#tryin to be cute but i hate my face

[seattlesellie]

imagine letting ellie hit for the first time and all she can see is your stuffed animals and plushies surrounding your bedd😭

an: i know i wrote something similar to this a looooong while ago already but i really love it cause it’s so cute !! dni if you hate fun and if ur a plushie lover i love u a lot k bye 💗

warnings: ellies a little mean 🙄 but shes so cute.

♡ firstly, you’d probably be mortified before you both tiptoed into your room. you’ve been sweetly (but fervently) making out on the living room couch for about ten whole minutes already. when ellie bounced you up on her thigh — and you moaned out her name, she huffed a breathy and teasing “oh, yeah?”, and you knew you were gone. you had constant battles within the realm of your head about needing to wait for “the right time”, but for some reason, with ellie, the right time seemed to be all the time. you’ve nearly let her have it in the backseat of her beat up honda, but you came to your senses pretty quickly (or you banged up your head on her inner roof which kind of made things awkward), and decided to actually wait.

♡ ellie pushes you up against the door, her knee snug between your thighs. you can feel her on your heat, and you’re pretty sure she can feel the actual heat on you. when ellie gives a slight swivel to the metal doorknob, you panic completely and shakily puff out a long held breath. “nono, my rooms… uh, untidy. s’messy, we can’t”, ellie raises a brow (and it tweaks a little because she’s just as nervous and it’s so cute), she grants you a little guileful smirk, “i don’t really care, so” — and as soon as she mutters that “so”, ellie opens the door and you shriek.

♡ at a full tilt, you try to cover up her eyes with your hands, shakily whispering “nonono, told you it’s messy, you’re being so rude!” but ellie — ever the speedster, pushes them off. when she’s faced with the hoard of plushies, sitting cozily on your bed like brave, plucky little soldiers, ellie seems entirely… amused. “so uhhh…” you stutter out, and ellie lets out an actual wheeze. she’s trying to cover up her stupid laugh and her smile by attempting to form it into a line, and you budge her forcefully on the shoulder and she barely even moves. “you didn’t tell me you had guests over, babe”, she turns to look at you — and you’re trying very hard not to throw an actual tantrum. you roll your eyes, and she takes your hands between her’s and gives them two chaste kisses. “okay, okay… didn’t mean to offend you…” she gulps down that damn laugh again, “just should’ve gave me a warning before i came in here trying to fuck y—“, your eyes nearly pop out of your head, “ellie!” you warn, and your voice goes nearly three octaves higher and now ellie’s fully just laughing at you. you furrow your brows and cock your head to the side. “well, technically, you’re the guest. they live here, so”

♡ “well… technically” ellie mimics and mocks, swallowing a small throaty giggle. you stare at her for a moment, giving her your best “i’m warning you — this is your last chance!” eyes, and ellie takes that warning very seriously, (because perhaps she’d been dying to fuck you), lifts her hands up in the air as if it’s to sign that she “gave up”, and shuts her mouth. “you done?” you question, raising your brows. “you’re the guest here, because they sleep with me every night, and you don’t” you smile impishly, followed by a sweet, satisfied little “hm”. ellie smirks and shakes her head, “every night, huh? you tryin’ to make me jealous?” then, she points at one of the plushies. “cause that little fucker over there is trying me, shit— i think his eye’s ripped off, what the actual fuck do you do with your dolls?!”

♡ out of amused anger, you try and push her up against the wall and she lets you. she hits it with a thud, and she rests her veiny hands on your waist and gives you a squeeze. you whimper, and she grabs your waist and pulls you closer. you try composing yourself, “y… you’re just jealous cause they get to sleep with me and you don’t”, but it all comes out of your lips too shaky and too sweet to be let known as teasing. ellie chuckles, and grabs the back of your neck. her lips are simply hovering over yours, and you let out a shaky breath and close your eyes. “open” she instructs, and you open them so slowly she nearly melts away like an ice cream cone in the middle of august. “just answer this one question i have, ‘kay?” she raps in her husky voice that makes you simply shudder. you hum, and she smirks. “do they fuck you every night too?”, she takes her bottom lip between her teeth and licks. not to seduce, simply as a casual gesture. nevertheless, it does seduce. “cause i might need to, uh…” and then — ellie places a small peck on your lips that you’re simply too eager not to try and follow up, but she meanly backs away. she chuckles and brings her head forward again, and lets out of a shaky breath. “might need to fuck them up, y’know? rip off their insides, stomp on ‘em, give them a nice little shake and —“ you cut her off with a whine, and her eyes nearly roll back. she takes your bottom lip between her top one and suckles and kisses you so deeply, “yeah fuck it, get on the bed, c’mon” — she pushes you forward between whimpers and more whines and you land with a soft thud, one of the plushies falls down on the floor.

♡ she parts your legs with her own, earning herself a sweet breathy gasp from you, and whilst she’s hanging messily off of the mattress— she kicks the plushie up on the bed, so it lands a mere centimeter from where it originally was. she can tease you all she wants, but it’s very soon that she memorizes all of their names. “do i need to cover up their eyes or are they used to this stuff?”, she knows they’re not used to it, at all actually, but you shake your head from side to side. she grabs both of your cheeks between her calloused fingers, gives them a forceful little squeeze that makes you moan, and looks up at one of them. “sorry for what you’re about to witness here, buddy”

♡ needless to say that ellie wasn’t a “guest” no more after that day.

#𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 anon 🎀 #ellie williams x reader #ellie x reader #ellie williams smut #ellie williams fanfiction #ellie williams x you

[lowkeyremi]

That's my man atsumu x fem!reader

notes: I needed to write smthing for my baby's birthday. fwb tsumu does smthing to a me (it'll end up with getting together bc im silly like that), the samu ver is here

Content: slight language, slightly suggestive, fluff

He smiled at her with those sex eyes of his. Yes, he's giving them to her and not you. Atsumu makes everything so hot and cold, it's hard to tell with him.

She giggles and he laughs too, entertaining her for some pussy. The 'why' is something you will never understand, not when you've had that man down on his knees, eating you out like he was on death row and you were his last meal.

Your hope is that both of their stupid asses feel your heated glare towards them. They don't notice it though, mainly because you're best friend pulls you out of your thoughts.

"The sooner you get over him the sooner my life becomes easier." Your best friend jokes. Their attempts at lightening your mood are ineffective. How could you be in a better mood when the man of your dreams only wants sex from you? You want him, badly, but he doesn't want you.

This was something you were aware of before sleeping with him. Yet, you took it lightly, and now here you are, pouting over him being with another girl.

"I know, it's just-"

They cut you off, "'it's different between us, he treats me better than his other fucks.' I've already heard the whole shebang." Your friend rolls their eyes with a quick smirk.

"He's a college frat boy, there's no way he was serious if he said something in bed. It was probably to set the mood." You know they're right, you're just being delusional. You want your relationship to be something it's not.

The rest of your day was pretty foul. Just as you thought it couldn't get worse it did. You had to present your presentation, because your partner who was supposed to do it has covid, and your other partner is so bad with public speaking that she freezes up.

Your favorite coffee is the only thing that brings you some joy to your day. You're seated in your favorite booth at your favorite cafe. You take small sips and check your social media feed. It's then when you hear your name being called out.

You don't bother to turn to look because you know who it is. He sits at your booth, unaware of the anger you feel currently.

"Don't you have someone's pussy to be buried into?" You ask with venom.

Atsumu gives you that cute little chuckle, you hate it so much right now. It feels like a tear to your pride.

"Only if it's yers." He suggests with a smirk.

"I'm really not in the mood right now Atsumu, why don't you go entertain that girl from bio." Shit, know he'll know and tease you. He'll probably cut things off with you and-

"Oh her? I was just tryin' to get her to do my presentation, but she turned me down." He says casually. This is probably the only time you'll be thankful for Atsumu's obliviousness.

"I could have helped you with it." He knows you're smart, and he would have asked you...

"There was no way I woulda asked ya. You always make me do the work, and only give me commentary on my work." He says sighing. You watch as he places those big rough hands of his under his chin.

He's so pretty, volleyball has not failed him once. Even though some of your friends hate his hair; you think it's cute.

Those eyes, so pretty and brown draw you in to him. Also his muscles are just right, he's not too buff but he's also not thin to the point you can't see anything.

"Yeah, it's called improving. I really hope you didn't think you'd get through college with a pretty face and money. College isn't just one big party. At least not for me." You lecture and Atsumu listens, he always listens.

"For starters I do my work now, I ain't slept with a teacher since freshman year which was almost two years ago. Thank you very much." He replies to the shade you send his way.

"Anyway, what is it that you wanted?" You ask with a sigh.

"I wanted to check up on ya s'all. My cupcake seemed a lil' outta it today." Fuck his perceptiveness.

"Just tired is all." Atsumu's eyes narrow at your response. Why'd you think you could lie to one of the biggest liars you know?

"The way ya were acting today wasn't as much 'oh gee im tired' but more like 'my sweetie pie tsumu-bear hasn't been paying me any attention.'"

"If you knew, then why where you trying to force it out of me?" You roll your eyes and look back to your phone as to avoid his gaze and your embarrassment.

"I just wanted to hear ya say it because yer so cute." Atsumu is going to be the death of you. He annoys you to no end.

"Just so ya know, I ain't been sleepin' with anyone besides you, sweetheart."

"How do I know you aren't a big fat liar?" The way he smiles when you hiss at him has your heart melting. Why? Why you?

"I'd be an idiot to sleep with someone else when I got the most beautiful girl in my bed all the time." It's so sweet and sincere, his voice is honest you can tell. It feels like a weight has been lifted off your chest, and that Atsumu shaped hole in your heart is slowly being filled.

"Yeah? What're you trying to say, Tsumu?" You peek up from your phone screen to look at his dark eyes. It catches you off guard slightly, the way he looks at you, like you put the stars in the damn sky.

"I knew ya were kinda clueless but this is something else. I want ya to be my girl."He clarifies and you stop breathing for a second. When you'd fantasize about this you'd never thought his confession would be calm. Atsumu is loud and obnoxious, so this quiet, calmness has caught you off guard.

"Is that a question or a demand?" You ask.

"Not a question, m'already confident in ya wanting me." He's prideful and sometimes it sucks but right now.. it's so hot.

"Okay then, I'm yours." You whisper quietly trying to grasp what you've just said.

"Good, best decision you'll ever make, cupcake." Cockiness is laced in his tone and you roll your eyes.

"I said to stop calling me that," You finally drop your gaze back to your phone, but you aren't even paying attention to the dimly-lit screen. Your brain is exploding right now.

"You're my man now." It finally registers.

"Sure am."

#haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyuu x reader #atsumu miya #atsumu x you #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu miya x reader #atsumu #atsumu x reader #miya atsumu #hq atsumu #miya atsumu fluff #atsumu fluff #hq fluff #haikyuu fluff

[all-purpose-dish-soap]

if you're up to it, could you maybe write smthing about soap flustering reader into speechlessness and reader being like "i think you broke me" and in response soap is like "would you rather i broke your bed instead?" all cheeky-suggestive like and he gets to watch reader further implode from his words

408 words / 14 / sort-of-sequel to soap teasing you about "do you like magic? because i've got a rabbit and a wand we can use."

...

"I... you..."

Soap leans back, admiring the way you simply bluescreen. "Got somethin' to say?"

"No."

"Not a thing?"

"I think you broke me."

"Properly? No." He sips his beer. "Would you rather I broke your bed instead?"

You let out a groan, feeling so stupid. "Soap, you goddamn sadist."

"You like the chase."

"You know I do. That's why you never give me the satisfaction."

"Isnae fun if it comes easy, is it?" He takes another sip. "Like to make you sweat it out first."

"There are more fun ways to break a sweat with me."

"I've heard that one before. Your lines are getting stale. Maybe I'm rubbing off on you."

You huff. You wish he'd rub something off on you. "Tease."

He laughs, grinning all the worse. Your insistent flirting with him goes straight to his ego every time. "Here I am thinkin' that's what you want. You get to chase me; I get to watch you flounder. It's awful cute."

Your face heats up and you feel instantly predictable. "No it's not. Shut up."

"You really are easy." He leans on the bar and looks at you sideways. "I can tell what you're thinking, y'know."

"Thinking about how I have godawful taste in men." 

He chuffs. "Aye, you've made some terrible choices."

"And you could be among them," you mutter into your pint glass.

"Lettin' you butter me up is one of the best choices I ever made. Almost makes me forget how tempting it is to take you up on that offer."

"So you've thought about it?"

"Takin' you to bed for once? Oh, I've thought about it. You're too bloody hard to ignore."

You brighten. "Oh, yeah? That's my best quality."

"You've got a couple good qualities." He smiles with a devilish glint in his eyes, and you don't miss how his gaze drops to your low neckline for half a second. "But I like your persistence. I like that you're willing to make a right fool of yourself to get my attention."

Your smile turns into a scowl. "Hey, wait."

"Like I said. It's cute."

You rest your chin on your hand, swirling the last drink of ale around in your glass. "Come on. If acting dumb were the way into your pants, I'd have you by now."

"Dunno 'bout that. Makin' a fool of yourself seems to be the only strategy you've got."

"I hate that you're right."

He grins, shooting another look at your body as you throw back the rest of your drink. "And that's what keeps you tryin'."

…

more Soap / masterlist tag

#story #mine #ask #pick up line #john soap mactavish #johnny soap mactavish #soap cod #johnny mactavish #soap mactavish #soap x reader #soap x you #johnny mactavish x reader #johnny mactavish x you #cod #cod x reader #call of duty #call of duty x reader #cod mw2 #cod mwii #tf 141 #tf 141 x reader

[strangleetomz]

for the tk prompts thingy lee!husk w 11 and ler!angel (/nf!)

11. “Can I tickle you?”

eueudhfhsjfhd this is my first time writing for any hazbin hotel characters pls be nice🙏🙏

this can be viewed as either platonic or romantic !!

“Hey, whiskers~!” Angel says as he approaches Husk, using that same tone and smirk that Husk swears he hates so much. Husk gives the spider a look of disinterest and annoyance as he continues cleaning a, currently, empty alcohol bottle.

Angel does not care.

“How many times do I have to tell you to stop calling me whiskers?” Husk sighed.

“Get over it, pal, cause I ain’t gonna stop.” Angel grinned smugly at the groan he was given as a response. “But I’m not here to flirt with you today.”

Husk almost cheered aloud, his curiosity stopped him.

“Okay then.. Why are you over here?” Husk set down the bottle he’d been cleaning. “You’re not just gonna get drunk and bitch about your job to me, are you?”

It’d been a little while since Husk and Angel actually became close. They learned a lot about each other in this time.

And theres one that Angel doesn’t like to leave Husk alone about.

“Can I tickle you?” Way to be straightforward, Angel.

The spider had a small yet mischievous smile on his face.

“I swear to fuck,” Husk mumbled to himself. “Why?”

“It is very adorable when I tickle you. Y’know, your laugh, the way your wings flap, and the way that tail.. thing.. wags which tells me that you like it.. I could go on as to why. Now will ya answer my question?” Angel leans forward with his elbow rested on the table, and his chin placed on his palm.

Husk blinked, heat rising to his face. His tail flicked, and he nodded.

“Fuck yeah! Come here!” Angel practically jumped over the counter and tackled Husk down. The spider wrapped him in a tight bear hug with his top set of arms, and used his second set to scribble all over Husk’s stomach, immediately eliciting loud laughter.

“See what I mean? You’re just too cute when you’re being tickled, I don’t think I can handle it.” Angel grinned at the sight of Husk being a mess of laughter. He’d never get tired of it.

“Shuhut uHUP!” Husk couldn’t muster up much of anything to say. He squirmed in Angel’s grip, though his attempts at escape were fruitless as the tickles had weakened him. It didn’t help much that the hug that confined him has trapped his arms, causing incapability to defend himself.

“Aww, are you embarrased, whiskers~? Can the kitty not handle some little tickles~?” Angel teased, a shit-eating grin on his face as he extended his third pair of arms and started squeezing Husk’s hips.

“AhaHANGEL! Dohon’t- FUHUCK!” Husk kicked his legs out a little, but Angel quickly put that stunt to an end by trapping Husk’s legs with his own.

“You tryin’ to hurt me there, whiskers?” Angel raised an eyebrow.

“Noho! Fuhuck off!” Husk tried to protest, and began to squirm a little more intensely than before.

“Hm. For that, I oughta—“

“Well, this is certainly an interesting sight!”

The sudden comment startled both demons on the floor. Angel stopped what he was doing and whipped his head around as he let go of the demon below him; both him and Husk recognized that radio-filter voice anywhere.

Alastor.

Him and that stupid fucking grin.

“How much of that did you see!?” Husk panicked, scrambling to sit up.

“Just about all of it, Husker. I was alerted by the sound of your yelling and wanted to investigate the source of it. And it appears it is just innocent fun!” His tone was quite cheerful, though it almost always seemed like that. “It is quite entertaining to watch, though I’ll spare your last bit of shame and leave the room so you may continue your fun.”

“..Thanks?” Angel watched, confused, as Alastor walked away with his hands behind his back.

“You’re welcome, my dear!” The radio demon called out as he left the room.

“Well, where were we?” Angel turned back to Husk with a smirk.

Husk’s laughter soon echoed through the room once again.

#strangleetomz #hazbin hotel tickle #ler!angeldust #lee!husk #sorry i just had to include alastor. i could not keep the demons at bay /j

[bitchsister]

LISTEN TO ME. FIRE FIGHTER / PARAMEDIC BUCKY AND SASSY DIVA DAMSEL IN DISTRESS CURTIE. DO SOMETHING WITH THEM YOYO PLEASE IM BEGGING YOU ON MY HANDS AND KNEES

I love this!!!!! It was fun and cute!!!!!!

Curt was trying to be a good son — and this, he said as he’s lying in the grass, is the last time he ever does that.

He’s writhing by the time sirens come blaring down their little street, his body numb but filled with excruciating embarrassment as Ruth flagged them down from the house, “By god, Curtie. I hate you’re in pain, but these boys are somethin’.”

Tunnel vision had swept him away into a limbo, darkness invading his vision until it cleared again and he was face to face with a paramedic taking his vitals. “Hi, Curtis.” He said, and Curt momentarily wondered how on earth this stranger knew his name — and why was he here?

“Hi.”

Bucky was squatting in the garden with Curt, eyeing his leg that he’d broken badly. “My name’s Bucky, I’m a paramedic with the FDNY EMS, my partner Rosie and I are here to help ya.” Rosie waved from where he stood behind Bucky but Curt could hardly look away.

Ruth was right.

“Can you tell me what happened?”

Curt tried to move but Bucky held him in place, using a light hand to move his gaze back toward him and not at the bone sticking out of his leg. “Should I not look?” Curt murmured, his lips tugged into a frown.

“Think it’s better if ya don’t.” Bucky focused on him, blue eyes staring directly into his as Rosie worked on stabilizing Curt’s leg enough for a ride in an ambulance. “Tell me what happened, hm? How’d you get down here?”

Curt sighed heavily and wiped the sweat from his brow, “Hell if I know.” He grumbled, hissing when Rosie touched a particularly tender spot on his shin. “Ma needed the gutters cleaned — I ain’t ever done that shit before. Clearly.”

Bucky chuckled, realizing he’d been totally enamored by whoever this little stranger was in the grass with a compound fracture and more than likely a rather gnarly concussion, “Tryin’ to be a good boy, huh?”

Jesus.

“Y-yeah.”

Pain shot straight from his leg to his brain, causing everything around him except for Bucky to go buzzy and floaty, the grass suddenly feeling like a wet cloud and the man in front of him an angel. “You got pretty eyes.” He whispered to Bucky who grinned down at him.

“Was just gonna tell you the same thing, Curtis.” Bucky took a quick look down at Curt’s leg and tried to keep his poker face locked in, showing no reaction to the gore of it. “You ‘member my name?” He asked mostly because it was his job to assess Curt for any memory loss or brain damage, but also because he needed to know if Curt would remember him at all.

“Yeah. Your name’s Bucky.” Curt reached up to touch his face, his expression that of someone who’d just entered the gates of heaven. “Bucky.”

“Good job.” Bucky didn’t move away from the hands that touched his nose and his cheeks and then the little loose ringlets of brown hair that fell over his forehead. “Do you know what day it is, Curt?”

“Judgement day?”

Bucky snorted, “C’mon,” he felt his own heart flutter in his chest — c’mon, Egan. Be a goddamn professional. “You gotta give me a good answer, darlin’.”

Curt was giving Bucky these soft looking heart eyes despite his vision tunneling on him again. “It’s Mother’s Day.” He said confidently, “Ah, hell. It’s uh — it’s Sunday. Yeah. Sunday.”

“We got ‘em stable for the ride, partner.” Rosie clapped Bucky’s shoulder, giving him a look that told him he needed to reel himself in and get a grip. It wasn’t often he witnessed Bucky on this side of things since usually it was Rosie falling in love back to back.

Curt was put into the ambulance that Rosie drove, because Bucky had forced him to while he sat with Curt in the back. “How’s your pain right now, Curt? On a scale of one to ten. Ten being the worst imaginable?”

He thought for a moment, tried to move his leg.

He yelped.

“Nine?”

Bucky nodded slowly and hooked Curt up to a drip, hitting him with a little morphine that made him look even more out of it as he yanked the ears of the teddy bear he demanded. He didn’t care they were for the kids.

He wanted one.

“What’s his name.” Bucky asked carefully, making sure Curt was still alert. They didn’t need him falling asleep until they assessed him for further damages to anything internal. “Gotta have a name.”

“Cucky.” Curt blurted but immediately scrunched his nose, realizing it didn’t sound like the most pleasant thing to be named but it hardly mattered. “Curt and Bucky. Or — or maybe Burt.”

Bucky tried not to snort, his head hung as he laughed into his hands. “Let’s go with Burt.” He gleamed, and so did Curtis who had long forgotten about the bone he’d obliterated to pieces. “Cucky might have a hard time findin’ a job when it comes time for it.”

It was a whirlwind once Curt was rushed into the emergency room, everyone around him acting with the urgency that Bucky had suppressed just to keep him calm but the reality was that he had a bone sticking clean out of his leg, and he needed to have surgery before it was too late.

After a successful but very long surgery, Curt emerged from a slumber that sent him on an intensive journey of healing. Physical therapy, motor skill tests, hospital food, a lot of reality television, texts to friends, FaceTime calls, but just when he’d absolutely ran out of things to do, a knock came tapping at his door who he had assumed was his nurse, Becca.

“You ain’t gotta knock, Becks.” Curt sat up slowly and groaned, “You seen it all at this point.”

Bucky cleared his throat before he stepped in, closing the heavy wooden door behind him carefully before he plopped down in the chair beside Curt’s bed, still in his uniform. “Hey.” He grinned, “‘Member me?”

Curt couldn’t help but grin right back at him, looking at something new for the first time in a week that he’d yet to grow tired of. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about Bucky, and if he’d ever see him again. Though, “I kinda thought I imagined you.”

“Imagined me?”

“Yeah,” Curtis nodded slowly, “or hallucinated, you know? I was bleedin’ all over and everything was just so swirly and weird —“ he shrugged, his cheeks red because he realized he’d been rambling. “Anyway. Did you come back for Burt?”

Burt had been Curt’s only real reminder that Bucky was real, and that the whole thing had really happened. “No,” Bucky couldn’t help but laugh, “I just came to check in on ya.”

“You do that with everybody you throw into a three-thousand dollar ambulance ride?” He cocked an eyebrow, having grown tired of listening to Ruthie spout off about how expensive one was, not to mention the surgery to put Curt’s leg back together.

I was tryin’ to be a good son, ma!

Well you oughta just stay on the ground for that next time.

“No.” Bucky said again, but softer that time.

“Ahh,” Curt rose his brows and nodded, like he was understanding something but he was so very far from understanding why Bucky had come here at all — he was busy, Curt assumed. Where did he find the time to swoop in here?

Bucky’s radio pinged, a noise that reminded Curtis of the ambulance ride that grew less and less foggy as the days went by, “I gotta go,” He stood slowly and held his hand out. “Give me your phone.”

Curt’s brows furrowed as he clutched his phone, the only sense of entertainment or connection the outside world he’s gotten in the last week, to his chest. “No — wait - why?”

“To put my number in it, Curt.”

“Oh.”

Bucky typed away into Curt’s phone, sending himself a text from it so he didn’t leave the room without getting Curt’s in return. “I’m off Tuesdays and Wednesdays.” He handed Curt’s phone back to him, resisting every urge he had to violate that precious mouth that hung open with his own. “Let me know when they get you up outta this joint.”

Curt had looked astonished, but nodded his head slowly as he stared at the phone in his hand, the text he’d sent to his own phone from Curt’s staring right back at him.

Bucky ;)

#💌 #these two are cute #ask me more stuff about them

[silent-raven13]

The Punks meet Sunflowers!

Gwen having a conversation with three popular Hobies, the punks!: I'm surprised ya'll come here so often? I thought you hated being part of Spider Society.

Hobie 138c let one of his dreads drip over his face with an amusing chuckle: We do!

Hobie 138d with blond spike shouted out loud being the loud one in the group: Fuck yeah we do! We just tryin' to cause Mayhem!

Hobie 138e the quiet one with box braids and a bandana around his forehead to pull back his braid: And we wanted to see our Sunflower!

Gwen: OHHH! -she thought it was cute at the Hobies all being bashful thinking about Miles-

The three were happily fantasying about hugging Miles or flirting with him. He's just too cute to not too. Gwen giggles: You guys sure do like him! I wonder if Hobie 138b is here.

The three grins wickedly at the idea of pissing off their other variant. Hobie 138d chuckles: Hope so! I wanna piss him off.

Hobie 138b casually walks through the hallway heading to the game room to meet up with his Sunflower. Then, he stop himself spotting Gwen talking to those blokes! Ugh, them, again!: Oye, what are you blokes doing here? Come for mi Sunflower, eh?

Gwen and The punks look over to grin at Hobie 138b. Hobie 138e smirks: Perhaps!

Oh that annoyed Hobie 138b off: You bloody basters. Touch my darling and I will- -Gwen got between the Hobies trying to ease down the tension-

Gwen: Guys, relax! Come on, picking a fight in here? What will Miles think? -they didn't like to pissed off Miles, especially if he can easily turn invisible and ignore them. Trust and believe, he has done it before with his Hobie-

All the Hobies mutters: No, ma'am. -Gwen hold her laughter seeing how they all look like small toddlers with their heads down.-

Just when she was about to speak, her eyes spotted Miles walking around with Miles 42: Oh! Hey, Miles! -Before she can wave hello at her friend, the Punks whipped their heads so fast like they were programmed to follow Miles. Then, they all rush over to him-

Hobie 138b being the first one to shove and push the Punks, he picks up Miles giving him a kiss on the cheek: :Luv!

Miles 1016 let out a small, "Whoa!" As his boyfriend swoop him up into his arms and give him kisses: Hobie! Bae, what's wrong?"

Miles 42 being surprised like a cat being startled by Hobie's sudden movements. He wasn't use to the punk being so affectionate with Miles 1610. He arched his eyebrow at Hobie picking up Miles and kissing his cheek, what in the hell: Ew.

Miles 1610 was aware of his variant being grossed out: Bae, chill! Miles is here!"

Hobie looked confused: Who? -then glance over at Miles 42 then gave a scrunched expression on his face- Oh, him.

Miles 42 scowls: Aye, fuck you, man!

Miles pouts: HOBIE!

Hobie: Sorry, luv... it's just he's a thorn on my sides! -then mutters lowly to his partner- Did you have to bring the bloke here? -Hobie didn't care about anyone, however he had beef with Miles 42. The bloke always like to start arguing with him or tell Miles to find someone else. It bothers him. Not to mention, he would always give him a dirty look-

Miles 42: I heard that. Fuck off, man! Or else I'm- HUH?- -When he raised his hand up ready to get his claws out, a hand grab on his wrist. His green eyes look up to find a Hobie variant aka Hobie 138e got a hold of his hand. Miles 42 never felt so bashful at a handsome Hobie before!-

Hobie 138e with a deep voice: What you got there, kitten? Such pretty claws! -Oh hell that made Miles 42 weak in the knees. A tall black man with a deep voice does things to him!-

The rest of the punks appeared. Hobie 138d happily said: OH fresh meat, sweet!

Miles 1016 laughs getting down from his boyfriend: I'm surprised you haven't met Miles 42! He's an Anti-hero.

Miles 42 yanks his hand away from Hobie 138e before hiding behind Miles 1016 giving dark glares: Don't fucking touch me! I'm a taken man!

Gwen laughs: Your still dating Ganke?

Miles 42 said: Yeah, what's that supposed to me?

Gwen: Nothin'. Anyway these are the Punks! They are rarely around here, but they are fun to hang or go on missions!

Hobie 139e: Gwendey, you make it sound like we're pets?

Gwen: Oh gosh, no! It's just... ya'll are rarely here. When was the last time you guys came?

Hobie 138d picks his ear with his pinky: Ahh, who knows. We don't believe in consistency, mate!

Miles 42 rolled his eyes... oh brother. Miles 1016 smiles at them: That sucks. You guys could make a lot of friends!

Gwen nodded: Yup!

Hobie 138b rolled his eyes.

Then one of the punks lifts Miles chin up being a flirt: Oh yeah? You need a special friend, Sunflower?

Hobie 138e licks his lips: I'm been meaning to taste you.

Hobie 130d: ME TOO!

Hobie 138b quickly snapped his head at them, gave them an angry stare. His mouth turned into a nasty scowl: Aye, back off, fucking twats! He's mine! -he shove Miles 42 at them while he hugs Miles being a protective bear-

Miles 42 stumbles at the punks: Hey, what the fuck!

Miles 1016 sighs: bae, that wasn't very nice. They are just joking. It's not like they are actually gonna sleep with me.

Miles 42 and Hobie 138b saw Hobie 138d holding a condom out while Hobie 138c got fuzzy hands cuffs in his pocket. Hobie 138e merely grins widely as he pulls out a deer headband from Lupe. Hobie 138c spoke at a glaring Hobie 138b and a shocking Miles 42: Yeah, Hobart! Like we would EVER try to take your Sunflower.

Hobie 138e placed the deer headband on Miles 1016: Hey, darling. A present from you.

Miles 1016 being naive: Oh, thanks! I think I already one... a friend gave me one.

Gwen laughs: You mean, Lupe! How she gave you a deer bikini too!

The Punks fantasize about Miles 1016 in a deer bikini being cute: Cuuttteee -they said together-

Miles 42 shoves them away from Miles 1016: Ya'll are fucking perverts! -Then grab the deer headband off Miles 1016's head- Get this dumb shit off, you looking really dummy.

Miles 1016 rubs his head: Ow! Miles that hurt! -Hobie 138b snuggles his boyfriend-

Hobie 138b: Told you, he's a bit of a pain, darling!

Miles 42: I heard that!

Gwen laughs: Well, I didn't expect you two to not like each other -Miles 42 and Hobie were staring at her-

Hobie 138c swiftly hugs Miles 42: Awe, shame. He's a cute lad.

Hobie 138d laughs out loud having to point on Miles 42 cheeks: Hahaha, yeah! Maybe smile more, kitten!

Miles 42 scowls then growls: Stop calling me that!

Miles 1016 saw the Punks picking on his variant, then Hobie 138e winks at Miles 1016: Darling, he's so feisty. Perhaps the ole' chap prefer him and I'll have you! -Hobie twisted his head so fast it made Miles 1016 jump, and he glares at his variant-

Gwen giggles: LOL! Miles who knew you were such an eye candy!

Miles 1016: I always thought they were just joking. -He saw how his Hobie was picking a fight with Hobie 138e and the other two punks flirting with Miles 42. Miles 42 was about to claw them being so pissed off-

Miles 42: Miles, you better do something before I fuck these assholes off!

Miles 1016 laughs: Chill man. They are just flirting. What's wrong with that? -he smirks- I think you would like to date Hobie!

Miles 42 became bashful: NO! I have Ganke! That's my man! -fuming-

The Punks sighs: Ugh! Why are the hot ones always taken!

Hobie 138d slouches on Miles 1016 being whiny: Sunflower, forget about those blokes and be with me!

Hobie 138c whines: No me!

Gwen could only watch as Miles 42 fights them back from touching Miles 1016: They are like brothers... -Miles 42 seems to be a protector with Miles 1016, maybe it's because he's a bit naive-

Hobie 138b: Oi! Back off of MY SUNFLOWER! -already about to fight the other two Punks-

Miles 1016: Guys relax! It's not that serious!

Hobie: LUV! They are challenging me and want to take you away.

Miles: Bae, I'm not going anywhere. They are just fooling around. Besides, we don't see them often.

Hobie: I prefer that. -He frowns at the Punks who were grinning from ear to ear and Miles 42 hiding being Miles 1016-

The Punks: Yeah, he's our darling, too, mate. Remember sharing is caring!

Miles 42: Fuck off!

Hobie 138e licks his lips: Maybe i should kiss you to wipe that frown off your face.

Miles 42: Touch me and I will fuck you up, man! -he got his claws out-

Gwen: Yikes!

Miles 1016 to Gwen: Wow, I never seen them so hyper. They're like huskies. -referring to the punks and Miles 42 being a cat hissing at them-

Gwen: Huh, I can see that!

Hobie 138b snuggles with his Sunflower, again: Should we make a run for it -wanting to leave before the Punks act up again with his boo-

Miles 1016 giggles: Come, bae. They are you. Besides, they keep this place lively.

Hobie 138c: We sure do. But a last, we must be gittin' going my darling -he holds Miles 1016's hand to kiss-

Hobie 138b smack his variant's hand away: Watch it, twat.

Hobie 138d hugs Miles 1016's waist: Luv, he's being mean to us!

Hobie 138e winks at Miles 1016 then slouch on him: Darling, we must be going before the fascist leader comes and give us orders!

Miles 1016: Really? Leaving so soon?

Gwen: Awe, but you guys should stay longer and meet more of Spider-heroes

The Punks: Nahh!

Hobie 138b whacks all of them off his Miles: Good riddance!

Miles 42: Pfft, maybe you should leave too!

Hobie: Fuck off, mate.

Miles 1016: I'm surprise you guys aren't staying longer. You get free snacks, lunch and games.

Hobie 138e: We like to jump from universe to universe, luv. It's a thing we do.

Miles 1016: Oh, okay! It's just I was hoping you guys would wanna stay since I ask a couple of friends to meet you.

The Punks even Hobie arched his eyebrows: What friends?

Miles 42: You shouldn't them meet THEM! They will be like sex starving freaks!

Miles 1016 rolled his eyes at his variant: What? No they won't, besides they are variants of us!

Gwen: No way you meet your other variants!

Miles 1016: Yup, here they come! -His watch beep showing they were coming down the hallway- Hey guys, over here!

Gwen squeals: Finally more variants of Miles! I was getting tired of see my own variants. Male Gwen was such a flirt!

The Punks and Hobie gawks at three Miles variant each one being extremely different from the other: Hey, Miles 1016 and Miles 42!

Miles 42: Hey, Miles!

The three Miles smiles at the punks having such beautiful smiles. The Punks fell in love.

(Part 2)

#miles morales #hobie brown #punkflower #spiderman #spider verse #flowerpunk #fanfic

[queenxxxsupreme]

Late Night Visitor (Billy Butcher x reader)

A/N: This is definitely not my best work, but Butcher is fucking killing me so this is all I got right now

Warnings: blood, bullet wounds, curse words, 

Word Count: 1.5k

Summary: A ghost from your past shows up in the middle of the night.

The feeling of being watched drew you out of your sleep. You kept your eyes shut as you moved your hand underneath your pillow. The hard metal of a glock passed over your fingertips. You gripped the gun firmly with one hand and then sat up, turning in the bed to face the figure standing at the end of your bed. 

Your eyes widened a little, your breath caught in your lungs. 

“Billy?”

“Hello, doll.” His voice was quiet. 

He stood a little hunched over, one hand tucked into his jacket while the other hung limply by his side. 

“What the hell are you doing here?” You reached over to turn on a lamp by your bedside. When you looked back to him, he had his eyes closed. 

His face was splattered with blood, his lip busted and his nose bleeding. That stupid coat you hated so much was covered in a dark substance. More blood. 

He took a breath, preparing to speak, but then winced. His face twisted up in pain and he tilted his head down. 

You quickly got out of bed and moved to him, placing one hand on his shoulder and the other on his cheek. You tilted his head upwards to get a good look at his face. Bruising was beginning to form just beneath his left eye. 

Blue eyes met yours. 

“Oh, Billy. You look like hell.”

He almost chuckled but the sound became stuck in his throat and he began to cough a little. 

“Come on. I have things in the kitchen.” You took his hand and began to guide him out to the kitchen. “Sit.” You gestured to the table. “And take off that fucking coat.”

Butcher obliged and went to sit at the table. As he sat down, he let out a painful breath. The leather trench coat he wore was difficult to take off, but he did so and let it fall to the floor. 

You moved to retrieve a bag from underneath the sink. 

“How’ve you been, doll?”

“Don’t start that bullshit, Billy.” You pulled a chair up next to him. You started to shuffle through the bag until you found gauze and rubbing alcohol. 

“M’just askin’ a fuckin’ question. No need to be a right bitch about it.” 

You began to wipe the blood from his face.

“I’d be very careful with the next thing you call me, Billy Butcher.” You spoke under your breath. “You’re one hit away from dying and finally giving me fucking peace.”

He chuckled, amused by your hostility. 

“It’s been a while since I last saw ya.” 

“Three years.” You sighed. It was a sigh Butcher knew all too well. 

“I know you’re just tryin’ to be all cute and lovey and shit cleanin’ up my ugly mug, but I got a nice big bullet lodged into me side, and I’d really appreciate some help with it.”

Your eyes widened. 

“You’ve been shot?”

“That’s what I just said, ain’t it?”

You threw the gauze down on the table and shook your head slowly. 

You could feel the anger and rage rising in your veins, bubbling and festering. He always knew how to get you angry. 

You searched the bag to find the items you would need to pull a bullet from his side. A pair of tweezers and a lighter were placed down on the table. 

“The fuck do ya think you’re gonna do with that?” Butcher furrowed his brows. 

You didn’t answer him as you took hold of his button down shirt and ripped it open. The buttons flew off in every direction, hitting the floor and the table. 

“Could’ve just asked me to take my shirt off for ya, doll.”

“I’m not in the fucking mood, Billy.” You picked up the tweezers and the lighter. The lighter would serve as a sterilizing agent for the tweezers. 

“You sure you don’t wanna cut me open a little more to reach the little bugger?” He joked.

The lighter was tossed down on the table. You pressed your hand against his chest, pushing him back in his seat. 

“I’d rather see you squirm.”

“Ha, you always loved to make me– Ah, fucking–!” Butcher gritted his teeth together as you started to gently dig in his side for the bullet. 

The wound was messy and the amount of blood that covered the area made it less than easy to determine exactly what you were doing. 

“Are ya tryin’ to fuckin’ kill me, ya bloody bitch!”

You grinned a little, finding peace in his pain. 

You pulled the bullet out and placed it on the table before you began to clean up the wound. 

Butcher settled with gritting his teeth together as he watched your every move. 

“Never seen you so quiet, doll.”

“I have nothing to say to you.”

“Ya aren’t gonna take this opportunity to finally put me down, are ya?”

“I thought about it.” You very briefly looked up at him before going back to the bullet wound. “Rid the world of the miserable piece of shit that is Billy Butcher.”

He snorted. 

“That’s my sweet little doll.”

You gritted your teeth together and pressed your hand against the wound, earning a few colorful curse words from Butcher. 

“You don’t get to call me that.” You finished patching his side up, then decided to move on to his busted knuckles. Right now, you couldn’t look at him long enough to clean up his face.

“Look, I know you’re pissy about the last time we saw each other and ya got your knickers all in a twist–,”

“I don’t care about the last time we saw each other, Billy. I am mad that you think it’s okay to break into my apartment in the middle of the night after three years of no contact.”

“I was in the neighborhood. Dropped by for a little visit.”

“You’re always in the fucking neigborhood. You just decided to see me now. Why?”

Butcher sighed, shaking his head softly. 

You adjusted your grip on his hand and continued to wipe the blood from his knuckles, then apply an anti-bacterial ointment to his hand. 

Silence fell between you both. You wrapped one hand, then tended to the other. Neither of you spoke until you started to clean up his face. 

You placed one hand on his jaw so that you could hold him where you wanted him. With your other hand, you continued to clean him up. 

“You never said goodbye.” Your voice was low and quiet. “I…. I thought you died. I had to reach out to Grace to make sure you weren’t….”

“M’sorry, Y/N. Shit came up and I couldn’t get you involved in it.”

“That’s a load of bullshit.”

He sighed, turning his head away from you. You let your hands fall to your lap. 

“I missed you.”

“Fuck you, Billy.” You stood up, running your hands through your hair. “Fuck you! You don’t– You don’t get to come back after three fucking years and just…. What kind of game are you playing?”

Butcher looked at you with that stupid stoic look you hated so much. 

“There’s no games, doll. I just…. I just couldn’t stay away anymore.”

“Bastard.” You cursed under your breath. “Finish cleaning up yourself and then leave.”

You started to go towards your bedroom, but he spoke. 

“Y/N, wait, damn it!” He stood up to his feet. “Three years ago, I got my old team back together.”

You turned to face him, crossing your arms over your chest. 

“Your team? The ones who fucking went after supes?”

“That be the one.” Butcher nodded once. “When that happened, I couldn’t bring myself to drag you into that raging shit fire.”

“Why are you here now, Billy?” You whispered.

He looked at you, broad shoulders falling as he took a few breaths. 

“I’m fuckin’ tired, doll.” He was quiet as he spoke. He sounded almost broken, defeated. 

You bit the inside of your cheek as you watched Butcher sit back down. This time, he slouched in the chair and hung his head, eyes closed. 

“Just fuckin’ tired.”

Your chest tightened. You wanted to console him, to comfort him and make him feel better. But your head told you to leave. Leave everything behind and grab a plane to another country. 

Your feet started to work without you, taking you towards his chair. You reached out to brush your fingers through his dark hair. 

“Go get cleaned up in the shower.” You leaned down to kiss his head. He pressed his head further into your touch until his forehead rested against your abdomen. “I’m sure I’ve got clothes of yours somewhere still.”

Butcher stood to his full looming height and started for your room. Half way there, he turned to look at you. 

“You mean a lot to me, doll. You know that?”

You said nothing as you gazed at him. 

Your silence prompted him to continue his journey towards the master bedroom. 

Your knees became shaky and it was hard for you to catch your breath. You sat down heavily in the chair he had just been in. You rubbed your palms together and tried to take a deep breath. Tears pricked your vision. You found yourself staring at the ceiling in an attempt to keep from crying. 

“Fucking bastard.”

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[mamabearcat]

She lives! A teeny offering for InuKag week, for both the Safe and Modern prompts – a little something something from my First Impressins AU

Safe

"Hey, quit squirming around back there like a fuckin’ spider monkey Kagome! Don’t make me regret getting outta my nice warm bed to come pick you up, or I’ll drop your tiny ass on the pavement!"

Kagome giggled loudly in his ear and Inuyasha turned his head aside to avoid the intense scent of spirits that wafted from her mouth.

"Holy shit, you smell like a distillery - did you and Sango drink the entire bar dry? You're a fuckin' mess Kittycat."

"I know you are, but wha' am I", sang Kagome, then giggled again, giving herself the hiccups in the process. She leaned in closer, her voice a heavy whisper directly into his ear. "You're cute when you're grumpy Inu."

He twitched his ear away from her mouth, his cheeks heating a little at her comment.

"Not half as grumpy as you're gonna be with the king sized hangover you'll be waking up with, dumbass", he muttered.

"Hey! My ass isn't dumb! It got me a promotion an' Sango helped me celebrate! With tequila! An I woulda stayed, but Sango called Miroku, and they were talking and sucking face and there was this guy who wanted me to do more shots with him and he even said he'd buy them, but I said no because he kept tryin' to put his hands on my butt. I told him if he did it again I'd kick him in the nuts and I missed you so I called you and... Hey! Should we go back and find that guy and we can both kick him in the nuts? Hey Inu lets go back and I'll buy you tequila. TEQUILA!"

She screamed the last word at the top of her lungs, setting off a few random neighborhood dogs to barking, then put both arms straight up in the air, giggling madly.

"For fucks sake, just stay still, would ya, or I really will drop you," grunted Inuyasha, flattening his ears against the torrent of words and noise, tightening his grip on Kagome's swinging legs. "Just a few more blocks and you'll be home safe where you can't get yourself into any more trouble!"

"Inu, I don't feel s-"

Inuyasha thanked the heavens above for his youkai reflexes. He managed to get Kagome off his back and her head over the gutter just before the waterfall of vomit appeared. He even managed to catch the ends of her hair out of the way, most of it protected by the oversized red beanie he'd given her the day they first met. She still insisted on wearing it whenever the weather was even slightly chilly.

"Is that all of it?" he asked quietly, rubbing Kagome's back gently. She shook her head, her entire body shaking with the force of the next wave.

"I'm dying", she finally whimpered, spitting out the last mouthful with a grimace, her face sweaty and very pale.

"You're not dying", he chuckled, smoothing her hair back.

"I'm dying and you're laughing at me! I bet you won't even come to my funeral", she coughed. "I'm just gonna lay down here and finish dying. Wake me up tomorrow." She wiped her mouth on her sleeve, and then looked up at him with tearful eyes. "Inuyasha, I think maybe that last drink was a baaad idea."

Inuyasha rolled his eyes, and picked her up again.

"Come on party girl, lets get you home safe."

"Will you stay and look after me?" she asked, resting her head on his shoulder with a heavy sigh.

"You betcha", he grinned, walking carefully so he didn't jostle her stomach - he didn't want to tempt fate until they were closer to indoor plumbing. "Cos then I get to laugh at your sorry ass tomorrow morning."

"I hate you", she whispered, hiding her face in his neck, ignoring his deep chuckle.

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[ashwhowrites]

Hiii! Can you make a story where Eddie continuously asks the reader out, but keeps getting rejected by her. She only does it since she has a 1 year old daughter (who he has no idea) and feels that Eddie wouldn’t be interested in her anymore because of that (some guys tend not to date woman with kids. They think is a lot of baggage) Make it a happy ending please! 😭

YES A HAPPY ENDING. THANK GOD

This is cute, I'll try my best to give it justice

Master-list

It wasn't strange to see Eddie sitting at a bar. It was his favorite place to have a beer and let his mind relax. Plus the bartender he has a crush on, definitely made his night better.

Just one simple problem, every time he asked her out she said no and he didn't know why.

~~

Eddie Munson was quite a character at her bar. He was fucking hot, no denying that. He had the cutest brown eyes. The prettiest smile she's ever seen. A laugh that somehow sounded warm. She felt so physically attracted to him and she hated it.

Ever since she had her daughter, men seemed to run the second she was brought up. Her daughter became her world, but she got lonely. Her ex left the second she announced she was pregnant, too young for a child he said. Only 23 herself she felt like she had no time to get her shit together. No time to date for sure. Only time to work her ass off and return home before the babysitter had to leave.

Eddie was not in her plan. She did not have time to fall in love, and to watch him leave the second he found out she was a mother.

He was 24 and in a band, definitely not a guy who wanted to date a woman who had a kid.

But she can't help but feel desired and beautiful when he flirted with her. Maybe that's why she never told him she had a daughter, just saying no when he asked her out. Always pretending to be busy or at work.

~~

Eddie let every "no" roll off of his back, refusing to give up. He wanted a date with her and for as long as she seemed interested, he was going to keep trying.

"Okay beautiful, what do I have to do to get you to say yes to a date with me?" He smirked as she blushed. A smile on her face.

"I don't know Eddie. I don't have time for dating." She said as she handed him another beer.

"Okay then we'll have our date here, while you work."

"how do you plan to do that?" She laughed

"I'll make it work gorgeous." He said with a smile, "now what do you say?" He asked. Leaning closer to her over the bar.

His smile got bigger when she leaned in, eyes watching his face. He was even cuter up close.

"no." She said softly, giggling as she went to help another costumer.

Eddie shook his head with a laugh while sipping his beer. He wasn't giving up yet.

~~

A week passed with the same question and the same answer. They flirted, soft touches but she was still scared to take it anywhere further.

Eddie was watching her closely as she served a man at the end of the bar. Clenching his fists as the guys eyes lingered on her tits and ass.

Eddie tried to stay calm, men looking at her wasn't anything he should be mad over. But when the man's hand went to slap her ass is when Eddie flew out of his seat.

"Don't you even think about it prick." He growled as he held the guys hand, freezing it in mid air.

Y/N quickly turned at the commotion. Eyes seeing Eddie's hand gripping the man's wrists. She had an idea what the man was going to do. He's been flirting and making inappropriate comments at her all night.

"Get the fuck off of me man." The guy snapped, yanking his hand free.

"why don't you learn respect and get the fuck out of here " Eddie was fuming. The nerve some men have towards women was gross.

"Is she your little slut or something? Sorry to say man but she was all over me." The guy looked over at her and grabbed his crotch with a smirk.

Y/N felt her body cringe at his action.

"I fucking dare you to call her that again." Eddie growled, standing tall. The man stood up, matching Eddie's height. Chest to chest.

"Eds it's fine." She said as she grabbed his arm, trying to pull him away from getting hurt.

"Yeah Eds listen to your little slut and back up."

Eddie planned to listen to her and back off but once the prick opened his mouth again, he swung. Feeling his ring smash into the man's nose, blood pouring out instantly.

"YOU FUCKER!" the man yelled and threw himself on Eddie. Landing a punch to his right eye.

Eddie kneed him in the stomach and got the upper hand. Landing on top of the man laying blow after blow.

"EDDIE STOP RIGHT NOW!" Y/N screamed over and over.

When Eddie raised his fist to punch again she thought fast and grabbed it. Freezing his punch in mid-air.

"please let's just step outside." She said.

Eddie looked down to see the guy barely moving, still breathing but just passed out.

Eddie let her take him to the back of the bar, feeling the cold air. She wet a towel on her way out.

Eddie leaned against the brick wall as she stood between his legs, dabbing his nose softly.

"are you okay?" He asked

"I think I should be asking you that." She joked, swiping his eyebrow that got sliced open.

He smiled lightly, silently watching her clean him up.

"I have a first aid in my car, follow me." She said, grabbing her keys from inside and leading him to her car. She opened her glove department to get out the kit.

Eddie's eyes caught sight of a car seat in the backseat. Coloring books and crayons on the floor.

"Do you have a little sibling or something?" He asked, watching as she turned around facing him.

She looked to see Eddie staring into her backseat. Sighing at the dumb idea of taking Eddie to her car.

"I actually have a daughter." She whispered, digging through to find a band aid.

Eddie was shocked. She seemed way too young to have a daughter. Once she found the band aid she carefully placed it on his eyebrow. Soft fingers brushing on his forehead.

"Really? Not to sound rude or anything, but you seem way too young to have a daughter. How old is she?"

"Thank you. I am young so I get it. She just had her first birthday." She smiled. It was hard not to smile when she thought of her daughter.

She placed the box back in her car and shut the door.

"I bet she's really beautiful." He said. If she looks just like her mom that is.

Y/N felt her smile get bigger. "She really is."

They sat in silence for a beat too long for her liking. Already feeling the geers in Eddie's head turning.

"um well I need to head back." She said and quickly walked back into the bar, leaving Eddie in the parking lot.

She prepared herself for that to be the last time she saw him ever again.

~~

But it wasn't. Eddie was there the very next night, same flirty smile on his face.

"How is my gorgeous girl today?" He asked.

She was taken back from his compliment.

"I'm fine? Just a beer?" She asked, already grabbing his usual.

"Yes and that date I've been asking for." He winked as she handed him the beer.

"wait what?" She asked.

He was taken back by her look of confusion. They do this mostly every night and that wasn't her normal line.

"what do you mean what?" Both looking at each other confused.

"you still want to go on a date with me?" She asked. She truly didn't expect him to come back and let alone flirt with her. Then ask her out on top of that.

"What's going on? Are you like being replaced by someone else or something?" He joked, this was nothing like the Y/N he was used to teasing and flirting with.

"Uh no. It's just once I bring up that I have a daughter the guy usually disappears." She laughed it off but Eddie could see the hurt in her eyes. The insecurity radiating off of her.

Eddie reached to grasp her hand softly.

"Is that why you refused to let me take you out? Because other assholes weren't man enough?"

Now she felt stupid. Looking at every guy the same. Eddie didn't deserve that.

"I'm sorry Eddie. I shouldn't have grouped you into that group with those dicks." She sighed, allowing herself to hold his hand back, lacing her fingers with his.

"I know how you can make it up to me." He smirked.

A blush and smile raised on her face.

"Let me guess a date?" She giggled.

"I was gonna say another beer, but hey if you are offering." He winked. Enjoying the way she laughed.

"a beer and a date, coming right up."

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[tonberry-yoda]

You Hate Gyro Zeppeli - Gyro Zeppeli

Pairing - Gyro Zeppeli x f!reader

Warnings - Gyro being a little sexist because... he is lmao and a little bit of blood (reader gets a bloody nose)

Word Count - 768

Notes - i had the random inspo for a gyro fic, so i hope you steel ball lovers enjoy this one! and i cant help but think, even if he's italian, that he has the thickest southern accent. i cant help it

And don’t forget, REQUESTS ARE OPEN! So if you want to request any writing, please don’t hesitate to ask, but please read my pinned post before requesting! Please enjoy!! Don’t forget to stay hydrated! <3

You hated Gyro Zeppeli more than anyone. ANYONE. You couldn't stand him. And those green lips. God how you hated him. You hated that he wanted to win. You hated that he thought women were bad luck. And dear Jesus how you hated the way he looked at you. The condescending look on his stupid face. His little smirk. You were determined to beat him at the Steel Ball Run. No, you would beat him.

---

“Aww, isn't the little lady cute? Settin’ up her tent? Didja bring enough shampoo, lovely?” You quickly turned towards Gyro, your hair flying behind you. “Says the guy who looks like a girl from behind!” “Oh, is that right?!” Gyro jumped off his horse, walking up to you, his face only inches from yours. You could see his stupid gold teeth from a mile away. “Yeah, that’s right! You heard me!”

Gyro leaned closer so you could smell the hint of mint on his breath. “We’ll see who’s laughin’ when I win this race, little lady.” “Is that so? Because I think it’ll be the other way around.”

Gyro laughed out loud, putting his hands on his hips and throwing his head back. “Oh, is that so funny to you, Zeppeli?” “Yeah it is!” He looked at you with the stupid smirk again. “Imagine a woman winning this race. Looks to me like you’re one of the only girls. We’ll see how long that lasts.” “Shut up, Gyro.” “You’re just too scared to admit that I'm right.” “You aren't! I'll beat your ass!” “We’ll see about that.”

---

Gyro hated you more than anyone. He couldn't stand you. He hated that you wanted to win. He thought you were nothing but bad luck. And by God, he hated the way you looked at him. Your smirk just pissed him off. He was determined to beat you. He would beat you.

---

“Why do you hate her so much, Gyro?” Johnny held onto his horse, leaning down on its neck to give his back a bit of a rest. “Why do I hate her? Is that even a question, boy?” “Yeah. I mean,” Johnny fiddled with his fingers. “I think she’s real nice, Gyro. I just don't get why you don't like her.” “Nice?! Boy, don't you see?! That’s the trick! Women try to getcha like that!” “Okay, we all get it, Gyro, you got the hots for her.”

Gyro went dead silent for like thirty seconds before turning to Johnny with a bright red face. “No I don't! Don't you dare-” “Why’d you get all quiet?” “Shut up!” “So you do?” “Shut up!!!” “You’re not denying it.” “Boy, I-”

“Whatcha boys talkin’ about?” You slowed your horse down, riding slowly next to Gyro, immediately shooting him a dirty look. “None of your goddamn business!” “Oh, is someone a little pissy this morning, Gyro?” “Shutchurmouth, woman!” “Watch it, you sexist son of a bitch!” “You watch it!” You just giggled and scooted your horse a little closer to Gyro.

“Whaddya think you’re doing?!” Gyro scooted away, but you scooted closer, giggling. “You tryin’ to make me fall off my horse?!” “Mayyyybeeee.”

Gyro quickly stopped his horse and jumped off, trying to run from you, but you jumped off of yours and started chasing after him. He turned around and saw you were chasing him, so he ran faster, the spurs on his boots making a loud clanging noise as he ran. You just kept giggling before you absolutely ate it, falling straight on your face.

You just kept laughing though, your hands on your gut as you tried breathing through the laughter.

Gyro turned around with a smile, still thinking that you were chasing him, but the smile dropped immediately when he saw you on the ground, blood running down your nose. He ran up to you, which was surprising. He brought his handkerchief to your nose and wiped all the blood, which wasn't much.

You sat up and finally managed to stop giggling. You looked at Gyro with a smile. “Thanks.” He nodded and tipped his hat. “Sure. You gonna be okay?” “I think so. I feel fine.” “Good, good.”

As much as you hated each other, you couldn't help but scoot closer. And Gyro couldn't help but grab your chin, pulling you closer. You couldn't help looking into those gorgeous green eyes. And you both couldn't help but kiss each other. His lips pressed to yours so softly and he held you like you might break. You threw your arms around the back of his neck and melted.

Oh, how you hated Gyro Zeppeli.

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[leviathans-watching]

om m.list ━ individual characters (bros)

[back]

lucifer

lucifer watching you sleep

reunion w/ lucifer

open affection with lucifer

lucifer x witch!mc

random texts with lucifer

your heart’s on my horizon - 1.8k

“And you don’t know what kind of curse?” Lucifer runs a hand through his hair anxiously. You stir slightly but still do not wake.

“We’ve got it narrowed down. Nothing too harmful, at least for demons, but the main concern is that we’re not sure how it’ll interact with a human. We’re just waiting for MC to wake at this point.”

Lucifer crouches down, examining your face closely. At least you don’t look like you’re in pain. Removing a glove, he presses the back of his hand to your forehead. It’s as he’s doing this that your eyes flutter open, taking him in.

“MC?” he asks panickedly, and Diavolo hurries closer, leaning over you as well. “Are you alright?”

“Oh, I’m more than alright,” you say, sitting up. “Now that you’re here, Lucifer, I’m perfect.”

haunted & holy - 2k

“We’ll always be together, right?” you asked, clasping his hand softly.

“Of course,” Lucifer replied with ease, flipping your hand over so he could hold it for real. “Nothing in this world could ever take me from you.”

Oh, how those words played in his head when he fell, your tear-stained face the last thing he had seen. Your hand, reaching futilely for him, even as you were pulled back by several other angels.

can’t afford to lose you any longer - 2.3k

stepping into the hall, he clicks on mammon’s contact, holding his phone to his ear. it rings several times, but just as he thinks it’s going to go to voicemail, his younger brother picks up.

“lucifer!” mammon says. “oh thank god. i was just about to call ya!” mammon’s voice is loud, nervous. something is definitely wrong. why would mammon be calling him?

“what’s the matter?” lucifer asks, a bad feeling unfurling in his chest.

“it’s about mc,” mammon says, grave. “they got into an accident, and are in the hospital. i was gonna call ya sooner but satan said i should wait ‘till the doctor told us what was goin’ on.”

“what? mammon, what happened? are they okay?”

mammon hesitates. “they’re not in any immediate danger,” he hedges, and lucifer growls. “okay, okay. they’re in a coma, caused by the exertion of magical energy-”

“magical energy?” lucifer exclaims, but mammon barrels on.

“-but it’s estimated they’re not in any danger,” mammon continues, “we just don’t know when they’ll wake up yet. ‘pparently some lower-level dirtbags got brave due to your absence and decided to ‘purify the devildom once more.’” lucifer could hear the disgust in his voice.

mammon

playing pool with mammon

school play lead!mammon

“for you my dear? anything.”

getting overwhelmed by yelling/fighting

modeling with mammon | part 2

mammon with a chubby/fat mc

roller skating with mammon

mammon and sick!mc

painting a mural with mammon

dancing at the royal ball with mammon

rejecting nightbringer!mammon

meet-cute with mammon

It’s mammons bday again

swirl with mammon

mammon's birthday

random texts with mammon

selfish, for once - 18k

Mammon… is not what you were expecting. Instead of some horrific creature, you’re met with a pretty normal-looking guy, all things considered. Sure, he’s got horns and wings, but that’s it. Oh. He has abs, too. So horns, wings, and very prominent abs.

“My name is MC,” you say bravely, looking very intently at his eyes, which are an inhumane blue. “And I summoned you. I wish to make a pact.”

“A pact?” Mammon squawks, confusing you. “That’s what you were tryin’ to do?”

You raise a brow. “Yes?”

Mammon curses, slipping into the rough tones of the underworld. “A goddamn pact. Shit.” Shaking his head roughly, he fixes you with a hard look. “Hate to break it to you, Sweetcheeks, but you fucked up.”

“What?” You squint at him. “No. No way. I followed all of the instructions perfectly.”

“And there’s your problem. Whoever told you that was a pact spell was lyin’ to you.” Mammon seems genuinely distressed, and you feel very out of your element.

“Well then, what kind of spell was it?”

Mammon winces like he was hoping you weren’t going to ask. “It’s a, uh, binding spell. We’re bound together now. Our souls are, for a lack of a better term, intertwined.”

chaos causer - 10k

Alone for the holidays? Mad at your family? Hire me to ruin the night.

I am a human magic user that has recently had a lot of time open up to me with nothing to fill it. Why not use this time in a meaningful way? I asked myself, before dismissing the idea. I’m a young adult willing to pretend to be your date for any holiday dinner or party.

Thanks to my magic, I can play any age, except child (for obvious reasons), and have no problem changing my appearance as need be. I am a skilled actor and promise to sell my character well. Your satisfaction is guaranteed.

I revel in causing chaos and making things worse.

I require no payment aside from the free meal. This offer is available to anyone in any of the three realms, as I have experience dealing with an assortment of humans, angels, and demons. Do NOT contact me with unsolicited offers or services.

home is wherever I’m with you - 1.3k

"let’s get out of here,” you say one day, in the wake of an explosive argument between the brothers that left mammon nearly in tears.

“what?” he says, tilting his head towards you. “just- drive?”

“yeah. we’ll come back eventually, but let’s just go somewhere that’s not here.” mammon doesn’t look quite convinced, so you double down, pleading with him. “i’ll take all of the blame and everything. please mammon, i just want to explore some.”

“lucifer’ll kill us.”

“not if he can’t find us,” you say with more cheekiness than you feel, making mammon snort half-heartedly. “c’mon,” you wheedle, “just the two of us, complete freedom, no tasks, no chores-”

“fine,” mammon agrees, and you grin. you feel impulsive and wild, the wanderlust already taking over. “let’s do it.”

liminal spaces (in my heart) - .9k

you and a handsome stranger keep meeting in the oddest of places. mammon x gn!reader

Golden - 4k

“MC. I know you want to do something for Mammon’s birthday.”

“How do you-”

“All-seeing time lord, remember?” His tone held a note of humor. “Anyway, I have a plan. There is a car in the parking lot of the school, that has swimming suits, a picnic, and everything you’d need for the beach.”

“Diavolo’s?”

“Yes. Now, as a responsible person, I shouldn’t be suggesting you skip school, but I also know Mammon is deeply upset, and the sooner you head out the better. You will know the car when you see it. It is by the back of the lot.” Barbatos gave you a small smile.

*

When everyone forgets Mammon’s birthday you can’t let it slide. With the help of Barbatos, you take him to the beach for an afternoon that hopefully makes up for everyone else’s forgetfulness.

angry at all the things i can’t change - 1.9k | part 2 - 3k

ask from @/dexpairs-blog: Hi! If that’s ok could i request MC not hiding their preference for Mammon (in general, not just romantic), and when they’re asked why they say that they relate to him since at home they’re treated the sale say his brothers treat him and want to make him feel loved.

*

Five times you give Mammon the love and care he deserves and one time you make sure the other brothers get what’s coming to them.

levi

nervous!MC asking levi out

getting overwhelmed by yelling/fighting

playing scary games with levi

drinking with levi

misunderstandings with levi

levi’s fkn hot

levi's bday (yr 3)

satan

seeing snow with satan

domestic morning with satan

comparing now

spring walk

asmo

mc wanting to learn about asmo’s interests (fem!reader)

‘ruination’ with asmo

asmo x goth!mc • part 2

meeting asmo at the club

dancing with asmo

like, subscribe, and maybe fall in love

*NOT CLICKBAIT!!!* when asmo learns that you, the newest exchange student has a youtube account and following somewhat comparable to his own, he decided right then and there not to like you. however, after an unfortunate (and misleading) exchange goes viral, he has no choice but to fake date you in order to save face. will asmo crush you and put you into place like you deserve? or are those funny feelings in his stomach not hate, like he had thought? like, subscribe, and maybe fall in love (with this smau) to find out!!

beel

beel with a mc who works out with him

beel concerned about mc’s appetite

mc not being scared of beel

getting overwhelmed by yelling/fighting

tipsy!reader telling beel you love him

beel winning you a teddy bear

seeing the sunrise with beel

giving beel candy

should have known better w/ beel

human world buffet

stupid handsome boys

“just stay with me”

love thy neighbor - 7k

Before the boxes can fully tip over, you feel the top one getting lifted, a tanned arm entering your vision.

“Whoah,” the stranger says, and you shift the boxes remaining, moving them out of your way. Without the box that had been on top, it’s much easier for you to get a handle on everything. “Careful there,” he continues once you’re finally able to see him, and you have to adjust where you’re looking because seriously, this guy is way taller than you expected.

Or, living next door to a demon.

belphie

belphie doesn’t like sleeping with you

showing him constellations

what might be memory feels like flesh and bone - 1.4k | part 2 - 1.1k

He was blinded by his rage, his grief, and the only person who had made an honest effort to help him out was you, you who he had so easily turned on once he had gotten what he wanted.

It was hard, Belphegor was learning, facing and owning up to his own mistakes.

*

He did not deserve your kindness.

Yet you offered it to him in quiet moments, and in soft movements.

And he could only comply, ensnared by the soft feeling of your fingers on his cheekbones, collecting any wayward tears.

#obey me #obey me game

[raccoon-eyed-rebel]

Part 18

Masterlist

Series masterlist

Part 17 🍂 Part 19

Pairing: Syverson x ofc

Series summary: Life with Sy, what more can you wish for? The most amazing husband and father to a whole litter of cute little kids... Sometimes you wonder "how did you get here?"

Chapter warnings: SMUT, NSFW, 18+, MINORS DNI, p-in-v sex, (accidental) period sex, mentions of blood (combined with period sex? shocker...), praise kink situations and dirty talking Sy (mild), and some general awkwardness and unreasonable hormonal yelling.

Word count: 1.8k

A/N: @keanureevesisbae there you go, babygirl, more of your fave. I still owe up until 20... Strange...

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The floors you couldn’t have cared less about, but this bathroom. It was everything you had hoped it would be and included a shower that was a lot less cramped when you tried to fit twice the conventional amount of people in it. Patrick and Sy had worked really hard to get it done before the end of the week, and had somehow succeeded, which was great. You had ended up giving Sy the go-ahead to go nuts on his ideas - provided he’d fix it if you hated it, which he had promised you with a cocky grin on his face – which meant you now had a very dark bathroom that felt a little too luxurious to have in your own house. Now, every time you set foot in the room, you smiled – usually. Today was not one of those days.

“Sy!” The tears that were in your eyes were apparently also in your voice, because Sy’s worried face appeared in the doorway.

“Yeah?”

“Did you take the last Aleve?” Fuck!  How could you be out of painkillers right now?

“I didn’t,” Sy replied. That could have been a lie, but it also easily could have been the truth. Either way, he was the only living, breathing thing to take your frustration out on, and you were going to. Because you were in pain, bleeding, and hormonal. So, there.

“Are you sure?” Yeah, that didn’t sound friendly. You were definitely snapping at him. He didn’t deserve that. “Sorry.”

“Y’alright, Sugar?” He wrapped his arms around you – which was nice. You laid your head against his chest, trying to fight back the tears that were forming in your eyes. For the first time, it really dawned on you that you had moved in with Sy before your relationship had even reached the ‘peeing with the door open’-phase, and that that could be a problem. You wanted to tell him that your stomach felt as if someone was trying to cut his way through your guts with a butterknife, but suddenly he was just the brand-new boyfriend you didn’t feel needed to know about your period-related problems - or the fact that it was approaching at all.

“I’m fine, Sy,” you eventually said, “it’s just a headache.” You pushed against his chest so he would let you go and made your way over to your bed. Sy was right behind you, climbing in beside you and immediately pulling you against him, sneaking a hand underneath your pajamas. You could tell he found it odd you were wearing anything to bed, to begin with – and it probably was. When Sy’s hand found its usual place, securely holding your boob in place – not that it was going anywhere – you winced. It wasn’t pain, necessarily, although your boobs were definitely extra sensitive right now, but rather the extremely inconvenient side effect that you were… ‘super fucking horny’ would just about cover it.

“Sy, fuck off!” Again, you were well aware of the fact that this man had done absolutely nothing to deserve being snapped at like this.

“Y’know, Sugar,” he said, his voice grim, “the worst part of all this is that I think I might have a pretty decent idea of what’s goin’ on. But you’ll have my head if I dare to even suggest it.” He was probably right about that. Why was it so hard to talk about this?

“Sweetheart, I know you know what I’m tryin’ to say,” he said as he sighed, “will you just let me ask without killin’ me?” Now it was your turn to sigh, before reluctantly agreeing to what he was asking.

“Are you on your period, Sugar?” You winced when he said it – God knows why – and nodded, before realizing that was hardly an answer.

“No,” you said, “but my stomach and head are killing me, which means the festivities will start in two days.” You knew yourself; you were facing two days of this hell, then four days of extra-hell, and after that there was a slight chance you might function again. Sy moved his hand from your chest to your stomach, lingering and drawing patterns with his fingers until you grabbed his hand and moved it to the place where it hurt the most. He pulled you closer. The pressure of his hand felt so good it made you sigh with relief, especially when he started to rub the area of your stomach his hand was on. Soft moans crept over your lips as you finally forgot about the pain for a minute, but after a while you made him stop.

“Not good?” His voice was soft in your ear, his breath hot on your neck – that didn’t fucking help.

“So good,” you whined. When he heard your answer, Sy resumed his massage, and it felt so good that you didn’t want to stop him. After a while, you were squirming in his arms, grinding your ass into him. He chuckled softly.

“What do you want?” His tone was provocative, his question unnecessary, and you knew he was still going to make you answer.

“You,” you answered, plain and simple. There wasn’t much more to be said.

“I’m not in the mood for teasing, babe,” you said as Sy softly kissed your neck. To be perfectly honest, you were in the mood for letting Sy fuck you into the mattress so hard you couldn’t walk in the morning – but you didn’t dare to ask him for that. Nevertheless, you were horny, wet, and ready, and you needed this man inside of you now. Sy, in the spirit of the true gentleman that wouldn’t dream of denying a lady her wish, had you naked in a matter of seconds. His hand moved away from your stomach and settled in between your legs, where his fingers drew tight circles around your clit. He pulled you closer against him as he worked you closer and closer towards your climax. You felt his hard cock against your ass as he did. Eventually, the feeling of his teeth grazing you neck – exactly in that spot he knew drove you absolutely wild – was your undoing. He chuckled when you fell apart in his arms.

“Good girl,” he said softly as he gently guided you back down from your peak. Suddenly, you felt the head of his cock slide along your wet slit, and you threw your hips back, begging for him to finally thrust into you. A loud moan escaped you when he finally did, your walls clenching down hard on his cock as he moved inside of you.

“Wait,” you gasped when the second thrust hit you wrong. It took a few tries to find the perfect angle, but once you did, it was fantastic. Every time Sy pushed into you, he brushed past the right spot, and you tried your best to match his movements. Soon, you were not quite screaming his name, but moaning it very loudly nonetheless, as your own hand found its way between your legs and you worked your way towards your second orgasm, aided by the steady rhythm of Sy slamming into you.

“You gonna come for me, Sugar?” Sy growled in your ear. The words made you gasp – you were still not entirely used to the way he talked to you, but you were getting there… You answered him with a breathy ‘yeah’, which he replied to with another dark chuckle. “C’mon then, I want you to come all over my cock.” His words were enough to pull you over the edge.

“Fuck, Sugar,” he grunted as your clenching walls asked too much of his self-control, “you’re too fucking tight.” After both of you had taken a moment to catch your breath, Sy got out of bed to head out to the bathroom. You took a little while longer to move, because your cramps had the audacity to return.

“Alright, darlin’, now don’t freak out,” Sy said. He was apparently somehow unaware that that was probably the one sentence you didn’t use when you didn’t want someone to freak out, “but I think you may have started your period early.” Oh God, no! Nope, you were definitely freaking out. Or mortified. Was there really a difference? And if so, did it really matter which of the two you were right now? Of course it didn’t fucking matter! Fact of the matter was that you had just casually been bleeding all over your boyfriend’s dick, and that was… Well ‘awful’ may have just been the understatement of the century. You covered your head with the blankets in a hopeless attempt to hide from reality.

“Sugar, it don’t look like no crime scene, we’ll take care of it in the mornin’,” he said almost sternly, “right now we’re gonna take a shower, and then we’re just gonna go to sleep.” When Sy left for the bathroom, you stayed in bed until you heard the water turn on, and then you performed your own little inspection of the sheets. You had to admit he was right; it didn’t look like the scene of a double homicide – hell, you had more than once gotten more blood on a bath towel after shaving your legs – but you couldn’t shake the embarrassment you felt. That meant it was absolutely impossible to head into the bathroom; there was no way you could look Sy in the eye after this. Apparently, he had other plans, because he called for you twice, and then the door opened. If you’d ever get used to the sight of Sy in nothing but a towel – why did it have to hang so low on his hips? – you had no idea, but right now, you just froze. It was convenient for him; he just walked over to you and threw you over his shoulder like it was nothing.

“Put me down, please,” you groaned. This was even more embarrassing than the whole previous episode, and that was saying something. He did put you down; in the shower, and he didn’t seem intent on letting you go.

“Thank you,” you murmured, “and I’m sorry.”

“Sugar, you realize I seriously don’t give a damn, right?” No, as a matter of fact you hadn’t considered that option. Of course you could have deduced this from the laid back and practical way with which he’d reacted to this circus, but that was far too easy, right? Your answer must have been clear from the way you looked at him, because he continued, with a wicked grin on his face. “Honestly, if you were throwin’ any less of a fit about this, I’d suggest we go again.” You smacked him on the shoulder. “Sy!” Once again, he managed to make you laugh when you really didn’t think you were ever going to again. “Maybe next month.”

#syverson x ofc #captain syverson fanfiction #syverson fanfiction #captain syverson #syverson #syverson fic #syverson smut #henrycavill fanfic #henry cavill #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill characters #henry cavill filth

[i-am-tiny-sun]

Found an old work of mine!

Categories: 💫 (old work), 🚞 (smut), 🚺 (fem!reader), 🔪 (dark content, yandere)

Tw: femdom, yandere content, mentions of blood, nipple stimulation, biting, pain kink, overstim, oral sex (both receiving), hair pulling, groping…and Sanzu

Disclaimer: This is not for minors or ageless people!!! If you are either of these, or otherwise uncomfortable with this kind of content, turn back now! Don’t waste my time or your own by interacting! I don’t want anyone to feel unsafe or triggered by my content. You know fully well how to scroll away. BAJI HAS A TIME SKIP.

‼️‼️‼️ TW: TURN BACK IF YOU DON’T WANT TO BE EXPOSED TO YANDERE THEMES ‼️‼️‼️

• Keisuke Baji at first didn’t seem the type to be a yandere. Sure, he was a chaotic guy who could have easily been mistaken for Satan’s love child (except that title is reserved for Sanzu 💀💀💀-), but he never seemed obsessive. Think about it, this dude was able to infiltrate Valhalla without being openly suspected, he’s great at acting. Little did you know, he was also making his rivals disappear without you knowing. For awhile, random guys would show up bruised in some way or another.

He’d never go after the girls though, that’s something he wouldn’t even think to do. The most he actually does with them is gently, yet gruffly tell them that he’s interested in you. They think his love for you is cute, so they of course back off… plus he has a pretty face, so they’ll definitely listen to him. It’s only when you accept his feelings and become official that you notice that Keisuke’s a little bit off.

And by a little, I mean a lot off 😬. You eventually find out his level of obsession with you, and boy is he a possessive and jealous little gremlin. You find out that he’s the reason for your slightly cracked open window at night, some of your clothing has gone missing only to turn up a few days later cause it doesn’t smell like you anymore, and he was the shadow that always seemed to be lurking behind you any time you thought you were alone. It was all Baji.

He still has your currently missing sweater by the way, might wanna ask for it back. It doesn’t take long to find out that he’s why random guys turned up bruised and afraid to breathe the same air as you. Keisuke was entering your home to watch you sleep and make sure you’re safe, pretending that your sweater and your stolen pair of panties (which still haven’t come back by the way 😒) are you, and he was always following you.

Of course, you tell him exactly why this is wrong, and that he doesn’t have to do it anymore. As for how jealous he gets, Kei hates when you don’t pay attention to him alone, and he will tell you as much. Gets really clingy and cuddly when someone flirts with you, and his death glare is enough to scare them off. Like man actually hisses at people for tryin it 🤦🏻‍♀️ like a damn feral cat- He’d never hurt you and despite how obsessive he is, he’s actually pretty mellow when it comes to you after your scolding.

But this is also when you find out how submissive he actually is 👀 Keisuke’s neck is pretty sensitive and he proves that when you’re making out one night. The second you kiss his neck, he made the cutest whimper ever— ohhhhh this is the breeding ground for possibilities here 😈🙏. What makes Baji Keisuke tick?

Bite his neck and find out, silence isn’t holy to him so he won’t even try to hide how good he feels letting you kiss and bite his neck. GD forbid you play with his nipples while you’re at it, he’s gonna whine and moan the whole time. He won’t stop you cause he doesn’t want you to stop, but he will actually cry out if you latch onto his nipples instead of his neck. Will cum hard and untouched from it. Can y’all see? See the hearts in his eyes? Yandere Baji is whipped, and he’s not opposed to being such.

• Rindou Haitani 🤦🏻‍♀️ the “we don’t talk about Bruno” lookin ass menace himself. He makes zero attempts to hide it from you, he’s obsessed with you. The only time he tries to hide it is when he stalks you, pretending that he’s coincidentally in the same places as you. He thinks you haven’t caught onto it yet, but you knew about it from the very first occurrence 😒 fool is the least subtle person to exist in this scenario.

Rinnie’s like a cute cat when he gets jealous, but he’s a feral cat when he’s around the person he considers a rival. Don’t be surprised if that person starts to avoid you like the plague grew legs, gained a conscience, and became a sentient creature. Rindou openly went after them, in your presence, and made it clear that he doesn’t care who it is, he won’t let anyone become his competition. For what, you’re not sure.

He’s not above exposing people who have some skeletons in the closet that they don’t want found anytime soon 👀. When asked about it, he flat out tells you it was him, but he’s very vague about exactly why he did it. Yes, he’s obsessed with you and he openly tells you, but he doesn’t tell you that it stems from love. That’s another thing he tries to hide.

Another person who wouldn’t harm his female rivals, but he’s scary enough that they’d think twice about pursuing you. You knew about it, and apologized to them when he wasn’t there. He’s also the type to outright steal your clothes because “it’s cold and yours are warmer and smell nicer” 🙄 okay Jan. I did say he never tries to hide his obsession, right? When you become official, he pales when you tell him that you knew this whole time about him stalking you. Rindou never tried to hide anything else except his stalking and that he loves you. He’ll be embarrassed, but he knows you won’t judge him. Now for how submissive he is, he’s kinda bratty but neck kisses stop his behavior in its tracks. Like he’ll stop whatever he was about to do for your attention and shiver.

His most sensitive spot is near his collarbones and that has him whimpering when you kiss those spots and squeeze his cute ass. He still tries to act like he’s not affected by it, but he is, especially when you actually bite his collarbones and leave small bruises on his skin. And since he’s pale, they’re not easy to hide. He doesn’t want to hide them either cause he likes the idea thay you’re claiming him 😭. He actually hopes you make them darker so they’ll last longer, and he will cum untouched if you lick them afterwards as if to soothe them so they won’t hurt as much. Rindou doesn’t mind the pain tho 👀 so keep biting him, it makes him stay hard for awhile.

He’s fine with just kisses too when you’re both in a softer mood, cause he feels loved when you’re soft with him. His favorite time is when you’re the clingy one in the morning and you hug him from behind and kiss his neck to wake him up. Don’t tell Ran tho or he’ll hiss cause Ran’s gonna tease him 💀 Will ask to eat you out and gets excited when you say yes. Who knew it only took a few neck kisses for Rindou Haitani to become pussy drunk? He loves when you pull his hair when he does something right 🥺 he just loves you okay— he’ll cum if you call him your good boy and tell him he’s doing great.

• Ran Haitani is the clingiest, most touchy ass yandere koala to exist and that’s on obsession. Loves to hug and cuddle with you and the only person he’s fine with having around you is his brother (the gremlin 💀). Another one who’s open about his obsession, and he immediately starts fights if someone even breathes funny in your presence. Ran’s a dirty player when it comes to potential rivals, but he fights more with words than actions. He prefers to air out their dirty laundry that he knows will make you want to stay away from his potential competitors.

Oh, this person likes you and hopes to confess? Do you know that they’re a notorious groper on trains and they sneak panty shots to sell on the internet? Well, ya know now 😶 and they no longer have a chance… not that they had one to begin with. The only time he actually goes as far as to maul someone is when they touch you, and he doesn’t need Rindou’s help with that. Sir they only bumped into you and they apologized? Calm tf down 😒

He does break into your place while you sleep, and he doesn’t leave when you wake up. It’s not alarming since he’s been doing this even when you were just friends. So waking up to Ran laying next to you and watching you till you wake up was already a common occurrence 🤷🏻‍♀️ I headcanon that he has a sorta ugly laugh, so he’s easily embarrassed by when you mimic him. He has no qualms with attacking his rivals with his baton when they try to steal you from him, and he makes it horrifyingly clear that he won’t stand for anyone coming between y’all. Like he does this shit with a pretty smile on his face and twirling his braids with his bloodstained baton.

Ran won’t kill anyone, and the most he does with female rivals is act much like them, but petty. Ya know how girls who don’t like each other are in the same room but they’re amongst their friends, so they just cast bitter smiles at each other and talk in sickly sweet tones? Yeah, that’s basically Ran with female rivals 🙄 at least he’s mild about it with them. He tries to act smooth and charming, and he is, but his voice cracks when he’s talking if you suddenly start making out with him. Ran will whine if you pull away before he’s done, asking “why’d you stop?”

But he gets his answer when you leave little kisses on his cheek and move to his neck. If you tell him to be a good boy and lay down after stripping his clothes off, he’s definitely gonna do it, just keep touching him. Ran gets more sensitive while you kiss down his body and play with his nipples for a little bit, but he’ll actually moan when you suck his balls. Focus on nothing else but his balls, and he’ll cum hard from it.

• Souya Kawata is the cutest yandere ever 🥺 he’s clingy and cuddly, loves to give you kisses, and he loves getting kisses from you too. Of course, he does have a dark side to his obsession. He does enter your home without you knowing, steals some of your stuff (i.e., clothing, your hairbrush, your hair TIES, etc.). His favorite thing to snatch is your panties, he uses them to get off when he’s stressed and you’re not there. Sometimes he’s invited over, and he loves that, but that itch to watch you when you’re not suspecting it doesn’t just go away even when you’re a couple.

He’ll watch you when you’re in the shower, and he can’t help but jerk himself off, wishing it was you instead of his hand 😭 help he’s so cute- Souya’s definitely not above attacking his rivals when you’re not there, and he will maul them especially bad if he knows that they’re intent on stealing you from him. He laughs while he does it too since he gets some form of joy from their fear. When he cries, we already know that’s an entirely different story. He’ll cry if he knows that a rival harassed or hurt you, then he’s seeing nothing but red until his vision clears and his hands and face are covered in the blood of his enemies.

I don’t see him as someone who kills his rivals. He doesn’t worry much about his female rivals since they either avoid him cause his eternally angry face is scary as hell, or think he’s cute and soft for you 👀 so they’ll back off either way. He’s had one female rival become an ally up until you got together, now they don’t even talk since she found her own agenda to pursue. Souya suspects that she might have hated everyone that he deemed a rival for your affections…

ANYWAY, he also stalks you when you’re not spending time with him. He does take candid pictures of you, but he won’t do anything more than that since he loves you too much. Souya’s a yandere, but he’s respectful of you (more or less since we know he’s a pervert-).

He’s a cutie though, and his neck is incredibly sensitive. Like if you even brush it with your finger, he’s keening for you before he hides his face from embarrassment 🫢 poor baby’s a loud mess when you give his neck some kisses, but he’s hard instantly if you move to his puffy nipples and play with his balls. Suck his dick while playing with his nipples, and you gon end up with a mouthful of cum and his adorable fucked out face 😶 he also has heart eyes as a result, and he’ll beg you for more.

‼️‼️‼️ TURN BACK NOW IF YOU DON’T WANT TO SEE YANDERE THEMES. THIS IS YOUR LAST WARNING ‼️‼️‼️

• For fuck’s sake, Izana Kurokawa is batshit crazy. We already know this, but damn does he get worse when he falls for you. He’s a major stalker, and follows you literally everywhere, and that includes your own home. He actually has places where he hides in your house to watch you sleep. He will hide in your walls to watch you shower or to watch you touch yourself, and he gets ecstatic when he hears his name. Izana feels so loved when you think of him 🥺.

Of course, he’s one of the more sneaky yanderes on this list, so while he seems (his own kind of-) normal to you, he’s actually housing some pretty wild ideas upstairs 😨. Izana’s so sneaky that he’s able to snag some of your stuff from your place…yeah, even the bloodstained hygiene products you used. Listen, I don’t judge what you use 👀 but Izana’s not above stealing your used products or your panties if they have blood on them. He’d steal them and sniff em whether you were wet or bleeding. But oddly enough, he also steals your bras? He loves your boobs too, so he pretends that he’s groping them when he has your bra.

Ik panty thievery is a common theme in this list, but Izana’s something else with them. He will jerk off with them too, again regardless of blood or slick. Some of y’all might think it’s gross, but for y’all who are into it, he will offer to eat you out while you’re on your period and he’ll wholeheartedly enjoy it too 😶😶 he may also beg you to fuck him when it’s that time too, he’s a nasty little creature sometimes.

Izana’s also the type to go as far as to kill his rivals, and he doesn’t discriminate at all. Male and female rivals have something to fear with him cause he has no problem killing them 😬 and he has a sick, sick sense of joy when he does it. I only started off with the milder yanderes for a reason, and Izana’s the reason. He leaves zero room for intimidation, cause he’s already snatched them off the streets and he’s laughing while he mistakes them for a cake. Izana will only stop killing if you ask him to.

That being said, he’s definitely not the dominant one in the relationship despite how much of a menace he is upstairs. He’s a sucker for neck kisses, and it’s enough to make him submit to you. Kissing his neck is like a drug to him and he gets so into it, he starts moaning and telling you every nasty, dirty fantasy he has about you that day. You’re on your period? It hurts and it’s heavy? Izana’s on it, and he lets you use him for your relief. Ride his dick while you kiss and bite his neck, and he’ll actually sob from the pleasure and fill you up, begging you to go again.

• Mikey’s another cute yandere, but he’s still a yandere. I said I started off with the milder ones, and Mikey’s not one of those 😱 no, he’s a nutcase. When he’s with you though? He’s clingy, cuddly and gives you kisses, and pouty when you’re busy. Will whine if you don’t pay attention to him, and will be very dramatic about it 🤦🏻‍♀️ seriously, he’ll act like he’s very slowly dying if you don’t give him kisses.

Mikey doesn’t even break in, he just comes in and loudly announces his presence and asks for kisses. Doesn’t matter if you’re asleep too, he’s still gonna make his presence known. Falls asleep in the most random places, so don’t even be shocked if you find him asleep in your closet, cause you once found him asleep on the stairs with a pillow and blanket. He got happy when he woke up with you asking him if he was hungry, not even concerned that he sleeps in weird spots.

But beneath his cuteness, Mikey’s a terrifying force of nature with demons that reside within the meat mansion that he calls his body 😨. He’s already lost so many people that he loved, and he’s not about to have that happen again with you. Another major stalker, who once put a tracking device in your bag (till you found it and overstimulated him for several hours as punishment👀).

He has zero tolerance for people trying to steal your love from him, and he makes it known immediately when he meets a rival. Another who doesn’t leave room for intimidation cause those rivals are no more, and he also doesn’t discriminate on who mysteriously disappears. Just like Izana, he gets joy from their fear. But he won’t laugh, he won’t smile, he won’t even blink when he watches the lights of life go out from their eyes 😬 he won’t express it, but he enjoys their fear.

Does not care what gender his rival is, they will no longer exist once he catches a sign of them being interested in you. Again, Mikey will stop if you ask him to and assure him that nobody’s gonna steal your love from him. The most sensitive part of his neck is his Adam’s apple, and his collarbone is pretty sensitive too. He’ll definitely cum from that alone, but jerk him off while you bite his skin, he’ll flat out beg you to fuck him.

• Shuji FUCKIN HANMA is a GD menace to society- I’m not kidding. He’s actually creepy sometimes. He stares at you a lot, but it’s bad when he doesn’t even blink after you call him out on it 🙄. He sneaks into your house sometimes and like Izana, he has places to hide to watch you the times he’s not invited 😬. Shuji’s the type who’ll show up in the morning and wake you up by laying between your legs when you’re still asleep and kissing your clothed pussy.

If you let him eat you out, he wants you to pull his hair while he does it. Not rip it out, but enough to hurt him. He actually loves to be on the receiving end of the pain, and he will moan if you hurt him 🫢. Sometimes he’ll lay next to you and just watch you sleep. Not even blinking and you think he fell asleep like that (Ran and Baji do-). If you cut your finger (i.e., hangnail, paper cut, etc.), he will suck on your finger to taste your blood. Shuji’s a menace.

When it comes to his rivals, he’s not gonna immediately kill them. No, he stalks them and randomly appears. Nobody knows when he’s gonna show up suddenly, but he does, and that makes it worse on their mind 😨 Shuji plays mind games with them. Every time they see him, he inches closer and closer. And he doesn’t ever stick to a certain time. Everything he does is unpredictable, so it’s always scary when he finally closes in 😱. Shuji isn’t as torturous as Mikey, Izana, or Sanzu, cause his mind games were torture enough. Safe to say, those rivals are gone and the ones that still exist were scared off and got lucky to be alive.

He stops killing for you, but starts up again if he notices a rival getting too bold with you 😐😑😐 SIR CALM DOWN— anyway, he loves neck kisses…but with a twist. Sure, he loves the kisses themselves. Can’t get enough of em, they’re his favorite drug. But he’s a real sucker for when you bite his neck.

Leave hickeys if you want, but he wants you to bite him hard enough to draw blood. He actually gets off to that when he’s alone, but he’s definitely a screamer when you bite his neck. He doesn’t have a certain spot, cause his entire neck is sensitive. Of course, don’t bite off chunks of him like a GD zombie 🤦🏻‍♀️ just draw a little bit of blood, make him hurt, and he’s happy with it. He’ll cum from that alone, no joke.

• Sanzu Haruchiyo’s probably the worst one of this entire list 😶 he’ll actually try to drug you, kidnap you, the works. He breaks in, steals your panties or bras, and his favorite ones are stained with blood, slick, sweat, he doesn’t care as long as it came out of you. He actually comes into the shower with you and stares at you, but internally freaks out when you offer to wash his hair or his back 🥺 he’s batshit crazy, but he’s also touch starved.

Of course, in response to trying to drug or kidnap you, he gets punished for it. Tried to slip a roofie in your drink? You edge him for an entire workday by filling his hole with a remote controlled vibrator and constantly switch how high it is. He actually almost passed out during a meeting because he was trying so hard not to make it known what was happening and he didn’t even get to cum 🫢. Tried to snatch you off the streets in your good shoes? He has to count how many times you made him cum and he has to apologize after every time he does.

Sanzu doesn’t have to do all that bullshit since you claimed him 🤦🏻‍♀️ so he oughta learn to S T O P. His rivals aren’t even people to him, they’re trash. He won’t acknowledge them as humans when he hunts them down. He’s worse than Shuji in this regard, cause he has been in their homes and left indications that they’re being hunted. Sanzu takes his sweet time killing them, and he’ll either laugh or show zero emotions whatsoever 😐.

However, female rivals seem to be a gray area with him. He’ll either indiscriminately kill them, or he’ll be petty like Ran. He’s dirty, and he plays it too. Oh, they have feelings for you and intend to take you? You don’t know, do you? They were arrested for robbery and they cheat on their partners! Smiles at some of them in the face and uses a borderline sickly sweet tone of voice while talking to them, but then he hunts them down anyway cause he don’t like anyone who tries to steal your love 😱.

I’m sorry I gotta disappoint y’all, but he wouldn’t stop his ways if you asked. Idk what to tell y’all, Sanzu’s unhinged and won’t stop killing his rivals. But when he starts to lose his mind again, kiss his neck. He’ll stop immediately and melt. He just feels so loved, he doesn’t even mind if you bite him! If anything, he prefers it more since he takes hickeys as claiming him. He lets out the prettiest moans too when you kiss and suck on his neck, he laughs a little sometimes, and he sobs when you play with his balls at the same time. Cries when he cums, and will act out in hopes that you’ll make him cum more times than he can handle.

#💫: old work! #🚞: smut! (thirst train) #🚺: fem reader! #🔪: dark content (yandere) #sub tokrev #yandere tokyo revengers #IF YOU SAW THIS FROM REBLOGS ITS ME-

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Ānzhuōniichuan - Chapter 2

Insomnia has been making a total mess of my ability to do things, including doing the stuff necessary to get rid of the insomnia. On the plus side, I've managed to get enough sleep this last week to recover enough to finished a chapter, so please enjoy:

Summary:

Ranma and Ryoga's journey, now with their new Chinese friend Xian Pu, takes them to a dojo in Japan.

Notes:

Been dealing with insomnia that's played merry hell on my ability to get, like, ANY writing done 'cause I'm just out of spoons before the morning is half over. Finally managed to grab a few time slices as I've been forcing myself to recover to get this written. Lost Little Wolf - The Minor Key Ch. 14, Double Isekai Ch. 10, Return to Recipient Ch. 6, And at This Point I'm Afraid to Ask Ch. 5, Deviation Ch. 9, Lost in the Dark Pt. 1 Ch. 2, Fission Ch. 10 Pt 2, and a few unpublished works are still on deck and work will continue...even if a bit slowly.

Preview below the cut:

Akane sat on her heels in the way that her friend Sayuri had marveled at since they were in elementary school together, feet flat on the ground, her knees up against her chest, arms wrapped around her legs, and chin resting on the little nook between her kneecaps. She was watching Ranma as the (currently) girl sat cross-legged in front of the family shrine. Ranma's eyes seemed to drift back to the largest picture on the shrine quite regularly; Akane's mother. Tears formed a track down the redhead's cheeks, and Akane had to admit that this part-time girl looked very cute and (dare she say it?) huggable. Akane was doing everything she could to fight the impulse to wrap her arms around Ranma and just hold her until the crying stopped.

"...stupid pops..." Ranma sniffled for probably the twentieth time since they'd come out here.

"Ranma..." Akane ventured, "Why did you turn yourself into a girl?"

Ranma blinked the most recent tears out of her eyes and turned to Akane, seeming like she was waking up from a daydream. "Huh? Oh..." she wiped the tracks off her face and said, "Didn't wanna cry as a guy. Aint manly."

Akane snorted, "'Manly'? What's being a man got to do with it?"

Ranma took a deep breath, "Nothin' really, just..." she wiped at her eyes again, "...pops just always kept hammerin' on me 'bout bein' 'manly,' and I thought that's just how guys'r'supposed to learn how to be guys. 'A real man does this,' 'a real man acts like that'... 'course, half'a that was the same as the bullshit 'bout bein' honorable, an' he never was."

Akane settled herself into a proper sitting position, opting for cross-legged like Ranma was doing instead of the seiza that 'proper girls' were 'supposed' to do. Yeah, she could sit seiza, but sometimes cross-legged was more comfortable. "Seems like your father was a jerk," she said, trying to keep Ranma talking.

The redhead sighed, "Yeah, Ryoga and Xian are helpin' me see that and tryin' to teach me how to be, I dunno, the kinda person I want to be. Still gotta long way to go, though. Like, I still don't know what I said wrong earlier."

Akane scrunched her brow in confusion, "What do you mean?"

"When I asked if you were a glass cannon," she sighed, "I just...a glass cannon is somethin' that can pack a hell of a punch but breaks real easy. Sometimes that's just how some martial artists are, I'm just tryin' to ask a question but something I said is wrong..." Ranma went from a little bit sad to teeth-grittingly frustrated in the space of a few words, her hands suddenly bunched into fists.

Akane found herself momentarily at a loss for words, "...but...being called a 'glass cannon' is a bad thing. Like you're trying to make fun of someone for having a weak defense."

Ranma turned to look at Akane, her jaw slightly slack, "But...I'm not trying to...I just...what?!" Her bunched fists were suddenly up and scrubbing at her eyes as a stuttering sob escaped her again, "F-fucking pops!" she stammered out, "R...Ryoga thought I h-hated him 'cause I just used the same things pops did to get me to spar with him! And since w-we started travelin' t-together with Xian they..." she heaved a couple of sobbing hiccups, "They've been t-tryin' t'teach me not to be mean 'r' cruel, an' it's like everything I say is mean! I thought that's just h-how you knew someone c-cared! And...and pops taught me that!"

Akane couldn't hold back any longer. She practically threw her arms around the smaller girl, muttering the little calming phrases and making the noises that Kasumi did whenever she couldn't handle the stress of life any longer or the Hentai Horde was particularly aggressive and nobody else would listen.

The two of them sat for a while, Ranma safely curled up in Akane's arms, the taller girl gently rubbing Ranma's back to comfort her. After the tears finally petered out, Akane realized that she was feeling something she hadn't expected for someone who'd revealed they were born a boy under the fabric of the silk shirt. She paused in her up and down motion, fingertips gently probing back and forth. Before Ranma's back could tense up any further, she asked, "Ranma...is that a bra?"

The redhead let out a nervous chuckle, "Y-yeah, got it a couple days after we got back to Japan. I had...no idea that there was such a thing as a sports bra, but...it works for me an' Ryoga 'cause of the curse." They disengaged enough for Ranma to look down at her own chest, as though the shirt wasn't there, "Pull 'em on like a shirt, the band stretches when we get hit with hot water and nothin' in the cups to really stick out or be obvious when we're in guy forms." She sighed, mostly seeming to need the breath to recover from the emotional outburst, "Didn't know...pops always made it seem like women wore bras 'cause they were weak or somethin'. Xian got kinda sick o' me fightin' without wearing one an' challenged me t'wear one during a spar an'...well, I don't think I wanna go without one ever again while I'm practicin' the Art, and since everything's practice..." she shrugged.

Akane could say quite well she didn't know any boys that didn't want to do martial arts without a bra. Now that Ranma seemed to have regained some of her emotional equilibrium, they separated, both now sitting cross-legged and facing each other. "Ranma...do...um..."

Ranma, for her part, just sat and waited for Akane to get her thoughts in order.

Akane took a deep breath, "I...my sister was right, I've been...every morning I have to fight a horde of boys just to get into school. And they made it clear they're intention is to overpower me and..." she swallowed, the fear she used to fuel her anger every day welling up inside her, "...take advantage of me."

"What?!" snapped Ranma as she started from her seated position. To her credit, she seemed to come to her senses and sit back down, "...sorry," she muttered.

Akane smiled, her expression pinched from the anxiety of the morning brawls bubbling inside but grateful that she seemed to have stumbled onto someone who was just as indignant about it as she was, "Thank you, Ranma. But," she took another deep breath, "I guess I've been letting them twist how I see boys up..."

Ranma nodded, "An' if yer enemy gets inta your head, then they're the ones pickin' the battlefield."

Akane mirrored Ranma's nod, "So because I need to...overcome this weakness, I need to ask you a question and hope it's not, like, the rudest question I could possibly ask."

Ranma tilted her head in a motion that reminded Akane of nothing less than a kitten encountering an ice cube for the first time, like she had no idea what was going to happen next but curiosity was driving her to learn no matter what and damn the consequences.

Taking that as encouragement, Akane plowed ahead, "Are you a boy or a girl?" She bit her lip, suppressing her embarrassment at having even had to ask.

Ranma's gaze seemed to turn inward, "...you know, I guess I'm a little of both?" she said after a while. "I mean, before the curse, I'd've told you I was a guy, 100 percent, but a lotta that was based on what my pops said, and we both know how much of a dumbass he was. But...I mean, I like bein' a guy sometimes. I want to be taller and more muscular and have longer reach an' all that. And sometimes I just like seein'..." she blushed, "Um...what I was born with between my legs." Akane blushed at that as well, which Ranma clearly picked up on because she said her next sentence in a tumble of words, "Not, like, in a hentai way or nuthin', but just 'cause it's, you know, what I 'spect t'see. But since I got the curse, I'm...I dunno, kinda seein' lots of stuff different. Like, chocolate is different!"

"It is?!" blurted Akane.

Ranma nodded enthusiastically, "And ice cream with chocolate? Gods! No comparison! I mean, I never got the 'guys don't eat sweets' thing before, but when I'm in girl mode it's like my tongue was made for sweets! And..." she blushed, "I...kinda like lookin' cute and...pretty. And I'd kinda like t'wear a dress an' just...be a girl for a bit."

Akane found herself smiling, easily imagining taking the redhead on a shopping trip with her friends Yuka and Sayuri.

Ranma grimaced, "Aint a fan of the cramps, though."

Akane thought her eyes would pop out of her head, "...cramps...?! Like, you have a period?!"

The redhead tossed her head back and let out a melodramatic groan that lasted nearly thirty seconds before slumping down (clearly exaggeratedly) and grumping, "Apparently I'm an 'early developer,' 'cording to Xian's granny. They weren't expectin' Ryoga or me to have our periods for, like, two months or somethin' so didn't say nothin' at first 'cause Xian was already fixin' to give me an' Ryoga 'the talk.' Then 'bout a week after we got back to Japan I woke up hurtin' like crazy and Xian had t'call home 'cause she thought it was somethin' else and Elder Ku Lon just laughed her wrinkly ass off so loud I could hear it over the phone an' across the room." She straightened, "Aint..." she turned green, "Bleedin' yet, but I gotta carry a pad around just in case now."

"But...you change back and forth, right? Can't you just, I don't know, stay a guy as much as possible during it?"

Ranma curled her lips and stuck out her tongue in irritation, "That's what I asked first thing. The magic of the curse aint, like, givin' me a new body every time. It's just flippin' me back an' forth between bein' a guy and bein' a girl like I'd been one the whole time. I can stop the period with hot water, but the second I flip back to girl-mode the period picks up right where it left off. Now I gotta wear either panties or briefs no matter what 'cause boxers sure as hell don't hold a pad."

Akane paled slightly, "Oh, um, are you...? Is it...?"

Ranma shrugged, "Nah, that was last week and was short 'cause I guess it was my body's first time an' all. But it was two days and tryin' to hide that your pad's slipping fucking sucks, let me tell you."

Akane turned as scarlet as her name for a bit as she imagined being in a similar situation. Frantically trying to drown out her scattered thoughts, she asked, "So when should I think of you as a boy?"

Ranma shrugged again, "Any time I am one, I guess. Xian and Ryoga've been tellin' me to use hot or cold water whenever I'm feelin' more 'boy' or 'girl.' That's why I got the water in there," she pointed to the house, "When I was feelin' like I needed to cry. I just...don't feel much like a boy, so I changed."

"Huh...I guess you're kind of lucky like that."

The smaller girl's face scrunched in confusion, "What are you talking about? It's a curse!"

Akane held up a hand placatingly, "Yes, and it's awful that it happened to anyone, but there've been times I kinda wished I could turn into a boy to take on the horde. Not really any other time, but if I could just once take 'em on as a man I bet they'd think twice about trying again the next day."

Ranma's smile was strained but sympathetic, "I guess I can see that."

"So do you...I guess... 'switch' mentally, too?"

Ranma shook her head, but then seemed to think about it and tentatively bobbed her head in a single nod, "I didn't think I did at first, but lately if someone says 'he' or 'him' about me when I'm in girl-mode, I start lookin' around for who they're talkin' about. And a few days ago I had a cop tryin' to look me up...long story, but we'd had more'n a few times the cops tried t'put me in jail 'cause my pops used my name for his bullshit, an' I was just...tired of it and already in girl mode, so I made up the name 'Ranko,' kinda on the spot, and yesterday I was in girl-mode and Ryoga said my name...er, she said 'Ranma' three times before I realized she was talkin' to me 'cause I just kinda started thinkin' of my girl-mode as 'Ranko.'"

They were quiet for a bit, the sound of the rain muting the rest of the outside, making them feel like their entire world was just the dojo.

He...she has periods, wears a bra, thinks of herself as a girl... Akane could almost feel her worldview shifting around in her head, I mean, sure, sometimes he is a boy, but even as a boy he was treating me better than any of the boys at school...ESPECIALLY Kuno! She had no idea what this meant for her in the larger context of her life, but her family's school was all about learning and adapting and growing in spite of everything thrown at you and becoming better than everyone else because of what was thrown at you.

She came to a decision, though exactly what the conclusion was or the path to get there she couldn't say. Smiling warmly, she reached out and offered her hand to Ran...ko. "Well, then hello Ranko, I'm Akane. Would you like to be friends?"

Akane didn't really understand the phrase 'lighting up the room with a smile' until that moment when Ranma practically glowed in response to Akane's offer.

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[poisonsage808]

ModernAU!Sandor Clegane x Reader (III)

trigger warnings: references to sex, drinking, swearing, gregor and gregor involved trauma, mentions of car crash, mentions of therapy, angst

• Sandor asks if you have allergies just to be extra sure you don’t die on his watch

• You may or may not be joking when you tell him sesame seeds because you send laughing emojis afterwards

• He’s not risking it, the seasoning is sealed into a plastic bag and put in the very back of the highest shelf of his kitchen

• Ends up glad he did, you’re very allergic to sesame seeds you just find the story behind it hilarious

• “I’m eating pasta and suddenly- hives! Mytongue was so swollen I couldn’t talk. The doctor does like three blood tests and can’t figure it out. Mom’s livid, she leaves and comes back with every ingredient for her pasta and has me eat it. Everyone was freaking out the whole time, my dad kept saying ‘who in the seven hell's allergic to that?’. I eat that tiny seed and blow up like a balloon again. When we got home I looked at my dad and said ‘who the fuck’s allergic to sesame seeds?’. First time ever he let me swear.”

• Sandor actually finds the story entertaining but he goes home and decides to throw out the seeds. Just to be extra, extra safe.

• It’s really cute how nervous you both are over the fact it’s a “date” and not a “hangout”. An actual for real life date!

• You’ve had exactly two serious partners before but something or the other led to a breakup. Then there wasn’t much time for dating in college, the one person you were into then didn’t want more from you than to “scratch an itch”

• Which is more what Sandor’s used to. One night stands, “friends” with benefits (benefits part was accurate at least) was his comfort zone but Sandor’s been on dates before! He can count them on one hand but hey, it’s more than he ever expected to receive

• You have a cheek hurting smile on your face when he opens the door and one reusable bag in each hand. Sandor steps back to let you inside, closing the door afterwards and following you into the kitchen.

• “Tell me ya didn’t carry all that with you on the bus.”

• (He’s offered to drive you around if he was able. He really hates knowing you rely on the bus at night, especially when you joke that you’re 99% confident you’re sitting next to a murderer. It’s the only time he doesn’t appreciate those jokes)

• “I didn’t,” You reassure him while placing the bags on the counter, “My roommate dropped me off.”

• Sandor grunts and steps directly behind you, his chest almost brushing against your back, so he can peer into the bags you’re unpacking. He can clearly see the red dusting your cheeks but doesn’t comment on it, which you’re grateful for. On his counter is two six packs of beer, a northern brand you’ve seen him drink before as well as a bottle of fruity, southern wine.

“You tryin’ to get me drunk?”

You scoff out a laugh, “Please, this isn’t even enough to get you tipsy.”

Finally you start to pull out a neatly wrapped box with a bow on top, shiny blue and greens.

“What’s this?” Sandor reaches for it and barks out in surprise when you smack his hand away.

“Your present— don’t you dare open it until I say so!” You demand while pointing a finger at him.

Now, Sandor didn’t like being told what to do… but he really liked when you were bold like that around him... so he rolls his eyes and surrenders his hands while he stalks further into the kitchen

• He lived in a single story house. Three closed doors, the one that was open was obviously a bathroom. The living room was adjacent to the kitchen, a black leather couch sat across from a fair sized tv. There was no dining table but the countertop had two barstools on the other side

• It was clean and very Sandor but very.. spacious. Empty. There were hardly any pictures or personal touches and that made your heart ache for inexplicable reasons

• The kitchen seems the most used out of everything else you’ve seen so you slink over to Sandor’s side.

• On the stove is a large pot that steams as he stirs its containments. Soup from what you can see, it’s colorful and smells amazing! You tell him so

• You occupy Sandor’s right side, he immediately knows that expression on your face means you want to ask him a question,

“Get no more than ten, make ‘em count.”

“How long have you been cooking?”

He hums, glancing at you then the clock on the oven, “An hour? Maybe.”

Your smile returns with a small giggle, “I meant, like, over your whole life.”

Sandor gives you a look that makes you feel smaller than you already are next to him, “No ya didn’t.”

You giggle and feign innocence. It doesn’t work so with a roll of your eyes and always that grin you admit, “No, I didn’t, but now I’m curious.”

“Always been good at it. Father said it was women’s work but,” The man talks as he carefully maneuvers around you, pulling open a drawer you stood in front of and plucking a metal spoon from it, “At the academy, there’s no women to cook. The boys take turns making meals.”

• (Sandor mentioned this before, the military academy he lived in from 14-18 years old, however it was the first time he’s ever brought up his father. He had to have one of course but sometimes you wondered if Sandor Clegane just appeared one day, he’s literally not once brought up his family!)

• You want to ask more but the minute you open your mouth, Sandor holds a spoonful of soup in front of your face. His palm hovers under your chin, to catch any drops but you’re painfully aware how he’s deliberately not touching you

“S’not poison,” He smirks, “Taste it.”

• You hate the way your knees go weak. Quickly you accept the sample and invite yourself to sit on the counter as he moves away

“Too spicy? Yer face is pretty red, killer.” Sandor chuckles and it makes your blush worsen.

• When you get control of yourself, you do tell him that it tastes amazing. He reaches over the counter with ease placing two full bowls beside each other then soon after a loaf of bread joins them

“Y’know it’s cheating if you bought the bread.”

Sandor sounds equally smug, “Didn’t cheat then.”

• He made bread. For you. Do you know how long it takes to do that!? Sandor Clegane baked bread for your date!

• You take pictures of the food before digging in. Sandor gives you a funny look about it and says, “Gettin’ that proof of your last meal, killer?”

Your grin widens at the nickname, “Hate to disappoint, but it looks really good and I wanted a picture— thank you, by the way.”

He shrugs like it wasn’t a big deal, “I take it you’re not a cook.”

“I’ll have you know I’m a pro at turning on my oven! Wait, that sounded dirty…” Sandor chuckles and shakes his head, “I just don’t have the time so I usually eat at work. Free bagels for breakfast and I’m at a job site with Dan, he caters for whoever’s there.”

“If you wanna keep that cafe job, y’might wanna stop stealin’,” He chides with a smirk, “Your boss already has it out for you.”

You laugh and cover your mouth to hide the fact you almost choked on the soup he made, “He won’t fire me, he probably won’t even let me quit! I’ll be chained up in the back and only let out to work morning shifts, slipping you notes to rescue me.”

Sandor snorts as he stands up and moves into the kitchen to get seconds and a drink. While on the other side of the counter, he opens the wine you brought but only pours one glass, setting it in front of you.

You exaggerate a gasp and cover your mouth to feign shock, “How the tables have turned!”

“Oh shut it.” He rolls his eyes and turns to his fridge so you can’t see his smirk.

• Sandor finds himself time and time again relieved that you understand his personality. There’s moments where his bark borderlines on an actual growl but you haven’t been deterred. Not yet anyways. It’s.. an odd but a welcome change.. kind of like you

• Dishes in the sink, two glasses of wine and four beers later, your questions have surpassed the limit of ten. Sandor unintentionally turned it into a drinking game, claiming it was the only way to tolerate your curiosity. It’s drink or answer and as suspected he’s much more sober than you at this point. You’re holding your alcohol well, calling yourself an open book and nibbling on bread to keep up.

You sat on opposite ends of his couch. You on the right, crossed legged, holding the cup with two hands to be extra cautious while Sandor leaned back in his spot, one long arm draped along the back of the couch and his other hand occupied by a full beer can.

Suddenly you gasp, “Lemme see an old picture of you!”

“That’s not a question,” Sandor muses, “and no.”

“Can I see one? Look, I’ll find one of me and it’ll be a fair trade!”

He wants to say no. He could say no. He’s never had trouble saying the fucking word before! Sandor hadn’t willingly taken a picture in years, the most recent one he had was taken at the DMV because it was mandatory. He knows you wouldn’t battle him or whine if he flat out declined but he doesn’t know why he can’t

“I’d.. have to look.” He scratches the scruff of his beard.

You had your phone out, scrolling deep through your camera roll when you noticed the energy in the room shift. You made him uncomfortable. Your grin faltered but you were determined to save the moment, dropping your phone to the space between you and waving your hand around. “Wait, I wanna change my question! What did you wanna be when you were younger?”

Sandor grimaces and takes a swig from the bottle he held. Another sore subject, nice going genius. Fuck. You chew the inside of your cheeks trying to think of how to fix this but Sandor interrupts your thoughts,

“Y’know, ya ask me a million questions a day and not once have you asked me about it.”

You don’t need elaboration to know he’s talking about his scar. Your brows pinch together and any traces of a smile officially disappear, “I figured you’d tell me if you wanted to.”

“‘n if I never wanted to?” His tone is bitter but not angry, “We’d just go on pretending it wasn’t there?”

You tap a finger against the glass before reaching for your phone, “I guess.. I kinda know what it feels like,” it takes less than a second to find the photo you were searching for and you hand it over to Sandor, “When people see you and make assumptions.”

He frowns at your reply but takes your phone and looks down at the picture you wanted him to see. The only familiar face is you, holding the handles of a wheelchair directly in front of you and sitting in it is a man.

“That’s my dad,” You point out. Sandor assumes and the woman standing to your right must be your mother, “I won’t pretend it’s the same at all but everyone would look at us like.. oh, poor (Y/L/N)’s. It.. sucked and I wasn’t even the one..” You sigh deeply and struggle to meet his eyes, “It sucked and I didn’t want to make you feel that way. I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying to pretend your scar wasn’t there. I was hoping you would tell me if you ever decided to, I wanted to know you on your terms.”

You purse your lips to the side when Sandor hands your phone back to you. He breaks the silence by standing, “Wait here.” he commands softly. Something about his voice made you wonder if he thought you would leave.

Sandor takes his time in his room debating if he really wants to go through with this as he reaches into a tightly sealed plastic box. The night sure as hell couldn’t get any worse, why the fuck not he decides. So the man returns with a picture frame and offers it to you hesitantly, still standing. Young Sandor Clegane, 16 if you had to guess, in a perfectly pressed uniform and side cap, standing with his hands behind his back. The oldest in the picture, you assume is his dad, is on his left with a girl in a pale yellow dress. She’s the only one that's smiling, it’s weak but there. On Sandor’s right with a hand clasped on his shoulder is a man taller than everyone else.

He watches the way the corner of your lip quirks up as you study the picture. Sandor sits in the middle of the couch, still giving you a fair amount of space between you, and ghosts a finger above each person in the picture.

“My sister ‘n our father,” He hovers his index over the largest man and the name that comes is uttered with such hatred it freezes your blood, “That’s Gregor.”

From his other hand Sandor surrenders a faded polaroid, tinged with orange. The faces in it aren’t clear but you can make out the same people from above, this time everyone’s younger and a woman stands beside his father.

“Is that your mom?” You ask with a widening grin, “You look just like her.”

“Aye, that’s what everyone else said too. Gregor and Eleanor took after our father.”

Each blink you look between the pictures and your smile fades. In the older one, Sandor has no scar and a mother and in the other is the opposite.

“Mum knew somethin’ wasn’t right with him.” He sighs, “She tried tellin’ father but he wouldn’t listen, tried to take me and Eleanor one night but he stopped her. She left anyways.”

“I was six. I wanted to be a firefighter then, like Gregor did. He said we couldn’t both be.. said I didn’t have what it takes. One night Gregor waited ‘till our father and sister went to sleep, woke me up ‘n brought me into the yard. He lit a fire and just.. watched me try to put it out. When I realized I couldn’t, I went to get father and he grabbed me. Pushed me down and held my face in the fire ‘till father heard me screamin’.”

You stack the pictures over each other and slowly lean your head on Sandor’s shoulder. He turns his head slightly, looking down at you and somehow finds it easier to continue talking, “Father put it out and took me to the hospital. Told everyone I was playin’ with matches, started the fire got what I deserved. I hated my mum for leavin’ when she did but I took the first chance I got to do the same.”

You hear him tapping on the picture frame before your eyes fall to his hand, “This was the last time I saw my sister. Eleanor went missin’ then father died and left everything to Gregor... Just him and I now.”

“Sandor...” Your voice was so… soft and hesitant.

Anxious he’s heard you, irritated, flirtatious but gentle? Never before has Sandor Clegane felt the way he did when he felt your body shift beside him. Hovering over his lap now, you wrapped your arms around his neck and held onto him. He can feel his heart pounding in his chest and ringing in his ears, the lump in his throat that threatens to choke him and the unfamiliar sting in his eyes that he hasn’t felt in… Gods, when was the last time he cried?

“I’m so sorry they didn’t protect you, Sandor.” You whispered, chin on his shoulder.

Sandor’s breath hitches. He doesn’t know what to say or do but he doesn’t want you to go so he rests a hand on your back, “‘s fine.”

“It’s not but I know you’re only saying that ‘cause you’re done talking about it.”

You’ve been hanging around him too much if you know that. It’s uncomfortable talking about his past, his family and suddenly he feels immensely guilty for dumping it all onto you.

“Crappy first date, huh?”

“Shut up.” But your arms tighten around him and he can hear the weak smile in your voice.

Slowly yet all too soon you pull away to sit back on the couch, only this time with your thighs touching Sandor’s.

“Thank you for telling me. Have you told anyone else about that?” You ask carefully, unsure of how much more he would allow you to pry.

“My shrink,” he admits with another nervous scritch at his beard.

“Oh, that’s great—!” You slap a hand over your mouth, “Sorry, I just meant it’s great you have a therapist. Y’know because a lot of… I had one! I-I’ll just stop talking.”

Sandor eases your tension with a playful eye roll, “Don’t start now, I just got used to your yappin’.”

There’s an awkward but light chuckle shared between the two of you. Slowly you rest your head back against Sandor’s arm, “It’s not a crappy date, by the way. Well? I don’t think so. We never did small talk, it’s about time we told each other our tragic backstories.”

The man hums before lifting his arm to tuck you into his side, silently elated when you fold your legs under your butt and turn your body to lay your head on his chest, “Your turn then?”

“Mine is a lot shorter, it happened when I was still in highschool. Dad told me for weeks to take my car into the shop and I didn’t. It’s stupid looking back, I wish I listened and just did it the first time. Anyways, we argued, finally I said I’d go but he took the keys and said he'd do it himself.. and the brakes gave out on the way. A truck hit him and totaled the car. Mom and I waited in the hospital for hours until he was out of surgery. The doctor said he wouldn’t walk again and I, ugh, I vomited. The whole way up to see dad I was so sure he would say it’s all my fault, or I told you so… He said he was so glad it wasn’t me.”

You didn’t realize you’d been picking at your nails until Sandor’s spare hand came to stop it, gently engulfing your fingers into the warmth of his palm.

“Now you’re scared to drive.”

“Now I’m scared to drive. The whole thing fucked me up. I had a therapist too for a couple years but when I moved here I felt fine enough to stop calling.”

Sandor scoffs out a laugh, “Isn’t that their job to tell ya if you’re fine or not?”

Luckily you’re unphased by his possible insensitivity but do feign annoyance, “I see your point but I got a bunch of tools and exercises for my anxiety, I dealt with my guilt, I just don’t wanna drive. Plus, it’s not like I can never go back or change my mind.” Your eyes dart to where Sandor holds both your hands in one of his, “What about you?”

He shrugs, “I’ll quit when he tells me I’m cured.”

The giggle that bubbles from you is tired but genuine. Isn’t it funny how drained someone can get just from talking?

Sandor smiles though you can’t see, “Alright, killer. Can we get back to your game now?”

“You mean you still want to play after I just ruined our date with it? I thought you would’ve kicked me out by now.”

“Didn’t ruin it,” he squeezes your hands reassuringly.

• After that hiccup, the tension in the air evaporated as your night together went on. Cuddled up on Sandor’s couch, conversation flowed as naturally as it did between you two, what with you doing most of the chatting or asking questions. Occasionally there was a choppy tangent of another intimate detail from one of you but nothing quite as heavy as before

• Odd, Sandor kept thinking to himself. Odd but not so uncomfortable that he wished the couch would swallow him whole so he could get away from the topic. Not just yet was it a welcomed change but he’ll admit it was easier than it ever has been. Still he was careful not to overshare

• Around 9pm your roommate texted and said they were on the way to pick you up. Sandor helped you gather your things and swore for a second time that he wouldn’t open the gift you brought him. He walked you to the door when you spun on your heel to stop him from opening it. He knew that damn expression so well, he groans while you grin like a madman.

“Last question, I promise! What are my odds of getting a second date?”

“Depends… Do ya count a work party as a date?”

You grin, knowing exactly where this is going, “Absolutely I do. Especially if it involves softball and especially, especially if we’re on opposite teams.”

♡ [I], [II], [III]

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[ask-ultimate-fashionista]

She couldn't breathe, she honestly could not breathe in between the laughing fit she was having. It was so bad that tears started to whelm in her eyes as she keeled over and her already thick accent making her words damn near unintelligible even to her own brother.

"Ya' mean' to tell me'... 'Tat Mr. Big Bad I-Can-Go-Wher'ver-I-want-cuz-I'm-a-big-boi" Baker fucked up so bad talkin' to a pretty one, uh? 'Tat 'e needed to call 'is lil' sista, to bail 'im out?"

When the young cellist refused to give her an answer, when his face was steaming with a bright red, she just laughed harder.

"Andrew... Ahhh.. My nutter brotha.. Was 'e 'tat cute? Like did ya' even get 'is numba or sometin'? Ya' know whot? What did ya' even say, mate? Like 'ow did ya' fuck up so badly?"

"I got his fuckin' number, you ass! I just.. Slipped up! I almost said sometin' I shouldn't 'ave."

"Yea yea yea. 'Slipped Up'." She snickered, holding up her fingers in quotations. She still couldn't believe him. Knowing her brother, it probably wasn't even that big of a deal. Always blowing things out of proportion. But still, he asked and she shall deliver. At least she got a good laugh out of it.

"I getcha I getcha.. Well. I guess don't make a bigga' fool of yaself in front of 'im or anyone else. Ya'know I gotta go to school 'ere too, now. I'm tryin' to make friends so don't make me dodge ya in the streets."

"Yeah yeah.." Andrew sighed. He wasn't trying to think about it too much but it was a sudden leave.. He hoped Taka didn't think that he hated him or anything. Man..

"Thanks for the save, Quin."

"Whateva!"