just passed it off as feeling relieved. After all, the whole interaction had gone so smooth, you couldn’t find a reason not to be happy about it. Gavin also seemed to be enjoying your mood, his lip consistently quirked up into a small smile as you talked, and the detail had you feeling light.

You were glad that you’d asked him. Of course, you wouldn’t have minded going with someone else, like, say Lucien, but something about knowing that you were going to dance as his girlfriend for a night had you giddy the entire time you were preparing for it the next day.

But, you were startlingly awkward when he picked you up. You tried not to be, but the sight of him in a suit and tie had your words lodged in your throat as soon as you saw him. Thankfully, it was fine, because he read the situation and made the friendly conversation that was common between the two of you and wasn’t awkward in the least.

It must have been one of his charms, making people comfortable. You swore it was because you couldn’t help but relax when you heard his voice or saw him smile. And as soon as you reached the venue the party was being held out, you weren’t nervous anymore.

“So,” You spoke quickly as you unplugged your seatbelt. “I think you actually already know me well enough to play my boyfriend-”

“Hey,” He interrupted with a small smile as he turned off the car, making your eyebrows raise slightly. “I’m your boyfriend, remember? That’s not something you should be saying to me,”

Your lips parted in surprise before you raised a brow. “Then what’s something I should be saying to you?”

His eyes narrowed as his lips curved up into a tentative smile.

“Ask me later.”

You’d pursed your lips, giving him a questioning look, but had still followed him out of the car and up to the building. But, before he could reach the doors, you rushed out and grabbed his hand, stopping him with one last thing on your mind.

His eyebrows furrowed, and though a hint of surprise flashed through his eyes, that was all it was; a flash.

“What? Is something wrong?”

‘Um,” Your face flushed. “It’s just- if my friends say anything weird, don’t mind them too much, okay?”

He laughed as he took his hand away from the doorknob to lightly ruffle your hair, careful not to mess up the way you’d styled it. “They wouldn’t be your friends if they weren’t weird in some way already.”

You used your free hand to hit him on the shoulder, and his laughter didn’t cease, but there was a warm and affectionate look that stayed in his eyes that you could definitely get used to. But, like any other time, it was gone soon after, replaced by an easygoing look as you walked into the building.

Photographers flocked around you, flashes whirring, and with an encouraging hand squeeze from Gavin, you both smiled and waved. You never felt completely comfortable with all the attention that came from inheriting the production company from your father, but with Gavin by your side, standing there for the camera felt as natural as breathing.

After he managed to pull both of you away from the crowd, you tried to look for Anna and Kiki to inform them of your arrival. But, you couldn’t help but walk rigidly, nervous for the life of the fib you were trying to pull off. You trusted Gavin, of course, but you didn’t know if you trusted yourself.

Holding his hand as you went through the room was enough to make your heart pound, so you didn’t know what you were going to do when you had to pretend more convincingly in front of them. Your mind couldn’t help but run through the possibilities, but a voice called out to you, thankfully, before you could overthink it.

“___!’

Anna’s unmistakable voice called out to you, and with one last comforting squeeze to your hand, Gavin pulled you over to her.

“I should have known,” her voice was subtly teasing, but you just gave her a small smile and pretended not to notice. “Of course you were talking about Gavin. Who else would it have been?”

You tried to ignore her words, but you couldn’t help the blush that blanketed your cheeks. It seemed like Gavin was having a hard time fighting a blush, too, and she just laughed.

“You two are so shy~” She cooed, barely able to fend off a meticulous grin at your expressions. “I’m sure you’ve already done everything, so there’s no need to hide it.”

Gavin just laughed along with her, his hand that was still wrapped around yours turning slightly clammy. But, you didn’t mind. You were sure that you were much worse, after all.

“Of course,” He said, his voice so suddenly adoring that your blush darkened immediately. “We’ve known each other for so long, so it was only due time.”

She quirked a brow. “How much is a long time?”

“High school,” He answered with a smile, so lovely that you couldn’t help but wish that his words were genuine. “She was a year younger than me, but we saw each other a lot anyway, so we knew each other.”

Anna nodded with a slightly less suspicious smile. However Gavin’s words were hitting, they seemed to have an effect on her.

“That’s really cute! You never told me any of that, ___. I saw him so much but never knew…” She trailed off, and Gavin exchanged a tentative look with you, unbeknownst to Anna.

You were suddenly looking desperately for an escape, not wanting to have to deal with the maddening pressure anymore. You hated having to lie to one of your best friends, especially if the feelings that were supposed to be fake were becoming more real as the minutes passed. You felt like you were lying to too many people at once.

And you thanked god that Gavin was so perceptive. He was a thousand times more social in a lot of ways, too, so he no trouble excusing both of you and letting you lead the way out of trouble

“Gavin,” You got his attention quietly as he looked to you. “Sorry for dragging you into this. You can wander around if you’d like, just take my pass and they’ll let you go anywhe-”

You started to take the lanyard off your neck, but Gavin’s hand slipped out of yours for the first time that night to put an arm around your shoulder, successfully stopping you.

“You’re not getting rid of me that easily, ___. I’m right where I belong.”

Your cheeks flushed as you looked at him, the close proximity of your faces putting you off significantly.

“O-ok, well,” You paused for the sake of your voice, which felt like it was about to break out. “Do you wanna go outside? This building has a courtyard, and uh- it’s kinda, uh stuffy in here?”

You were a stuttering mess and got your words out as more of a question than a proposition, but Gavin just smiled and leaned back, seemingly satisfied with what he’d just done.

“Sure we can. Let’s go.”

His hand slipped from your shoulder to fit in your hand again, and you couldn’t help but sigh internally as he pulled you along. You had such a hopeless crush on him at that point that it wasn’t even funny.

He found the doors without much of your direction, and to your relief, the courtyard was closed off for only a select few, so you were able to be there without any distraction. It was too nice of a night to be distracted, you thought, momentarily forgetting about your wildly beating heart as you stared up at the stars.

“Hey,”

Your words were quiet, and more earnest than even you’d ever heard from yourself, so his head turned almost immediately.

“Can we talk about something?”

He pulled his lips into a line for a few fleeting seconds before nodding.

Your mouth opened momentarily, and the words lodged in your throat.

“What if we dance out here?” You blurted, ignoring the screams of protest in your head. You’d meant to confess your thoughts to him, but there was so much holding you back that you had no choice but to chicken out.

“You can still hear the music, and, it’s prettier out here.” You explained, letting out a nervous chuckle as he just smiled at you. His sweet gaze told you he knew what was whirring in your head, but his smile told you nothing.

You took it without another word, and couldn’t help a smile when you began to step to the rhythm of the music behind the windows. Unsaid words hung in the air, begging to come into the light, but you couldn’t help but rest your chin on his shoulder as you moved, not trusting yourself to look at him and let your eyes say what you couldn’t.

So you just stood there, letting your breathing steady as you adjusted your grip around his back and in his hand. Maybe it was better if you just pretended.

“___,” He called your name softly, his breath humming right by your ear as a shiver ran down your back. “What if I told you I’ve been in love with you since we were kids?”

Your breathing steeled as you gripped onto the fabric of his jacket.

“You don’t mean that.”

“You make my heart race with just a touch, ___. You’re kind and will do anything for the people you care about and the things that matter to you. You’re hard-working and sweet, and you make me crazy with longing-”

Your brows furrowed as doubt and happiness whirred through you simultaneously. “Gavin, stop.”

“I won’t. Not until you see-”

You let out a quick breath as you reached up to his collar and pulled him into a rushed kiss. He grunted in surprise, his arms moving slightly before settling back down as he moved his lips languidly against yours.

You kissed him until your lungs couldn’t bear it anymore, your breaths equally laboured as you pulled back and looked at the other.

“Don’t you get it, ___?” He took an uncharacteristically unsteady breath. “I love you, and I have since before I can remember.”

“This isn’t my fake boyfriend saying this, is it?” You pushed out a small laugh as your cheeks flushed. He did nothing but smile at you, swiping a thumb over your cheek.

“How would you feel about your real boyfriend saying that?” He said, his hand going down to rest around your waist again comfortably. You felt completely natural with him by your side, and finally, the screaming in your head ceased.

“I’d feel great about him saying that,” You whispered, unable to keep a smile off your lips as he lifted you off the ground into a tight hug.

“Gavin!’ You laughed as he lifted you into the air, but settled into a happy smile again once he brought you down near his face.

Your nose brushed lightly against his cheek, and at that moment, the weight on your chest lifted as you whispered shyly, “I love you too,”