#why no this oddly specific scenario is not about something in my day to day life ha ha hee 🤡

[estro-gem]

Jax x Ragatha: Eyes

The Amazing Digital Circus AU: Oasis

Author's Note:

When he looks at me... and I look at him... and he looks at me... aNd I lOoK aT hIm - I'll stop now I was meaning to write about the other characters, but these 2 were stuck in my head! Blasted!

I craved fluff, so I give fluff. This is a simple, short and sweet scenario. It might take a bit for me to write again, but we'll see how it goes. Let's hope there's no mistakes in the grammar! No warnings; other than the fact that the characters belong to Gooseworx~

Sorry if I disappear for a while, I'll try not to make it too long. Final year degree stuff...

SUMMARY:

Ragatha hand-embroiders something under Jax's merciless stare.

Please enjoy!

EYES

Watching someone repeatedly poking a needle through fabric shouldn’t be so interesting.

Ragatha decided to blame it on the obvious; Jax was stuck in a digital world where every day was a chaotic deadline with the pressure of your whole family coming for a visit this coming evening and your house was still a mess, because you didn’t have the time or energy to clean it this morning, since your cat decided to shred the last toilet paper you had in you house and you had nothing to wipe with, thus it cost you an early trip to the store, but you missed the bus and it was raining, so you ditched the store to just walk to work, only to realize that you haven’t changed out of your pajama’s yet and you had no spare clothes, forcing yourself to attend a meeting with water dripping down your legs and you clothes sticking to your body.

That was oddly specific…

The point is that everyone craved some form of normalcy. Jax was allowing himself to just exist her presence, who was caught in the slow, tedious process of embroidering a purple piece of fabric by hand. He didn’t make an effort to keep a conversation going, but the ragdoll wasn’t bothered by it. Her hands tingled where his big eyes were fixated, watching intently.

They were situated on a two-seater couch that they randomly found back stage. It's been a while since the group first carried it out to place it off to the side, near the main area. It was rarely used, unless it was a scenario such as this one; Jax watching Ragatha embroider quietly.

At first, she thought that he was looking for an error to point out, or even just to mess with her by trying to make her self-conscious with his unblinking staring. To counter whatever she thought he had planned, she would just discard the fabric and thread, while she wasn’t too far into her progress. In doing that, this would be a practice trail to complete her embroidery project away from prying eyes in the future and she would have the satisfaction of seeing Jax’s face when he saw how unbothered she was losing her progress or messing up.

But the snarky comments never came.

That’s alright, Ragatha could work with that! He was just being patient, until she had something to show for her time and effort. Until her work was something of value to lose. It was only a matter of time before the bunny brought up his old schemes again, so in the meantime, she would just have to continue. She was actually making great progress; it was starting to really look like something.

Oh no…

Ragatha didn’t think that she would make it this far. What started as two big dilated, black pupils, evolved into two large golden eyes staring up from the purple fabric. She was currently hyper-focused on the black rim surrounding the brilliant golden sclera of the second eye, almost completing the set. It was coming on so nicely.

The doll wasn’t nearly as brave as she was before. She wanted to curse her patience with herself, with this project, with Jax being Jax...

A mysterious flush of heat and tingles dragged itself up the red-head’s face. She couldn’t understand why – she was annoyed, but she wasn’t angry. She wasn’t even human, so the sensations, though otherworldly, was not the strangest thing to happen to her – she could take and axe to the face without so much as a squeak – but it was still puzzling her. It was making her feel lightheaded, as she suddenly became very aware of her steady calm breathing and abruptly fumbled to consciously control it. It was like she was a flustered mess that suddenly forgot how to breathe. All her well-practiced hand motions briefly paused as there was a moment of deep contemplation.

The tingling heat instantly evaporated from her face, only to flare up onto her now frozen hands, hovering closely over the embroidery.

Ragatha almost twisted her neck with how quickly she whipped her sight to Jax sitting next to her.

She was probably hallucinating, but she almost believed that she saw him lean back slightly, as if reigning himself. The bunny was comfortably sitting back with his one arm hanging over the back of the couch they shared, bending his elbow to rest his cheek on his hand. If the doll shuffles closer, he would practically have his arm draped around her shoulders, and she would be able to rest her head in the crook of his neck.

His eyes were fixed on her hands that was now folded atop one another, covering the golden orbs she spent so long on. He didn’t look bored, per say, but he did sport his usual smug, unbothered expression. If anything, he looked content, but Ragatha knew Jax better than that. She could feel that the intensity of his gaze prickling over her now heated hands meant that he was deeply invested – interested. If she felt his eyes so prominently fixed on her hands…

Was he focused on her face before?

“Ya makin’ somethin’, Dollface?” Jax asked nonchalantly, lazily trailing his gaze up to her face. He was wearing that smug grin - and the poor dolly suffered the severe rush of heat bite into her cheeks again, desperately trying to focus. She missed the fierce flash in Jax’s eyes as she tried to keep her darn breathing steady; not quite able to just let it manifest naturally anymore – too slow, then too fast… then too slow…

“You tell me.” She bit back without thinking, “You’ve been staring this whole time.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes!” Ragatha huffed out, “What? Are you waiting for me to mess it up?”

“Only you could mess this one up.” Jax mused through his Cheshire grin, “I didn’t even touch you!”

“You didn’t have to touch me to make me- eh- nevermind!”

“To make ya what?” The sparkle in Jax’s eyes seemed to blaze into a raging fire. His eyes seemed to pin her down for a moment, before his tone suddenly shifted, "You give me too much credit, Doll."

Dangerous.

Jax felt dangerous when he was eyeing her like that. It’s a danger that Ragatha couldn’t help but get lost in, as she let out something between a huffy sigh and an incredulous cackle. Her hands were shaking. The tension was getting harder and harder to endure. When Jax was like this – when she was like this - they always ended up like gasoline on fire.

The doll would always somehow unintentionally, yet willingly tempt him by looking like his personal feast.

Jax would always somehow resist the urge to kiss her breathless.

“What exactly are ya makin, Raggs?” Jax strained his smile as he tore his gaze away from her siren-call she has for a face. Things must move along before the bunny does something he would instantly regret.

Ragatha took a few seconds to cool herself off, then followed the rabbit’s lead to look to the golden eyes she was embroidering.

“I wanted to make a plush.” She mindlessly trailed one finger along the rim of the eye, “I figured that I could embroider the face before cutting the fabric into the shapes I need. It's a bit upside down, since it'll probably by easier to stuff the plush first, but I didn't think this would turn out so well. It was meant to be a practice-run.”

“Those are my eyes.” Jax gave her a cheeky glance, “You miss me in bed or something?”

It was supposed to be a joke, but the doll decided, she had enough.

Screw it.

“I thought this would be a good alternative, yes.” Ragatha said plainly, effective shutting the rabbit up, as her voice seemed to wilt slightly, “I wouldn’t bother you as much. I know you don’t like me touching you.”

“Ragatha, I don’t like anyone touching me.” Jax turned to face her fully, tone shifted uncomfortably serious. He almost sounds upset.

Maybe she shouldn’t have said anything. In attempt to save the situation, she kept het mouth shut. No more words.

Dolls are seen, not heard.

“Why me?” he asked, a simple question.

It only required a simple answer.

“I trust you.”

Ragatha wanted nothing more than to leave. She was embarrassed and uncomfortable; and she was convinced that Jax felt the same. She didn’t consider that she ripped his heart out of his chest by saying that.

She shouldn’t trust a snake...

Just when Ragatha got up to retreat to her room, she jolted upon feeling a desperate hand grab at the hem of her dress. She stood in place, but didn’t look at Jax. She wanted to forget that they had a conversation in the first place.

“Make me one when you are done with yours?” Jax spluttered out unplanned. There was a beat of silence, before the doll gave in to look at the bunny once again. At least he got her attention-

“Make you a plush… of yourself…?” Ragatha asked slowly, confused.

“Make me one of you.”

He had to be joking. There was no way that he would ask something like that and be serious about it, right? He would just wait for the moment she let her guard down to start laughing, right? Right?

The room just wailed in silence.

It weighed down his larger-than-life persona to dangle at his knees. Ragatha was dumbstruck as she searched his face for something wicked, only to find a troubled man stare back at her.

He was being sincere.

“Why me?” She asked, confused; a simple question.

It only required a simple answer.

“I trust you.”

Oasis: TADC AU list

Masterlist

[sunsetsandsunshine]

~ Ticklish Hands ~ 

HELLO FELLOW PPL! 

THIS FIC IS A GIFT TO THE WONDERFUL @rottmnt-supremacist

Ler: April👩🏾‍🦱💚

Lee: Raph🐢❤️

Warnings: None :)

Summary: Donnie, Leo and Mikey inform April on a little secret Raph has been keeping from her; chaos follows.

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Raph was chilling in his bedroom, listening to music with his headphones on while snuggling his favorite squishmello: Mr. Stripes the Zebra. He was sitting criss-cross applesauce on his red fluffy carpet he put next to his bed a couple days ago.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the side of his curtains. He took off his headphones and put them on his desk. It was most likely one of his siblings…and to be completely honest, was scared for the reason why they would come into his room…not that they would do anything bad of course! It’s just his siblings always found a way to make they’re visits to his room…interesting.

If it was Leo, he probably wanted to show Raph yet another TikTok of the Lightskin Stare trend with Olaf from Frozen that Raph’s sworn he’s seen more times then he’s even breathed. If it was Mikey, he probably wanted to show him another recipe he made. Mikey was getting…creative in the kitchen and wanted to try some different flavors! Like his famous Pickle-Pizza-Chocolate Cake-Ice Cream wrap…sounds delicious, right? If it was Don, he probably was coming in with a 25-26 page slideshow on why Raph should allow him to steal the government's secret stash of uranium…

Don’t ask…

And if it’s April? She probably came in to trash-talk her classmates about how they were just “stuck up rich kids who can’t pull their heads out of their own asses.” Which Raph knows more than 89% of April’s classmates deserve that insult.

Has all those scenarios happened before or is Raph being oddly specific?

Take a guess.

“Come in!” Raph exclaimed, preparing himself for whoever walked into his room.

“Hi Raphie! Your brothers told you your little secret…” April grinned as she went directly in front of Raph, sitting down. Raph cocked his head to the side in confusion. “Wait…what? What secret? Raph doesn’t keep secrets…” The snapper turtle said, putting his finger to his chin and wondering in thought. What secret? 

That time he ate all of Mikey’s leftover birthday cake? No…that couldn’t be it. He was caught red-handed by the birthday boy himself for that one. He has the bruises to prove it…

What about when he stole all of April’s nail polish for himself to try? Uh…no, couldn’t be that either. She actually found him in the bathroom trying to paint his nails with her light blue nail polish: Periwinkle. He knows that blue is Leo’s thing but he must admit he did look pretty good! But he does remember having more colors than periwinkle on his nails, and with April’s help he was able to have pretty nice nails. So that can’t be it.

The snapping turtle wondered, what in the actual shell did my brothers tell her? Because if he himself can’t even remember what kinds of secrets he’s told his brothers who knows what they told his elder sister. And judging by that Cheshire grin April had plastered on her face, it was something really funny he did or really embarrassing. 

“What did they tell you?” Raph gulped, fiddling with his fingers in his lap. April innocently smiled, cracking her knuckles. “Give me your hand.” April said, reaching out to Raph with one of her hands as if she was grabbing something. The snapping turtle hesitantly put one of his hands in hers as she turned it upward so his palm was facing the ceiling.

“Tell me, Raph. Do your hands happen to be ticklish?” April asked, not even waiting for an answer before she scribbled her fingers over Raph’s palm.

Oh.

those.

little.

SHITS. 

Raph was SO going to get them for this later…

“Pfft- Ahahaprihil!” Raph giggled, curling his fingers inside of his palm but only was able to curl them midway as April gently pulled back his fingers, not letting them curl. Raph came out of his sitting position and started squirming; lightly kicking his feet and squirming from left to right. “Stop squirming, Raph. I need to see if this tickles!” April demanded.

“Ihihit dohohoes tihihickle!” Raph yelled, covering his face with his free palm blushing a bit because- really?! Why did she think Raph was a giggling mess right now lightly kicking his feet at her feather-like touch across his palms? 

April then lightly started tracing over Raph’s wrist, causing the snapping turtle to throw his head back and cackle, kicking his legs on the floor trying to get his hand out of April’s grip. “AhahaHAPRIL! PleHEASE!” Raph cried, falling down on his shell due to how much he was laughing which gave April an opportunity to climb on him and scratch her fingers along his sides. 

Raph clamped his hands over his mouth, not wanting to get April satisfied about his reactions to her tickly touches. His sides weren’t even that ticklish! He’s fine. Pfft, tickling? What’s tickling? It doesn’t tickle at all  he’s fine-

April lightly grazed a finger on his shoulders, causing the red banded turtle to let out a girly scream, descending into laughter. 

Well, fuck. 

“There we go~! There’s my laughy Raphie!” April teased, now scribbling back to Raph’s sides. The snapper mentally cursed himself for even letting himself let his underarms be exposed in a situation like this. Because- it’s April. Not that he would openly admit it but she was probably the best tickler of the family. I mean- Look how much he’s laughing right now!

April started slowly moving up and down Raph’s side; only tickling him with her pointer finger on the both of her hands. “AHAHAPRIL NAHAHO WAHAIT!” Raph squealed, trying to push April’s fingers away from his ribs.

“What are you getting so worked up about, hmm big guy? Oho, you didn’t think I was gonna go…there, did you?” April teased playfully, poking near but nowhere close to Raph’s underarms as the turtle let out loud shrieks at the poking. 

“Stop squirming, buddy~! You’re making it really hard to tickle your good spots~!” April smiled, but the tease only worsened the squirming. 

“AhaHaPRIL! IHIT TIHIHICKLES! ReeReEhEEheE! PLeheHEASE!” Raph laughed, shaking his head and kicking his feet lightly, trying to get out from April’s hold. April smiled at the childhood nickname Raph said throughout his laughter, chuckling as the snapper turtles face started glowing a bright red. She hasn’t even been tickling him all that long!

“Stop squirming or I’m going to tickle your underarms.” April threatened which caused Raph to immediately stop thrashing and just laugh his heart out, weakly kicking his feet behind April here and there. “YOhohoHOUR’E tihihiHICKLING MEEHEE! Ihi caHAHAN’T hehelp ihit!” Raph whined as April only rolled her eyes in amusement. 

Suddenly, the second youngest of the Hamato Clan walked into the room, closing the curtain and walking to April, standing next to her, completely unbothered by his brother getting completely tortured by they’re older sister.

“Hey, April. Do you know where Mikey is? I wanted to show him this meme I found!” Leo giggled, rewatching whatever meme he had pulled up on his phone. “Oh! Mikey said that he was going to go to Baron’s place today, didn’t he tell you?” April said turning, her head to Leo but still tickling the sides of Raph’s ribs, switching between pokes and light scratching to keep him in stitches. 

“Ugh! No one ever tells me anything!” Leo groaned, turning his phone off and putting it in his sweatshirt pocket. “Thanks, I’m gonna go bother Dee. See you later, Riri!” Leo chirped, turning around to the exit. “Also, make sure to not kill Raphie over there, okay?” Leo chuckled, opening the curtain and leaving Raph’s room. “I won’t~!” April sang, kneading both of Raph’s thighs behind him.

Raph whined throughout his laughs as he kicked his feet and lightly pushed at April’s hands, trying to get April off of him. “NAhah! StAHAP! AHAHAPRIL!” 

“Raph, you literally tower over me, bud. You could EASILY stop me if you wanted to, but here we are~!” April teased, leaning in closer to give Raph a kiss on the cheek and scribbling her hands all over him tummy. “SHUHUT IHIHIT!” The snapper yelled, gripping his fingers on April’s wrists trying to ceases her tickle torture and then she suddenly…stopped?

“What did you just say…?” April asked, looking Raph dead in the eyes as she slowly started making her way up his sides. Then to his ribs. Now hovering over-

Oh no.

Oh. NO.

Raph couldn’t help but immediately start cackling as his sister's fingers hovered over his death spot: his underarms. He could feel the tingly sensations of her fingers slowly getting closer and closer. Raph tried kicking his feet, bucking her off, pushing her shoulders lightly but she did not move an inch. 

Oh…Raph was completely SCREWED. In the famous words of his second youngest brother: “Eugh boy…”

“AHAHA! WAHAIT WAHAIT WAHAHAIT! IHIHI’M SOHOHORRY!” Raph tried to reason. He wasn’t a scientist like Donnie but he’s pretty sure there’s a 99.9% chance that April’s going to go for his death spot no matter how many pleas he gives.

“Too little, too late, bud.”

April blew multiple raspberries on the right side of Raph’s neck, so much that he doesn’t even know how April isn’t out of breath yet while also tickling his underarms. But he couldn’t worry about that- he had to worry about not dying by the clutches of his big sister and her tickling hands. And ohmigosh did it tickle a whole lot…

And if things couldn’t get any worse, April started now randomly switching the sides of Raph’s neck where she was giving tickly kisses too; making the snapper scrunch his shoulders and shake his head. 

If you know Raph, you know for a FACT that he cannot STAND tickly kisses- it’s the actual death of him. He’s so used to roughhousing (he grew up with 3 little brothers, can you really blame him?) that he’s not used to these feather-like touches. Which makes it tickle so much f*cking more than it should.

“PLEHEHEHEHEASE!” Raph cried, hands still holding wrists and she continued her tickle torture. “Please, what little brother?” April asked, before blowing raspberries on Raph’s tummy. “IHIHI DUHUHUNNO!” He screamed.

“AHAHAPRIL AHAHA! PLEHEASE! IHIHI’M SOHOHORRY! MEHEHERCY!” Raph cried, tears building up in his eyes. April got off Raph, knowing the safe-word and lying down next to him on the fuzzy carpet as he caught his breath. “You okay, big guy?” April asked, turning her head towards her little brother. “Ihi’m fihine, sis.” Raph giggled, as April rubbed the ghost tickles away. She then got up to get Raph a glass of water that was on his desk and gave it to him. “Thahahanks…” Raph chuckled as he drank the water

The two eldest suddenly heard a crash nearby presumably in Donnie’s lab, followed by some yelling and shrieking, and…whirring?

“NARDO GET BACK HERE WITH MY GOGGLES!”

“YOU’LL HAVE TO CATCH ME IF YOU WANT THEM, FEO HERMANO!!!”

April sighed at the recus her other younger brothers were making, pinching the spot between her eyes as Raph erupted into laughter by his sister’s reaction. “We can’t leave those three alone for a second, can we?” April groaned, crossing her arms. “Yeah…” Raph sighed, standing up and taking April by the hand, helping her up. “Besides, I need to get revenge on them anyway for telling you I have ticklish hands anyway…” The snapper said, cracking his knuckles as April only chuckled at the statement.

“And don’t think you’re safe from Raph’s Revenge™, Riri” Raph grinned, poking April in the side causing her to squawk and squirm away from the touch. She glared at Raph before playfully shoving him as they exited his room. 

“Oho, I’d like to see you’d try, Raphie.”

——————————————————————— 📢❗️LEE RAPH! LEE RAPH! LEE RAPH! LEE RAPH❗️📢

ALSO…POSSIBLE LEE APRIL FIC??? 👀 

As always, hope you all enjoyed!

[whumpshaped]

anon asked:

okay here comes an oddly specific whump scenario i like! i‘d love to see how you write it :)

whumpee struggles with some problems and tends to drown them out in alcohol. one day when they get home drunk in the middle of the night, their parents are waiting for them with a suitcase full of their stuff, giving it to whumpee and telling them that they are no longer welcome here. in their despair, whumpee calls the only very close friend they have (caretaker) for help. the problem is that whumpee is still very wasted and not making much sense. caretaker comes to pick them up and whumpee sobs into their shoulder. in the end whumpee comes to live at caretakers home <3

(not sure if it hits a squick for you as bad parents are involved in the beginning, if it does, feel totally free to either ignore this prompt or change it up. so that maybe whumpee gets thrown out of a group home or something)

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tw bad parents, alcohol, addiction whump, emeto

"We have enough problems between the two of us. We don't need an alcoholic of a child on top of it."

Whumpee staggered along the sidewalk, trying to drag their suitcase with one hand while dialling their friend with the other. Their phone's screen was cracked in several places, and with how drunk they were, they could barely make out the names of the contacts.

"It's fucked up," they muttered. Their tears were falling freely, further obstructing their already swimming vision. "It's fucked up, they're my parents. What do you mean you don't need me? Did I ask to be fucked into the world? Fuck you. Fuck you."

They tripped and caught themself in the last moment, feeling almost grateful that at least they didn't concuss themself. They decided to sit down on the nearest bench while they made the call; Caretaker didn't need to hear them fall on their ass in their drunken stupor in real time.

The phone barely rang two times when their friend picked up. "Whumpee?" They already sounded concerned. Whumpee tried to recall how many times they'd cried wolf recently, but they couldn't even remember. "Everything okay?"

"I'm fine. Hey... Can I come over?"

"Yeah, of course. Are you crying? What's going on?"

Fuck. "No, I'm just... outside. It's cold. So I'm sniffling."

"Why are you outside at 2 am?"

"What's it to you?" they snapped. "I was just– I was taking a walk, and then I thought... I wanted somewhere warm..."

"How much did you drink? Where are you? I'll pick you up. Are you gonna be okay until I get there?"

"I'm not a child. I'm fine. I'm, uh..." Whumpee tried to make out the name of the street, but the letters danced and swirled and made their head hurt. "Fuck, you know where I am, I'm in that... that area with the, like... the park, and the school, and..."

"Gotcha. Don't move."

"Wait–"

"Hm?"

Whumpee swallowed. "Can you stay on the phone? I don't like this place. Just put me on speaker or something while you drive. Please?"

"What do you mean you don't like it? Whumpee, are you okay? Is someone bothering you?"

"I'm fine! I'm fine, there's no one here, I..." Their voice broke as they looked around the empty street, barely illuminated by a lamp way too far away. "I'm alone. I'm so alone. Can you hurry?"

"Two minutes, angel. Sit tight."

Whumpee couldn't remember what they talked about while they waited. At some point they stretched out on the bench and almost fell asleep, and they didn't even realise they were hearing Caretaker's voice both from the phone and from a few feet away. They barely reacted when their friend shook them by the shoulders.

"What's with the suitcase, Whumpee?" Caretaker asked, worried out of their mind. Whumpee couldn't understand why. They hated their parents anyway. "What did your parents do? Did you run away?"

"'m sleepy," they slurred, closing their eyes again. "Take m' home... please..."

"Alright, alright. Up we go."

The whole world tilted as Whumpee was pulled upright, and they immediately turned away and retched. "Ugh... Gross... Sorry..."

"Don't worry about it," Caretaker said gently. "Let's go home."

[ginsakatoki]

Ok, this one is oddly specific but I hope it's fine with you. So I was thinking about this scenario: post-dmc5 Nero meets reader (who's also a hunter, well into her 30s) during Red Grave clean up and after some time he started seeing her as a mother figure, and the feeling is pretty much mutual. Now she's not very fond of Dante and Vergil (at first) for obvious reasons, so when they return from hell chaos ensues. Nothing super angsty, I just really want someone to slap those shit twins around a bit on Nero's behalf, cuz the boy deserves it <3 Would be extra fun to add Nico, Lady and Trish to the mix, but it's up to you. Thanks!

Oddly specific scenarios are what I like and need, plus this has found a soft spot in my heart and since I saw it in the requests I couldn’t help but want to write it. There is a part that might be a bit angsty but otherwise it’s pretty soft. I have just 1 request left for dmc, then I’ll take a break from it. Please, please ask me about other fandoms too when i open my requests again.

Anyway, sorry to make you wait this long, hope you enjoy it :)

Nero With a Motherly Reader

When I saw on the news what was happening in Red Grave I had to rush in, no matter what the authorities were saying, no matter if everyone was in a rush to leave the city, I had to get there. The idea that demons were slaughtering innocent people made me sick, how did they get in the city in such large numbers in the first place? I’m an experienced hunter and I know how demons usually act: they’re not pack creatures, they’re independent and enjoy the thrill of the hunt on their own. When they do work together, it’s in groups of five or six, so why are there thousands of demons all of a sudden? The answer is pretty obvious. A higher rank demon must have spawned in the city, and I am motivated to stop it. Well, that was the intention anyway.

I just got into the city, and it looks like the major fight has already ended, Red Grave is a mess and there isn’t a single soul around. Demolished buildings, alley walls painted red in blood, burnt ashes of what used to be people… it looks like a manifestation of Hell on Earth, a land owned by the dead. I drive around by car, avoiding corpses and rubble, until there is no access anymore.

I didn’t quite notice it before, but the stink of death surrounds me anywhere I turn, and it gets harder and harder to breathe… or resist the impulse to puke at any corner. Despite this scenery of death, the city is silent, and I’d definitely doubt anyone or anything was around, lurking in the shadow, if I didn’t know better.

I walk and walk until my feet start to hurt, and it becomes increasingly obvious that something is wrong. The demons should have attacked by now, yet all is still silent, eerily so… until it isn’t. A loud sound of engines starts roaring a few streets further, a motorbike perhaps?

I hurry towards the sound, guns in hand and the sniper rifle at my back. As I get closer, I start hearing the distinct sound of voices screaming at each other and a battle. I’m not sure if they’re fighting against each other or demons, though it all sounds very… chaotic.

“What the hell, Nico! Are you trying to get me killed?” Says the first voice, clearly a young male.

“Hell nah. You’re doing a wonderful job yerself” I can’t help but giggle a little, they sound like siblings that banter every day.

I get to a dead end and the fight is just ahead, unreachable by this road, but I refuse to turn tail and run. That’s when I notice a fire escape that heads to the roof, high ground it is. The battle still wages while I climb the ladder and new voices come in.

“Lady! On your back!”

“I got it!” A loud and powerful explosion almost knocks me down… was that a bazooka? I get to the rooftop and I finally manage to see the battle ahead. A large amount of demons is on the streets, a couple of dozens by the looks of it, and among them there are four people, each of them holding their own against multiple enemies at once. Not bad at all. If this were a game, they’d definitely get an SSS rank. I look around for the perfect spot to set up my rifle and give them support. Turns out I got ready to shoot at the perfect time: a demon was coming towards the young man by his blind spot and all his mates were busy in their own fights. With no hesitation I shoot the demon on the head, blasting it off. The man looks at my way for a moment, then continues his battle. I give support to each of them, getting enemies out of their way and protecting their backs. Soon enough the fight is over and before I can even blink the young man is at my side.

“Who are you? What are you doing here” he still has the gun in his hand, itching to shoot at any given moment.

“Calm down, boy” I slowly get up and hold my hands up “I’m a hunter, I came here to clean up this city. Just like you guys.”

The tension on his shoulders eases up, but he sure doesn’t give me the satisfaction of putting away his weapon.

“I had everything under control, you can go back now; we don’t need civilians around. And don’t call me boy.”

I stare at him confused, did he not hear me when I told him I’m a hunter? He seems to read the confusion from my face.

“I don’t buy it. You can’t be a hunter, you look like a mother or teacher if anything.” I don’t really have a reply to that, I mean. I _am_ a teacher… and I was a mother. Plus I don’t really dress like his hunter friends: no revealing clothes, no bad ass leather, just jeans and a comfy sweater but I get interrupted before I can reply.

“Yo Nero come here we gotta go! Wait who’s that? You find yerself a hot mama huh? You nasty”

“Oh, shut up Nico!” Once again, I giggle at their interactions.

“Say what you wish, boy, but you guys sure sound like you need a mother. Anyway, we really should go. Red Grave won’t clean itself.”

With that I head back to the street and meet the other members of the crew, the funny and solar Nico, the calm but strong Lady and the seductive and down to earth Trish, completely unaware that it will change my life.

It’s been three years since I met the crew and I must say, I grew attached to all of them, Nero and Nico in particular. They always banter and fight like teenagers but I know how much they care about each other. At first Nero was very skeptical about me and refused to even look my way for a long time, the more I was around, the less he opened up, if anything he closed off even more. Regardless I kept doing my own and, before I could even realize, I started making sure he always ate well (he had such an unbalanced diet I could feel my cholesterol rising just looking at him eat) and slept long enough. More than a few times I found myself covering him with a blanket when he fell asleep on the sofa or covering for him more than the others when we were out on missions or even worrying for him to the point I’d be the first to rush in and help him heal his injuries. It went on like this for a year until one day, when we were alone, he exploded with rage I couldn’t understand.

“Why are you doing this? You’re not my girlfriend, you’re not my mother, so why! I don’t need your stupid kindness and your stupid support, I’m not a child, just go away!” His whole body started to shake and tremble and, at first, I thought it was out of anger. I had to change my mind when I noticed the way he kept hiding his face from me, and how his voice had become a breath whispering me to go away. I didn’t quite realize until that moment how broken he was, how the conviction of being unlovable was rooted inside of him, how he felt unable of being cared for because he’d never known the unconditional love of a mother nor the protective kindness of a father. In a moment of epiphany I understood that everything I had done for him, it had never actually been _for him_, it had been for me. Salty tears started crawling to my cheeks before I could control them and words spilled out before I could choose which ones to say.

“I’m sorry, Nero. I’m so sorry. I didn’t think this would cause you pain. I just… I got to know you and you reminded me so much of my son. Of how grumpy and unhappy he looked the day I went to see him years after I gave him up for adoption believing it would be for the best because I was too young and too stupid. But it was not… it was not” my throat started to hurt and it got harder and harder to breathe.

“He got involved in some shady business and he got killed… he was just a boy. I wanted so desperately to get my son back, to fix my mistakes and I projected that on you… I only made my mistakes bigger. I’m sorry, Nero”. The little composure I had left vanished and I began crying uncontrollably, Nero’s whimpers and cries merging with mines while we looked into each other’s eyes. He closed the distance almost shyly, looking for comfort he didn’t think he deserved, and he hugged me desperately as if afraid I’d run away and leave him alone like all his parental figures had done.

We never talked about that day again, but things had clearly changed. Nero was not grumpy around me anymore, instead he liked to talk about how his days went and started coming to me for advices instead of trying to handle everything by himself like he always used to. He even introduced me to Kyrie and they both agreed I should come over to dine with them in the weekend, like a family.

I stare at Nero and Nico banter in the living room of Devil May cry reminiscing all the events in the past three years. It took time but it seems that Nero has almost healed from the wounds of loneliness and abandonment and I couldn’t be more proud. As I think this, the door opens with a loud thud and two tall men enter like they own the place (which they technically do). I’ve never met them before but the crew has talked a lot about them: Dante, the legendary devil hunter and Vergil… Nero’s father.

“We’re back!” Says the one I presume to be Dante “Why the long faces, no welcome home for us?”.

“We’re back? Is that all you have to say after vanishing for 3 goddamned years? What did you expect! A welcome home party with balloons and candles?” I speak before I can control myself, they cannot be serious.

“Excuse me, missy, but who are you? You’re trespassing, you know, this is my property. Is this your new partner, Nero?”. The nerves of this man.

“Stay away from my son” The twins stare at me, stunned, until Vergil decides to clear this up.

“Son? You’re not his biological mother”

“You’re right” I reply “I am not and, obviously, his ‘biological family’ did a much better job at taking care of him now didn’t you”.

The two men keep silent and lower their heads exchanging guilty glances.

“Now if you don’t have anything important to say, go to your rooms to think about what you’ve done and how not to fuck up again” they both look up, surprised.

“But-”

“No buts. If you’re not going to act like responsible adults, you’re not going to be treated like ones. Now go” they lower their heads once more and start walking towards the stairs.

“Yes ma’am”.

[sakumasmut]

I wish I had horny thoughts to share, but the head is just full of soft Himeru. Both him being soft and being soft with him. Also the fact that his hair must be super soft. I wanna run my fingers through it so bad. Watch him get so sleepy from a bit of physical affection. Dozing off soundly right then and there. From tense to completely boneless in seconds. Good luck getting him to move. But why move at all? Stay on the couch... or bed... snooze a little too. Might as well when used as a pillow by the pile of vaguely human-shaped goo. There's no going anywhere anyway... because no way you'd ever have the heart to wake him, right?

Also (because this is a smut blog after all lol): sleepy sex best sex, I will die on this hill. It'd be really hard to convince him not to get up early (or would it really? If he doesn't have any urgent work... the protest is little more than keeping up appearances...) but once you do? No one is moving - at least not to get up - anytime soon. The sort of day where being awake and asleep blur into one, much like the lines between your bodies blur when he lazily grinds into you... or just cockwarming... spooning... the good stuff.

Semi-related other way of making him relax and melt? Peg him. I wrote half a novel on that for a reason. It needs to happen. He deserves it.

An oddly specific scenario (maybe one day to be written properly) lives rent free in my head about him just coming home exhausted, but the kind of exhaustion and stress that lingers and won't allow him to relax at all. If he feels like it, he gets to vent, whether it's actual verbal complaints or just him sounding generally disgruntled lol But while that helps (as does the aforementioned playing with his hair or giving him a much deserved backrub) instead of passing out with his head resting on your thighs like he usually would from that alone, it's clear the situation calls for more drastic measures. Cue the strap. Maybe he doesn't ask outright, maybe he doesn't even know how badly he needs it himself, but when a completely unintentional touch on his butt (Can't skimp on that! It's part of the back, so it gets rubbed. It's only right. Doesn't matter that he's flat as a board...) provokes such a sweet (not at all a reason to be embarrassed, Meru!) reaction, how could you not? I don't think him the type to be overly inclined to sub regularly, but after a day like that? No thinking for Himeru please and thank you. And just handing over the reins to be fucked silly is certainly the nicest way to ensure that. It's fine to manhandle and order him around a little, he's happy to do as he's told. But make sure to reward him plenty. He works so hard. Better appreciate him.

Lmao okay, never mind. This did end up horny after all. Mission accomplished.

I did contemplate whether to sign off with the emoji I still have claimed since you asked for a sign of life from your anons, but I feel like after this ramble you as well as anyone who's spent more than 5 minutes on the smut side of the enstars x reader fandom knows who wrote this anyway lmao

- @deepersea

I’d be surprised if his hair wasn’t soft to the touch, he’s got a whole makeup and skincare routine, so fancy shampoo and conditioner seem like they’re hand in hand. Definitely something you wanna run your fingers through rather than ruffle up.

Sleepy sex!! always good!! I do think meru isn’t the type to stay in bed too long in the morning, even when he has no work he has a sleep schedule to maintain. but a bit of lazy grinding won’t do any harm, maybe it’ll even wake him up. if you reaaaaally insist on clinging to him, he’s not against sleeping with his cock inside you, pulling you close so that he wakes up to your body warmth embracing him in the best way. though trying to pull out without you noticing is a whole separate thing, maybe it’d be better to wake you up with some thrusting instead…

I fully agree with you when you say pegging could fix some of himeru’s problems. getting him to be vulnerable is hard, but I’d assume if you’re already in a relationship with him he’s got lots of trust in his partner. so, if they want to help him relax, after a stressful day, he’s not going to decline. I imagine during foreplay you can run a finger down his spine and get lovely shudders if not moans from him, so while you’re pegging him, stroking his cock and rubbing circles along his lower back, you’ll probably have him cumming in seconds.

and let me know if you still wanna keep the sign off! I usually delete them if the owner reveals themselves like with crow

[mlobsters]

supernatural s11e9 o brother where art thou? (w. eugenie ross-leming, brad buckner)

well i know this episode name and a vague idea something big goes down

saw her face and thought she was familiar but couldn't place her, but out in full lighting i was like whoa that's some deep cleavage oh hey it must be grown up amara who i also noted oddly lit cleavage

LOL please. this angle in that dress. anyway she must have been a busy bee all powered up like this

yes god is sending you messages that involve lucifer gently stroking your cheek,

the um, communicating via burning bush is also a little on the nose

i don't understand why they used this perspective for this argument. slight angled down and in hint of fisheye, it gives like, dream/drunk/incapacitated but then they pull out and they're just sitting at the library table. weird.

DEAN Because it’s crazy, okay! And it’s not going to happen. How many times do I have to say that this is a horrible idea? SAM About as many as I have to say, okay then what else have we got? Listen, I’m all ears. Dean, ordinarily I’d agree with you, but the visions only happen when I reach out to God. I asked him for a way to beat the Darkness and the visions got more specific – and I was in the Cage.

what radio station do prayers play on? angel radio? mentally turning myself in circles "well if you pray to god specifically which isn't that what people do? but don't the angels get prayers in this show? but how does that get divvied up [ad nauseam]" anyWAY. the point being, couldn't an angel pick this up so just because he's specifying god and he knows how to pray to specific angels, unless they have some exception routing for pople In The Know that prefacing with a specific deity or angel means only communicating with the one channel LOL (watch it be no, that's not how prayer works on spn, go to bed)

SAM You know Lucifer was the biggest monster ever hatched, until you and I hatched one that’s even worse. Listen, in the vision, Lucifer touches me and I feel calm, like things will be all right. And that’s not something I would ever come up with. I mean that is the last thing that I would ever feel. DEAN If Lucifer touched you, it would be the last thing you think. Ever.

the whole we hatched something worse thing. how everything is a flaming ball of garbage that just briefly gets put out but oops now we have this bigger and worse problem. i know, that's this show, it's how it works. anyway, i keep reading this and not getting it. like, last thing you think because if lucifer got a hold of him again he'd kill sam?

DEAN Why would God even ask this of you? What proof do we have that any of this is actually real?

okay but shouldn't the question not be real but, who is this coming from? who would have motivation to get you back in the cage? WORK THE PROBLEM, FELLAS

SAM There was a burning bush. DEAN A burning bush? SAM Like in the Bible. DEAN You were in the forest. There are bushes there and sometimes they burn!

okay my official story to myself, because i think the way he keeps treating sam like he's crazy is aggravating horseshit, dean's doing this because he's freaked the fuck out about sam going back in the cage and can't think straight.

SAM Dean, doesn’t it make sense? I mean, Lucifer would know how God ended the Darkness. He was there.

he's got a little snarky thing on the "he was there" but like, if god is talking to you in this scenario and telling you to go chat up lucifer to find out how to whammy the darkness... shouldn't god cut out the middle man and tell you directly? i'm confused. if this were like, Serious about god show, i'd get the whole test of faith or what the fuck ever, but not on this show? where we had gods meeting up at a hotel for a conference in 5x19

i think i'm gonna watch this tomorrow when thinking clearly :S all right, take 2.

CROWLEY (speaking to DEAN) Because she chose you. And you couldn’t control your girlfriend. What happened in that room? Why did she insist on sparing you? SAM looks quizzically at DEAN and then CROWLEY. CROWLEY What is she to you?

outed on the lie (fucking finally) by crowley, good job, dean.

okay so i had not considered going back to the cage was like, for a little interview. we'll pop in, ask some questions, pop out. whatcha think, crowley?? like how are you going in and also coming out? with all the hoopla required to get in there the first time and the mishap getting sam out.

probably just that it's organ but this music in the big reveal is reminding me of interstellar (2014) cornfield chase (great now i'm crying over that)

anna lapwood plays it on the organ

CROWLEY Clearly, if Sam enters the Cage he’s gone. And yes, it’s on my bucket list, now is not the time to be selfish. Need a secure site, a way to neutralize Lucifer’s powers. SAM In Hell? CROWLEY Yes, in Hell! So we have a modicum of control. You think I want that abomination running amuck upstairs? DEAN Is it possible to control the situation because if Sam’s not safe it’s not happening. CROWLEY Goodness mummy, loosen the grip.

of course we need the book of the damned. gotta get everyone back in the fold. and the angels are gonna try yet again to do .... something 😪 this show can't get enough heavenly politics. is that the fault of cas being so well liked?

rowena having a moment over the lucifer reveal

needed this angle again, apparently. for artistic reasons clearly

SAM You’re sitting there with the Book of the Damned and the means to read every word, and you think I’m going to set you free? Do I look crazy? ROWENA Well, you do have unresolved issues with your domineering older brother and the abandonment by your father.

so helpful. she trying to prod him a little to go it alone?

okay so i guess we just didn't have time to talk about dean lying about his and amara's thing, sam made a couple faces and we're moving on. and dean is ignoring sam's call because apparently we need to go to hell RIGHT NOW OR NEVER for no good reason other than getting sam to go alone. so dean can have A Moment with amara. i have a hard time caring about the new random villians of the season they spin up

looks so tiny next to sam

for the record i think this is a whole mess of plot contrivances and i'm not jazzed :p

ROWENA He’s so alpha isn’t he? Probably not relationship material though.

oh no. sam, don't tell lucifer god is talking to you. are we having a little gaslighting parallel where lucifer and amara try to do their little sales pitches to sam and dean

AMARA He encouraged religions as monuments to his ego, promised the fearful safety if they’d adore him. His way or the highway. DEAN Some people find comfort in that. Golden rule, Brother’s keeper. It is his universe. His rules.

me trying to scrape together the 3 brain cells that have any knowledge of christianity. (ok, do unto others blah blah is the golden rule; brother's keeper - well that's what cain says after killing him and god asks where he is? and he's like bro i'm not in charge of him. so i don't get the reference other than the general cain and abel of it all in spn generally and the Brother Drama and falling down on the keeperism at the moment)

LUCIFER And, I need a ride out of here. I mean, I look swell in here and everything, but I’d be so much smoke top-side.

mmmk.

LUCIFER One who is strong enough to hold me, handy, and available now. Catch my drift?

creepy flirting. are adam/michael still chilling alone in the cage elsewhere?

appreciate the effort but did dean think stabbing her with a regular old knife was going to do anything?

can't eat your soul so i guess let's make out

sammy, what are you thinking

so it was lucifer sending the visions, surprise surprise. continue to be disappointed with the way we got here because i think sam knows better, and if he's not running on all cylinders due to the lucifer involvement, dean is his sanity check. big sigh

it is nice to see mark pellegrino, he does a great job with lucifer. one thing i will put blinders on about is lucifer's repeated references to sexually assaulting sam during his time in the cage. (and this episode ended with a question about sharing bunks)

[sunnyrosewritesstuff]

Hello hello 👋🏻 for the wip title game - how’s about #17 - cheat code? 👀👀👀👀👀👀 thank youuu

Yes, of course! Thank you. So Cheat Code is basically my take on a time loop where Bilbo was in the modern world playing a video game, only to get sucked into Quest for Erebor. I teased it earlier this year as one of my Birthday Plot Bunnies, but here's a new little snippet below:

Bilbo didn’t even get a chance to cry out and warn Ori before finding himself back in Bree…again. He groaned as he rubbed his eyes. Trolls, stupid, stupid trolls. Why did they have to go to the Trollshaws at all? Why couldn’t he just skip this part of the game? Bilbo stomped down the stairs in a bit of a mood as he decided to wait for the Company in the bar. 

He drummed his fingers on the table as he waited for the food he ordered. Apparently, his stupid hobbit body that he picked need to eat constantly or he would run out of energy. Not for the first time, Bilbo regretted not picking Wizard. He bet Gandalf surely had some sort of spell that would deal with the trolls, but no. Every time they get to the spot, Thorin does something to drive him away. And nothing Bilbo says gets Gandalf to stay. Another dumb gaming mechanic.

When he had last been in his world though, Frodo said something about distracting the trolls until the sun could come up. Only problem was the dwarves he was traveling with seemed to be in a contest of the ‘most dramatic way to die’. Honestly, the way they came in to fight the trolls…some of them not even having any useful weapons. He knew both Kili and Thorin had a bow, but of course NEITHER of them actually use it against the trolls! Bilbo groaned as he let his head fall into his hands.

“And what’s got you down this morning? Did you also have a few pints too many last night?”

Bilbo snorted as Nori came into the room, taking the seat across from him.

“Of course not. Who would…”

“Bofur.” The dwarf interrupted with a smirk. “Plus the lads and Gloin and Dori, surprisingly enough.”

“Dori?” Bilbo gaped, his smile growing wide.

He never would have guessed the dwarf who had been so worried about his tea selection in Bag End to be the kind to be a part of an all-night binge. Nori answered his grin with one of his own in a way only a younger sibling could. 

“So what’s on your mind, Master Baggins?”

Bilbo was temporarily distracted by the barmaid serving his food, and Nori decided to light his pipe. He could just not answer Nori. It never seemed to affect the programming anyways as he learned from his long talk with Thorin that seemed to have been conveniently forgotten the next day. However, maybe that was the perfect reason to ask Nori.

“What would you do if we ran into a small clan of trolls?”

Nori raised an eyebrow. “That’s oddly specific.”

“Just…like to be prepared. For the worst outcome possible.”

“I don’t think trolls are very plausible even as a ‘worst case scenario’, but I do like the way you think. It’s the mindset of a thief. Planning out your moves ten steps ahead.”

Bilbo thought that would be the end of it, as Nori took another puff from his pipe. It was fine. After all, the NPCs are limited in their responses.

“Trolls are massive and will most likely snuff the life out of you faster than you can blink.” Nori remarked. “But they do have one major weakness.”

Bilbo leaned in, almost as if Nori were telling a secret.

“Trolls are very stupid. Get them to engage with you verbally, and there’s a good chance you can outwit them long enough to get away…or stall til daylight.”

Bilbo took a bite of his eggs, chewing thoughtfully. Outwit the trolls. He certainly hadn’t tried that one yet.

[colossal-red]

have some g/t fundy questions to clash with your no motivation!! answer whenever you have the time :)

do you see fundy as more of a tiny or a giant? or perhaps a mini-giant or sizeshifter? :0

what's your favorite g/t au/oneshot with fundy in it? ps. i'd be hype to find some fics if you'd like them :]

how are fundy's borrowing skills? is he more clumsy or put-together? ramble about borrower!fundy headcannons, please /nf

if fundy were to be a borrower, who's house would he live in? why?

if fundy were a giant, who would he acquire as his tiny friend?

do you have any fic/au ideas with g/t fundy??

are you pleased or offended by the g/t fundy content in this fandom?

if g!fundy were to be put into a situation where he was offered to be paid handsomely in return for using his size difference for evil, would he accept or decline, do you think? why?

and finally, have a quick lil scenario: t!fundy hitching a ride on a fox :D maybe if we're talking about a dsmp setting, he'd ride it around l'manburg & manburg in the early days >:D

i hope this has helped your oddly specific no-motivation :D

Oh wow, thanks for the questions Brick! :D

Hmmmmm

I personally see him as more of a giant, tho Sizeshifter and tiny Fundy are pretty great as well I think :D

Definitely, @blurrybunnie 's Lost Kin fic, its what brought me to this community and is just really good in general and I'd definitely recommend it. :D (Also I'd absolutely love if you were to find fic's for me @w@/nf)

I'd say that he might not be the best at borrowing XD He'd probably be the type of borrower to pull off a convoluted prank and end up getting a bit too close to a Bean and caught- xd I think that he might be the type to take a bit-too-much food from the Bean and getting noticed, and I think he'd be a bit more of a loner for the most part :D

Now this is a good question @w@ I think one of the more obvious options is putting him in Wilbur's house with the Father-Son Duo even if they wouldn't be Father and Son in the au. An alternative option could be the homes of the Las Nevadas crew, or JSchlatt's home in an AU, I feel like those would be the best although it would be interesting to try out others than those XD I do have an idea for another guy who Fundy could live with... but I dunno if they're good with Fanfiction of themselves yet so I'm holding off of it for now- xd Oh and also H-bomb, tho without the Cat Maid Sona for, fairly obvious reasons I think O_o

Who would Fundy gain as a Tiny friend-? Well, I feel like it could be similar to the previous options with who he'd borrow from, Wilbur, and the Las Nevadas crew, I also feel like H-bomb would be a good fit for this, though without the Cat Maid sona, for fairly obvious reasons- O_o

I have my AU SRBF already made, with tiny!5-up and giant!fundy, but other than that I don't have very many ideas sadly ;-; Hmmm, tho I do think something related to him imitating Wil's 100-player challenges using borrowers could make an interesting fic concept >:D

I wouldn't say I'm pleased, and I definitely wouldn't say I'm offended, I'd say I'm more, hopeful for Fundy in this community, there already is a bit of g/t Fundy out there, but it just needs to be expanded upon and explored further, I think there's potential here @w@

I think it depends, if he already has some tiny friends then he would probably decline, tho probably just barely... and if he didn't then he'd definitely accept the money I think XD After all, I heard that before it was retconned and he was made Wilbur's son in DSMP He originally joined L'manburg because they seemed wealthy xd tho this was retconned and changed to him being Wil's son.

:0 Oooooo, that is a pretty good scenario, would definitely make a good art piece XD I wish I was a good enough artist to draw that @w@

Thanks for the Ask Brick! :D

[thedanoriddler]

Random thought but can you imagine Eddie’s reaction to his significant other being in the arts, like an actor or singer or dancer or whatever, and them being sad when they get passed over for a role that ends up going to someone less talented/who only got cast based on looks?

[oliviaischillin1204]

Imagine, Virgil being the whole one who can wreck Roman and have him happier for the rest of the day, like to the point that roman goes to Virgil in his moods. It’s when Logan gets really curious and asks about it and Virgil shrugs and says he can show Logan if he wants and Logan agrees, instead of intense tickles Virgil just starts complimenting Logan more and more as he softly tickles an average tickle spot, Logan is besides him in laughter and he’s so flustered which makes It tickles more!~

alright. first. this ask was sent March 5 2020. EL EM AY OH. but we finished it! and i actually kinda really like it lmao.

(this is also a reminder that for any sort of prompt/imagine/HC/scenario y'all send me, i 100% might save it for ages if i wanna write a fic about it. so if you've Ever sent me an ask with something like that and u never got a response,,,,, that's why lmao. and i'm sorry if u sent something and weren't explicitly asking for a fic, but sometimes i couldn't tell if something was a prompt or a HC and i wouldn't wanna disappoint anyone who might've been prompting me for a fic. also i'm greedy lmao)

secondly, i realized when i finished it there there is some power play happening here, specifically with a light dom/sub vibe. it's NOT EXPLICIT and i wouldn't even consider it nsfw but it is definitely rated T for Teen so please heed that warning before you read it.

anyways love y'all uwu :3

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“I don’t understand what we’re doing,” Logan stated from his reclined position on Virgil’s bed. The other side stood over him, watching with a pensive expression.

“You said you wanted me to show you what I do to make Roman not be all mopey and insecure, right?”

“Yes,” Logan admitted, “but I fail to see how the instructions you gave me beforehand could impact whatever you’re about to do.”

“I literally just asked you to wear comfortable clothes, it’s not like I gave you freaking homework or anything,” Virgil said, shooting the logical side an exasperated look. He was standing on the other side of the room, fiddling with the fairy lights on his wall until the room was cast in a soft blue glow.

Logan laid his head back against the pillow. “Regardless, I still fail to see why my simple question required a demonstration. Whatever this special technique is, I doubt that it will be nearly as effective on me as it is on Roman. We’re very different.”

Virgil nodded, slowly moving until he was standing at the foot of the bed.

“Yeah, you are pretty different,” he admitted. He crossed his arms, looking down at Logan’s prone form. The logical side had begrudgingly agreed to ‘loosen up’, as it were, so he’d come to Virgil’s room wearing a pair of soft flannel night pants and a baggy t-shirt. Logan hadn’t seen the point of it, but he was willing to go along with it for the sake of experimentation.

“Do you think you can keep as still as possible for me?” Virgil asked. Logan raised an eyebrow at the vague request, but nodded anyway.

It wasn’t until Virgil slowly lifted his hands, letting his fingertips just graze the balls of Logan’s feet, that it clicked.

“Really?” Logan asked before he could stop himself. “This is what you do with Roman?”

Virgil held his gaze, a small smile creeping onto his face.

“More like what I do to Roman,” he corrected, and before Logan could respond, his fingers began softly spidering along the skin right underneath Logan’s toes.

“You ticklish here?” Virgil asked. There was... something about his voice that Logan couldn’t identify, but it made a strange fluttering feeling rise in his stomach.

“I-- I assume so,” he stammered. The touches were light, but he still felt oddly distracted as he continued, “The feet have a large number of, um, nerve endings--”

Virgil nodded, eyes wide and curious as Logan spoke. But his hands kept spidering, and after a moment they began to move lower, until they danced along his arches and above his heels.

“Yeah?” he prompted when Logan fell silent.

“Yes,” he managed. “Um-- they, they...”

He found that he couldn’t continue: his eyes kept drifting to Virgil’s fingers on his feet, especially when they began moving up and down his soles over and over again.

“Um, that tickles, Virgil,” he said, his voice catching and going slightly breathy as he spoke.

“Good,” Virgil said simply. “That’s the goal.”

His fingers continued their unhurried pace; Logan’s eyes were locked on his hands the entire time. One swipe underneath his toes made him twitch, bringing one foot in front of the other in an instinctive attempt at protection.

Virgil snorted. “Oh, rookie mistake.”

Logan didn’t even have a chance to process that before Virgil grabbed the offending foot with one hand, pulling it as far from the other one as he could before he began tracing slow, delicate lines up and down the sole.

It was at this point that Logan was beginning to realize he’d made something akin to a mistake. Oh, he knew everything would be fine-- Virgil would never risk hurting him, even with something as trivial as tickling. But every glance in Virgil’s direction only made the emo side smile more, and Logan was beginning to feel distinctly trapped in a way that... wasn’t entirely unpleasant.

“Roman figured it out first, you know,” Virgil said lightly. “He likes to come in here and be annoying, and sometimes when he got too annoying, it would escalate. Of course, he freaking loved it, the drama queen that he is, so it started happening more often. And then he realized... he didn’t just like the tickling.”

All throughout his speech, Virgil’s fingers were slowly, slowly tracing along Logan’s one trapped foot. It left him feeling off-balance, and his free foot began squirming in sympathy where his other foot could not.

Until Virgil allowed one hand to suddenly skitter under Logan’s other foot, too. Logan gasped, far louder in the quiet of the room than he’d intended, and tried to hide the bottom of his foot against the mattress. He struggled hard for several seconds, wiggling his feet and fighting not to pull his legs up to his chest.

“What Roman actually liked,” Virgil said, “was the buildup. He liked it when I went slow. He liked it when I took my time. He liked not having to fight back-- not having to fight at all. Just... letting it happen.”

He paused for a moment, pulling his hands away from Logan’s feet but still leaving them about an inch away in midair. Logan could still feel the heat radiating from Virgil’s fingers.

“Do you want to let it happen?” Virgil asked.

“Yes.”

Logan blinked. He... he hadn’t meant to answer so quickly.

Virgil smiled. “Thank you.”

And before Logan could even begin to process why Virgil was thanking him, of all things, the anxious side drew both sets of fingers back to scribble and scratch Logan’s feet, slowly migrating from the bottoms, to the sides, and finally swirling along the top of his feet.

“It’s interesting,” Logan managed, trying to keep his voice steady but unable to completely hide his growing flustered state. “By being in your-- your room, you are increasing my anxiety levels in order to, mmm, to make me more sensitive.”

Virgil raised an eyebrow. “Huh, I guess? I never really thought about it like that.”

Suddenly his eyes were back on Logan, his smile curling up at the edges as he continued, “That was a good observation, Logan. You’re really smart.”

Logan blinked rapidly. He felt his face flushing for no discernible reason.

“I, um, yes, thank you, Virgil.”

Virgil hummed, allowing Logan to squirm under his gaze for a few more seconds before continuing his slow crawl up his ankle.

“So, yeah,” he continued nonchalantly. “This is what I do to Roman. I didn’t think it would work so well on you... but I guess you also get in your own head a lot, huh?”

He kept up this light stream of idle chatter, urging Logan with another twitch of his fingers whenever the logical side opened his mouth to respond. Up, up, up Virgil went-- walking two fingers on each hand gingerly up Logan’s shin, taking a quick detour to flutter along the sides and underneath Logan’s knees. When his hands reached Logan’s thighs, he fluttered his fingers with a bit more purpose. Logan startled and pulled his legs partly up without thinking, knees rocking back and forth in an attempt to get away from the light touches against the tops and sides of his thighs.

“Jeez, L, I’m barely even touching you!” Virgil said, and Logan was wholly unfamiliar with and completely unprepared for the teasing tone of his voice. He tried to still his legs, but Virgil was kind enough to pull his hands away a moment later.

“Are you alright if I sit on your legs?” he asked. “It’ll help me reach better, and you won’t have to focus on trying to stay still.”

Logan blinked. “Well... that sounds like a very rational solution, um--”

Before he was finished speaking Virgil climbed onto the bed, gently swinging himself over Logan’s thighs until he was essentially straddling the logical side.

“Thanks,” Virgil said. For once, he seemed calm, cool, and collected-- he knew exactly what he was doing, and Logan just had to listen to him.

“I think I’m gonna go...” Virgil pondered. His hands floated above Logan’s torso, fingers wiggling just slightly as he moved them back and forth like a divining rod before coming to a stop near the middle of his abdomen. “Right. Here.”

With that, Virgil’s fingers touched down, wiggling ever so slightly against Logan’s stomach. It was gentle, gentle enough that Logan could’ve ignored it if he wanted to-- or at least, that’s what he told himself.

“Hey, it’s okay. You’re doing good.” Virgil’s voice stayed light and nonchalant as his fingers scurried all over Logan’s stomach, from the bottom of his ribs, to just above his hips, back towards the center, and out to the sides. When the nails of his left hand crawled over a spot on Logan’s left side, he twitched harshly and-- as if he literally just remembered the existence of his hands-- shoved Virgil away from the spot.

To his surprise, Virgil just laughed. “Bad spot?”

Virgil’s fingers swooped inwards again, and Logan inhaled sharply in a way that was not entirely voluntary. He felt his face grow warmer as Virgil laughed at him again.

“Damn, you’re doing even better than I thought,” he said, giving the spot above his bellybutton a few more scratches. “You’re totally giving into it.”

Logan didn’t really know how to parse that comment, nor the compliment that came before it, but he was a bit distracted with the way Virgil’s fingertips continued to dance and swirl along the thin skin of his ribs.

“Thank you,” he replied belatedly, flushing again as Virgil merely chuckled in response before turning his attention back to Logan’s sides. Virgil was now using two fingers on each hand on that one specific spot near Logan’s sides, and was now lightly dragging his fingernails up and down across the soft skin.

“How bad does this tickle, Logan?”

“Ssslightly,” Logan replied, although his voice was breathier than he’d expected.

Virgil nodded. “I’m gonna stay here for a little while, okay?”

“There?” Logan’s voice sounded small and slightly winded, and Virgil merely nodded again. Then he was silent, all of his attention focus on the microscopic flutters of his fingers.

Logan didn’t get it. Virgil was barely doing anything, just scratching where his sides met his stomach with a few fingers, the touch gentle and consistent and--

And it wouldn’t stop.

Logan shifted his torso one way, and the fingers followed. He scooted back in the other direction, and the fingers followed.

Logan gave a breathy huff, the fluttering feeling in his stomach growing even more intense. It only got worse when Virgil added a third finger on each hand, with every addition letting him cover more and more skin.

“I think someone’s ticklish,” Virgil sang in a quiet, lilting voice that made Logan’s stomach swoop. It wasn’t bad, it wasn’t bad at all, but it was--

Logan giggled, just once, and the dam burst open.

Suddenly the brushing of Virgil’s nails didn’t merely send tingles along his skin; it lit up something hot and squirmy in his stomach that made him shimmy helplessly away from the delicate touches. Every breath he took rode out of him on a wave of giggly laughter, and heat roared to his cheeks when he realized Virgil was laughing softly along with him.

“Is that what your giggle laugh sounds like? Gotta say, that’s pretty cute, Lo.”

Logan huffed, biting his lip as he started up at the ceiling for any sort of distraction from the insistent tickles on his sides.

“N-no,” he insisted through stifled breaths. “Not cute.”

The tickles stopped, and Logan found himself gasping for breath, even thought the tickles had been nowhere near intense.

He craned his neck, about to ask why Virgil had stopped, but the total stillness of the emo side made him falter.

“Excuse me?” Virgil’s voice was measured, like he was giving Logan a test.

“I--”

His voice cracked, and he hastily cleared it before continuing, “I am not-- that is an unprofessional and, and, and childish trait, um--”

Virgil suddenly dipped forward and pressed a kiss right below Logan’s bellybutton. The sudden attack made Logan’s entire body jerk in response, a wholly embarrassing squeal escaping from his lips.

Virgil smirked against the skin. “That was a pretty cute noise.”

His lips grazed Logan’s lower stomach as he pressed another kiss against his belly, forcing a barely-stifled whine out of the other side’s mouth.

“Your face is an awfully cute shade of red right now,” he continued, peering up at Logan with a look that made him want to dig a rather large hole in the ground and stay there for several hours. His hands came up to cover his face, groaning through his shaky laughter.

Virgil suddenly placed several more feather-light kisses against one spot just above his hip bone, making the logical side jerk his torso away on instinct.

“And that smile? That little smile, the one you can’t even try to hide because you’re too giggly?” As he spoke, Virgil reached up and gently pulled Logan’s hand away from his face, and sure enough, Logan was laughing too hard to focus on hiding his wide smile or blushing cheeks anymore.

“Logan, if you don’t think you’re cute, you need to get some new glasses, because I can say, objectively, you are very cute.”

“Stahahahap!” Logan cried. “I’m nahahat-- not cute!”

Virgil hummed in consideration before shaking his head.

“No, I think I’m gonna stay right here until you admit how cute you are.”

With that, he began slowly working his thumbs into Logan’s abdominal muscles, rubbing gently yet firmly into his lower stomach, and all the while his fingers continued their evil rhythmic scratching against Logan’s skin.

Logan cackled. His hands flew to Virgil’s, weakly pushing against his hands without any coordination, but Virgil still took the time to pause his tickling and grab Logan’s wrists, quickly pinning to his sides.

“Nope,” he said. “You’re gonna keep your hands still on the mattress, right? Because you’re gonna let me do my thing?”

Logan whined, nodding without realizing it, and immediately Virgil dove back in.

On and on and on it went. Virgil tickled Logan, and Logan didn’t even put up a facade of a fight, except for the few times that Logan’s hands flinched off the mattress and Virgil patiently put them back. The laughter under his breath was barely audible, especially with how loud Logan knew he was being, but Virgil was leaning so close over Logan’s torso that every exhale felt like sparks across Logan’s already beyond-sensitive skin. He couldn’t stop laughing, couldn’t stop squirming, and it took a downright embarrassing amount of time for Logan to realize... he didn’t want to.

“Do you get it, Logan?” Virgil asked; each word was another stroke of his finger nails across what Logan was certain was his most ticklish spot on his entire body.  “Of course you get it; you’re so smart, Logan. You understand everything. And you’re such a good friend. Being so patient. Letting me do this for you. Thank you for letting me do this for you.”

“Go somewhere else!” Logan screamed. He bounced helplessly against the mattress, shrieking when he realized he was only speeding up the pace of Virgil’s fingers by doing so. “Go somewhere else! Plehehehehease!”

“Nah,” Virgil replied, completely unbothered at he took Logan apart with just the tiniest little scratches he could give. “This is more fun. Easier, too. I could keep this up for hours. What do you think?”

Logan was shaking his head before Virgil even finished his question. “I cahahahan’t-- I can’t--”

All of a sudden Virgil’s hands shifted: he was no longer drilling into Logan’s stomach with his thumbs (thank God) but his nails still drifted ever-so-slightly around Logan’s torso. He was even avoiding that one spot on Logan’s sides, which Logan found equal parts suspicious and merciful.

“Would you want to?” Virgil asked. Logan tried to put his scrambled mind back together, but after a few seconds Virgil clarified, “I’m not talking about right now. You’re already exhausted, and I don’t think I’d wanna literally keep this up for actual hours... and, uh, you kinda don’t look like you’d make it that long.”

Logan huffed, his cheeks warming again after the small break he’d been given. Virgil cracked a smile.

“Roman’s basically the expert on this, and even he can’t go longer than an hour,” he said drily. “And I’m not interested in making this some kind of contest between the two of you.”

“I appreciate that,” Logan mumbled. He shifted from side to side, trying to keep Virgil’s hands far away from his more sensitive spots. “But... I understand the appeal, of the... activity.”

Virgil snorted, then again. “Oh, my God, you’re so clinical. It’s pretty, uh... cute.”

“Stop!” Logan blurted, throwing his hands over his face. Virgil laughed louder, and Logan couldn’t find it in himself to be earnestly annoyed.

“Well... if you ever want to... try to understand the appeal even better?” Virgil asked. His fingers trailed within an inch of the spots on Logan’s sides, and Logan shot his hands down, grabbing his wrists and forcing them away with his newly regained strength. Virgil didn’t even fight back. He merely smiled down at Logan, eyebrows raised.

“... I will think about it,” Logan replied, and when Virgil’s grin turned from teasing to triumphant, he couldn’t stop himself from smiling back.

[softxsuki]

hi!! i remember a while ago you wrote a fic about bakugou taking reader to a BTS concert and we talked about how he’d be Yoongi biased; ever since then i’ve loved your work!

i’m here to make a request for the valentine’s day event!!

- character is bakugou

- fem!reader

- pet names can include baby/babe, love, dumbass/idiot, pretty girl (this was the only reason why i said fem!reader lol just to be safe), and any of those pet names with “my” in front of them! (my pretty girl, my baby, etc)

- reader and bakugou are in a long-term established relationship :]]

- the tone of the letter is a full on love letter with a bit of comfort for insecurities that i explained in one of the bullets below (but the focus is a love letter, i hope that makes sense)

- genre is fluff and modern high school AU! so reader and katsuki go to a public high school and are teenagers; maybe they’re juniors or seniors if you’re familiar with the American school system

- katsuki gives reader the letter by getting reader’s friend to give it to them (the friend can be a BNHA character if you want) along with something wrapped in parchment paper

- so the idea i had for this letter is that katsuki and reader are going on a date for valentine’s day in the evening. let’s just say it falls on a friday because earlier that school day one of reader’s friends gives reader the letter and the package, right before they go home. reader is v confused but when they get home they find out that the package has a dress in it (the letter said to open the package first lol). it’s a dress that reader tried on at the mall when they went out with katsuki the weekend prior and wanted to get, but ultimately didn’t because they felt they weren’t feminine enough to wear it, or that they weren’t pretty. even tho they want to feel feminine, they struggle with it. they tend to dress more masculine on a day to day basis because of this. anyways, katsuki picked up on this and bought the dress on his own, knowing that reader wanted it. the main point of the letter is that it’s part of his gift for valentine’s day, but it’s also to comfort reader and tell them they’re pretty, and that they should wear the dress. he also has the details of the date in the letter and tells reader to wear the dress and meet him at a specific location for the date (maybe a picnic/stargazing date since the dress is kinda like a flowy and long summer dress if that makes sense?). of course he chose not to tell reader irl or even give them the package irl lol but it’s for the dramatic scenario >:]

ahhh that was long but i hope it made sense!! this is so self indulgent and oddly specific but i hope im not too late! if so that’s fine but thanks so much for taking the time to read this! :D have a good day/night

Bakugou's Comforting Love Letter To His Girlfriend

Valentine's Day Letter Event Masterlist (CLOSED)

Pairing: Bakugou x Fem!Reader

Warnings: insecurities about readers body, mild language

Genre: Fluff, Comfort

Post-Type: Letter

Word Count: 600

Summary: In which Bakugou sends Momo to deliver a dress and letter to you for him for your Valentine's Day date later that evening. He expresses his love and consoles you about your insecurities in the letter.

[A/N: HEY, Happy Valentine's Day! Ah yes, Bakugou as a Yoongi stan, I still stand by that statement. Thank you for the super detailed request, it really helped me visualize a lot of things. Also, those dresses were super cute, I wish I had the body for them LOL. I hope you enjoy this letter from Bakugou <3]

Earlier that day before you went home, Momo comes up to you and gave you a package that had a letter attached to it without any explanations. You’re very confused, but when you get home, put read the top of the envelope which says to open the package first and you’re pleasantly surprised when you see a dress in it; however, it isn’t just any dress, it was one that you had tried on at the mall when you went out with bakugou the weekend prior, but never bought.You wanted to buy it, but you didn’t because you felt like you weren’t feminie or pretty enough to wear it.

You admire the dress for a few minutes holding it up against your chest in your mirror before gently placing it on your bed and getting comfortable before opening the letter that was attached;

Babe,

I hope you followed instructions and opened the package first or else this letter is just going to be a huge spoiler for you.

You remember where the dress is from, right? I could see how much you adored it, but yet you walked out the store without it. I couldn’t help myself and returned the next day and bought it for you, thankfully it was still available, but you looked so gorgeous, it would be a shame for you not to enjoy yourself and wear it.I know you look down on yourself sometimes, specifically about your appearance, but you have nothing to worry about dumbass. Your appearance is proof of your hard work on building up your strength which is hot. I don’t care what anyone else thinks, you’re my pretty girl and I’ll kill anyone that says otherwise. So don’t think twice about wearing this dress, my old hag said it would look perfect on you, and it’s the first thing I’ve agreed on with her for a long time, so wear it.

Now, I bought you this dress to wear for our date tonight. It’s a special day for us, not those damn extras. Valentine’s Day is about us now and I thought you’d like something like this. It fits the occasion perfectly and you’d look beautiful. We’ll have a picnic under the stars together, just you and I.

On a serious note (I swear if you show this to anyone I’m never doing something like this again) I love you baby. You’ve managed to bring out a part of me that I hid away for so long because of my own insecurities. You always do your best to shower me in love as well and I’m sorry that I’m not the best at doing the same, but I appreciate all the love you’ve shown me. It’s something I thought would never be possible in my life, especially because of my attitude, but I’m glad that I let you into my life.

Anyway enough mushy shit, I’ll see you later. Don’t be late, idiot. I love you.

What the hell do I write here?

Bakugou.

You were so happy, you could feel tears of joy make their way down your face.

You looked back over again at the beautiful dress that you had fallen in love with that day, but regrettably left behind. The elegant flowers littered all over the fabric, the straight neckline, the vintage/cottage looking sleeves that puffed up perfectly–you were still in love with it and couldn’t wait to wear it for your special Valentine’s Day date with Bakugou.

You’d definitely need to pepper him in kisses as a ‘thank you’ for being so thoughtful and sweet when you see him.

EVENT REQUESTS ARE CLOSED

REGULAR REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Posted: 2/14/2022

[stellar-imagines]

SCENARIO REQUEST: ❝that's a little dark.❞

[ Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia ] [ Characters: Class 1-A ]

「 Class 1-A with an emotionless reader who gets hit with a quirk that make them turn back into a child along with the mentality of a child. In the end, Class 1-A and then fluff ensues with them basically fawning over a cute shy and easily flustered reader. But, they discover something about you.」

You couldn't remember what you did yesterday but it felt like you had the greatest sleep in your entire life. As your eyes adjusted to the surprisingly bright light, you slowly got up and looked at your surroundings. The place was unfamiliar and for a second, you found yourself rubbing your eyes and yawning. It seemed that you were in an infirmary of some sort but you don't recall going to school or anything. There were bandages around your arms and neck but it wasn't anything new.

"Oh, you're finally awake, my child." an old lady you didn't recognize swivelled around her office chair and hopped off.

"Who are you and where am I?" you asked, voice coming out a bit weaker than you had expected.

She identified herself as Recovery Girl — the nurse of the school and explained what had happened to you. It seemed like you got hit by a quirk in an unfortunate accident which caused you to turn back into a child with no memory of yourself in the future. You didn't believe it until you saw the different technologies and the date on the calendar. Never in your life you had felt so out of place in your entire life.

While the friendly old lady was trying her best to fill you in, the door to infirmary opened and a brown haired girl stepped in. She had has shoulder length, brown hair that's bobbed and curved inwards at the end. The girl looked at you for a moment, her eyes lit up and you could sense the relief in her eyes. She dropped her belongings and rushed towards the bed you had been sitting on. You backed away on instinct, slightly intimidated by how aggressive she was being.

”Where did you get those injuries from!? I thought you just got hit by a quirk on accident!” she exclaimed, looking at the gauze wrapped around your wrists and neck.

”Calm down. You’re scaring the poor girl.” Recovery Girl stepped in before this brown haired stranger did anything to you.

Recovery Girl explained your situation to the girl who quickly understood the situation. She then approached you but this time, she did it cautiously and ensured that you wouldn’t feel uncomfortable nor intimidated by her. After a quick introduction, you leaned that she was Uraraka Ochaco and supposedly one of your classmates. She got down to your eye level and attempted to befriend you. She tried asking a few questions about yourself. You could answer the simplest questions like ones about yourself. However when it came to questions about the times you spend in UA, you shook your head to everything, none of them sounded familiar to you.

Uraraka spoke in a gentle manner that you were not used to and it didn't take long for you to get comfortable around her. She entertained you by telling stories about her life in UA and heroes. The brunette managed to make you smile a bit with her way of storytelling which included a bit of exaggeration here and there along with the occasional hand gestures.

"Uraraka-san? Are you ready to go back to the dorms?" another unfamiliar voice was heard from the entrance of the infirmary. You saw a few heads peek into the infirmary, those you did not recognize at all.

With the help of Uraraka, your situation was explained to the new people that just arrived. It didn't take long for your classmates to gather around you and pointing out how cute you were. Though it was a bit embarrassing to be put under the spotlight, you quite liked the feeling of having so many people care about you. It made you think about how bright the future seemed for you.

You were brought back to the dorms where you met up with your other classmates. Those who knew about your current situation quickly explained what was going on with you to avoid any misunderstanding and confusion. You stood awkwardly at the entrance, fiddling with the hem of your dress and looking down to avoid eye contact. Suddenly, you were pushed forward by an unknown force, falling on your knees.

“Who left their fucking child here?” a scary looking guy glared down at you as you tried recovering from the small fall you had.

”Hey, Bakugou! Mind your language!” his friend whispered at the ash blonde who just clicked his tongue in response.

Their loud voices startled you which resulted in you to hide behind Uraraka's legs as if it was the safest place in the world. You gripped tightly on her skirt, hiding yourself from the people you didn't recognize. Loud voices always made you nervous and scared, it reminded you of your mother whenever she was unsatisfied with your performance. Uraraka let her hand stroke your hair to soothe your nerves a little. Ashido stood in front of the two of you with her hands on her hips, looking like a mother reprimanding their child.

"Bakugou, you're scaring [First Name]!" the pink haired girl scolded Bakugou who seemed a bit confused.

"You're telling me this brat is [Nickname]?" he closed the distance between the two of you with a few large strides. He stared at your for a few seconds to study your face a bit. It didn't take him that long to actually recognize a few familiar features and eventually he walked off, muttering something under his breath.

"I've never seen her like this before!" Uraraka cooed as you continued to hide behind her legs. You were never the type to be in the center of attention and didn't have any friends in when you were young because of how shy and awkward you were. Ashido crouched down and offered you a small jar of cookies that she had found in the kitchen.

"Should we send her home? She might be more comfortable staying with her parents." Yaoyorozu suggested, watching you munching on the cookie that you've been handed to.

"I think its best we tell her family about it this." Iida took it upon himself to pull out his phone and prepare to dial your home.

”Are we all having a sleepover?” you spoke up after being silent almost the entire time you arrived at the dorms.

"I don't want to go home." Everyone stopped to stare at you for a while, some surprised because it was the first time they've heard you since you came back. The girls looked at each other for a while as if they were silently communicating with one another. Midoriya who seemed to be the first one to notice that you seemed a bit uncomfortable, crouched down in front of you.

"You can stay here with us if you want. I'm sure everyone is okay with that." the viridian haired male gave you a gentle smile that made you feel a bit relaxed.

"Do you like having sleepovers, [First Name]-chan?" Ashido plopped down right next to you.

"I don't have friends and mommy doesn't like having me around." you mumbled.

"That's silly. I'm sure your mother is worried about you." Iida replies.

"Nu uh, mommy strangles me like this every night.” you shook your head lightly and wrapped your hands around your neck to imitate someone strangling you. The room immediately grew silent at your comment, clearly unsure of how to respond to your oddly specific comparison.

"Haha, good joke [First Name]-chan!" Kaminari patted your head gently, his laugh clearly a forced one.

"Mommy used to pull my hair too."

You never the friendly type of person to begin with anyways. From the very first day you got into UA, you were quite anti-social, never initiating any conversations or made effort to befriend anyone. However, it was quite surprising to know that you've been abused when you were younger. Almost everyone seemed shocked by the revelation and had no idea how to react.

"My mom gave me this scar." Todoroki crouched down next to you and gestured to the scar over his eye.

”I can’t believe that the only thing closed off people have in common is the fact that they’ve been abused.” Jirou muttered out loud.

"Okay, don't worry! We're all having a sleepover tonight!" Uraraka beamed brightly which made your eyes light up like a Christmas tree. A small smile made its way to your features and you couldn't help but sway excitedly.

"Everyone is joining right?"

There was no way they could refuse those hopeful eyes of yours, not when you have been through so much at such an age. They all seemed eager, suggesting a movie, snacks and games.One particular ash blonde looked indifferent, hands shoved into his pockets as he began to slowly walk away from the crowd of people. The first person to notice that he was making his way back to his own room was Iida.

"Where are you going Bakugou-kun?" the class president had asked as if it was a natural that Bakugou was also supposed to be a part of this so called 'sleepover'. Bakugou glanced over his shoulder, eyes narrowing at Iida as if he had gone insane.

"What makes you think that I will join this stupid—" the ash blonde gestured at whatever was going on.

"But a sleepover is not one without everyone." your quiet voice interrupted, your small hands tugging at his pants. He held his tongue after seeing Iida wildly gesture at him not to be so mean to you. The entirety of the class seemed to be really hell bent on giving you what you wanted.Bakugou felt his eyebrows twitching and began weighing his options.

Sero, Ashido, Kaminari and Kirishima were openly pleading him to stay while some others seem to believe that Bakugou would never want to sit down for a stupid sleepover. The ash blonde gave in, realizing that no matter what he chose, it won't be any different. If he chose to not participate, he probably won't be able to fall asleep from all the noise. And the possibly of witnessing these extras embarrass themselves didn't sound too bad.

"Fine! You guys are so annoying....." Bakugou grumbled. Your eyes lit up at his change of heart and began tugging him enthusiastically towards the common area’s couch.

Why does he agree to the stupidest things?

Total: 1717 words Published: 05.06.2021

Thank you for requesting! ｡٩(ˊᗜˋ)و*｡ We tried our best for this scenario. Hope we reached your expectations! We hope you liked it! ― author Lou

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your name is shortened to y/n, gender neutral reader

notes: thank you for 500 followers aaaa whndwndkw that’s a lot of people ❕❕school is rlly mean to me so,, this is an apology

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midoriya izuku — ADORATION FROM DAY ONE

from the first day, he’d definitely had a crush on you since then.

it’s painful that you don’t quite notice it, but it’s been from the very start with him. the moment your first ever conversation with him ended, was the day you became imbedded into his mind forever, his heart palpitates everytime he hears your name, he tries to act subtle with the flush of his cheeks whenever you guys make eyecontact, presumably when he’s doing his word ramble.

activities spent together as friends would be taking buzzfeed quizzes, watching funny hero compilations, and of course, random shower thoughts.

his cheeks flush in pink whenever you lean onto him after a vigorous training session, your face pressed against your palm as you drink down from the waterbottle he offered to you. he’s a loss for words when you remember specific details of things no one but him would remember, because he’d be talking too fast.

scenarios go flying in his head whenever he lays down in bed. restless, and unable to fall deep into sleep, and when he replays the events that happened that day, that’s when he’s able to calm down. he can only start scrambling on how he’d tell you, that is.. if it doesn’t ruin what you guys have.

todoroki shōto — GRADUAL ADMIRATION

you were an one in a million, even before he realized his feelings.

you stuck with him through his best and worst moments. you saw the grime parts of him that he only expressed out of frustration, and you also saw that well polished version of him, a version of him that’s adorned in a clean turtle neck. he doesn’t know how it exactly manifested, but it was surely when he sat down on his futon, heart beating quite rapidly as he recalled what your voice was, your words, and your expression. and that was when he knew he was pinning on you.

activities he’d look forward to would be looking at memes of his dad, baking and accidentally setting the piece of batter on fire, reading weird books that were made by those new york times authors, buying oddly ugly clothes you’d never need,

shouto can’t help but smile when he sees you asking for some warmth, or maybe something cool, and while you’re talking to him like it’s a regular day, he doesn’t know what else to do but pull you closer when you fall asleep in a bus beside him. he’s also stuck with just admiring you, watching how your facial expressions change with each realization you make inside of your head.

he doesn’t know why it’s like this. his heart wasn’t acting like this in the years before, or maybe he’s sick.. it would be terrible if he was, and he wants to find out, because he wouldn’t be able to stand it if it affected what you guys have.

bakugō katsuki — SUBTLE.. OR MAYBE NOT.

it’s a miracle that he actually tolerated you, and it wasn’t just for a moment too

it wasn’t like you actively bothered him (bc he’d get sick of that shit quick) but just so happened to get roped into every single situation with him, and he just gradually got more used to you. he surely acted like he didn’t like being around you, but he found himself texting you, a reminder that he left a meal in the fridge for you and if you didn’t eat it, he’d eat it instead. he also found himself teasing YOU, and not the other way around, but if anyone did that— they’d meet their untimely end. and that’s how he realized it.

activities he.. didn’t hate a lot were arm wrestling with you, eating spicy food without milk, sending weird memes and with the context ‘that’s you.’, walking home with you because you’d get lost without him

he hates that everything suddenly changed, and he only noticed. he’s been checking you out since then, and he’s glad he’s never gotten caught. everytime he decided to text you ‘his best friend’, he found himself wondering if it’s appropriate, or if you’re asleep, or if he sounds too nice. that’s probably when he tosses his phone to the side, mumbling about getting that shit out of the bag soon.

kaminari denki — WEIRD REALIZATION

the best friend that was always goofy and quite chaotic around you, that was until you accidentally did something that he found attractive.

you guys always clicked with each other, practically sharing a braincell every single time you guys joked around with each other. your thought process was practically linked with his, and it was strictly platonic. you’re attractive, yes- but when you were laughing at his antics at 2am, you fell onto his lap. eyes staring at his electrifying gaze softly, yawning as you claim that you’re sleepy

activities you guys find yourself doing for the fun of it were reading cringy and badly written fanfics, making weird roleplays, doodling on each others’ faces when one of them sleeps, and making memes, printing them out and framing them.

it was such an eye opener to him, and he’s unsure if he has any regrets or not. everytime he sees you, he’s suddenly reminded of that night, and everytime you attack his shoulder during a laugh attack, he grows aware of your hands. he’ll be a mess, until he gets it out. but until then, he’s wondering if it should stay platonic, or if it should move forward. he’s unsure

shinsō hitoshi — CONTEMPLATING FROM AFAR

you guys worked well together. very compatible, and miscommunications were rare.

you were just conveniently there when shinsō needed someone, and you guys clicked so well, to the point he didn’t even remember a time he fought back with your attempts of being friendly. you were also that friend that managed to remember his presence, and bring him to places he needed to socialize (just so he’d work on it) and you’re oddly so patient with him, it’s crazy. he’d assume it was all strictly platonic until he found himself staring at you, and there was a split second that he imagined inside his head, a vision of you in his arms. and he shakes his head, because you’re his bestfriend, but.. the idea itself isn’t terrible.

activities you found each other bonding over were sneaking out, just to go to 7-11, asking random questions out loud and only for the other person to answer, aggressive mario cart, watching dance moms and the kardashians just because, and dragging shinsou to the bathroom so he could try on a painful pore strip with you at 1am.

he hates himself for being like this, and shinsō can’t help but feel guilty for checking you out whenever your back is turned, or when he starts anticipating for you to walk through that door with a painful skincare product in your hands. but he sighs to himself, because it’s now or never. if your wish was to make it strictly platonic, he’d be content with that as long as if it didn’t ruin anything, and if you were to be his then.. score.

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hiiii can i request a scenario or headcanons where gin is visting his female s/o house for the first time (╯✧▽✧)╯she didn’t invite him before cause she thought her room full of posted of pop singers and kpop idols is kinda embarrassing for example shsjkshsb for some more details, s/o has a roomate and how would she react when she see gintoki irl after gin’s s/o told her all the stories how gintoki „incredible” is HAKSKSHSJKS thank u sm have a nice day/evening !!

First of all, I felt that because I too am a huge kpop fan. Believe it or not, I never let my friends into my room growing up because of how many kpop and non kpop posters I had. Anyways, this request is so particular and I love it! Will do it half scenario/half headcanon kinda way because why not.

Gintoki finding out about his S.O.'s kpop obsession/ meeting her roommate for the first time Headacanons (sort of, not quite)

(insert gin blushing because he's cute)

Warning: SFW mostly, slight usage of sexual innuendos but pretty tame stuff.

"Gin, before we go in there is something I have to tell you about my apartment." Pausing right before you opened the door, you turned to face him.

It had been months since the two of you had become official, yet in all these months of dating the silver haired man, you'd never let him enter your apartment. You had been so cryptic and vague about the place you lived, to the point of not letting him even walk you to the door. Most of the time, you'd insist that he dropped you off near the block, not risking it in the slightest. Although Gintoki was puzzled by your behavior, he went along with it, occasionally making a joke or two about you hiding something, but he didn't press on. Despite that, you knew that you couldn't keep such a secret hidden, you had to come clean.

"Don't tell me- Y/N, you are a serial killer after all? Are you going to kill me? Chop me into little pieces, stuff me in garbage bags and then scatter me throughout Edo so that no one can ever piece me back together?" Gintoki was shivering in a half comedic half serious way. If only you were a serial killer, perhaps that'd be for the best you thought, as you twisted the key through the keyhole.

"That is oddly specific, why do you even watch crime shows when you can't handle them?" Sighing, you took a step in, taking your shoes off while he stared at you horrified. "Come in, I'm not a serial killer."

"That's exactly what a serial killer would say. Oh, look at the time, Y/N, I think I should go. Sadaharu needs to go on a walk, can't trust Kagura with it. You understand right? Okay then, see you tomorrow! " He was about to leave as you reached your hand to him, tugging your fingers around the hem of his shirt. Being left with no choice, Gintoki stopped walking as he turned around to face you.

"Just come in." Sighing, he took a step forward, leaving his boots on the door as he entered your apartment. You watched as Gintoki paraded through the house, inspecting the area as if he expected to find corpses lying around. Once he realized he was safe, he let out a sigh, evidently relieved at the lack of dead bodies. Still, the worst had yet to come.

Eventually, you made your way to your room's door, finding yourself hesitating to turn the knob. Once you went past that door, there was no going back and you knew it.

"Oi, Y/N. Why are you acting like that? Your house looks completely normal, in fact, I should just move here myself. Much better than having to pay rent to that old hag every single month."

"Gin. No matter what you see, promise me not to scream." You said in a hushed tone, trying your best to calm your nerves. There was no way he'd insist that he moves in with you once he saw what lied past the door. Still, you couldn't fool him anymore.

Turning the door knob, you found yourself standing in the middle of your room while Gintoki hesitantly took his first in. You couldn't bear to see his reaction and so you turned your back on him, awkwardly staring outside the window.

"Y/N... Don't tell me this is why you didn't let me in your room." Could it be that, he understood? He wasn't weirded out? "My, what a collection. I could have never guessed you were also into Otsu. Has Shinpachi recruited you behind my back?"

"What?No! This is Jisoo in the Stay era, how could you confuse her with Otsu-" Shit. You had actually fallen for that. "I mean..." There is no point hiding it anymore. Sighing, you turned around to face Gintoki whose lips had curled to a smug smile. You couldn't bear to look at him but pretending as if you hadn't let him in your kpop den wouldn't do anymore. "Yes, I like kpop okay? I stan Blackpink, I'm dying to go to that Stray Kids concert and don't you dare compare Jisoo to Otsu again!"

For a second, Gintoki blinked, taken aback by your sudden outburst. You weren't really the type to yell at him, but when it came to your kpop obsession, there was no holding back.

For as long as you could remember yourself, you had been an avid kpop fan; from SHINee and SNSD, to EXO and BTS, you had dedicated your entire life to supporting your favorites. To you, they weren't just musical preferences, they were your lifestyle and your room represented that. Posters of your biases covered all four walls, while different memorabilia and merch could be found in each corner of your room. Although you weren't ashamed of it, you were scared of Gintoki's reaction, especially when you considered how much he meant to you. You were afraid that once he knew, he'd walk away from you, unable to love someone with such an obsessive way of living.

"Okay, okay, I understand... Jisoo huh... she's quite pretty. Do you think she is seeing someone?" Shooting him a nasty look, you watched Gintoki as he kept walking around the room, looking at each of your posters as if he was in an art gallery. "Oh? This guy has silver hair too! What do you think Y/N? Who is hotter huh? Huh?" Gintoki stood right next to your poster of Jimin, imitating his pose. So, he wasn't weirded out after all? Allowing yourself to relax, you couldn't help but break into laughter, watching him mimic Jimin.

"You... perhaps I can say that you are at least comparable to him." You said while laughing. Gintoki rolled his eyes at your comment, making his way towards your bed. Falling down on top of it, he let his legs dangle while he brought one arm behind his head, using it as a pillow.

"Comparable?" He scoffed. "Don't be ridiculous. Just because he has straight hair, it doesn't mean a thing." Shifting his lips into pout, Gintoki acted as if you had insulted him.

"I'm sorry, okay! You... you are prettier than Jimin." You said biting your lips into a straight line. I mean, it wasn't a lie, right? Plus, Jimin couldn't really hear you, right?

Gintoki seemed to perk up at your comment, sitting up on the bed, while his hands moved behind his butt, as if he was searching for something. Pulling the object with great force, the both of you looked at the Chimmy doll in Gin's hands, and then back at each other in surprise.

"This is Chimmy." You said in your calmest tone, trying your best not to laugh again. Taking a step closer to him, you grabbed Chimmy from his hands, placing him back onto your pillow where he belonged.

"Chimmy..." Gintoki repeated, scratching the back of his head as he looked at the doll, a faint smile appearing on his lips as he did. Taking a seat next to him on the bed, you chukled at his reaction. Even when he didn't quite understand your interests, you were happy that he hadn't completely shamed you about them.

"Say, Y/N, can I borrow your skirt for- Oh? Who is this?" Said happiness came to an end, when the door to your room went wide open. Goddamn it. Goddamn it! Here was the main reason as to why you didn't want Gintoki to visit your house in the first place; your roommate. Although she was a kind person and one of your most favorite people in the world, she was also someone who talked a lot, someone who knew a lot. You had told her all about Gintoki, not sparing any detail when it came to your relationship, from what he was like on the first date to what he was like in bed.

"Sakata Gintoki, I'm Y/N's boyfriend. You might know me as Yorozuya Gin too." Gintoki introduced himself, moving to the door to shake your roommate's hand. " Y/N, you never told me you had a roommate."

"She didn't? That's so surprising, considering I've heard all about the 'Incredible Gin' " She went on, a sneer on her face as she looked at you. If only there was a way to disappear off the face of the earth right now...

"Incredible Gin? Is that a superhero?"

"Nah, that's simply the way Y/N calls you because of your big-" Interrupting your words, you threw Chimmy her way, hitting her forehead as she stumbled. The two of them looked at you in surprise, both unable to hide their own smirks that were only widening. Goddamn it, you knew that them running into each other was bound to cause this.

"Ah, didn't you say you wanted to borrow my skirt? Go back to your room, I'll bring it to you there." Ushering to leave, you jumped on your feet, pushing her past the doorframe.

"But, I haven't even gotten the chance to talk to Gi-"

"You''ll talk to him another time, now go!" Forcing her out of your room, you closed the door behind her, resting your back against the hard wood. That was a close one.

"She seems nice." Gintoki exclaimed, walking back towards your bed. Sighing, you felt relief rush through you. He mustn't have heard. "But tell me, Y/N. What kind of big thing was she talking about, huh?" His features had shifted to a rather smug expression, his maroon eyes clouded by lust and amusement as he looked back at you. Although he was looking at you like that, you could spot a wild blush growing on his cheeks, making you blush in return. Reaching Chimmy who was lying on the floor, you tossed the doll onto Gintoki who caught it mid-air, bursting into laughter. So much for keeping your obsession and your roomate a secret.

Okay so this is how I'd imagine the whole thing to go, from finding out about her kpop obsession, to how he'd meet her roomate. Before I end this post, I'd like to add a few headcanons regarding how he'd react after finding out, in general.

Although he wouldn't make it into a huge deal at first, Gintoki would be relentless with his teasing later on. He'd call his S.O. a koreeaboo and would "bully" her on a daily occasion.

However, all of his teasing would help her open up about her interests, making it easier for her to talk about it and not keep it all in, which is a positive thing after all!

Could get her to debate idol supremacy with Shinpachi, finding amusmenet in how sternly she talked about her biases.

Despite teasing her, he'd find her passion endearing and would ask her more about it, letting her introduce him to the world of kpop even if he didn't participate. He'd be particular about girl bands, secretly admiring the idols and could even go as far as to get a bias of his own, although he wouldn't admit it too often.

If he wasn't too broke, he could even buy you concert tickets or at the very least merch from the bands you liked.

Overall supportive, although quite the asshole about it at first.

When it comes to the roommate now, that's something he'd also tease his partner about, especially when having sex with her. Would go around calling himself Incredible Gin, completely embarrassing her and making her regret ever taking him to her house.

He'd be quite cheeky about it and would bring it up quite often when the two of you were alone. Still, he really enjoyed that you had called him that and that's precisely why he wouldn't let it die down.

If you let him visit you again, your roommate and him are surely going to click well and could team up against you, something rather dreadful. You'd be happy that one of your best friends got along so well with your boyfriend, but keeping them in the same room is not a wise decision.

Hopefully this was what you had in mind! Had fun thinking about different aspects of this and ultimately I ended up saying a lot, as always. Have a nice day/evening as well, anon!

[leviiattacks]

Head canons for mafia boss levi being interested in Starbucks barista reader please

note :: this idea is so cute i wrote a scenario i hope you don’t mind. i can still post some headcanons for it too if you really want me to! i’m sorry if it’s not what you wanted me to write anon :-( ALSO this is super casual writing it’s not like the way i usually write it’s just bullet points i mean idk i wanted to try something different and more relaxed lmk if this style is okay for some requests :D

if anyone would like any more requests with this levi please lmk!! i could go in more detail tbh maybe the pacing of this isn’t too good bc it is a short request but yeahhh

+ idk why the formatting looks so odd i tried my best to fix it myself ?!.!/!:£:& but yeah sorry again!!

levi has always been one to keep his business meetings lowkey

i mean, realistically who is going to suspect mafia boss levi is lingering in a starbucks???

the place is well-suited for his hushed meetings, he finds it to be quiet enough and clean enough

but then one winter everything changes

you start working there

he’s waiting in the queue texting erwin asking when he’ll be able to get there

it’s been a RUSH and the traffic is crazy as expected from the bustling city so he doesn’t expect to see erwin for a while

that’s when he hears you for the first time

“HEY!! Mister in the fancy suit it’s your turn to order”

your hands are placed on the counter and you lean forward eagerly waiting for what he has to say

levi rolls his eyes because he thinks you have to be ogling his designer watch and shoes (you really aren’t)

“black tea, no sugar and... a cinnamon swirl” he’ll order for erwin later. “i’ll be eating in.”

“ooohhh you’re a tea guy? name?” you’re smiling at him radiantly and it irks him because you have nothing to be smiling about really

eyes narrowing he responds “no shit, i just ordered tea.”

“and why the hell do you want my name?” he snaps on reflex

he then remembers he’s at a starbucks and you are not interrogating him, you’re doing your job

“sir... this is starbucks?? is this your first time here?”

you blink in confusion but then your face lights up “oh my, would you like to sign up for a starbucks card?? you can collect stars and get rewards and it’s so muc–“

“do i look like i need a starbucks card?”

“everyone looks like they need a starbucks card”

he doesn’t carry on that part of your conversation instead he looks you dead in the eyes “levi, is my name.”

his glare intimidates you and you awkwardly laugh

you think he’s probably having a super bad day and choose to not bother him that much

as he’s waiting he sees the way you clumsily navigate behind the counter, you’re juggling a number of things in your arms

automatically his face sours

he’s not expecting the tea you produce to be any good

he doesn’t care how nice you are if you can’t do what he wants he won’t be leaving a tip

he’s stingy like that

a clatter is heard and all the noise you’re making just makes you all the more aggravating

he’s been coming here for years and never has encountered a barista as bothersome as yourself

at some point you call out the name “SCROOGE!” from behind the counter, levi finds it embarrassing that anyone would ever call their child that

like... out of all the names this is what they choose??

damn they have to hate parenthood

“scrooge i’m begging you collect your drink.”

he looks up pissed that whoever this scrooge is has the audacity to hold you up because that by default means they are holding him up

then he sees you staring directly at him with that warm smile again

yeah, that smile, it could thaw ice

then it settles.

he’s scrooge?

turning around he notices no one is behind him then he sees that no one else is waiting apart from him

jaw clenching he heads towards you and makes it a point to “tsk” in frustration

he takes his cup and his cinnamon roll and you wave him goodbye

usually levi prefers to silently sit in the booth furthest from the action, he wants no attention drawn to him at all

but that day he finds himself sitting closer to the counter

he’s kind of stunned when he does that because he’s just sat there thinking why the hell did i just do that?? why did i sit here??

but he convinces himself it’s because he wants to see erwin when he’s about to walk in so he can prepare to scold him for not arriving on time

he takes a sip of his beverage expecting nothing above mediocirty but weirdly, your brew, it tastes perfect

levi’s eyes linger on you and he notices the way your behaviour is consistent

you’re helping an old woman pick what she’d like from the menu

you compliment her jumper, says it really makes her blue eyes stand out

you don’t have to be as nice as you are and it’s ticking him off

it ticks him off seeing someone so pure and sweet for no reason

when did people decide to not have ulterior motives anymore? did you decide those were too old school for you?

tongue poking at the inside of his cheek he activates his poker face and looks away

you, are a random person. a random, annoying person. he is going to stop thinking about you.

turning his attention to erwin instead he calls him and when he picks up levi makes his point very clear

“i was just called scrooge. get the hell here so i can order for you.”

erwin chuckles, his throaty laugh makes levi’s mouth twitch downwards in irritation

“and who exactly called you scrooge?”

“is that relevant?”

“very much so if you’ve mentioned it yourself”

levi is silent and erwin laughs once again at his colleagues anti social way of interacting

“i’ll be there in five, feel free to order.”

grunting a sound of approval levi hangs up

“you’re back! how may i help?”

the way you treat being a barista so seriously, he finds it oddly endearing

“one doubleshot iced coffee.”

nodding to yourself you hum a tune happily and get to work

ever since that day levi finds himself frequenting that specific starbucks more

at first it’s a whole lot of “i’m pissed and i don’t have a reason so i’ll go down there and have her annoy me, then i’ll have a real reason”

then you talk to him more and you both engage in small talk

then it develops when he doesn’t mean for it to

you tell him about what you study, where you’re from, how your mother has recently developed arthritis but she’s still so determined to cook to the best of her abilities despite the pain

that reminds him of you

each visit he learns something new about you

sometimes he’ll let you in on his life

“what do you work as, i’ve always wondered?“

“accountant.“ no way in hell is he going to scare you away, telling you isn’t an option

you burst out in laughter holding your knees

“accountancy is well paying what is your point...?”

“do you not know what that means” your laugh is muffled as you press the sleeve of your jumper against your mouth

he shakes his head completely clueless

“people say their accountants when they’re actually strippers. it’s a tiktok thing.”

you pause for a second staring at his face

he feels the way his ears grow red under your gaze but he ignores it looking as bored as ever

“ah well. i did not know that.”

“clearly not you are an old man.”

then you turn away to brew his tea and he lets the ghost of a smile sneak its way onto his face

you aren’t looking, it’s okay

but he knows it’s dangerous getting attached to you

it’s stupid relaxing

and it’s even worse loosening up

so he doesn’t.

he’s always cold, bitter and frigid in his responses as he’s always been with you

but that doesn’t stop you from kindly smiling

or absentmindedly brushing the surface of his skin on rare occasions

it doesn’t stop you from calling him scrooge

and it certainly doesn’t stop you from slowly thawing the frosty exterior of his heart

then one day you let the words “my scrooge” slip out of your mouth

he doesn’t know why he let’s it happen or even how it happens exactly but he can’t help the smile that makes itself evident on his face

“HEY YOU JUST SMILED HELLO?????? you can do THAT????”

he smiled in front of you, that’s it he’s fucked

he quickly drops it and is back to his normal narrowed glare

“i did no such thing”

you give him a knowing look but sigh airily there’s no point in getting the man to admit it

“what would you like today, a frappe?”

you ask the sarcastic question even though you know he hates change. his usual order is already ingrained in your mind. you know it off by heart

he sighs in exasperation

“is your memory really that bad?”

“nope. cinnamon rolls and black tea it is!”

[angry-geese]

hello, how are you? so i don't remember very well how it went, but yesterday i found your tumblr and i was amazed and you write so well 🥺💗

but then i'm a bucciarati simp (i will never get over your end) and i would like to know if you can write a scenario where the reader is just an ordinary citizen who admires bucciarati (because he helped her a while ago) and wants to join the passione and he's just against it because he doesn't want to expose her to danger, he just wants to know her real reason, so he uses his ability to find out if she's lying, which is very helpful as there's a sexual tension there and well, everything ends up in sex.

ok that was very specific lmao maybe if you want to change or are not willing to write, that's fine with me.

anyway thanks, you are amazing 💗💗

aww thank you <3

don't ever worry about being too specific, I always love seeing what other people come up with :)

Tomorrow - Bruno Bucciarati x Reader

warnings: nsfw/minors do not interact. mutual pining, fluff. minor mention of violence. unprotected sex, quickie, fingering, hickeys, hair pulling, body worship (??? if you squint???). afab reader.

word count: 1.7k

It's hard to believe it's almost been a year.

Your shop had been open for barely a month. When you first moved to your neighborhood, it was made known to you it was a dangerous place. But rent was low, and the building was just too perfect to pass up on. Not many places had room for a bakery, and a space to live upstairs.

You were in over your head. But you were too stubborn to admit it.

It had caught his eye the moment he saw it. Maybe it was its cozy nature; a small shop tucked away, full of plants, a cat dozing off in the window. Or it could have been your inviting smile, the way you lit up as the door opened.

Every day he got the same order. By the end of the first week, you made sure to have it ready for him.

From the very beginning you faced issues. A business like yours attracted a lot of attention; good and bad. The local gangs knew you were bringing in money. They wanted a cut, and you weren't willing to give it to them.

You should have given it to them.

You were warned. They told you they'd come back. You were warned but didn't listen.

They trashed your shop. You swept broken glass from your floors for weeks before it finally came out. They were persistent; more than you ever thought. When you stood up to them, they threatened to kill you. They probably would have, had Bruno not stepped in. While you were willing to lay down your life for your business, he wasn't going to let you.

You're not quite sure what Bruno did, but you never saw those men again.

You never charged him for food again. If it meant he would keep coming back to your shop, you would do a lot of things. You said you owed him. At first, he was willing to accept. Weeks went on as you still refused his money. It got to the point where he felt bad. He hid money around your apartment hoping that you'd take the hint. But you never did.

You could never pay him back. Bruno claims you already have—with all the free food—but truly it's a debt that can't be repaid. Putting it lightly, you owe him your life.

The mess was cleaned up, but you'd never feel safe in your home again.

Over the past few months, Bruno had become one of your closest—if not your closest��friend. His little free time was spent at your shop. The two of you could talk for hours about nothing in particular. Business would come and go, but he was always there. If you called, he'd come running. You really didn't have to call. At the first sign of problems he was by your side.

Bruno's influence only works so much. He could only pay off those thugs for so long.

He was worried when you missed his call this morning.

His stomach sinks as he sees the broken glass.

You're not crying. You really don't look too upset. To you, this is the final nail in your coffin. You only notice him as he stops. You motion for him to sit next to you on the steps.

The people in this town are like vultures. They can sense any bit of fortune. Any money you have can't be kept for long. Stashing it away is never a good idea.

"What happened?" He asks.

"I didn't get my protection fees paid in time."

He takes a seat next to you. For the first time in his life, he feels speechless. As far as he knew, he'd taken care of this. Those thugs would have hell to pay.

"I want to join." You say.

"What?"

"I'm taking Polpo's test." You say. "I want to join Passione."

"Why?"

It's finally occurred to you how close your faces are.

You ball up your apron and toss it aside. You don't have a better answer for him. As much as you wish you did; you don't. You want to tell him anything but the truth. Really, he feels betrayed. Has he not done enough? Has this all gone to waste? He's tried all he can to keep you away from the gangs.

It seems it wasn't enough.

His grip on your arm tightens. You don’t dare look him in the eyes. As if you couldn't be more obvious. You nearly jump out of your skin as he licks a long stripe up your cheek. Instantly your face goes red. Your cheeks burn at the heat that sends right to your core. You're stammering out a few nonsensical sentence fragments.

"That's the taste of a liar, y/n."

You whip around to face him. "I want to be able to defend myself!"

The look in his eyes isn't what you expect. It's more a look of betrayal than anything. To be honest, you didn't expect him to have any reaction at all. He's rather adamant about keeping you away from Passione.

"I can protect you." His voice has gone oddly soft. "I'll take care of you."

Bruno's grip on your arms loosens.

He leans in for a kiss. It's soft, but his warmth lingers on your lips long after he's pulled away. He smells like fancy cologne, and almost like a restaurant, strangely enough. It's a weird, comforting mix of cooked food and expensive men's cologne.

He's wanted to do this since he first met you.

His hands move to cup your cheeks. They're so warm. It's hard to resist his touch. He looks at you with such longing that it makes your chest swell with affection. The heat in your face returns, but it's in less of a lewd manner. He admires every dip and curve of your clothed body; how your waist is cinched in whenever you wear your apron, how your strong hands work pastry dough into shape.

He leans in for another kiss. It's deeper this time, and leaves a longing ache in your chest. The rough muscle of his tongue presses past your lips. He tastes faintly of alcohol.

You're too impatient to get to your room. He'll settle on bending you over your apartment's kitchen counter. He wants to take his time with you, but for now, he's content with this. Maybe there'll be a second time.

His long fingers work to undo the buttons of your pants. You don't take a lot of prep work. You're already soaked. Two of his fingers press into you. They’re long, but fairly thin, and slide right into you. His fingers stroke against your g-spot as his thumb works circles around your clit. It doesn’t take him long to figure out just what makes you weak. Bruno has you a shaking, moaning mess in no time.

You lean against the counter, propping yourself up on your elbows. He wastes no time in freeing himself from his pants. His cock is built like the rest of him; long and dark. It’s girthy, but not intimidatingly big. The hairs towards the base are neatly trimmed, and the same color as the hair on his head. A vein runs up the bottom, only getting more prominent as he gets harder. He shoves your pants down to your knees.

Bruno groans as he sheathes himself in you. The feeling of your warm, wet cunt is intoxicating. Maybe he’s a bit more pent up than he thought. His hand buries in your hair. He leans forward to nip at your earlobe. Bruno coos words of praise into your ear, telling you how good you take him, how good you feel around him.

He rolls his hips against yours in desperate, quick motions. Bruno can't decide what to do with his hands. They're gripping your breasts, then your hips, then settling in your hair. He’ll have you like this again, he’s certain of it.

Heat pools in your stomach. His touch leaves you with an aching need for more.

"Fuck- I've wanted this for so long," he says, "you’re so beautiful.”

His fingers dig into your thighs hard enough to leave bruises. He sucks a dark mark into your shoulder—one where you won’t be able to see it. It sends a whole new heat to your core. While his cock isn't the biggest, it curves in just a way that makes your toes curl.

He makes it known just what he thinks about you; babbling about how good you feel around him, about how long he’s wanted to do this.

The sound of skin slapping on skin fills the room. If you had any neighbors, you'd certainly be getting noise complaints. Your moans are like music to his ears. You don't worry about being quiet. Let others hear you, what do you care?

"Harder Bruno!" You cry out.

He can't resist something as beautiful as you.

His free hand moves to your clit, tracing circles around the bundle of nerves. He works you up in a way you never knew possible. Your skin feels feverish, and sensitive to the touch. The heat in your stomach only gets more unbearable. You want to beg him to cum inside. You need him to cum inside. Your mind is too hazy to think of much else but him and the way he fucks into you. He leaves none of your sweet spots unstroked.

Something in you snaps. There’s not one specific thing that sends you over the edge; it's everything. You clench around him as you cum, crying out. The way you suck him back in is almost enough to send him over the edge.

His thrusts get sloppier as he nears his own orgasm. He scrambles against the counter for purchase, gripping the edge of it so tight his knuckles turn white. He doesn't want to risk cumming inside. He pulls out, giving himself a few pumps before cumming into his hand.

Bruno presses a kiss to the exposed flesh of your shoulder. Your skin is sticky with sweat. A tired, but pleased look spreads across your face. His hair tickles your neck. The sight of your shaky, sleepy form is almost enough to make him hard again.

You lean back into him, giggling. “We made a mess…”

“Want to make another?”

"Are you suggesting a round two?” It’s a joke, but you carry some seriousness behind it.

"Anything for you,"