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kombuuuu · 10 months

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Omg I just saw that u write for atsv!! So I was wondering if u could do one with a female reader x hobie where the readers quite reserved to everyone in public (maybe she’d been a spidey longer so she’s lost more people? Idk why she’d be reserved bc I cannot write for shot lmao) and people think she’s super cold but then they like?? Walk in, and she’s like open and warm with Hobie (it doesn’t matter if she’s loud or not) and they kinda just look at the scene in shock like wtf and Pav is sort of smug bc he knew all along and then it comes out that they’re dating?

It Sounds Nice coming from You.

Hobie Brown x Fem!Spidey Reader

“I totally called it.” “Don’t even speak, Pavitr.”

kisses him cause he my bf (-compulsive liar)

People whispered about you. Spider people and the general public alike. Your city spreading gossip, rumours and misinformation to try and figure out who you were, but that was a Spiderwoman affair, every one of them dealt with it.

But having people same as you talk in hushed tones, glancing at you as you walked past. That’s a new kind of feeling.

The Spider Society didn’t exactly favour you, per se. There was nothing inherently wrong with you either, so no reason to get rid of you. But you were just so silent. No one knew a thing about you.

You mostly kept to yourself around base, never really trying too hard to make friends, you were well known enough not to be questioned. A loyal fighter was what you were recognised for, not your personality, your abilities.

There were still some people that managed to creep their way in though, their hearts so full of love, you didn’t know how to refuse them.

So you conceded. You let them in, and begged to any deity that would listen not to take them from you.

—

Hobie knew you as someone who could listen. Who understood him rather than challenged his beliefs. Not that he had any, but that was the point.

Your lack of input made him feel accepted in going on tangents of why he thought the way he did. And you just sat, and listened. A kind heart and an open mind.

Which eventually led to him falling for that kind heart. Tripping over his own feet to please your silent self. To get those small smiles or amused huffs out of you.

The occasional time you spoke to him, under hushed breaths and fond tones. God, he couldn’t take it.

The way your accent forms over each and every word, how your voice was akin to honey malt, sweet and addicting. Only giving him small doses, but he was the only one who got those doses. Only him, and you, and the words you spoke or times you listened.

He knows that people thought you were cold, or unloving. And maybe you were at first, maybe he thought you were. But he figured you out fast. Where you couldn’t talk, you could touch. Brushing your hands over his arm to get his attention. Linking your hand through his and dragging him away from people you don’t want to be near, he would smile down at you and follow along like a lost puppy. How your brows would crease a certain way, or nose would scrunch a little when you found distaste in things. He was a fool for you.

Where you lacked in verbal communication, you strived in every other category. So when some Spider-people decided to come to him, urging him for answers about you.

Telling him that he wasn’t sure you even wanted to be here—, Hobie would shut down the conversation quicker than thought to be possible. Giving a simple “She’s just quiet.”, and ditching the moment the words are out of his mouth.

It’d worked—, for a while. Ignoring the demeaning or conspiratorial comments made about you by spider-people a-kind. But eventually it got the better of him. Having him borderline snarl at the people who would talk shit right in front of his, or your, face.

“She’s silent, ain’t she?”

“Yeah. Peter 48 said she was like that ‘cause she killed her parents, made ‘er real quiet.”

“Jesus christ. Wouldn’t surprise me, she’s a freak.”

“Dude—“ One of the two spiders, the first one, turned to Hobie. Spider-senses ringing. Hobie stated back at them, deadpan and unblinking. “Don’t.”

The younger spider paled, quickly trying to backtrack.

“Hey— Hobie. I— Didn’t mean it. Was just repeating what I heard, ykno—“

“Cut it, mate.”

He squeaked, head tilting down in respect, the other spider following.

“Stop spreading shit rumours like ‘at. It ain’t fun when you’re the subject. ‘S it?”

“No.”

“Mm.”

Hobie walked past them smoothly, brushing shoulders with the kid just to scare him a little more. When he was far enough away, he heard them start to whisper to one another. “Fuck man, that was close. He could tell Miguel, and then we’d be out.”

“Jesus..”

He felt rather accomplished that day.

—

It was days later where you were brought up around him again. He’d been texting you, the upper half of his body hanging from Miguel’s platform, his wicks shifting every time he moved.

Miguel and Lyla were talking amongst themselves, clicking through holograms and sorting things out for potential anomalies.

Jess, Pavitr and Gwen had walked into the room chatting, Pav and Gwen expressing their excitement rather loudly.

He glanced up at them from his phone, you were still typing.

immm gonna b homein ten just be patient >:(

I’m patient 🦑

u werent 2 seconds ago

I don’t subscribe to consistency.

Or this slandering talk

ur consistently lame

also why squid

I’m never lame. Also, he’s cute

hes not real

Don’t do this me

reeeeeal tasty tho

What is wrong with you.

numnnum crunchhhh crrcchhh numnum ( > _ <)

Inhumane.

mmmmmm yummyyyy

He can’t die, he’s immortal

The ‘Texting’ bubble popped up on his screen.

“Hey, Hobie!”

Pavitr was running up to him, looking from his lowered position below the elevated platform.

He slipped further down the platform, slumping slowly as he greeted Pavitr upside down.

“Pav, my guy!”

Pavitr bounced on the balls of his feet, smiling wide at his friend.

“What’chu doing up there?”

His eyes darted to Miguel and Lyla, ending their conversation.

Smirking, he whispered to Hobie, “With the grump.”

Hobie snickered, gaining a disapproving look from Jess.

“Textin’ [Name].”

Just then, the next message from you showed.

immortal ??? how consistent of him to live

He grinned, typing back quickly while Pavitr eyed him knowingly.

He’s a squid, he’s more fluid than anything

ihu

terrivle joke

No, you don’t

And it was great

wtvr >:P

Hobie grabbed the ledge of the platform and swung down, landing softly in front of Pavitr and pocketed his phone.

“Glad ya ‘ere. Those two can’t keep it quiet, aye?” He said, pointing back towards Lyla and Miguel.

“They do argue very often.”

“Nah, Lyla don’t argue, mate. Just the hardass.”

Pavitr snorted and Hobie softly punched his stomach in jest, earning one from Pav to the chest, and starting a round of playful punching. Pavitr laughed as Hobie brought him into a headlock, scrunching his fist over the shorter man’s hair and rubbing it in.

They let up when they heard Lyla teasing Miguel for something again, giggling to each other at his expense.

He threw an arm over his fluffy haired friend and leaned his weight on him. Pav smiled up at him once more, brighter now. Before he could speak, Gwen’s voice echoed through the barren room.

“Same reason as you, I’m guessing.”

Hobie turned his head towards her, dropping himself off Pav and standing up straight again. Smiling at her as she reached him, and went in to hug her briefly. When they disconnected, he spoke again.

“Yeah—, No clue then, mini-punk.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Neither big bad has said nothin’ to me yet.”

“Seriously, are we going to skip over that?”

“Maybe they’re waiting until [Name] is here!” Pavitr chimed in.

“What does mini-punk even mean!”

“Not exactly, Pavitr.”

Jess, who now was standing next to Miguel, spoke.

The trio turned to face the two elder spider-people.

“Huh?”

“We wanted to have a discussion with the three of you—.” Miguel put his hands on his hips, authority that Hobie only saw as a challenge emanating from his figure.

“—Away from [Name], she’s already been consulted.”

Hobies eyes narrowed, the atmosphere in the room suddenly shifting to something a lot less unfriendly, and a lot more cautious.

Jess caught wind of the younger man’s tense stature and shuffled forward a step, not unwilling to intervene.

“Nothing too bad, just—,” He paused for a moment, the dense light from the reflective floors making the contours of his face pop.

Hobie watched with batted breath, posture only slightly relaxing from the statement. The crease in his brows begging to be drawn, yet his pokerface was something to be beat.

“,—Addressing her.. lack of communication.”

A shiver raked down the brit’s body, physically restraining himself from chewing this man out with a rebuttal.

“Wha’ ‘bout it?”

His gruff voice was a stark indicator of his annoyance.

“Well, ignoring the rumours following her—,”

Hobie, the usually rather sensical man, was getting more agitated by the minute.

“,—We’ve noticed a certain independence that she holds. Something not many others do.”

The punk quirked a brow.

“So?” Gwen was the one to talk now.

“That doesn’t seem very serious, ‘f you ask me.” She laughed lightly, trying to lighten the mood. Something Pavitr seemed a tad scared to do. There was a lot of competition in the air right now, he wasn’t very competitive.

“Exactly, it’s not.”

Jess cut in, seeing how terribly Miguel started this conversation made her cringe.

“It’s not—, but,” She shook her head, hair falling prettily with every move. “,Her ‘independence’, has been more akin to ‘lack of teamwork’. In some cases.”

Gwen started to speak again, her eyebrows furrowed, just as Hobies now were. He was right about brewing with offence.

“So!—,” Jess cut her off before she could begin.

“So there’s no need for her to have distractions anymore. From now on, she will not be going on team missions. Just solo’s.”

“Wha—! You’re cutting her off?!”

“Gwen, it’s not like that.”

“Like hell it isnt! She’s a part of us!”

“Doesn’t this mean she’s going to be in more danger?” Pavitr spoke up, concerned.

“No— well, not unless—,”

“Unless!? You’ve gotta’ be kidding!” Gwen choked out.

“And what does ‘consulted’ mean! Did she agree to this?!—“

They continued to argue, Gwen and Pavitr advocating for your teamwork skills while Miguel and Jess had made up their mind.

“No communication,” He pinched the bridge of his nose “,Fuck off.” Hobie scoffed under his breath, turning to leave and storming out.

The voices of Miguel, Jess and his friends following him through the portal to you.

—

“You agreed to this?”

lIts not like they’re wrong, I just hold you all back.”

He huffed, exasperated. Not only were you putting yourself in danger, you were doing it alone. And letting some guy who has a borderline vendetta against teens be the call for it.

“Now, you know that’s not tr—“

His stern voice was cut off by the frown on your face quivering. A due sign of you nearing to cry.

“Oh, shit— C’mon dollface, c’mere.”

He sat down on your shared bed, scooting against the headboard and bringing you into his lap. A soothing hand ran over your back as you tried to reel in your embarrassment.

“I really didn’t mean to agree.”

Hobie sighed, pushing your head into his neck and watching how the rings adorning his fingers rose goosebumps in their path. “I know, sweet’eart.”

And he did know, the moment that it had been a meeting addressed solely with just Jess and Miguel, he knew that Peter had been excluded for a reason. That Miles had been sent after an anomaly as an unknowing distraction for Peter to chase after. He knew those two intimidated you. And the fear of parental disappointment was something they used on you—, young, sweet you. That only ever got hurt because she didn’t want her problems to hurt others, or herself.

You had opened up to him once. Told him what everyone twisted when they whispered sickening words. A story unlike the rumours crowding your reputation.

How no, you hadn’t killed your parents, or siblings, or whatever messed up thing people claimed of you.

You told him how you hadn’t been bitten yet. How, when your family was killed, you hadn’t had any powers. So you couldn’t save them. And it wasn’t even canon. Nothing could’ve stopped them from dying, but it didn’t have to happen. And that was the guilt that weighed on you. How no matter the hardships your parents put you through, a kid neglected of attention. You still would rather die a million times for them to live once.

And it’s all “would”, and never “can”.

Other spider-people don’t have to live with the fact their parents died for nothing. Was what you said. A messed up thought, no doubt. And one you felt guilty for. But the sole continuer of this sorrow-filled silence. Which has worked well enough to protect you so far, why is Hobie one to break that?

Because you love him, you guess.

His hands slid further down your back, resting on the curve of your waist in his lap.

His breathing soothed yours. The shuddering breaths you had been giving to stop your tears, also stopped.

“You wanna talk about your day instead, luv?”

“Yeah, thank you Hobie.”

“Love when you say my name, Babydoll. So pretty and sweet like that.”

Wrapping your hands around his lithe waist, you hummed. Beginning your recount of the day in the honeyed, reserved tone you’d always held.

—

Around half an hour had passed with Gwen arguing against Miguel before Peter showed up, Moles in tow.

“What’s all this about?” His slippers flopped when he walked and the baby carrier strapped to his chest shifted every time a sleeping MayDay squirmed to get comfortable.

“This—, This asshole!”

“Gwen.” Jess chastised her.

Gwen ignored it, pointing at Miguel accusingly. “—Kicked [Name] off the team!”

“Not kicked.”

“You said she wasn’t going with us anymore.”

Miles looked offended by the prospect. “Why?”

“She’s not kicked, she’s simply better off solo.”

“Oh, so it’s our fault then!”

“Gwendolyne.”

“All of you, stop.”

Peters voice ended the bickering, having learnt since fatherhood exactly how to use said voice. “We are not sending an 18 year old on solo mission against anomalies.”

“Since when did you have a say—“

“Miguel. You’re an idiot if you think i’m going to let that happen. That’s a kid.”

“She’s an adult.”

“When it’s convenient to you.”

Miguel pinched his nose bridge, growling under his breath. Jess spared a glance at him before wincing and backing down from the conversation.

“She doesn’t talk to people.”

“I’m sure she does, just not to you.” Gwen cut in.

“Yeah, her and Hobie talk a lot.” Miles prepped up on his toes. Pavitr smiled and hummed an agreement.

“Not that I’ve seen.”

Peter gave him another disapproving look. “Disregarding that. The fact you decided to not consult me on this decision is another reason that it’s not happening.”

“Consult? Like some council, please.” Miguel scoffed at him, rolling his eyes and turning to open a holographic tab.

“Yes, like some council. Someone’s gotta be the brains ‘round here.” The father joked, coddling MayDay as she cooed.

“I’m going to go inform [Name] the retraction of this decision.”

“Don’t you dare.”

“Oops too late, portals open.”

“Can I come with?” Miles jogged after Peter, hopping quickly through the portal, Peter, Gwen and Pavitr following. Not without Gwen flipping Miguel off as she went. “We’ll sort something out, she can go duos with Hobie.” Jess put a hand on his shoulder, watching as he stared off to where the portal had previously been with a sided expression before sighing.

“Yeah..”

“That went great.” Lyla dragged, popping up on Miguel’s shoulder.

“I’m a second away from shutting you off.”

The AI blew a raspberry at her companion, and disappeared.

—

He had went off on a tangent about some movie he saw, or song he’d heard. Hobie honestly couldn’t remember, he was too focused on you. The way your voice sounded, how open you were being with him when every now and then you would respond to him. The hearts in his eyes were probably from how heavy his own was beating. Staring at you like a sinner to a prophet.

You had moved down from his lap, now curled against his side, head leaning on his shoulder and hand resting on his chest. At some point, the movie you had been watching before Hobie showed up was unpaused, and serving as background noise for his quiet rambling.

Both of you pressed under a blanket to beat the cold, and the darkness outside your window being killed off by the lights strung across your room. He doesn’t think he’s ever felt this cozy, this utterly comfortable.

Sparks of colour strung out of nowhere, neither of them really seeing it at first, up until it spat out Miles. He stumbled forward a little and went to greet you before taking on the scene. You and Hobie cuddled up on a bed, blanket wrapped around you both, fire going, people singing. He was exaggerating the last parts, but it felt necessary for something so unexpected.

“Hey—, guys.” The awkward teen managed, before Peter walked through the portal with the other two in tow.

“Woah, no mean to interrupt.”

Peter put his hands up in surrender. Hobie snorted, it wasn’t like you were incapable of affection, It just seems he was the only one who got it.

“I totally called it.”

“Don’t even speak, Pavitr.”

He pouted, before giggling and waltzing over to sit next to the both of you. Flopping down on the bed and turning to watch the TV.

“Oh my god, I love this movie!”

“Favourite character?” You inquired. A collective raise of eyebrows was shown throughout the room.

Gwen shuffling over to sit down as well, a baffled look on her face.

“The horse.”

“Pff- Max?” Hobie snorted at Pav. Giving the still rather confused Miles - Peter duo a reassuring smile. And greeting Gwen with a fist bump, she smiled wearily at him before her smirk filled out and she punched his arm in congrats.

Pavitr nodded and laughed, gasping excitedly when the scene on the lake showed up. “Perfect timing.”

You glanced up at Hobie, Miles and Peter finding somewhere to sit as well, talking quietly amongst themselves.

He smiled at you, bringing you in closer while Pavitr sat smug.

The air of confusion slowly dissipated into something accepting, none but Pavitr had really expected you to be so.. Open. But they came to find they didn’t exactly mind it.

—

Everyone had left by now, the knowledge that you didn’t have to go on dangerous missions alone anymore leaving Hobie satisfied and you comforted.

“You doin’ right, babe?”

“Yeah, Hobes.”

You gripped his shirt a tad tighter and yawned, eyes drifting more shut as the minutes ticked down. “Wanna go t’ bed?”

“We’re in bed, dummy.”

He shot you a playful look.

“Don’ ge’ smart with me, young lady.”

You smiled at him before he made the decision to shuffle you both down in bed to get comfortable, switching off the lights by the outlet. He moved back to you, letting his whole body rest near yours, and letting you initiate any contact wanted.

A leg wrapped around his, and your arm still picking the fabric of his shirt.

“Sleep, sweethear’.”

“Mhmmph.”

Hobies breathe lulled you to sleep, white noise against your racing thoughts. He watched you fall, your trust in him to keep you safe was enough to make a man weak. He smiled, looking out your shared window at the city life below.

No crime, no anomaly or misshaped villain could possibly drag him away from you.

—

BAMBAMBAM 🦑‼️

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disneyprincemuke · 5 months

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not a gamer * fem!driver

lando manages to convince her to start streaming on twitch with him, leading her to influence others to join her

pairings: max verstappen x fem!driver, lando norris x fem!driver, oscar piastri x fem!driver, logan sargeant x fem!driver

warnings: butt load of stupidity

notes: initially, i was gonna write a fic solely about max because he was talking about fornite the other day... but i thought how funny would it be if it were to be with some of the guys so here i am

(series masterlist) | (📂 the rookie season)

"hello, everyone," she smiles, reaching forward to adjust the camera as she squints her eyes. "is this a good angle? let me know if it's flattering, okay? i can't not look good on twitch."

lando has managed to convince her to join him for a stream on twitch, insisting that she should start an account as well. she initially refused, claiming that she's not that well-liked to start an account and have a loyal following. even adding on the fact that she's not even a good gamer to begin with.

but lando said that it doesn't matter, and proved her wrong by setting up a poll on his previous stream just to get her to make an account. which, the effort was very endearing.

"you always look good," she squints, turning away the right where her other monitor sits. she scrunches her nose and turns to the camera to stare into it. "logan, how did you even know i was streaming tonight?"

she rolls her eyes when his reply rolls in, claiming that he follows her twitter where she announced it. "it's time for you to go out and do something else besides stalking me, logan," she scoffs jokingly with the roll of her eyes.

"okay, so this is my first twitch stream!" she beams, sitting up straighter as she grabs her mouse. "i'm just waiting for lando to finish setting up, so i'm afraid you guys are stuck with me alone for a couple of minutes. let's get to know each other, i might be doing this pretty often this winter break just to have a bit of a hobby.

"i wanna know what you guys want to see from me."

a comment immediately rolls in.

user1: i wanna see you play fortnite with lando and max

she grins sheepishly, dropping her head. "guys, i'm not much of a gamer. never have been so this is actually my first time-ish touching games in a long while. my longest experience was playing roblox with my younger brother when we were younger."

user2: how about oscar or logan playing some games?

she presses her lips together, thinking of ways she could be able to convince her best friends to join her for some online games. when, neither of them has really dabbled much in the hobby. "i'm sure logan will be pretty keen to try, but i'm not so sure about oscar. i'll try to convince him, though he's back in australia for the majority of the break, unfortunately. the timezone difference is absolutely insane."

logansargeant: guys, ask her what her hobbies are

"logan, get off my chat!"

logansargeant: im gonna expose you on twitter for cyberbullying

logansargeant: #endcyberbullying2023

user3: #justice4logan

user4: #justice4logan

user5: u should talk about taylor swift

“oh, my god! i should!” she squeals. “we should host a listen party when she releases reputation! how good was the 1989 vault tracks?”

user6: omg ur so right

user7: iion slaps

user8: slut! is my favourite i think

“1989 had the best vault tracks,” she nods, lips pressed together. “my favourite is ‘now that we don’t talk’ because i like calling my mom.”

blythe.yln: where is lando!!!

“guys, i don’t know. he texted me 5 minutes ago saying he was setting up his pc,” she grins into the camera. “hopefully he’s here soon.”

dalton.yln: i miss oscar

oscahpastry: i miss u too

“you’ve got phones, yeah?” she grins, “use it instead of flooding my chat.”

user1: yeah guys, some of us are trying to get her attention

user9: u guys get that enough

user10: leave some for us pls

user11: yeah y so selfish

she scoffs. "right, guys? can you believe these people?"

the discord sound makes her jump, lando's voice filling up her headphones. "yo, i'm sorry! i was looking for my keyboard."

"where'd you find it, lando?"

"under the bed. apparently, that's where i kept it the last time i streamed," lando laughs. "okay, let's start off with a little horror game? it's called phasmophobia."

"a scary game?" she looks at the camera. "why would i willingly play that?"

"lando, i'm gonna kill you!" she screeches, eyes closing as the creepy sounds from the game boost in her headphones. she peeks through her eye, watching the two hands on her screen before the screen goes foggy.

lando's laughter replaces the eerie sounds of the game, making her roll her eyes. "i told you to hide and close the door!”

“i didn’t know where the stupid door even was!” she screams back, slamming the table. “lando, i don’t wanna play this game anymore!”

“but it’s so fun!”

“lando!”

logansargeant: that was funny

logansargeant: lemme join u some time

user11: omg

user11: half the grid’s gonna be on twitch?

“yeah, i’m so nice, right?” she jokes. “i’m letting them explore different career options. influencer era or something, i believe.”

oscahpastry: i only created an account to annoy her :/

seb.v5: same

user12: no shot thats actually sebastian vettel

maxverstappen1: so we are all just here waiting for an invite from these two???

logansargeant: theyre gatekeeping the stream from us :(

maxverstappen1: i wanna play fortnite

seb.v5: wait i know that game

maxverstappen1: let me join or i’ll report your account

“that’s not very nice, max,” she frowns. she looks away for a second. “lando, max says he’ll report my account if we don’t invite him to play fortnite.”

“oh, let him report you. just make another account, mate!” lando laughs. “ask him to join us phasmophobia! it’s so fun seeing you scream.”

she turns to the camera with a lopsided grin. “chat, tell lando you don’t wanna see me scream in phasmo anymore please. i’m sick of this game, i’ve got no idea what i’m doing, and i haven’t guessed the ghost correctly this entire time.”

logansargeant: keep playing phasmophobia u pussy

oscahpastry: yeah pussy

user5: its v entertaining icl

maxverstappen1: but phasmophobia costs money

“costs money?” she repeats, confusion on her face. “max? do you need financial aid?”

user10: isnt max a millionaire??????

user13: bro is complaining about a game that barely costs anything while getting paid millions a year 💀

oscahpastry: that’s wild ngl

maxverstappen1: wow i just got cyberbullied.

maxverstappen1: i’ll go get it now damn.

she sighs. “guess we’re continuing with this stupid game.”

“lando, where am i going?” max shouts, her character watching max’s go around in circles, flickering the flashlight on and off. “what am i even supposed to do?”

teaching one person how to play a complicated game like phasmophobia is easy. teaching two, however, is absolutely absurd. lando doesn’t know how much more of this he can take.

“lando, there’s something written in the book!” she cheers, crouching her character down. she leans into her monitor as she tries to make out what it says. “bitch, it says run!”

she quickly gets up and walks out. “don’t have to tell me twice.”

“run where?” max shouts, his character still running in circles. “(y/n), where are you? escort me out.”

“guys, just stay inside the house and help me out!” lando whines, his character flickering the flashlight at max’s. “turn around, max. i’m here with you.”

“i’m going to the van.”

“no, you’re not! come here and camp the ghost with us!”

“absolutely not! i’m so scared shitless!”

“we should’ve just played fortnite, you know.”

“guys, please! you just have to hold the equipment for me.”

“oh, my god! oh, my god! the front door is locked!” she screams. “the front door is locked!”

logansargeant: lol dsurv

oscahpastry: not so tough now (y/n)

user8: LMFAO THAT GHOST IS HUNTIN

user14: dude the chaos is insane

user15: i need her to stream everyday actually

user16: she’s gonna be an influencer i can feel it in my bones

user17: u guys should try valorant

oscahpastry: i’d join if they play valorant

user4: omg thats crazy

user18: i kinda want to see it

user19: max playing valorant? the rage that man would feel

“lando, i’m dead again!” she screeches, slamming her mouse down into her desk. “we should’ve just played fortnite.”

logansargeant: ur issues with the door are hilarious

user4: i’ll be thinking about your inability to hide in a room for days

oscahpastry: evidence that u wouldnt survive a horror movie at all

seb.v5: maybe you should stick to sitting there and looking pretty

user20: OMG SEB CALLED HER PRETTYYYYY

user21: are we all so shocked?

user22: yeah, he looks at that girl like she aligns the stars in the sky on a race weekend

user23: him during her podium celebration cured my depression (real)

logansargeant: girl why r u just stalking lando as a ghost

“lando,” she whispers. “i saw the ghost in the corner for the room.”

“what?” max asks, voice trembling slightly. “what corner?”

“that corner.”

“what corner?”

“there. i’m pointing at it.”

“i can’t see you, stupid. you’re dead.”

“then that’s too bad.”

“i figured what type of ghost it is!” lando cheers. “follow me, max. let’s get out of this stupid house and play your stupid fortnite or something.”

“oh, how lovely! i saw (y/n)’s chat… something about valorant,” max mutters, following lando through the dark house. “i’ve seen that on tiktok and it looks kinda- lando, why’d you close the door?”

“i told you i saw the ghost lurking more than usual,” she mutters.

“i don’t even know what that means!” max shouts.

“i didn’t close the door, mate!” lando laughs. “go and hide in a room, max!”

“where? i don’t know where to go!” max screams, frantically running around in hopes of finding solace somewhere.

her character follows behind the entity in the game, clearly running around to find max. “oh, she’s coming for you, max! she’s angry!”

“i don’t know where to go!” max screams, his character running by the entryway in confusion. “lando, where do i go?”

“max, she’s coming! go in the closet!”

“what closet? oh, okay! i see it!”

“close the door, max!”

“what door- oh! okay!”

“did he live?”

“i think so. the ghost is lurking outside max’s door,” she grins into the camera, watching the entity walk back and forth outside the room max is in.

“don’t come out yet.”

“not even a chance, mate.”

“okay, she’s gone,” she sighs. “i’m gonna log out and create an account on fortnite.”

“we’re not gonna play valorant?”

“okay, chat, we’re waiting for oscar to finish the tutorial,” she smiles. “we should be in our first game in a couple of minutes.”

user24: bro ur tutorial was horrendous

user25: i love watching people be bad at valorant

user26: shes so real for that though

user27: she’d play sage for sure

seb.v5: i can’t believe you got oscar to join you

user28: and logan 🤨

user17: outrageous that i’ve been begging the grid to join lando’s streams and here she comes casually getting them to play silly games

user3: real

user28: everyone say thank you (y/n)

blythe.yln: i can’t believe u didnt ask me to join u

blythe.yln: i’m the best at valorant

blythe.yln: i’m better than dalton

user29: YES BLYTHE SPEAK YOUR TRUTH

“so, what do i do again, dalton?” lando asks softly. “what’s the ‘e’ button do?”

“puts up a wall,” the younger kid says. “and then it heals you too, but damages other people. even your teammates.”

“who’s this eminem looking bro?” max asks, giggling slightly. “frank ocean, i saw on tiktok.”

user30: my roman empire is blythe being a pro valorant player but this is the first time her sister is trying the game

“well, i’m sorry for doing other things than playing valorant,” she jokes with a smile. “but, yes, guys! blythe plays valorant for a living which is exactly why we didn’t invite her to play.”

user31: blythe is a pro val player!!?!?!?

user31: since when??

blythe.yln: yeah guys follow my twitch, i’ll treat u better

“i’m going to ban you from my chat if you keep marketing, blythe,” she frowns, though a smile creeping up on her face. “where is dalton?”

blythe.yln: dalton is my valorant spawn… i taught him what he knows

user31: dalton to go pro in a couple years?

user32: omg that’s crazy

user1: the yln’s are gonna take over the valorant scene

user6: blythe getting a redbull gaming clutch would be to die for

“mate, dalton, what’s this girl in the yellow jacket do? she looks stylish,” oscar asks.

“she’s got a turret and grenades,” dalton answers simply.

“alright, how do i get her?”

“you gotta play the game.”

“oh, what? that’s so unfair.”

“yeah, i’m sure that sucks that you’ve got to play the game, oscar,” she says. “where is logan?”

“i’m sorry,” the sigh in logan’s sentence making her laugh. “i got stuck.”

“how?” oscar asks with a laugh. “they literally tell you what to do.”

“i couldn’t find the buttons they were asking me to press,” logan mumbles with a hint of disappointment.

“are you actually intellectually hindered, mate?” she cries with a laugh, covering her eyes. “do you not frequent a laptop?”

“not really, no.”

“it shows,” oscar adds on.

blythe.yln: he’s gonna be shit

user5: so real i can alr see it

user11: dude they’re gonna be screaming at each other soon

“let’s do a quick test game,” dalton mutters as logan’s in-game name pops up on the screen. “just a short game.”

“with real people?” lando asks in a small voice. “that can trash talk me?”

“just trash talk them back, mate,” max answers. “easy.”

“just find their ip address and hit them,” logan suggests. “that’s easier.”

“what?”

“don’t pretend like you wouldn’t do it too, (y/n)!” logan whines. “come on, let’s start!”

“how do i defuse the spike?” max screams, looking at the ground as he runs around. “where even is it?”

“your left,” dalton says. “keep walking.”

blythe is now sat next to her older sister, leg propped up in her seat as she watches the screen.

“okay, okay, go to the right and look right here,” blythe mutters, pointing at the screen. “and then aim right here,” she adjusts her sister’s mouse, “when you see somebody, shoot.”

“that’s not fair. (y/n)’s literally got a pro helping her with the game,” oscar complains.

“you’re dead. literally doesn’t matter if someone’s helping you or not,” logan states. “we suck, man.”

“okay, i figured out how to defuse the bomb,” max says softly. “what now?”

“learn to play better,” blythe says loud enough for the microphone to pick up her voice. “i’ll teach you guys.”

“thank you for tuning into my stream,” she grins with a clap. “i appreciate all of the support and teaching me how to play the games. and roasting me.”

logansargeant: bro we suck

seb.v5: should stick to racing and leave gaming to blythe and dalton

“i read each and every comment you guys sent in the chat and they’re all very endearing. except yours, seb,” she stares into the camera with a stern expression, “yours were just outright unnecessary and kinda mean.”

oscahpastry: start a podcast next

maxverstappen1: i wanna be first guest

user16: please stream regularly!!

user10: make oscar play lethal company or i’ll cry

oscahpastry: stop giving her ideas

user21: when r u streaming again

“i will try to stream in a couple of days, after my shoots and marketing stuff with the team,” she grins. “thank you for watching me scream for 4 hours. catch you guys soon. stay kind and stay safe.”

user2: i’ll miss you 🫶🏼

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libraryraccoon · 2 months

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OMG I SAW YOU WERE TAKING REQUESTS!!!! If you don’t mind, could I request Alastor, Vox, (Any other overlord or any character you’d like to add!) with a reader whose just as unhinged and crazy like Floyd from Twst!!! Please and thank you 🙏

Gender : GN

Pronouns : No pronouns really used ('They' one time')

Character(s) : Alastor, Vox, Lucifer

Info : Reader is tall (6'3), Reader like to bite in Lucifer' part, Reader is from the Mafia. I write this thinking of a before/pre relationship.

Message from Raccoon : I try to write a Floyd!reader, but I won't lie, it was hard and I probably failed- sorry.

Alastor

You met him at the time when he was killing overlords.

He went into an alley to find his next victim, when he saw you, in a bad mood, beating the overlord's skull against a wall.

When you noticed him, more specifically noticing his deer ears, you ran towards him, stopping in front of him before starting to stroke his ears…

He asked you to stop 3 times, did you do it ? No.

Although he didn't like it, he didn't do anything because he didn't want to end up like the other Overlord that you have killed.

On the other hand, he really almost killed you when you noticed his deer tail and touched it.

Even you don't know how you survived, not that you care..

He, over time, learned to manage your mood.

And your nickname that you give to everyone, his being Sharky because of his pointy teeth and his smile.

The best thing to get you back in a good mood was for him to let you touch his ears or let you participate in the usual chaos of the underworld.

He quickly learned to hide his deer tail from you. When you found out, you almost ended a third of hell if he hadn't stopped you.

The Overlords are afraid of you. It’s said, it’s a fact.

People always run 20km away when they see you and Alastor, or kill themselves.

It always makes you laugh.

When he left for 7 years, no demon knew how to manage your temper, so they entrusted it to the only person other than Alastor who knows how to manage them.. Husk.

Husk had to stay with you at all times because otherwise you would burn and kill any demon that you see, even the Overlords.

When Husk was teleported to the hotel and saw Alastor, his first reaction was to cry with joy, because yes, finally he can stop being with you everydays.

...Then he saw you weren't there.

"Shit."

“A bit vulgar my friend for a welcome.”

“Y/N isn’t here, they are alone.”

…

“Ah.”

That 'ah' said it all.

When Alastor and Husk saw you, a minute after that, you were at the hotel door, in a bad mood, with the hell behind you burning.

Alastor said nothing when you touched his deer ears and tail, preferring to focus on the well-being and survival of the hotel.

There was something Alastor did NOT miss, it was your 'hugs'.

More like your attempts to break his ribs if he's honest.

As much as he loves you, he prefers to keep his ribs intact. So STOP SQUEEZING HIM IN A WAY THAT BREAKS HIS RIBS-

It happens that you have moments where you are both together and calm, a rare thing.

The most often when this happened was when Alastor was reading while you were in bed, trying to sleep.

Ah, the bed, the only place where you are calm and tired.

Sometimes, when you couldn't sleep, you talked about what your life was like before, how your father was a Mafia boss and how you and your twin were part of it.

And Alastor didn't doubt about it, especially when you talked about your twin and how much you missed them.

These were Alastor's favorite moments.

Although he also liked when you made some sort of potions or poisons.. He never knew what you did exactly, but it kept you in a good mood without having to touch him or destroy hell.

Good thing.

Vox

You have heard a conversation between Husk and Angel Dust about what Valentino did to him.

You didn't like it.

And what do we do when we don't like something ?

We're destroying it !

Vox found you at the same time as Velvette and Valentino.

You were destroying Val's entire studio.

“WHERE IS THE ASSHOLE NAMED VALENTINO ?!”

Valentino has never been so afraid to say it was him.

Vox tried to calm you down, but he failed…

You broke half of his screen.

It started off very badly.

You left only 20 minutes later, when Angel Dust and Charlie put you back in a good mood by promising you that you could play with Alastor's deer tail, before taking you back to the hotel.

I'm not going to let go of Alastor and his fucking deer tail.

Valentino didn't go near Angel Dust for a month after he found out you destroyed everything just because he slapped him.

You didn't see Vox again until three days later, when you were in a good enough mood again to apologize.

You went there, alone, without anyone to accompany you or who knew where you were..

Worrying thing when you are supposed to be monitored 24/7.

You just thought to yourself, “How about I go squeeze electric eel as an apology.” and thought that was a good idea.

When he saw you, he almost gave in.

You didn't say anything, you just squeeze him super tight and called him "electric eel".

You almost broke his ribs in the 'hug' by the way.

And it lasted an hour, you released him because you were starting to get bored.

It was after that, that began a friendship that would soon become more.

Vox didn't have a way to put you in a good mood except squeezing him, letting you beat up Valentino, or letting you create chaos in Hell.

Did he use that to his advantage ? Of course !

Whenever you were in a bad mood, he took you to devils he didn't like/rivals and told you to destroy everything.

Which you were more than happy to do.

People, following this, avoided messing with Vox, afraid of the monster behind him.

The only one he can't do that to is Alastor.

You find him too interesting with his deer characteristics to even think about doing it.

Vox's favorite moment is when he either sees you protecting him,

It's something simple, but something he loves. Seeing you beat the shit out of a demon for touching him or looking the wrong way was always a sight for him.

He always fell more and more when you did it, especially when it was Val-

His other favorite time was when you were in a good mood and you couldn't stop talking about something you liked/something random.

Like this time you told him that you were part of the mafia when you were alive with your twin..

Wait-

"WHAT ?!"

Lucifer

The first time you saw him was during his visit to the hotel.

You ran towards him before jumping on him.

I'll let you imagine a 6'3 person jumping on a 5'3/5'4 person…

He swears he saw death at that moment.

You crushed him in your arms.

Yes, crush. There are no other words.

A minute of silence for his ribs which were almost broken here.

“It’s Y/N, a resident of the hotel. We’re 50% sure he’s not dangerous !” Charlie said, trying to get you to let go of his father.

50% seemed way too generous as you tightened your grip on him.

If it wasn't for Husk who manages, one way or another, to make him let go, Lucifer is convinced that some of his ribs would be broken.

Lucifer has since considered you dangerous. And your mood swings didn't help.

The first time he saw you go from a good mood to a bad mood, just because he refused to let you squeeze him to death, he was quite surprised but also he was a little scared.

"No." "> :(" *go destroy a part of hell.*

How Hell still exists is a mystery-

He finds your size imposing.

It's your personal armrest. You always lean on him, you know how some tall people put their arms on a short person's head and lean on them and act like everything is normal ? It's you and Lucifer.

Apart from how terrifying you are in a bad mood, in a good mood you get along pretty well.

You're both energetic little shits who like to play pranks and build ducks.

Yes, you build ducks with Lucifer when you're in a good mood.

Why ? Because it's one of the only things that keeps you busy and in a good mood without the need to create chaos or squeeze people to death.

One day you made a duck that looked like him and you say "Duck that look like duckling."

He may have cry of joy at that moment.

You call him Duckling and Sea Bunny.

Let me just- *headcanon that he let you bite his wings when you're in a bad mood*

When you told him about your past, it wouldn't surprise him.

He had meet many demons, including some from the mafia.

That you were part of a mafia that was controlled by you're father was therefore not so surprising, but can also explains your violent behavior.

Also, to prevent you from destroying hell, he discovered that taking you flying with him put you directly in a good mood.

It was not uncommon to see Lucifer flying through Hell while carrying you. Flying always puts you in a good mood, even in your worst mood.

How he fell for someone so unstable is a mystery still unsolved.

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cheonstapes · 7 months

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jjk men star in... 'IF YOU SEEK AMY' ( ˘ ɜ˘) ♬♪♫

a/n ~ i was listening to if you seek amy on repeat yesterday and was like omg what if i wrote abt that! music is my biggest inspo and i thought jjk guys would go best w this song~

summary; the men of jujutsu kaisen with a pretty, little, popstar.

wc; 1.2k+

pairings; various jjk men x fem!popstar!reader

cw; suggestive, descriptions of sex, oral sex, obsessive behaviour, reader getting harassed, hating, toji beats someone up for you💗, dirty gojo, NANAMIN!!!!, jjk men being supportive, reader is basically beyonce reincarnated, nawt proofread - been writing this all day

gojo as - the boyfriend

even if gojo was a hotshot sorcerer, constantly on the move, he always found time to admire his pretty little pop star girlfriend. front row tickets to all of your concerts, being the first one to buy your albums despite the fact that you always give him a copy way before it drops - he even had a hand in designing your merch, who knew your boyfriend was such a creative. he even has a fan account for you, with almost half a million followers, posting never before seen pics of you, cute ones of course - ones he’s taken of you. you don’t know about it, you don’t need to. you especially don’t need to know about his other account, the one where he writes the filthiest stories about you. graphic descriptions about how well he would fuck you, how beautiful your body would look underneath him, the angelic moans you’d let out when he’d touch your gorgeous pussy. they’re all true, though, he is your boyfriend after all. people can write all the stories about you they want, but none of them truly know your body as well as gojo does.

nanami as - the manager

your manager, nanami, was pissed. pacing around his large office, growling down his phone at the poor lawyer on the other end - occasionally glancing at you as you sat quietly on the plush sofa, legs crossed as you scrolled through your phone. you weren’t happy though, scrolling through comments on your most recent posts. hate from insecure people who had nothing better to do with their lives was bearable - but now you had stalkers? these creepy ass guys who were constantly harassing you, threatening you, it was scary to say the least. you heard him slam the phone done onto the table, breathing slightly laboured in the midst of his anger. “i’ve dealt with those fuckers, they won’t bother you again sweetheart.” you smiled, it always calms him down whenever he sees your pretty smile. walking over to him, you hold his face in your hands, slowly leaning in to press a kiss on his soft lips, a hand running sensually down his broad chest over his dress shirt. “you always work so hard for me, babe. i think you deserve some lovin’ right now. just relax, ok?” having your man as your manager definitely comes with some perks, doesn’t it.

toji as - the bodyguard

you loved attending events, getting to dress up with a team triple the size that you usually have was always such an experience. this time, the met gala was tomorrow and you couldn’t have been more excited. it was your third year in a row and each year your looks get better and better. this year, though? not even mystic meg could’ve predicted how utterly shit getting ready this year could’ve been. your dress, specially made for you by iris van herpen, was in ruins. they clearly didn’t do background checks on the people they had in your crew because he definitely wouldn’t have made it through in that case. a cute little intern, constantly singing praises of you, to your face at least. but he was plotting - coincidentally being placed in charge of taking care of your dress, and coincidentally blaming the heat gun for looking a little too much like a steamer. you were livid, and toji, your bodyguard, hated seeing you upset. he swore a zero tolerance policy for anyone who fucks with his little pop star, and that intern found out the hard way. you knew toji had some…unorthodox ways of dealing with things - not even phased when he comes back to you with dried blood staining his knuckles. only offering you a sexy grin and his arm, walking you back to the car to go pick up your new dress - “can’t wait to see what else they made ya princess, yer gonna be the most stunnin’ girl there.”

geto as - the husband

geto made it very clear how much he hated going to these shows. he was only there for you, ignoring all the interviewers unless you were right there beside him, rejecting people left and right cause can they not see the goddess clinging onto his arm? but he did have to admit, he was a little excited this time around. a lot, actually, but if you knew that - he’d be at every award show from here on out. you’d been nominated for a grammy, artist of the year, and he was so, so proud of you. he held your hand tightly as they read out the nominees, thumb running along your knuckles. you always bite your lip when you were nervous, leg slightly jittery too, he couldn’t lie and say he wasn’t nervous too. the announcer pulled out the card, pausing for dramatic effect, before reading out - “and the grammy goes to…y/n! congratulations!” geto’s eyes widen as screams erupted from the crowd, standing up as he smiles brightly at you, kissing you deeply. your celebrity friends congratulating you as you walked passed, making sure to drag geto on stage with you as you made your speech. he knew you would win, obviously, that’s why he was so prepared. booking the most extravagant restaurant he could find, choosing a private room for the two of you to dine alone - and so no one disturbed you both when he was showing you just how proud of you he really was.

choso as - the fan

choso loved his job. working at the bar where celebs came to get absolutely wasted, he had so much shit to talk about after work. but what he didn’t expect was to see his favourite singer, you, actually walk in that night. it wasn’t a secret that choso was quite literally obsessed with you, always asking if anyone saw you at the bar when he wasn’t working, and if they did - get him an autograph or even a little shout out video. he would listen to your music on the way to work, scrolling through your instagram and taking screenshots of pics that could be potential new wallpapers. he thought you were the most beautiful thing on earth, even saving himself just in case he ever got a chance to be with you for even one night. wishes surely do come true, he couldn’t even find it in him to respond as he stared at your glossy lips, you were asking to buy a drink but he was only thinking about leaning over to bar and kissing you until you couldn’t breathe. “d-drink? oh, sorry, n-no problem!” he made a mental note of your drink, making sure it was the best you’ve ever had. he paused as you pulled out your card, stammering as he waved his hands frantically. “wait! it’s-it’s on the house. i’m a…i really like your music, it’s the least i can do.” you couldn’t help but giggle, he was cute, very cute. you didn’t point out that you can see your face on his home screen, only leaning across the bar to get closer. “you’re too sweet, but please, let me do something for you in return. it’s the least i can do.” he looks dumbfounded, opening and closing his mouth before saying, “j-just an autograph and a picture would do, if that’s ok.”

he changed his wallpaper that same night, you on your knees slobbering over his virgin cock. he couldn’t wait to see you again, trailing a finger over the autograph you gave him, your number written right underneath. saving himself for you was so worth it.

-haha hehe haha ho

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urdrowning · 1 year

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could u do a fic with soft/smitten leah and her teammates making fun of her for it because she’s usually cold and not emotional or soft.

yes omg !! i love reading fluffy fics like this like these, i legit devour them. hope i can do it justice !!

obsessed / l. williamson

AN - this is a little short but i hope it’s good !! i’m tempted to start writing for some more people (namely ella toone, ona batlle, katie mccabe, keira walsh, georgia stanway and more.) so i’d love to get requests for them as well!! (or i might just write for them if inspiration strikes)

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leah is tough. she’s strong, she’s intimidating and she’s a force to be reckoned with. she doesn’t mind being seen as stern sometimes, she likes the intense and challenging aura she gives off. she captained a team of european champions, and she wants her opponents to know.

her teammates know that leah would never hurt a fly, no matter how much she denies it, they know she has a soft side to her. despite her ever-so-serious nature when it comes to the football pitch, she can never fight back a smile when she sees you. it’s something about you, it’s as if you are the key to unlocking this part of her.

leah is smitten, it’s clear as day.

everyone knows it. her teammates know it, her family knows it, even her managers know it. you have her wrapped around your finger.

no matter what it is, leah would do it for you. thirsty? stay there, leah will get you some water. tired of walking? leah’s got you in her arms, carrying you for the rest of the day. struggling to walk in heels? her shoes are yours now. sun in your eye? you best believe that leah is going to move the sun itself out of the sky for you.

the girls (featuring ruesha, our honorary teammate for the night) are gathered at beth’s house for movie night. leah convinced everyone to do a harry potter marathon together (fuck j.k rowling btw). everyone sits together in beth’s living room. beth and viv in their respective seats and the rest of the team scattered among the chairs, beanbags and floor. leah sits on the sofa, eager to watch the movie with a bowl of crisps on her lap. katie smirks as she spots an empty seat next to leah, deciding to tease her.

“oh, thanks lee.”

the irish woman takes the seat next to her. leah scowls at her, and carefully places the bowl of crisps on the floor before forcefully pushing katie off of the sofa and onto the ground.

“seat’s reserved, mccabe.”

as if on cue, you come bounding in through the door with two drinks in your hands and a grin so bright that it could rival the glow of the stars (or that’s what leah thinks anyway)

the minute her eyes are on you, a grin takes over her features as she pats the seat next to her, gesturing towards you. you hand her the spare drink in your hand as you take the seat next to her

“for you, grumpy!”

leah rolls her eyes playfully, fighting off a smile as she takes the drink off of you. a gasp can be heard from below the both of you, as a very offended irish woman lies on the ground in front of you both

“so she gets the seat and i don’t? you’re obsessed, lee.”

leah ignores her as she proceeds to subtly shuffle closer to you on the sofa, seeking your touch. you chuckle at her actions and move your hand to rest on her thigh, absentmindedly stroking it with your thumb. leah instantly relaxes at the contact and a contented look rests on her face. viv attempts to shush the rest of the team to start the film but goes unheard until beth yells out for her. the both of them start the film and the entire team settles to watch.

throughout the film, leah has gravitated even closer towards you, obsessed with the feeling of having you near her. about halfway through philosopher’s stone you start to yawn, and your head feels heavy. noticing this, leah taps you lightly and gestures to her shoulder. you smile at her as you mouth a quiet thank you before resting your head on her shoulder, melting into her side. leah maintains a calm smile as you do so, but you can hear how much her heartbeat has sped up and know that she is most likely jumping for joy internally. you place a light kiss on her neck and proceed to watch the movie. leah glances at you and then manages to make eye contact with jen, who had ‘accidentally’ watched the small gesture between the both of you. she mimes cracking a whip, insinuating that you have leah wrapped around your finger, and leah rolls her eyes at her, flipping her off.

soon after, the first movie ends and everyone decides to take a small break before the second movie. beth makes a joke about it being half-time, nobody laughs. you go to reach for your drink, only to find it’s empty. a hand wraps around yours, stealing the glass from you.

“i’ll go get us refills.”

leah kisses your cheek as she de-tangles herself from you and heads towards the kitchen. viv shakes her head in amusement as she looks at you.

“she would have hit me if i even asked her to get me a drink. i don’t know what you’ve done to her y/n.”

you laugh and shrug your shoulders, joking with viv as leah re-enters with your drink, passing it to you before slotting herself back into her seat next to you with a hand on your thigh. katie watches in disbelief before she turns to her own girlfriend

“ruesha, i’m thirsty.”

ruesha looks at her

“and that’s my problem because..?”

#woso x reader #leah williamson x reader #leah williamson #leah williamson imagine #leah williamson fanfic #woso community #woso imagine #woso fanfic #woso fanfics

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kuromochimi · 3 months

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omg okay i saw ur requests are open so… how would bl boys react if their spouse got pregnant? can u make it angsty if you can plz😝 i like hurting myself

• MINORS DNI • MINORS DNI • MINORS DNI •

oh this plot fits our career driven boys soooo much (reo’s is his gf since I didn’t notice the spouse part from the request while I was writing his part)

Content warnings: angst, talks of pregnancy and abortion, a bit ooc bc these boys are toxic here, characters are aged up! Not proof read

Mikage Reo

Standing in front of reo had never felt as anxiety inducing as it did right now. He was your safe space, someone you’d run to whenever you felt uneasy and for the most part, he never failed to give you the comfort you needed. He was gentle, patient, and reassuring. That was… until you handed him a positive pregnancy test. As shaken as you were, reo’s world was also spiraling as he stared at the two pink lines shown on the test. Positive. He got you pregnant and right as he was at his prime as a new football player.

“No” was all he mamaged to say. “No? Reo you- you can’t just say no” you were sobbing, thinking of how you’d have to stop your studies and how you were going to have tell your parents. “I just… yn I can’t handle a baby right now. And my parents. Fuck, my parents are-“ his hands in his hair, tugging lightly in frustration. You wanted to get mad at him and scream and push him but all you could manage to do was look at him in shock. How is he the same person who cuddled you every night and bought your flowers just because. The same person who had you in his future plans and promised to marry you as soon as you both had stable careers. Amidst reo’s sweet reputation in your heart and mind, you often forgot that he was also as career driven as he was in love. Reo had already disappointed his parents once when he chose to play sports instead of working at their family’s company. Now he’s made it to a place where they can at least commend him for his choice. He can’t risk another disappointment. His parents didn’t even know he had a girlfriend.

Finding out you were pregnant, your initial response was fear which later changed to calmness because you were so sure of reo. You were so sure that he wouldn’t leave you hanging. Maybe you shouldn’t have been so hopeful after all.

Itoshi Rin

Your relationship with rin isn’t what people think it is. Sure you were married. Sure lots of his fans adored you as well. But behind the scenes, the marriage was arranged by his parents. That said, rin was never hostile. The relationship was civil, it was peaceful even. He did his thing and you did yours.

Later on in the marriage, you both decided that since you guys were married anyway, it wouldn’t hurt to add a couple more benefits along with having each other’s (quiet and to some extent, comfortable) company. Sleeping together became a regular occurrence and without meaning to, that led to you getting pregnant, something which rin had never planned on and something he definitely won’t be happy about. You weren’t happy about it either. Not when you didn’t exactly have a healthy family to give the baby to be. Acting fast, you scrambled to your laptop to schedule yourself for an appointment to get a check up and most probably to get rid of the pregnancy. Unfortunately, in panic, you left your pregnancy test on the bathroom counter. Something that rin was welcomed with once he got home. It didn’t help that you left your laptop in the bedroom for him to see your scheduled appointments as well.

Thinking you could get by without letting rin know, you decided to act normal upon seeing him enter the kitchen. You were preparing dinner when he walked in. After smiling at him and greeting him to acknowledge his presence, you went back to dinner prep. This confused rin. Were you not going to tell him? Was the test maybe not yours? Were you fucking with him? “Really yn? Don’t you have anything to say?” “hm? what do you mean, rin? Did you want something else for dinner?” He annoyingly nodded “you’re pregnant?” This made you freeze, dropping the knife on the floor, barely missing your foot. For a second, a flash of concern hit rin’s eyes but that might as well have been your imagination. “It’s a yes then” you gave a barely there nod. “Rin I was going to tell you. I also just found out I’m sorry” he nodded again “You were going to tell me? Sure. Not like you already had an appointment with the clinic, no?” Your face lost all its color. You weren’t even sure why he was acting so annoyed. Every time your parents or his parents nudged you two to give them grandchildren, rin would always act annoyed and irritable the moment you get home. He also repeatedly expressed his refusal to have children, especially not when his career was booming. Having a wife was one thing but a child? Entirely different. He didn’t have to invest so much when it came to you. He just has to be respectful, be someone to satisfy your needs sometimes, maybe even go on a few dates here and there. Easy. But he wasn’t a monster so having a child would take up so much of his time, something he couldn’t afford to give. Was what he always said. So why was he so mad at your for just taking one step ahead? “I thought you didn’t want to have a baby, why are you mad?” You semi-shouted. “Maybe I didn’t but you can’t just decide to get rid of it on your own. That’s messed up” “okay but stop raising your voice rin, you’re scaring me. You always tell me you don’t want a baby with me so I just assumed” “Know what? Considering you seem to want to get rid of it so quick, then yeah sure, I don’t want that baby. You have my card, use it for the hospital bill or call me if you need me to be there. You probably won’t though, right?”

a/n: I suck at writing angst but here’s an attempt o(TヘTo)

#blue lock scenarios #blue lock x reader #blue lock angst #mikage reo x reader #reo x reader #mikage reo angst #reo angst #itoshi rin angst #itoshi rin x reader #rin x reader

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awoogayanderes · 1 year

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DEFENDING THEM IN A CONVO

➪ request : “omg what about tecchou, jouno and aku when they hear a conversation where someone tells s/o that they're scary but she tells them that they’re wrong and they (the characters) are the purest person in the world.” - anonymous

➪ other notes : im on my writing streak fr (before i burnout and disappear again) non-edited !

Tecchou Suehiro :

- despite of tecchou’s passive attitude, he was a strong hunting dog who shouldn’t be taken lightly

- some people are shocked how you’re dating a strong swordsman and because of tecchou’s passive attitude they don’t have shame in asking you about him

- you were sitting at a table outside a cafe, suddenly a stranger sat in front of you, curiously recognizing who you were

- “i mean aren’t you terrified one day he’ll snap at you, i heard something similar about military men…” the random stranger inquired making a face at you

- unknown to them, tecchou was around the corner coming back with ice cream for both you and him

- it had never occurred in his mind that you would even care about him snapping as you know how well put he is with you

- that being said, he stayed where he was, wanting to see what you would say

- “tecchou’s the sweetest man i’ve ever met, he cares for me in a way no one has ever, so i’d really appreciate it if you stop talking about him so negatively,” and with that you stood up and left in a huff

- what you didn’t expect was to bump into your astonished boyfriend

- “tecchou! you’ll never guess what just happened,” you ramble to him about the rude stranger and he feels both of the ice creams in his hands melting as he’s in awe

- before either of you said anything else, he kissed you gently, a bright red showing up on his face

- “thank you for defending me my love,” he says, finally handing you your ice cream

- he’s extremely lucky to have you, someone who will defend him even if he’s not there, he couldn’t ask for a better partner

Saigiku Jouno :

- known to almost everybody, jouno is a very brutal man, and with the power of being a hunting dog that leads to fear

- everybody is shocked how this man is even dating someone who’s the complete opposite of him, despite most people fearing him, some were bold enough to talk to you about him

- you and jouno were at a restaurant, a minute after excusing himself to go to the restroom someone sat down next to you, weirdly looking at you

- “how could you possibly be with someone as brute as he is? i mean, are you okay in your relationship? do you need help?!” the stranger even reaches for your hand

- of course jouno and his perky ears heard everything, he could feel rage bubbling inside of you, so he silently waited for your reaction

- he knew his methods were considered wrong to most people, but at the end of the day your opinion was the only one that mattered to him

- a smile emerged from his lips as your heartbeat started getting faster

- “i don’t think his affairs concern you, he’s the one protecting you from those who want to harm, and yet you’re here complaining about it, he cares about me, more than anyone has ever cared about you,” you snatched your hand away before getting up with a scowl on your face

- jouno went after you not before hearing the gasp of the stranger

- “the nerve of some people,” you complain when you see your smirking boyfriend

- “no need to get all winded up my dear,” he grabs your hand and with that your heartbeat goes back to normal

- “though it excites me to see you angry over me,” he chuckles and you roll your eyes, thankful he can’t see you right now

- jouno hasn’t needed anyone his whole life, managing to do everything on his own but when you’re by his side, it keeps him calm, knowing that you’ll always be there for him

Ryūnosuke Akutagawa :

- well he’s known as the black fanged hellhound of the port mafia, what do you expect

- same as with jouno, everyone is shocked, even petrified that he’s in a relationship

- you were waiting outside of a store for aku, as he said that he forgot something, that something being a surprise gift for you, and as you were minding your business, a stranger comes up to you and gasps at you

- “aren’t you the one dating a mafia executive?you poor thing, what are you doing being with that monster?!” the stranger exclaims as they get closer to you

- akutagawa comes out of the store to see you angrily looking at the person in front of you, but in a fit of rage you didn’t see your partner

- if anything, he was more scared of you than he was of himself, you weren’t one to mess with when it came to the people you love so instead he waited patiently

- besides, he can’t anger himself too much as he promised the weretiger he wouldn’t kill anyone for six months, so he’ll let you handle it

- “how dare you talk about him like that, you call him a monster and yet he’s more human than you’ll ever be. he loves me and he’s made so much progress that your inhumane eyes will never see!” you yell at them, scaring them away

- as the stranger scurries off, ryū comes up to you, looking at you in a blank

- “sometimes i hate people and their ignorant beliefs,” you sigh looking at your boyfriend

- “um i got you something,” he hands you a box, trying to divert you away from your anger

- “awe you really do love me,” you squeal in delight, “don’t push it,” aku says back

- he knows the things he’s done are awful but if he can make you happy or bring a smile to your face, he knows he hasn’t disappointed you and that’s all he needs to stop him from going crazy

#written by terra #sincerely terra #engraved with tenderness #bsd #bsd x reader #bsd fluff #bsd manga #bsd manga spoilers #tecchou x reader #tecchou fluff #jouno x reader #jouno fluff #akutagawa x reader #akutagawa fluff

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explicit-tae · 8 months

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Omg can we get a fluffy drabble? Please 😭 just yn and kook chillin with their baby 🥹 I really love cruel intentions alot it's one of my all time favorite fics 🙁🩷

you know what - sure. i don't see why not. i suppose I can write something quick 💗💕 i miss jungkook and jin-seon moments

overthinking

That time Jungkook missed Jin-Seon's kindergarten play - and he's pissed about it. (five years after the end of Cruel Intentions) @seokjinkismet @bloodline1632 @babycandy111

word count: 1.180

warning: sfw, fluff, gun violence, cursing, fluff, jungkook and jin-seon moments uwu, jungkook overthinking, reader having to console him,

The surrounding men stand straight once they hear a car door slam. Their eyes revert to the ground, not wishing to come face to face to an angry Jeon Jungkook.

Jungkook is fuming once he reaches the site where - of course his men out of all people - had manage to fuck up.

Now Jungkook could be understanding. Since the birth of his son, he began to view the world in a different light. Jin-Seon was like the light of his life - and you being his mother and his wife was right alongside him.

However, what Jungkook didn’t like was when his time with his family was compromised. He had men for a reason to do the shit he didn’t want to - what was he paying people for if they couldn’t get the job done right and correctly?

Jungkook took pride that he has been a part of Jin-seons life since a baby - and now his son is five and he is a familiar face in his life. He eats breakfast with you and Jin-seon each morning and when he is off of school, he makes time out of his day for lunch. You three often go out to wherever Jin-seon desires - parks, amusement parks, zoo’s - and he doesn’t mind wasting one of his men’s salary if it meant that he could keep his son content.

But now? Jeon Jungkook is pissed.

Jin-seon had a play at his school - a kindergarten play where his son was the lead. Front and center and would be looking out in the crowd to not see him - it broke his heart thinking about it. To know that his own father never desired to attend anything that Jungkook deemed important, he made it his mission to be there whenever Jin-seon had hobbies, events or plays. Hell - he even met the teachers because Jin-Seon had asked him and you to.

“Can someone please tell me why I had to leave my son to come here?” Jungkook hisses. “Quickly before I shoot someone’s arm off.”

“Jeon-ssi.” one man steps forward, but appears utterly terrified at his boss. “The shipment is…”

Jungkook awaits for a response that doesn’t come. “Speak up.” he grinds his teeth.

“I thought the shipment was coming,” he says. “I, uh, think it was sent elsewhere.”

“Elsewhere…?” Jungkook crosses his arms. “I put you in charge of shipment and it’s not here.”

The man shakes his head.

“A large shipment of drugs,” Jungkook says slowly. “that is supposed to be distributed to hundreds of my men to sell…”

The man swallows.

“...is gone?” Jungkook finishes. “Millions of my dollars…is gone?”

The man nods his head. “I believe-”

Jungkook is livid. He inhales deeply, goes into his belt and takes out the gun. It only takes him a minute to shoot - the man hunching over to clutch his bleeding knee.

“I don’t pay you to believe in anything, Jang.” Jungkook hisses. His eyes glance around to the surrounding men, all scurrying away. “I don’t pay any of you to believe. I pay you to do your jobs right!”

Jungkook places his gun back into his belt and shakes his head. “Have I not been good to you all?” he questions. “I made sure you all are paid handsomely. You don’t even work on holidays! I allow you to be with your kids, don’t I?”

The men are silent, and now Jungkook is even more pissed.

“Don’t i?!”

“Yes, Jeon-ssi.” the men stammer in unison.

“Exactly. And the one day to fuck up is the day my son has a play. How selfish can you all be?” Jungkook shakes his head again. “Find my shipment. Immediately. Distribute it evenly between the sellers and do it by the end of tomorrow night. I don’t care where it’s at.” Jungkook claps his hands. “And get Jang out of my sight.” he hisses.

“What if he hates me?” Jungkook asks you with wide, scared eyes. “I rushed back as quickly as I could.”

You turn to face him, an amused look on your face.

“Y/N, this isn’t funny.” Jungkook hisses. The crowd is slowly scattering as children run up to their parents. “The play is done and I haven’t even managed to be here for any of it.”

You stop yourself from laughing. You place a hand onto Jungkook’s cheek. “I have videos you can watch. It’ll be fine.”

It wasn’t. It was easier for you to say - you weren’t the one that missed Jin-Seon’s first play. You got to see how adorable he looked in his costume, got to wave at him while he was on stage. Jungkook hadn’t and he regrets not shooting both of Jang’s knees.

“There’ll be more.” you try again, but it wasn’t getting through to Jungkook.

“But he’ll remember the one I missed.” Jungkook turns his eyes away to see where Jin-Seon had run off to.

You sigh.

Jungkook is an amazing father and it shouldn’t be a surprise to you after five years. You recall how scared you’d been when you fell pregnant and how you didn’t want your son to live the life Jungkook did - full of crime, murder and apparent emptiness. But he had lived up to his promise of protecting not only Jin-Seon but you, as well. You weren’t the lone parent you initially thought you would be when returning with him many years ago. Jungkook was there for every doctor's appointment, check-up, school meeting - even if he did run his own business full time.

“What if he grows up to hate me?”

“Not this again.” you snort.

Jungkook crosses his arms, ears growing red with embarrassment.

You heard Jungkook state his ultimate fear was Jin-Seon’s hatred towards him similar to his hatred for his father.

“I’m serious. What if I make this a habit? What if I turn into my father and then boom, he kills me because i became a shitty husband and father-”

“Jin-Seon is five!” you hiss. “He adores you.”

“Now.” Jungkook murmurs.

“Are you trying to tell me something?” you question. “Are you planning to become a shitty husband and father?”

“No!” Jungkook retorts.

“Then stop overthinking. Jin-Seon’s coming.”

Jin-Seon does come running, eyes sparkling with a wide tooth smile on his face. He jumps into Jungkook’s arms, hugging him close. In his hands he’s holding a rose given out to all the kids who participated in the play. “Appa, you’re here!”

“I am.” Jungkook holds Jin-Seon close, finding his son’s smile contagious.

“Where were you?”

Jungkook swallows, dreading the question.

“Appa had to work.” you place a hand on Jin-Seon’s head. “But he’s here now.”

Jin-Seon hums but nods. His smile doesn’t falter for a minute as he goes on to tell Jungkook the entirety of the play and just how excited he was.

You smile as you watch Jungkook and Jin-Seon talk, Jungkook completely enthralled in the conversation to realize that Jin-Seon - though young and only five - had not been upset that his father couldn’t make one event. What did matter was that Jungkook was here now to hear all about it.

#cruel intentions #cruel intentions drabble #jungkook x reader #mafia jungkook #mafia bts #overthinking #explicit-tae #jungkook x you #jungkook drabble #jungkook fluff

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romantichomicide95 · 10 months

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Hello :D

If requests are open, can I request fem reader with bf yuji just a happy couple or new couple that will have their first kiss and any romantic moments 🥹 the mini plot is completetly up to you and thank you sm for taking the time for noticing this 💗 Ive read most of ur writings btw i really love them!!♡♡

omg finally more Yuji! of course! i’m so happy, I’ve really been wanting to write for him he’s so sweet, also thankyou i appreciate that 💕

Yuji Itadori x Reader

FIRST KISS -Super fluffy.

Yuji Itadori was like a breath of fresh air. After dealing with Fushiguro's reserved nature for so long, someone who wasn't particularly interested in being friends with you, it was a refreshing change to have Yuji join Jujutsu High. You and Yuji became fast friends, forming a tight-knit group with Nobara, and reluctantly Fushiguro. Ever since then, the four of you were almost inseparable.

But there was a problem, an indescribable, uncontainable issue that troubled you day in and day out. It was the ever-growing feelings that brewed inside you for Yuji. The way his infectious laughter made your heart skip a beat, his genuine concern for your well-being, the way he seemed to understand you without words; it all made your feelings grow stronger each passing day.

Today was quiet. You were in the middle of the slow season and missions were scarce. None of you were complaining as it meant a lot more free time. For you this meant free time to spend with Yuji.

Seated side by side in your favorite spot by the riverside, just the two of you, you watched the calm waters flow as the warm suns rays bathed you. You couldn’t help but admire how the sun reflected off Yujis eyes, they looked almost golden with the sun shining on them.

“What do I have something in my teeth?” Yujis voice shocked you out of your trance and you quickly realized you were staring.

“N-no sorry.” you said embarrassed, turning away. “I-I just was lost in thought.”

"Oh good that would be embarrassing.” He chuckles briefly pausing before he speaks up again. “Hey. You know you're one of my favorite people, right?"

You look back up at him. He had this big goofy smile on his face. It made his eyes sparkle and you could feel your heartbeat pick up. It was so annoying how that smile always made you melt. “I am?” You finally manage to stutter out.

He took a deep breath, his gaze meeting yours. "I mean... Yeah.” he chuckles “Why do you think I hang out with you much?”

Your heart picked up speed. “I don’t know Yuji.” you admit, a shy smile forming. “I guess I never really noticed you did.”

He laughed, a carefree sound that filled the air. “Yeah, I mean you always make me laugh, you’re smart, you’re probably the nicest girl I know. Plus…you’re so…pretty. Ya know?“

He shrugs nonchalantly, leaning back against a tree as the sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting shadows on his face.

You lowered your gaze, you almost felt…shy. "Yuji, I... I don't know what to say. That's... really sweet of you. You-you think I’m pretty?”

He grinned as he reached out to gently hold your hand. “Yeah I do. I think you’re beautiful.” His eyes met yours. His cheeks were dusted a light shade of pink, but he still had this confident air about him.

You bit your bottom lip. Fighting back the big excitable smile that seemed to be creeping its way into your face. “Thank you Yuji. That-That means a lot. Especially coming from you. I feel the same.” You say bashfully, squeezing his hand.

His smile grew and you felt warmth flush through your chest.Yuji leaned in closer to you, his eyes never leaving yours. “Can I kiss you?” he asked, his voice soft.

You gave him an eager nod. A shiver of anticipation running through your body “Y-yeah I would really like that.” You smile.

Time seemed to slow down as Yuji leaned in even closer closing the space between you. You closed your eyes, your heart beating outside your chest as Yujis lips met yours. They were soft and tender and he kissed you with such delicacy.

I’m the heat on of the moment you grabbed him by the shirt, pulling him in closer and you could feel him smile against your lips as the kiss grew deeper.

As the kiss came to an end your lips parted, still lingering close. You both open your eyes, and you couldn’t help but smile as Yuji looked at you with adoration. You could feel the electricity between you, threatening to shock your system.

Yuji tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “Wow…I’ve been wanting to do that for so long.” He said leaning back again as his carefree laugh filled your senses.

You joined in on his laughter as the tension was replaced with pure comfort. “Well…it was worth the wait.” You say, as you lay your head down on his lap. He laced his fingers in yours again.

He looks down at you and smiles his big goofy smile. “It certainly was. I’m glad I dragged you out here today.”

And as you look back up at him, happy with the way today was unfolding and excited for what was blossoming between you both, you nod. “Me too Yuji…me too.”

#yuji itadori #yuji itadori x reader #itadori yuuji #itadori x reader #yuji x reader #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen itadori #jujutsu kaisen yuji #yuji x reader fluff #yuji itadori x reader fluff #jjk x gn!reader #jjk x fem!reader

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noturlesson · 8 months

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Sal Fisher x Popular!Reader

So it’s currently 1 am on a school night rn lol and I’ve been seeing so many of these so I decided to write my own. This is like…. My first ever tumblr post and I have absolutely no idea how to use this app so pls be kind!!!

GnAfab!Reader

You didn’t necessarily consider yourself popular, despite what the gang told you. You just thought you were… well known.

Yea that was definitely the best way to describe it

Your unique style and flashy clothing made you stand out amongst your peers, and you garnered a lot of attention for it.

When you first started freshman year, the attention wasn’t really positive, and you were talked about by almost everyone. Rumors flew around at such a rapid pace that it made your head spin.

You had heard it all. From “they a hoe” to “they sacrifice people and worship the devil”. But with Larry and the gang, you managed to make it through that hell and by sophomore year, everyone loved you and the negative opinions of you melted into ones of admiration.

Despite this, you were still sort of unaware of just how many eyes were on you, though. So much so, that you couldn’t even tell that your best friend, Sally Face, was looking at you with more than just platonic admiration.

The way you found out was so odd, though, and everything sort of clicked in your head when you processed it.

You were walking with Sal to your shared Physics class when someone approached you and complimented your outfit and makeup. You gave them a smile and thanked them and when they walked away, Sal made agreed with them.

Surprised you because he never really compliments you unless it’s a special occasion like your birthday or something.

When u guys DO start dating, almost everyone knows about it despite you only telling Ash & Larry

Relentless teasing from your friends, them saying how it was so obvious that you and Sal had googly eyes for each other. It’s sweet, really.

Occasionally, you would see posts about it on the school’s drama page where people would try and start up rumors again, but it never really stuck.

For at least a month, your relationship is the talk of the town. You get a lot more stares whenever you’re with him, but Sal will continue to hold your hand, effectively distracting you from the paparazzi-like gaze.

Sal doesn’t mind all the attention too much as he’s grown accustomed to it from his old school. It can get a bit overwhelming for him though when you constantly have people approaching you in the halls, asking you guys questions or just trying to converse with you both in general

It does kind of catch him off guard though since he’s used to all the eyes being on you rather than himself. You’re always there to stand up for him if need be.

“Omg, I see you in the halls all the time and I just wanted to say I love your style so much! Your outfit and makeup is so cute today!” Another student stopped you and gushed as you were walking to class with Sal. It was sudden, and the compliment made your heart skip a beat. You flashed them a bright smile before you replied.

“Thank you bookie, I really appreciate it.” The person smiled back at you and nodded, waving at you before walking off down the hall.

“You do look really pretty today.” Sal spoke from beside you. You immediately could feel your face heating up and you turned to face him, trying your best to hide the fact that he made your heart skip a beat. Sal never really commented on your looks, so to say you were surprised was an understatement.

A cheeky smile played at your lips. “If I look so good then why don’t you come and kiss me?” You giggled as you watched his ears and neck turn bright pink at your sudden flirtatious comment. Another thing about you is that you were a huge flirt. None of your friends were safe, and Sal was no exception. He quickly turned his face away from you, his blue pigtails following the movement of his head.

“Pssht, whatever.” He mumbled, speeding up to walk in front of you. Another giggle escaped you as he passed you. “Maybe I should.”

It was almost a whisper, you barely caught it through the noise of the halls, but you did. It made your heart flutter as you stared at him with a wide-eyed expression. You hurried behind him, grabbing onto the hem of his black sweatshirt to not lose him in the huge crowd of people blocking up the halls.

Then came your response to him. You leaned down (you’re taller than him in this, sorry not sorry to all my short readers), speaking quietly next to his ear. “I think you totally should.” A giggle followed, and then you dashed into the classroom, quickly seating yourself before he got the chance to reply.

Later, when you’re at home, you get a text from him.

Sally 💙

>did u rlly mean what u said b4 class? Abt the kiss?

You

>Possibly, y? Does Sally Face want to kiss me?

Sally 💙

>No… tf (maybe)

You

>lol ur so silly, ofc I meant it

Sally 💙

>Great omw rn

You

>doors open stinka

When he comes over, he’s a stuttering mess, fumbling over his words and cracking jokes to divert his awkward energy, which only makes you fall in love with him even more. You stop his babbling by pressing a gently kiss to the cheek of his prosthetic, your hands resting on his shoulders. His brain totally fries and all he can do is look at you with wide eyes. You smile, and give him another kiss, this time telling him that you’ve always wanted to do that. He confesses after, and next thing you know, you’re in a giggling fit wrapped up in his arms on your couch with the new title of Sal Fisher’s significant other.

#sally fisher #sally face #sally face x reader #sal fisher #larry johnson #ashley campbell

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sweetiecutie · 1 year

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Pairing: Theodore Nott x fem! Reader

Warnings: second part of this writing is smut so beware, fluff, a bit of insecurities

A/n: I don’t write much about Theo but I’ve had a suffocating obsession with him for so fucking long!! I can’t bottle up those thoughts in my head anymore so I just have to share those with you guys

Theodore Nott dating headcanons

Okay, hear me out, Theo had the fattest crush on you for at least four months before he ever actually approached you! It’s most probable for you to share some of your classes and he happened to sit next to you or behind you, getting to hear your little chats with your friends or even having full conversations with you personally

He would def ogle you from across the great hall during all meals, and not gonna lie - it freaked the fuck out of you at first. Because Theodore doesn’t have this ‘I’m so painfully in love with you’ stare, but rather a ‘I wanna slit your throat with a salad knife’ kind of stare, yk? But once you’ve had a nice chat with him all your worries evaporated bc this boy is a total sweetheart, just a bit shy and introverted

Theo would be very clear with his intentions from the very beginning, so when he asked you out for the first time he added a timid “But I mean it as a date, if you don’t mind” at the end, his cheeks growing rosy and you couldn’t help but feel your heart swell at how adorable Theo looked

Mean to everyone but you trope!! It’s no secret that Theo is all grumpy and gloomy, no one gets surprised by his rather rash mood swings (which are usually bad mood changing to disastrously bad mood), but when he’s with you? Boy, that is a whole another person - he’s all smiley and flirty, joking around, trying to see that precious smile of yours he adores so much

He remembers everything, and I mean everything, about you. What your hobbies are, things that you are interested in, your favorite actors and singers, which flavors and fragrances you like and which you don’t etc. I swear, this man pays more attention to your little whims than to his classes

He loves snuggles so much🥺 His mother passed away shortly after giving birth to Theodore, and his father, being a strict and reserved person he is, wasn’t able to give that parenting love and tenderness to his son, so Theo is touch-starved for sure. He loves every kind of physical touch - handholding, hugging, cuddling, kissing, snuggling - bring it all in

So so devoted. He had been dying for being close to you for so long, and now that he finally has you - there’s no way he’s going to fuck everything up with some stupid flings. In fact, Theodore is all about long-term relationships, and I feel like even an idea of having a one-night stand deeply disgusts him

But Theodore is also very possessive. And it’s not like he doesn’t trust you enough, it’s all the people around you that cannot be trusted. But it’s also his insecurities talking in him - what if you find someone better? Someone smarter and more attractive and you’ll leave him, heartbroken and lonely. Theo is deeply attached to you, and even the thought of you breaking up with him hurts poor boy deeply

Theo has some anger management issues, so there are times when he asks you to leave him alone to cool down, so that he won’t say anything to you in a fit of fury that he’ll heavily regret afterwards

Random dances are really a thing in your relationship! Very often you find yourself waltzing with Theo to a non-existent tune in your head, spinning each other around and giggling like small kids. And if you don’t know how do waltz - don’t worry! Being a pure-blood automatically means being good at ball dances, Theo will teach you everything! And don’t worry about accidentally stomping on his shoes- he will never get mad or tell you off for that

Omg omg imagine being too careless and leaving blotches of your shiny microglitter lipgloss on his cheeks, chin and around his lips, not noticing them in a dim light. And Theo being absolutely clueless, walking around the castle all sparkly, not understanding why his slytherin pals are snickering and smiling slyly at him

I kinda have a feeling, that when you start dating Theo - you get Blaise Draco and Pansy as an additional gift. No matter what you two are doing or where you are - there will always be one or all of those around, teasing the shit out of both of you (mostly Theo)

Smokes like a fucking locomotive! But Theo will try his best to tame it if you chide him for that, leading to him being moodier due to lack of nicotine and untamed oral fixation. Or you’ll just start smoking as well, chain-smoking together and stealing each other’s lighters

NSFW

So as I already mentioned, Theodore is a long-term relationship kind of person, meaning that he needs a strong emotional connection with certain person to have sex with them. I strongly believe that he had every kind of fiste sexual experience with you - making out, grinding, mutual masturbation, oral and sex itself. To put it simply - Theo was a complete virgin

I think Theo would postpone any kind of sexual experience with you for as long as possible, too afraid to make you feel pressured or thinking that he’s with you only for sex. Actually, it’s more likely for you to initiate anything of that sort, and he still asks you “Are you sure that you want it?” every five minutes. Isn’t he adorable?🥺

But once you’ve actually had sex, Theodore can’t help but be desperate for more. He tries to suppress those distracting thoughts of doing oh so unholy things to your precious body as much as he can, but he crawls to you so needy and whiny just two days after, begging to be close to you again. And how can you say no when he stares down at you with those puppy eyes, whispering about how pretty you are and how horny he gets just from thinking about you

Omg he defo had wet dreams about you before you started dating. Imagine Theo trying his hardest to not think about you, annoyed by how hard he had fallen, and his subconscious playing evil jokes on poor boy, giving him some pretty livid pictures of you two together. Not so innocent pictures, I must note. Okay, not innocent at all. Dreams in which you were sat on top of him, looking down at Theo with those alluring beautiful eyes of yours, your breasts on full display right before his eyes. Or where he was laying in-between your legs, pleasuring you with all he had. The first time it ever happened Theo was shaken awake by Blaise who was mumbling something about oversleeping. Thanks Merlin Theo was laying on his side, so that his painful boner wasn’t poking so obviously through layers of his blankets. He was so embarrassed by himself he couldn’t even look at you for the next few days

He doesn’t makes too much noise during sex. Theodore is a quiet person in general - he talks only when it’s necessary and prefers to listen to others instead. That be said - he loooves hearing you moan and whimper and plea and babble in pleasure, so don’t even try to hold all those sweet little noises in. He really feels awkward about making any noises himself, but he lets you know just how good you make him feel with his facial expressions, long sighs and countless praises muttered into your ears with his ‘sexy Theo voice’

Loves loves loves eating pussy. Oh, this man goes absolutely feral, working his mouth on you, tongue flicking over your clit in quick tight circles, giving an occasional suck. And this man has completely mastered (with your help, of course) the perfect combination of tongue and fingers, being able to give you a mind-blowing orgasm in just five minutes

Marking marking marking marking. Leaves marks everywhere he can - your neck, chest, shoulders, tummy, thighs- everywhere. And please, please leave marks on his as well - leave hickeys and bite-marks in the most obvious places - he’d never cover them in his life, wearing them as the most treasured jewelry - just let everyone know that he’s yours

One of Theodore’s biggest turn-ons is spitting in your mouth and making you swallow it. No I’m not sorry for that

His favorite position is definitely missionary, where Theo is half-lying on top of you, intense skin against skin contact, your legs draped around his hips, pounding deep and slow into your dripping pussy, all while gazing into your eyes lovingly

Omgomg imagine having passionate sex with Theo with lots of heavy touching and open-mouthed kisses all while songs from “Awaken, My Love!” album by Childish Gambino are blaring on the background *chokes on spit and tears*

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adelheidvonschicksal · 4 months

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Omg- I can’t believe someone asked about the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception- I have been literally thinking about it too as a cool power. I love garden of sinners :) for the ask: same prompt as the Mystic eyes of Death Perception one (with the same personality) but the reader also learns to kill concepts (ex. they can see the death lines in cursed techniques and can stop them if cut in time). How would Gojo, Geto, Choso, Maki react/ see them?

A/N: I combined two requests, the other wanted her to come back from being in hiding due to the higher ups wanting to execute her (and she comes back more beautiful and powerful) !

Gojo

Satoru knew deep down he would see you again one day. You’re too strong to let yourself get killed by any of the weaklings the higherups could’ve hired.

What he doesn’t expect when he saw you again was for you to be so beautiful in that same messy way he loves when you get in a fight: breath heaved up with adrenaline, hair messy from the wind and movements of battle, the swirl of magnified cursed energy around you, brilliantly shining eyes that disappear as you deactivate your technique, and the best crooked fight-riled smirk on your face as you call out his name and greet him with a small “I’m back.”

He’s so happy that he spends all day around you and brags to anyone who’ll listen about how pissed off the higher ups are at your survival. It’s a relief to everyone else that you’re alive, and it offers some peace and quiet now that Gojo has you to follow around again like a lovesick child.

He keeps following behind you, poking at you because it’s been so long since he’s seen you. He just has to make sure you’re real, ya know.

He throws his hands up with a laugh and a “woah, you don’t have to kill me,” whenever you get the slightest bit annoyed or he surprises you and you instinctively thrust the kitchen knife his way, a reflex you developed after dealing with the many attempts on your life. He finds it funny every time when you cutely whine not to sneak up on you.

Everyone thinks it’s weird how absolutely tickled pink he seems to have someone around who could actually kill him if they wanted to since you can cancel out his infinity now. Shoko thinks he’s even happier because that person is also his girlfriend. You have to embarrassedly remind them that you’d never hurt him!

Geto

He wants you to join his side to usher in a new Jujutsu society.

If you have nowhere else to go then why not join him and re-write the entire thing? This way normal humans and weak cowards who hide behind social hierarchies can no longer control the lives of sorcerers.

It hurts to see him this way because when you left, he used to be so kind and morally upstanding, but you didn’t know that your assassination order and leaving was one of the reasons he was pushed over the edge.

Geto always speaks about you so well to his daughters, admiring the memory of you and also explaining to them about how much more lovely you’ve gotten since then even if he fails to recruit you to his side. He knows with your technique that he could take on any threat to his cause if push ever came to shove so he’ll keep trying to convince you.

It’s only to himself that he acknowledges that seeing you the way you are now, as strong as you are now, for a split second, made him miss you, his friends, and the time you spent together before everything spiraled.

Maki

It excites her, like getting a long-lost part of herself back. She’s never liked the higher ups or most other people in command so it’s ironically hilarious to her that you managed to survive after all this time, or maybe the adrenaline mixed with the rush of fighting with you again after so long is getting to her.

You can bond over how different the two of you have grown since you’ve been apart. You’re both stronger in skill and technique, and you quickly notice that she cuts her hair short now and has put on a lot of muscle since you’ve last seen her.

Maki is thankful that not everything has changed seeing as how you can go from killing machine to angel again in half a second. It gives her a warm feeling in her chest that the world hasn’t changed that much.

She’d like to spar one day to see what new moves you’ve conjured up since going missing, but you think that can wait until after you’ve given her a hug. She grumbles a little but the smile on her as you embrace her gives away the small soft spot she has for you.

She hopes you weren’t too scared on your own and promises to be there for you from now on. She knows you’re strong enough to protect yourself, but she doesn’t want to make the mistake of losing someone she cares about again.

She gives a smirk and dances the idea of whether you ever thought about just killing all the higher ups now that you gained new powers. You tell her you won’t. She shrugs and scoffs it off as a joke, but both of you know full well that either one of you would be capable enough if someone tries to get between you again.

Choso

Being able to cut through techniques would make him frustrated when he first meets you especially when you cut through his own technique. He doesn’t have a lot of experience yet with those who can destroy his attacks, especially piercing blood, so you’re an annoying opponent for him.

When he joins your side and sees how kindly you treat his younger brother then he becomes a bit softer towards you. He’s still somewhat questions and doubts this sweet persona you put on since he met you when you were enemies. But his suspicions lessen as time goes on and Itadori vouches for you.

Once he gets to know you, he starts to feels guilty for believing that his brothers might not have been accepted by your side. He is fully convinced that you would have been the type of person who could have accepted them.

He doesn’t have much experience in emotions besides the ones he holds for his brothers, but he does know he wants to help you as much as possible and keep you safe from anyone who wishes to harm you, including assassins. He claims it’s because you’re friends with his brother without understanding that it’s more than that.

Megumi

It’s like he’s seen a ghost when you literally come barreling into his life again, saving him from sacrificing his life in another battle only for him to wake up in your arms.

You’re scarily ethereal. Covered head to toe in blood, the enemies blood; moonlight hitting unnatural eyes at just the right angle to draw his attention; the smell of death is heavy on you so much that it makes his head spin being near you, and you’re staring at him so blank faced that it sends a chill up his spine.

But it all goes away when you deactivate your technique, and your voice goes sweetly soft, and you call out his name twice before he can think to respond. You’re thanking the heavens that he’s okay and fussing over him about how he should be more careful and what would’ve happened to him if you had not been in the same area.

The entire event is probably the most nostalgic feeling he’s ever had in the last five years since he’s seen you, and despite the blood and dirt clogging his senses, it’s probably the most his heart has wrenched so heavily as he looks up at you.

You’ve gotten so much more beautiful with age, some of your softer features leaving you and becoming more defined through the passing years but it’s still you, still recognizable, still unbelievable.

It’s a short-lived moment as you only intervened from hearing the call of his divine dog; and if he was okay now then you had to leave again especially if the school is sending sorcerers to complete missions in the city you’ve been hiding. He understands but that doesn’t make it hurt any less when he dreams about you that night.

Itadori

There’s a lot about the Jujutsu world Itadori still doesn’t understand. He understands the need for his own execution. He’s the host for the most dangerous man in their history. What he can’t grasp is the fact that for some reason the higher ups also want you dead. You’re the least threatening person he knows, at least outside of battle, and you try to be nice to everyone, including him.

He feels like not being able to help you is another one of his failures since becoming a sorcerer, almost in the same way he couldn’t help Junpei. If leaving school is the best way for you to survive then he can accept that. You’ll live. That’s all that matters.

He never sees you again until a few years later during an undercover mission. The two of you have it out, and he swears he’s going to die before he hears your voice, and your name instantly comes to his lips and it’s over after that.

You look so different. You dyed your hair, you’re a little taller, and you filled out more now, but your face is still the same as the memories he has of you.

What isn’t the same is how much stronger you’ve gotten. He fought by your side when you were both students but that’s nothing compared to fighting you now. Even though he lacks a curse technique for your own technique to work against, that still didn’t stop you from throwing him around and giving him a run for his money.

You like to think that he’s become the stronger one of the two of you. You hadn’t recognized him at first, not until that first punch and the lag in cursed energy that followed. You’re really happy you didn’t kill him now! The sentiment, however, doesn’t soothe his broken rib.

The two of you get some time to catch up, and you learn that he feels guilty about not being able to help you when you were students, but he thinks that you should come back to the school now that you’re stronger—that he’s stronger—strong enough to protect you this time. Somehow, seeing him now, and how handsome he’s become, determined, and strong, you can’t stop from agreeing to go back home with him.

Sukuna

He’s excited to see you again. It’s been a long time, and he’s curious to know how much you’ve changed since he’s last saw you. Mostly how much your abilities have improved.

Sukuna isn’t shy about hiding his presence in a normal situation, and doubly when it comes to you; he likes seeing your reaction whenever he’s near and how alert you are to his energy. He’s attracted to strength, true strength, and you exhibit it now more than ever.

He wonders if you know other ways you can use your powers, the more violently deadly ways. You always go for the kill, and so does he, but you’re too precise, too nimble, you don’t seem to understand the joy of truly pushing the limits of your opponents.

He loves to fight you, to see you push to the limit of just how far you can go, and to a tiny degree, how creative he can get as well against someone with your power.

But no matter what, you’re still to soft, not quite there yet when it comes to abandoning your human side to procure true strength. But he thinks he can push out that last weakness from you.

Then, you’d be perfect.

#gojo x reader #maki x reader #megumi x reader #yuuji x reader #jjk x reader #sukuna x reader #geto x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #female reader #megumi fushiguro x reader #yuuji itadori x reader #ryomen sukuna x reader #geto suguru #gojo satoru x reader

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selfcarecap · 2 years

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Hotel [p.p]

pairing: Peter Parker x Avenger!reader

summary: You and Peter spend the night at a hotel after a mission. When you can’t sleep, you decide to tire yourself out, not knowing that Peter’s wide awake too, listening, and he wants nothing more than to join in.

warnings: smut (masturbation (f + m), oral (f + m), reader masturbates w peter in the room without his consent but he likes it so (but don’t be like her irl), don’t think there is anything else??

word count: 3.4k (omg i just spontaneously added 1k in the last hour lmfao)

had to write this before i could write anything else, my brain just wouldn’t let me lol

Peter watches you drop to the bed with a sigh, cuddling into the sheets as soon as you land on the mattress.

You’re exhausted from the mission you two just completed.

Peter was thrilled when you were told it was just the two of you, and doing the mission together brought you even closer than he was hoping.

He's had a crush on you since he’s known you but he’s always been hesitant in talking to you; in his eyes you’re too cool for him so he never thought you’d be interested in being friends with him. But now, after inevitably spending weeks together while working on the mission, he would say, without a doubt, that you two are friends.

He can still get shy around you, but that is more his own insecurity than how you treat him. Yes, he still thinks you’re too cool for him. But as long as you haven’t realised that, he loves being with you. But while being your friend is more than he could have ever asked for, he still wishes that one day you’re going to be more than that.

He also secretly hoped that there was only going to be one bed in your hotel room. You’d end up sharing it, wake up in each other’s arms and you’d realise you’re in love with Peter.

And indeed, there is only one bed.

Only one single bed. And a sofa.

So of course, out of politeness, Peter took the sofa without hesitation.

And now he’s lying on it, and he wants nothing more than to sleep, but he just can’t keep his eyes shut. No matter how hard he fought on that mission only a few hours ago, his mind is racing with thoughts of you and your relationship to Peter so his physical exhaustion means nothing.

He’s wide awake.

No matter what he does, no matter what position he lies in and no matter how tired he is, he can’t fall asleep.

“Peter?”

He furrows his eyebrows when he hears you whisper his name. Maybe he’s dreaming after all.

You don’t say his name again, so maybe he really did imagine it.

But then he hears you shifting on the bed. Maybe you can’t sleep either. Were you about to invite him to a late-night cuddle session—okay, Peter be realistic—a late-night talking session that he’s been hoping for? Those late-night talks always strengthen a bond between two people and so far Peter hasn’t really had many conversations like that with y—

His heart skips a beat when he hears something wet. Something in your mouth.

Are you— no, he’s too dirty-minded. It can’t be.

Maybe you’re drinking something or eating a snack.

But why does Peter feel like he can’t move? You think he’s asleep right now and it would be better if it stayed like that, otherwise you might stop whatever you’re doing. If you’re even doing what he thinks you are.

He tries to get his mind out of the gutter, but everything he hears points to you doing one thing.

All he hears is wetness. More and more wetness. The clicking of your wrist from doing the same movement over and over again. Your breaths becoming more shallow, your heartbeat speeding up.

He keeps hearing more and more wet as your breathing becomes louder.

In the last minute, Peter has managed to turn towards you a few inches without making a sound and he can see how your legs are propped up.

He’s not imagining it; you’re masturbating. And you’re in the same room as Peter.

Peter is so hard that it hurts and he wants nothing more than to relieve that ache, but he’s not sure if he can do that noiselessly and the last thing he wants you to do is stop.

So he listens, painfully but happily, to you fucking your wet pussy. At some point you whimper and slap your hand over your mouth when you realise how loud it was. You don’t check if Peter heard though, too distracted by your orgasm that Peter can practically hear.

Your bed creaks and you slowly calm down, your underwear snapping against your skin, probably when you pull your hand out of it. The next thing Peter hears is more wet; you’re tasting yourself.

That’s it. Peter can’t take it anymore.

He sits up, “You need help cleaning up?” It’s weaker and quieter than he wanted it to sound, but he’s proud that he managed to say anything to you at all in this situation.

You don’t answer for a while and then you sit up too, whispering through the dark, “What?”

You probably thought he was asleep, he did make sure to seem like he was sleeping for the last five minutes.

“I asked if you need help cleaning up.” Now that he’s saying it a second time, it sounds less sexy than he thought but again, he’s glad he has the confidence to say anything remotely sexual to you.

“W-with what?”

“I couldn’t sleep either,” he tells you.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to uh.. I thought you were sleeping.”

Peter knows you like confident men. You dated Steve at some point and you dated Sam for a while. You dated Captain America—both of them. They’re the fucking epitome of confidence and virility. Peter can’t fuck this up now because he’s too shy.

“No, no. It’s okay. I’m asking if I can uh eat you out.” Apart from the little stutter, that sounded okay.

You turn on your bedside lamp, possibly seeing the insecurity in Peter’s eyes now. He braces himself for the rejection, or maybe even a laugh from you at the thought that you’d actually go for Peter.

“You sure?” You ask simply, a smirk on your face. Peter nods and gets up, heart racing, watching you as you pull your panties down your legs and throw them across the room somewhere.

“Are you sure?” He asks absentmindedly, mesmerised by the sight of your glistening pussy.

You press your thighs together, obstructing Peter’s view of what’s between them, “Yeah. Are you sleepwalking right now or something?”

“No, I’ve just uh. Never done this before?” He’s unsure if he should tell you that.

“Never?”

He shakes his head and your smile widens, “This is going to be fun. Come here.” You pull him onto the bed and spread your thighs to make room for Peter.

He leans in and is met with the smell of your arousal. He breathes you in, already weak in the knees as he leans his forehead against the hair above your pussy, burying his face in you.

You smell like heaven.

You let him enjoy you for a few moments, watching him as he tastes you for the first time. He hums as soon as his tongue is on your pussy, overwhelmed by how wet you already are and at the same time wanting to drown in you.

Peter looks up at you and sees you distractedly biting your fingertip between your teeth. You sit up and push your finger into his mouth instead, then two, and he eagerly sucks them.

You bite your lip while you watch him for a while, and he takes your fingers as deep into his mouth as he can. “Mhmm, so good for me. C’mere,” you retract your hand and put it behind his neck to pull him close to you. You push your tongue into his mouth and it’s overpowering in the best way possible.

Peter waits a second to kiss you back, trying to properly make himself realise that he’s actually kissing you. He takes your face between his hands and you two kiss for what feels like hours, and they’re the best hours of Peter’s life.

When you pull away, Peter realises you were only kissing for a few seconds. You wipe the spit away from the side of your mouth and scoot back a bit, smiling before you lie down on your propped up pillows.

He has to take in your beautiful, grinning face - grinning because you kissed Peter, before he can focus on your pussy again.

You put a hand in Peter’s hair as you lazily smile down at him. You’re getting tired — Peter is too, it's late and the exhaustion seems to be finally getting to you two — so he can’t bore you now. He doesn’t want you falling asleep while he‘s supposed to be making a good first impression eating you out.

He swallows as he lies down between your legs, spreading your lips with his thumbs to see you clenching around nothing. “Fuck, that’s so hot,” he whispers, slowly licking your pussy from the bottom to the top a few times.

He flattens his tongue against your skin as he hums at your taste, “You’re so fucking pretty.” He closes his eyes to further revel in the heaven that he’s currently in until he feels a slight tug at his hair.

He looks up to find your gaze on him, and you’re smiling.

“What?” He asks, “Am I- am I doing something wrong?”

You shake your head, lightly scratching Peter’s scalp — that’s all you could do for the rest of Peter’s life and he’d be happy. “Not at all, I just don’t think anyone I’ve ever been with has been that in love with my pussy.”

He looks down as he strokes your inner thigh with his thumb, “Is uh… is that a bad thing?”

“No,” you say, “It’s the best thing. Stop worrying and make me cum now.” It sounds like an order at first but Peter sees your soft smile as you close your eyes and lie your head back, trusting Peter to make you feel good. And you know he wants this just as much as you.

He smiles, getting another look at your pussy before he starts; he’s imagined this so many times.

Peter starts by kissing you right on your clit a few times, he sees it as foreplay before he dives in with his tongue but somehow he just keeps doing it.

It’s like he’s making out with your pussy, adding his tongue and sucking your clit a few times, your tiny moans turning him on as he starts grinding against the mattress. You’ve pulled your shirt up over your chest, cupping one of your tits and rubbing your nipple with a wet fingertip.

Peter enjoys every second as he drinks from your pussy, making out with it. Your juices and Peter’s spit are everywhere and he instinctively starts to move faster when he notices your body tensing up more and more.

“Fuck Peter I’m gonna–”

It’s addicting how you cum on Peter’s face, one of your hands in his hair, pulling his head to wherever you need it most as you push his face between your thighs, rubbing his tongue against your clit until you’re finished and the wet sound it creates is obscene.

You let go of his hair and your body goes slack as your breathing evens out again. “No way you haven’t done that before,” you lift your head to smile at him and pull your shirt back down your torso.

He smiles at you, not commenting but taking the compliment.

You keep eye contact for a few seconds and sit up. He thinks you’re about to kiss him again but you look away at the last second, “Peter, I’m way too tired to return the favour but that felt really good.”

“Oh, no it’s okay. Don’t worry.”

“Okay.. Goodnight,” you kiss his cheek after all, lying back down and two seconds later you seem to be out like a light.

He’s kind of glad that you don’t return the favour. He’s so close to an orgasm already after eating you out that he’d cum really fast and he doesn’t want you thinking he can only last two seconds. And, if there is anything after tonight, he wants his first time with you where he gets involved too to be more special – not with you two half asleep. Not that he‘s complaining about what just happened, he never would, not in a million years.

He goes to the bathroom to take care of himself, pulling his pants down just enough to free his cock as soon he closes the door and leans his back against it. He closes his eyes and thinks back to the image of your pussy that he memorised perfectly; he jerks off to the mental picture of how your face looked when Peter made you cum.

He clenches his jaw to stop himself from moaning when he gets close, precum all over his fingers. He cums into the palm of his hand and cleans up quickly, tired by now.

You’re lying on the edge of your bed and he wonders if you left room for him on purpose. He couldn’t take you rejecting him now but something tells him to try; you’re not breathing deeply enough to be completely gone yet.

Peter slowly lowers himself onto your mattress as not to scare you, ready to get off if you push him away or show no reaction because you’re too fast asleep to notice him.

You reach for Peter’s wrist immediately, pulling his arm over yourself, scooting over so his chest is flush against your back. You make a little noise of contentment once you’ve completely snuggled up to Peter.

He falls asleep with a big smile on his face.

You both sleep in until you get up to go shower and Peter gets a call that you’ll both be picked up to go home soon. He nearly forgot about this trip and that him going down on you wasn’t the most important part of it – well, at least objectively it wasn‘t.

He stretches after he sits up and begins packing the few items he had with him on the mission. He freezes when he sees your panties on the sofa; you must have thrown them there last night.

He picks them up and brings them to his face out of instinct, trying to relive last night. The smell of your arousal is still on your underwear and he greedily inhales it, cock already stirring in his pants. He shoves the material into his pocket when he hears you coming out of the bathroom.

You just have a towel around you that drop without second thought when you stand in front of the bed, gathering your clothes. Peter gulps; your bedside lamp wasn’t the brightest last night and you’ve certainly never changed in front of him before.

Does that mean it’s not a one time thing? You didn’t say much to him in the morning but you didn’t ask him to get off of you either - he held you in his arms the entire night.

You lean over the bed, touching all over it as you look for something. “Have you seen my underwear? I don’t know where I threw it last night.”

Peter shakes his head with his lips pressed together.

“It’s not like I could have worn it again anyway, but I didn’t bring another pair,” you pick your towel up again, loosely wrapping it around yourself.

You check your phone and turn towards Peter, “Actually.. we still have twenty minutes,” you let go of your towel again and Peter watches it pool at your feet. He takes in your whole body, and hears you say “So, about last night.. Can I return the favour now?”

You say it with a smile plastered on your face that lets Peter know he’s not the only one who feels the sexual attraction. By the time you walk over to him, Peter watching your tits bounce with every step, he’s completely hard and he hasn‘t stopped nodding at your question, squeaking out a yes.

You pull down his shorts and get on your knees between Peter’s legs.

“Then sit back and relax.”

You lick your lips as your eyes go over Peter’s hard dick. Your eyes are excited as you look up at him, making Peter’s heart skip a beat.

“Here,” you order as you hold your opened palm in front of Peter’s mouth and he leans forward, not sure what you want from him.

“Spit?” He asks, and you nod with a smile so he spits into your hand. You use it to coat his entire dick, and you start to jerk him off, slowly. You smirk at him, watching him squirm as you tease him.

You lower your head, tongue sticking out, only an inch or two away from Peter’s dick, “Wait,” you stop. Peter nearly whines but manages to stop himself. Your facial expression has changed into something indecipherable.

“Peter, I.. I really like you. After spending so much time together, you really mean a lot to me and I don’t want to do this if it’s just a one time thing to you.”

Peter can’t believe what he’s hearing. He’s distracted at first because your hand is still wrapped around him but you drop your hand to rest on your thigh when you see his eyes going down to his lap.

He doesn’t know how he even manages to talk with so much joy filling up his entire body, but somehow it works, “I don’t want it to be a one time thing either. I’ve liked you since I’ve known you,” he tells you, a smile taking over his whole face.

Your grin is as wide as his as you sit up and pull him closer to you by his shirt, kissing him as he lifts you onto his lap. You kiss until you’re out of breath, not wanting to let go of each other.

“We need to make you cum before they pick us up, but we can make out all you want after,” you climb off his lap and sit back between his legs. “Okay,” he breathes, not sure if having your mouth on his lips or on his dick is going to feel better. He probably loves both.

Neither of you has stopped smiling and Peter can’t look at you for too long, the happiness is too intense to believe, it’s making his cheeks hurt.

He holds one of your hands, both of you smiling like crazy, and you take him into your mouth, warm and wet pleasure enveloping him. He licks your palm this time as you hold it in front of his mouth, using your hand to focus on his balls.

“Fuck, you’re incredible,” Peter whispers as you maintain eye contact while his cock disappears in your mouth, your tongue on his sensitive vein, and it makes Peter moan louder than he expected.

You hum against his skin, lips wrapped around the head of his cock, wet and sensitive. Your hand speeds up around the length of him as your lips stay spread around the tip, taking only a bit of him, but it’s more than enough to make pleasure bubble up in his whole body.

“Oh my god, I need to, fuck I’m gonna–” he tries to warn you but you want him to cum in your mouth, jerking him off so his cum lands on your tongue, white splatters of him coating it and he moans at the mere sight of it as his orgasm pulses through him.

You swallow and take him into your mouth once more to make sure you get every last drop of him, and he can’t believe the’s going to be experiencing this regularly from now on, not to mention how he can repeat what he did last night, over and over and over.

But what he’s even more excited about is that he gets to kiss you, hold you close, and know that you like him the same way he likes you. You pull his shorts back up and he lifts you immediately, peppering your face with kisses, your wonderful laugh blessing his ears.

When he tries to put his feelings into words though, it’s not as easy as he feels it in his heart, “I’m so… I…” he sighs; he was able to tell you how much he likes you only a few minutes ago and he doesn’t intend to leave it at that.

“It’s okay,” you put a hand on his cheek, looking into his eyes as if he’s the only thing that matters, “Me too.”

Peter’s phone rings with a call telling him that you can go outside now to be taken back home.

Before you get up, you share a look that says more than words can. You can’t wait to see what the future holds for you two, simply happy that you get to be with each other.

#peter parker x reader #peter parker smut #peter parker x you #they at the hotel motel holiday innn #and also why you over there looking at me? (…) let‘s take it to the hotelllll #peter parker x y/n #peter parker #peter parker friends to lovers #i literally forget how tags work every time I post a fic... what else can I tag this as lmao #(also why does the summary lowkey sounds creepy jhsjskj)

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looseratinthegarage · 2 years

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Hi! I've been thinking about this for awhile but how would slashers survive an zombie apocalypse with or without a s/o?

Slashers in a zombie apocalypse

Omg I had sm fun writing this!!

Michael Rz

•Terrified. Undoubtedly. Terrified. But! Would do remarkably well! He’d dig a hole somewhere and call it home.

•he’s a big man so food is an issue. But he manages.

•would have constant adrenaline if he has a s/o. He wants to protect you and keep you safe. If you die, especially if it’s because of him, he’ll…. He’ll walk unarmed into a swarm of zombies and fight them with his bare hands. Once he is inevitably turned, his body will wreak havoc while his mind is finally put to rest.

Michael Og

•lil man would be fine. He’d pick a house to make a base in and board it up.

•if the zombies are drawn to noise he’ll be totally okay. Dude doesn’t speak and is so quiet walking around. There’s no way he’d gain their attention…. Unless his unbathed stench brought them…

•I think he’d kill a bunch of zombies…. and eat them. Therefore turning into one. Unlike someone else on this list, he wasn’t trying to fuck around, he just needed food and went nom nom.

Jason

•Now this one’s interesting! Are we talking about zombie Jason? Or living?

•Zombie Jason is a fucking unit and would turn the most people. The only drawback is he kills extremely violently, he rips his victims apart, aka he makes a lot of crawlers or immobile zombinos.

•Living Jason I think would get very overwhelmed. He’d use his machete and or some sort of long ranged weapon that isn’t a gun.

•He’d do well for a long time, but Pamela would call to him from the other side, but only if he was alone or if y/n had been infected/died. He’d cradle his mom's head and possibly his s/o or a belonging of theirs and bury himself in the earth.

Hewitt Family

•Thomas goes into sheer panic. But less panic when he remembers how far from civilization they live.

•Thomas, Hoyt, and Monty if it’s before that even cut Thomas gave him will work together to make huge scrap metal and wood walls on the perimeter of their property.

•Luda Mae goes up into the attic to find scraps of cloth, old guns, and other helpful stuff. She’ll be handling the house and cooking as she normally does, while Thomas, Hoyt and again, maybe Monty, will patrol the perimeter.

•The tea lady moves into the Hewitt estate, and Henrietta brings her trailer into the encased property.

•they’re very stressed about how they’ll be able to provide food for everyone. They’ll turn one or more of the fields into crop land. Luda Mae, Thomas, Monty, and Henrietta will work the fields as well. Not Hoyt. Never Hoyt. I think he’s worried about breaking a nail.

•Long story short, I think they’ll do very well for themselves.

Sawyer Family (-choptop)

•Almost a complete disaster. Nubbins has a zombie chained up outside, he’s been calling it his gross dog. Drayton and Bubba tried to build a wall around the house, but couldn't do it by themselves. Bubbas panicking because they’ll have to eat his pet chicken. Drayton is taking his stress out on everyone. Grandpa is god knows where, no one’s remembered to check on him.

•Yeah they don’t make it.

Freddy

•he would either do amazing or instantly get turned, no in between.

•I think he’d bite a zombie- “how ya like that bitch” and then turn…. Like an idiot.

•Undead Freddy is far more nightmarish than living Freddy. Yuck!

•or on the other hand would kick some undead ass.

•his powers wouldn’t really help him? If my memory serves me well, the more people fear him, the more power he has. Zombies can’t feel fear, there’s only one thing they think about nom nom. Hence he’d have to use his claws or another weapon.

Yautja

•100% fine. Out of all of the boys, he’s good. Like- he’s going to be completely fine. Bruh doesn’t even live on this planet.

•He’ll make sure there’s not a scratch on his s/o, and gods forbid you get infected he can easily cure you with yautja technology.

•they can’t infect him, cus he’s, ya know, a fucking alien. So even if they do bite him, he’ll just be more pissed off then anything.

•He’s not worried about it, he can hop in his ship and just leave. Depending on your mate, he might let you bring family or close friends with you both. He’s not going to be happy about it. But he’ll allow it. Will also allow pets…..hesitantly….

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octo-hyacinth · 2 years

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HI HELLO IT’S OKAY UWU It’s me, your friendly neighborhood chronically ill anon who made the request!🖤 The request was for dorm leaders(with Malleus and Idia replaced with Jamil and either Rook or the Leech Boys) and how they would be with a Prefect S/O who’s chronically ill(weak due to back/joint pain, struggles to exert themselves too hard as it causes trouble breathing, has dizzy spells and nausea, etc.)but does their best to manage it and keep a positive outlook, even on the rough days!

Hello, my lovely anon! thanks so much for the requests, anddd im sorry if these hc’s don’t really apply to you, but i promise i tried bc you deserve to be comforted by your favorite boys <3

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The Boys with a Chronically Ill S/O

Characters: Riddle Rosehearts, Leona Kingscholar, Azul Ashengrotto, Kalim Al-Asim, Vil Schoenheit, Jamil Viper, Floyd and Jade Leech

Content Warnings: total fluff, written on mobile, these boys are so smitten with you its not even funny, mentions of drugs(?)/getting high in Jade’s but its just cuz of his shrooms

A/N: guys omg i finally figured out how to get motivation to write omg [i immediately keel over and die from being scholastically overwhelmed] but putting life’s crap aside, this was actually quite fun to write!

Riddle Rosehearts

Initially very upset when he sees that you tend to push yourself and ignore your pain and exhaustion on a daily basis.

With how much he fusses over you, you’re half convinced there’s a rule about this situation somewhere, but no, he’s just like an angry mother hen, pecking at you constantly to take a break, or running to Sam’s store to get you painkillers or whatever else you need at all.

Totally wants to yell at Vargas when he hears that he was pushing you a bit too hard in PE, and you got super exhausted as a result and had to force yourself to take a break.

However, Riddle’s very proud of you for powering through every day despite your sickness and pain. He doesn’t know very many people at the rest of the school who could endure what you have without complaining.

During the evenings, he likes to sit with you in bed and have a few cups of tea while going over homework or just having nice conversation, whether that’s just how your day went or deeper topics, whatever you want to do, he’ll do, for you.

Sometimes he’ll ask Trey to bake you some sort if pastry or sweet, if you so desire. If not, then he’ll treat you to whatever you want at the cafeteria for lunch, and every time he’s fighting the urge to yell at Crowley for not supplying you with enough funds to have a comfortable life like everyone else.

No matter what, he always wants to support you and ease your suffering however he can, you just have to tell him what you want, and he’ll do it. He may be the ‘Queen’ of Heartslabyul, but he’ll always be there to serve you.

Leona Kingscholar

At first, he probably doesn’t even know that there’s such a thing as an illness that causes you nausea, and bodily weakness, and everything else. Because he kind of grew up around royalty, he was only ever around people who received the best healthcare money could buy, and never really stopped to consider there were people like you who weren’t exactly in top shape.

He never blamed you for it, though. If anything, he was irritated at whatever created you and decided to mess up your body like that. Why shouldn’t you get to live painlessly, and be able to run free and do whatever you want without getting dizzy and nauseous? Bullshit.

Always dragged you away from PE class (and maybe other classes too) to go nap with him. He tended to unconsciously hold onto you like he was trying to protect you from the illness trying to snatch you away. Maybe if you slept by his side enough, all that stuff would fade, and maybe you could sleep peacefully enough to dream about a world where you could live without this chronic garbage. That’s what he said, anyway.

He DEFINITELY yells at Vargas when he’s picking on you, no restraint to be seen anywhere. Leona’s very protective of you like that.

When you’re out and around the school, he’s not by your side all the time (can’t come off as clingy, now, can we?) but he meets you in the halls when he can, and subtly praises you for making it through the day so far.

Sends Ruggie to get you painkillers, nausea medicine, your favorite snacks, anything. Doesn’t care how much it costs, if it’s for you.

Azul Ashengrotto

Once he becomes aware of your chronic illness (and he finds out very fast. He’s a well-informed boy), he’s dropping everything to go help or comfort you at any given moment. He’ll even leave class if he needs to.

Not that he needs much excuse to skip PE class in particular.

Will procrastinate on paperwork and Mostro Lounge duties when he can to be with you, and send Jade, Floyd, or both to accompany you when he can’t. Don’t worry, they have your best interests in mind (most of the time).

Always has medication and snacks on hand in his office, and a spot permanently reserved for you in a quiet part of the Lounge for you to retreat to whenever you needed a break, free of charge! And he always told his waiters to gift you one free drink of your choice. He’s just benevolent like that, isn’t he?

However if you need to get away from the noise, the door to his office is always open. He’d be glad to have you stay with him for a little while.

He’s also very proud of the way you constantly seem to have a glass-half-full mindset in your life, even when things can be so rough for you. It’s quite admirable, really. He wished he was able to hold onto your positivity when he was younger during his own rough days of being teased by everyone else.

If it seems at all like you’re struggling during the day, he’ll gently thread his fingers through yours and whisper encouragements like “I think you’re doing wonderful today, darling” softly into your hair. And in the evenings, if you happen to be in Azul’s room, he likes to hold you in his arms, offering complete protection from the pains and worries of the world, and gives you an opportunity to relax or even fall asleep if you wish, in as safe a place as he can give you.

He’s never been so soft and open with anyone like this before. It’s new to him, all of it, but he’s willing to do absolutely anything for you, because he’s never, in all his life, found a pearl that shines as beautifully as you, and he’s not going to wanna let you slip through his fingers. He wants to treasure you as softly and as reverently as you deserve.

Floyd Leech

Aww man, does this mean he can’t squeeze his Shrimpy as hard as he wants?

It’s fine, he understands that it’ll hurt a bit too much for you, but it still makes him sad :(

Only gentle squeezes for this Shrimpy

HOWEVER given how tall and strong he is, he could totally pick you up and carry you with ease, and he doesn’t even need an excuse to do it (maybe for the teachers he needs one. But he can just say he’s taking you to the infirmary)

He’ll fight ANYONE who even tries to give you shit for not being as physically healthy as everyone else, and you better believe those guys are not walkin’ out of that fight without a couple missing teeth or some broken bones.

After he beats the shit out of those haters though, he just grabs you like there’s not a problem in the world and carries you bridal-style through the halls and away to… somewhere else. Maybe he’ll take you to the Mostro Lounge and get you some food! As long as you give him affection in return.

You tell him about anything you need him to get from Sam’s once, and he’s got that memorized for GOOD. Always knows what you need and want after that without you ever needing to repeat yourself.

Totally down to let you sleep in his bed every night if you wanted to, he loves cuddling with you at night, it’s comforting! And it helps him sleep more solidly. Down in the Coral Sea, as a general rule, if you were alone, you were unsafe, especially if you were sleeping alone. So it’s nice to be able to hold onto you and let him feel like he’s got someone with him. He’ll always be there to protect you as well, obviously!

He’s proud of you for staying positive on your rough days, but he’s there for you to fall back on if it just gets too tiring one day. But on the regular, he’s cheering you on and telling you how awesome you are for looking at the bright side all the time. Even when he’s in a bad mood, once he notices your optimism, it lightens a bit, because seeing you so bright and happy can’t help but make him feel a little better.

Jade Leech

He’s always very attentive to your needs. There’s never a moment when he’s unprepared for anything you might desire, it’s like he’s psychic.

Like, you’re wanting to leave PE class? Before you even open your mouth, Jade’s already on his way to Vargas to inform him that sadly you will be absent for the rest of the period due to unfortunate circumstances, and he will be accompanying you to the nurse’s office shortly.

In reality, you can go wherever you want to go and do whatever you want to do once Vargas is out of sight, because Jade gives exactly no shits as long as you’re happy.

Somehow he has pain and nausea meds on him like, all the time. You don’t even need to go anywhere to get any cuz guess what, your boy Jade’s gotchu.

May or may not have you experiment with some of his mushrooms to test their healing or pain-numbing abilities (don’t you worry, he would never drug you on purpose without permission, as curious as he is. He’ll save the hallucinogenic ones for messing with Floyd and Azul.)

He’s also very good at potions as well, so he may get a bit experimental with those as well, possibly adding in a few shrooms here and there. But it’s all for your benefit— he truly does want to help you and wants to get you some relief from the chronic pains.

He’s not exactly surprised you’re able to keep a smile on your face day to day— he knows thats just how you are. However that doesn’t mean he isn’t impressed at how you continue the positivity without showing a hint of wanting to break most days. He’s impressed by how it’s not entirely a façade, that you’re truly happy most of the time.

But when you’re at your lowest, when you’re in the most pain or unusually tired, he’s always there for you to fall into his arms and forget about the world for a little bit.

Kalim Al-Asim

He’s really really sad for you once he realizes that because of your illness, you can’t do anything that requires lots of moving around, like dancing as jubilantly as he can! He’d really love to dance with you, and he expresses as much with a sad, almost puppy-like face.

It sucks that you can’t really do particular things, but he’s determined to find something you CAN do that you’ll both enjoy, that doesn’t mean you have to experience any pain!

Would a carpet ride work? He wishes he could take you on a carpet ride. Hmmm.

Well, while he figures that out, he asks Jamil to maybe come up with a potion to take away some of your pain, so that he can teach you to dance!

But on most regular days, he’ll constantly tap on your arm and slip you little notes during class that say stuff like “hey r u doing ok? :)”

But it’s like. all the time. almost to the point of being annoying. He just wants to make sure that you’re doing okay enough to still be in class, and if you ever give the slightest indication it’s getting kind of bad, he’s dragging you by the arm and already on his way to the door, not even stopping before he’s saying “We’ll be right back, professor!” with a happy wave before he’s already gone with you in tow.

Makes you dizzy with how fast he’s speed-walking, and you actually have to tell him to slow down so it goes away. He didn’t mean to, though, but he’s endlessly apologizing anyway. He loves you a lot and would never do that on purpose! :(

He has Jamil whip up some Scalding Sands specialty dishes whenever it’s been a rough day for you, and makes sure it’s to your taste, whether you like spiciness or not. It’s supposed to be a comfort food after all!

Kalim’s always your number one cheerleader, and he wants to motivate you throughout the day to keep going, and is always happy to see you staying upbeat!

He’s always by your side, if that wasn’t clear. Always trying to be there to make you laugh or keep your mood up and to check in on you, and until you literally tell him to go away he’s not leaving you, he cares too much to want to leave you on your own… but if it’s solitude you need, of course he’ll respect that. He knows not to cross clear-set boundaries when it comes to you.

Jamil Viper

Not super clingy like some of the others, but he definitely gives you more attention and care than he normally would.

Cooks for you almost every day, whether its a simple lunch or an extravagant dinner he set up in his room for just the two of you. He puts a lot of thought into your taste preferences when he shares his food with you, and never forgets your reactions to anything, no matter how subtle your facial expressions are. He always remembers what you definitely seem to like, and knows how to tweak other dishes to make them even more delicious.

Despite his ever-busy schedule, he’ll make trips to Sam’s every day to get you any medication or painkillers you need. Sometimes he’ll even brew a potion for you to try and ease the pain.

If you’re tired or in pain during class and can’t focus, he’ll automatically share his notes with you and personally go over everything you might have missed later.

If you’re sleeping in his room (let’s face it, his bed is likely much more comfortable than the one in Ramshackle) he gathers all the pillows he can and makes it as comfortable as possible for you if you need support for your back or joints.

Keeps a stock of whatever you could possibly need right in his room. And if he doesn’t have it, he’s already off to get it for you.

He’s not really a very physically affectionate person, but he will massage you if you’re in pain, and rub your back or run his fingers along your scalp if you’re tired or even while you’re asleep.

It’s acts of service for him. Maybe he’s so used to serving the Asim family that it’s just become second nature, but part of him truly wants to serve you and do whatever it is you ask of him, and he wants to do things for you of his own accord as well. Just make sure to show him you love him back.

Vil Schoenheit

Always treats you like royalty. He personally goes to get you whatever you want, medicines, food, anything.

Has a night where he sits you down and just doesn’t let you move around or exert yourself, just lightly massages you with fragrant oils to release any tension you have in your body, and hopefully release some of your back and joint pain temporarily. Washes your hair with only the best stuff, gives you a facial, anything for you. Not to make you more beautiful (although its not like his treatment makes you uglier) but he does it to pamper you and show his affection through giving you attention like this, sharing his coveted beauty products and only focusing on you.

Lets you get as much beauty sleep as you need, yes, even if it’s during class. If you’re sleepy and your head starts to drop he will give a horrendous death glare to anyone who even looks like they want to disturb you. And yes, he’s usually incredibly strict about paying attention in class and excelling academically, but you’re a special case to him. He wants to spoil you.

Always is the one to volunteer to help you out of PE class (or any class) when you need to stop from exhaustion or pain. He’ll sit with you, far away from everyone else, and let you do what you want to do instead. You wanna take a break and eat? Sure. You wanna go back to the dorm for a bit and sleep? Of course. It’s whatever you want.

Vil doesn’t express the extent of his love for you through his words, rather his actions. He’d much rather show you how much he cares, instead of using words that hold no meaning without acts of love to prove it. It means more to him, and words are so limited anyway. So even if he’s not telling you every day outright that he loves you, just make sure you notice how he shows he loves you in everything he does.

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