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CL16 | Depress girlfriend ☁︎

Summary: Charles comes back to his shared house after three weeks of intense race. But the thing he didn't expect is to find her girlfriend having a relapse.

Warning: Fluff, depression, hurt/comfort

A/N: Here, we talk about depression and some things that it creates : lack of hygiene, not taking care of yourself..

MASTERLIST requests are open

Depression, that thing that destroys life.

She's under the covers, the rain is hitting the living room windows and her eyes are heavy. Her legs hurt and her stomach growls.

She would scare anyone. Her eyes are red from tears, her lips irritated, her hair messy and dirty. Anyway. She's depressed.

The door of her apartment opens, and she knows it's her favorite Monegasque.

He opens the shutters and sits next to her, giving her a big hug.

''Have you relapsed?'' He asked, softly to not fear her. His hands moving up and down in her back and hair.

She doesn't answer and puts her forehead against his shoulder. She feels tears coming back in her eyes and cry, again. She sob uncontrollably, her body shaking and releasing all the stress she accumulated during the few weeks ago.

His grip around her gets tighter and he puts his cheeks against her hair, knowing that he just has to wait to let her calm down. He keeps rubbing her back until she finally manages to cry less. She separates from him, keeping her head down and can't even look at him in the eyes.

''I-I'm- sorry..'' She said with a weak and shaky voice. Charles put his hand on her cheek, lifting her head up.

''Mon amour.. There is nothing to be sorry about..'' She restarted to cry like a little baby. Charles kissed her tears until they finally stop.

''Have you taken your medicines princess?'' He asked her, trying to not put pressure on her.

She shakes her head as a no. His eyebrow frowned.

''Why bébé ? Talk to me please..'' He stoked her hair with his right hand, keeping his left hand on her cheek.

''I-I..'' She gibberish, tears coming back in her eyes.

''It's ok.. take your time..'' He tries to reassure her and make her talk to him. He hates to see her like that. Since she no longer takes her anti-depressants, she sometimes has days when she feels low. But this time, it's a big relapse. Especially since Charles wasn't there for her because of his three intensive weeks of racing.

She takes her time like he said, taking deeps breaths to calm herself down.

''The reason is stupid..'' She finally managed to say.

''Nothing is stupid when we talk about your mental health chérie.'' He stokes her cheek with his thumb.

''I.. uhm.. It's just that... I had a lot of homework to do and I was lost.. you weren't there to help me and it was like.. I was just incapable of doing my homework.. And I got a very bad grade... then another one... And here I am now..'' She said, trying to not sob again.

He kissed her forehead.

''It's ok chérie. It happens to have some bad grades.''

He retakes her in a comfortable hug and strokes her hair.

''When was the last time you ate ?''

She takes a little time to answer him.

''Maybe two or three days.''

His eyes widened and he put his hands on her shoulders, pulling him back from the hug.

''This is really bad y/n.'' His voice was more firm than he expected. She immediately cried again, looking at the ground, ashamed.

''I'm sorry... I'm so sorry...''

He takes her again in his warm arms, whispering sweet words to her ear.

''No no no no, don't cry chaton.. It's ok.. You know what ? I'm going to carry you to the kitchen and make you a delicious dinner, ok ?''

She nodded against his shoulder, feeling one of his arms going under her knees to lift her up from the couch. She moaned slightly in pain because of her weakness, her whole body hurting.

He walked her to the kitchen, making her sit on a chair, in front of the wooden table. She looks at him making some pasta, her eyes heavy and half closed.

''Mon amour, don't sleep, you need to eat.''

She keeps her eyes open. Charles talked to her the whole time he was doing the pasta, to keep her awake. He knows how much she usually likes his voice and his french accent. Especially when he was talking directly to her. He talked to her about his weeks. When him and Carlos went to paddle, when he was doing his track walk, all the fans he met...

After about twenty minutes, he placed a plate in front of you, full of pasta with tomato sauce. He gives you a fork and a spoon. He put a glass full of water up to your plate.

''Try to drink a bit before eating.'' He sits in front of you with his own plate full of pasta.

She took the glass and slowly drank the water, her throat hurting her.

She caught and started to eat her pasta, Charles looking at her with love in his eyes. Even when she was at her lower, when she was looking like a zombie, when her hair was dirty and messy, when her lips weren't healthy, he was still loving her.

They eat together, slowly. She feels her empty stomach full of food and it makes her feel better.

After their little dinner, he takes her to the bathroom. He undresses her, with her consent, like if she was a little child. He undresses himself and makes her sit in the bathtub filled with warm water. He sits behind her, her back against his chest. He keeps her close to him, stroking her waist and thighs. He helped her to wash her body and her hair.

When they were done with the shower, he dried her hair with a dryer and braid it. He brings her underwear, a short and one of his hoodies, her favorite one. She put everything on, without help this time, feeling already a bit stronger than this morning.

He carried her with his big arms on his shoulder, making her giggle and chuckle. He was so happy to hear her little laugh after so much time away from her. He put her down in their bed, laying next to her. She quickly hugged him and he hugged her back, his hands stoking her back. She bury her nose in his neck, smelling his scent.

''Good night mon chat.'' He kissed the top of her head, nuzzled his nose in her hair.

''Good night Charlie.'' She kissed his neck with a warm and wet kiss and quickly fell asleep in the arms of her lover.

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𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐲 - 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐝 𝐱 𝐛𝐚𝐮!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 after a long day working on a specific murder case, all you want is to do was fall asleep, next to your boyfriend.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 fluff fluff and more fluff (i know the title is suggestive but there is no filf here) established relationship, brief mention of insecurity (spencer’s side), general talk of murder and cases

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 2.4k

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 started criminals minds and i fear this man is gonna push me down a rabbit hole. im half-way season two so this fic is kinda inspired on season 2 spence

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

It had been a long day. To start off, you had been called in early at six in the morning, due to an emergency that required your presence. You spent all day talking to witnesses, finally being able to establish a profile of the serial killer you were all hunting down.

You were utterly exhausted. You hadn't been sleeping entirely well, being kept up by nightmares regarding the current case and since it had been an eventful day, not only were you physically tired but mentally as well. What you were all currently dealing with wasn't the most brightening topic, which caused your energy to be drained quickly. Your body begged for a nap and so did your brain.

Since the serial killer was attacking through the city of New York, you and the BAU team were being situated at some random hotel while you stayed the week in order to get some advances on the case. The end of your shift was intended to be around seven thirty, but Hotch asked you to stay behind and help JJ with a few files along with Morgan. Being the person and colleague you were, you agreed without protest.

Those extra two hours were even longer with the never ending teasing of Morgan. Which varied from anything to everything, you knew how Morgan was. Being one of the youngest members on the team, he called dibs on the big brother role, which included the full package deal. Teasing, over-protectiveness, all of it.

It was now ten PM as you walked into the hotel lobby with him and JJ, chatting endlessly about some irrelevant topic your head couldnt entirely latch onto. Your heels were pulsating and you desperately needed to stretch out your back since it was incredibly cramped due to being hunched over for so long. You grimaced as you put a hand on your lower-back.

"Don't tell me you're getting back problems. At your age?" Morgan started. You glared up at him.

"No, these hotel mattresses are utter crap and I slept in some weird position last night." You looked over at the secretary that was eyeing you, unamused. You winced, feeling embarrassment seep into your chest as Morgan and JJ snickered quietly beside you. You smiled awkwardly and waved politely.

"Looks like someone's past their bedtime" He said patting your head. You glared and swatted his hand away.

"I'm not gonna even fight you on that since all I want to do right now is sleep." JJ checked her watch and elbowed Morgans side.

"We should probably go get some rest too," She stated, pointing her head in the opposite direction of the lobby. The room distribution had been messed up upon arrival, leaving half of the team on the left side of the building and the others on the right. "You need Morgan to walk you to your room?"

"I think I can make it to the second floor," You shook your head, laughing to yourself. "But thanks tough guy. Besides, Reids probably still up waiting for me."

They nodded to themselves and with one final goodbye, headed off to their rooms in the other direction. You turned and made your way to the elevator. Once inside, you closed your eyes and sighed heavily. Your head was pounding and your legs desperately begged you to stop moving them.

The elevator came to a stop and you pushed yourself off the wall, waiting for it to open. Once it did, the eerie setting of the empty hallways settled in. Of course your job was bound to leave you with an unsettling feeling of being alone, but you weren't going to ever live down letting Morgan walk you to your room. You quickly made your way to the door of the hotel room you shared with Spencer, slipping the keycard out your back pocket and opening the door.

Once inside, you slid off the heavy coat that hung on your shoulders and hung it on the rack near the door. You heard the sheets shuffling in the room. "Y/N?"

"Hey Spence," You said, walked into the hallway and leaning against the wall that pointed towards the room. "It's me."

You took a look at the sight in front of you and smiled happily, knowing only you had the pleasure of seeing Spencer like this. His back was propped up against the headboard, hairs flying across his forehead showing the contrast between his usual somewhat tamed hair. He had his glasses on and some book he had decided to read in his hand, allowing the small bulb of the nightstand lamp to give him some light to be able to see. You smiled his way tiredly as he looked over at you, setting his book down.

"You're back late," He stated. You let your head drop as you laughed.

"Me, JJ and Morgan were at those files longer than expected, I'm exhausted." You said. He patted the spot next to him.

"Then come sleep," You pushed yourself off the wall.

"I will, let me change and I'll be right with you,"

You turned and grabbed your cotton shorts and long sleeved shirt you usually used to sleep in. Some would debate the actual benefits of sleeping in shorts in New York winter were zero to none. Spencer had done so the first night you arrived, giving you all the reasons it wasn't beneficial and how likely you were to catch a cold. You fought back by explaining how you hated sleeping in long pants, you always had, no matter how cold it was. Besides, his body temperature was enough to heat up the whole bed, which was another beneficial reason to wearing shorts to sleep. Why avoid the cold when you had your very own personal human heater?

You looked at yourself in the mirror, failing to avoid the bags that were beginning to appear beneath your eyes. You quickly slipped off your turtleneck, sweater and jeans and put on your sleeping clothes. Once done, you left the bathroom, turning off the lights and closing the door behind you. As you made your way to Spencer's side of the bed, you pulled your hair out of the low bun it sat in.

When you began climbing into bed, Spencer threw the duvet cover backward, allowing you to climb in and rest yourself soundly between his legs, laying your head against his chest.

The comfortable surface of his sturdy yet soft chest was way more comfortable than the mattress, you just hoped you weren’t squishing him. The silence that surrounded the two of you was enough to put you to sleep in that very moment.

Spencer tossed his book onto the nightstand, slipping his glasses off his face as he quickly turned his attention to you. You placed your palms flat against his chest and rested on your chin, allowing yourself to look up at him with a tired smile.

"Hi." You said. He reached over, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and smiling down at you with his infamous dopey smile.

"Hi," He said back, smile growing wider. "Were those extra two hours hard to sit through?"

"Don't even," You groaned. "You were so lucky Hotch didn't grab you to help with those files. You also have no idea how jealous I am of the fact that you've been lying in bed since eight,"

He stared at you empathetically, letting his hand linger around your face, tracing patterns on your jaw while you looked up at him with big tired eyes. "Jealous of me? Being able to lay in these mattresses?"

You giggled. "Thats true, you're much more comfortable."

He let him thumb linger across your cheek, looking across your face lovingly. You closed your eyes and basked in the comfort of his gaze.

You and Spencer had been dating for over a year now. The two of you met when you became part of the BAU not long after he had started. Initially, you had gotten along so well in the begging due to how close the two of you were in age, but then it started shifting into something beyond that.

Every second spent with him would make you feel at peace. Working in the FBI had always felt so loud, but since you started working alongside Spencer, things became a little more quiet and less stressful. You loved spending time with him, and becoming best friends with him wasn't something that took long. You two were very similar after all. Before you knew it, you started seeing him outside of work, weekends, the majority of time was spent beside him.

It took a while for him to make a move, given since he wasn't the most socially outgoing person. It didn't take long for him to become your friend, but the second the two of you realized things were moving beyond a friendship, he'd become a rambling mess in the matter of seconds by just sharing a simple conversation with you. You found it extremely endearing realizing how much of an effect you had on him.

It took time but eventually, as your relationship began and you started spending time with each other in different ways, and getting to know each other on more of a romantic level. With time, he got more comfortable with himself and your growing relationship.

You gave him boost of confidence that no one else was able to cause. And slowly falling in love with him was probably one of the best things you've gone through.

Spencer leaned down and placed a soft kiss on your lips, savoring any and every second he could with you. You sighed happily into the kiss, sensing how all your muscles began resting at his touch, how your body began feeling featherlike.

You pulled away, pecking his lips two more times just for desperate measures. "I missed you."

He hummed, placing a small kiss on your forehead before allowing his hands to travel down the side of your ribcage and onto your back. You hummed lowly, letting your eyes flutter close as you let him trace small patterns on your back with his fingernails. Your body suddenly covered itself in goosebumps, feeling nothing but overwhelming pleasure seep into every muscle and joint in your body. It made your heart flutter and swell, feeling how light his fingers danced across your skin and how gentle he was with you.

It had taken a lot for Spencer to open up to physical touch. You knew there was a side of him that loved being connected to you through any sort of physical contact, wether it be holding his hands, a kiss on the cheek, linking your arms together, saying hi in the morning with a hug or a soft peck. But his insecurities in the beginning of the relationship prevented him from letting that side show.

With time and patience, and lots of reassurance on your side, physical contact with you began nearly as necessary as breathing to Spencer.

Spencer always enjoyed giving you back scratches. He loved how your body immediately fell into his when he dragged his fingers along your back. He sometimes grabbed your arm to himself and traced patterns across while you were watching movies or when you woke up. There won’t be a day he forgets to greet you at your desk before heading to his own, despite always trying to avoid being seen by Morgan, who’d tease him endlessly, which is ultimately why he decides to keep his relationship with you far away from your coworkers. And so do you.

As much as everyone knew you were happily together, it wouldn’t be the same having every interaction scrutinized in both of your workplaces.

Nevertheless, he’ll always bend over your slouched position on your desk chair and say hi. He’ll let his hand linger on your back and trace repetitive circles almost always while you talked to him. Even if it was just thirty seconds, your body responded incredibly well to his soft touches.

His back scratches was just what you needed. Spencer was extremely good at reading you, and he responded to your needs in a way no one else had ever managed to. He knew that you looked more than exhausted when you got to the hotel room.

Right now, with his hands trailing around your tired body and aching back, you could practically feel yourself purring. His hand travelled along your shirt, reaching up beneath it to scratch your back without the layer of fabric, knowing you loved it even more. When he felt your body deflate he chuckled softly to himself.

"This is nice," You mumbled quietly, sighing contently.

"Did you know that when someone cratches your back, your brain releases Serotonin?" He started. You looked up at him with a wide smile as his hand continued traveling along your back.

"No, I did not."

"It's a neurotransmitter that promotes positive feelings. Our skin is abundant with sensory receptors which are called mechanoreceptors. When stimulated, specifically by human touch, they send signals to the brain which triggers pleasurable sensations. It's kind of like a light therapeutic touch, some people even call it scratch therapy." His hands traveled mindlessly, along with his words as he gazed up at the ceiling.

"Its primary purpose is to enhance one's mood for the better since it mainly releases endorphins and serotonin, hormones that tend to fight off cortisol. It's also said to relieve muscle tension, since the repetitive motion stimulates the natural release of these mood-boosting hormones. Your muscles respond and alleviate all the discomfort and stiffness on their own."

"Most importantly, it mimics gestures of affection and care. This specific type of touch motivates a sense of connection which can foster trust and bonding. Most people turn to this form of therapy because of how soothing the sensation can be both mentally and physically." He looked down at you only to find you watching him with all the affection you could possibly find in yourself.

"So thats why you always scratch my back, huh?" You pointed a finger at him and he smiled down at you, shrugging.

"Maybe,"

Spencer rambling about anything and every topic you could bring up was about your favorite thing about him, because unlike many people who knew him, you actually listened and soaked up every single word he said. Hell, you learned more with him in the past year than the first five years of your adulthood.

Watching him talk, and sound so clever and smart while doing so was something you immediately loved about him.

"I love when you go all wikipedia on me," You kissed the corner of his jaw and positioned yourself sound against his chest. He let out a low laugh as one of his arms held you against his chest while the other continued its repetitive patters. "Don't you dare stop with this scratch therapy stuff, I was just starting to feel that one knot in my back disappear."

He kissed the crown of your head as you began slipping off into your deep sleep. "Wasnt going to."

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"THE PERFECT GIRL." - lovestruck! satoru x gn! reader.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ trope: friends to lovers.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ genre: fluff.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ content includes: confessing, hand holding, hugging, and more.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ a/n: this is my first fanfic! hope i did good! <3

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ song: the perfect girl - mareux.

satoru first found out he felt lovestruck towards you when you helped him out with something, and when you smiled at him, saying `you're welcome.` while smiling, his heart pounded so hard in his chest that he felt like it would fall out. he had to admit, you were maybe the prettiest woman he had ever seen in his eyes, the prettiest smile, everything about you was the prettiest in his eyes.

one time when you two were hanging out together, at some sort of a festival, you guy`s kept getting sweet foods, savory foods, played games, and all you guy's did was smile and giggle at each other, and satoru thought you were the key to his heart.

"she's so pretty, so beautiful, so, so-" his thoughts were mainly all about you, his romantic feelings for you, he wanted to be more than friends, if that wasn`t obvious enough yet.

"hey, satoru! wanna go play that game over there?" you pointed your finger at the game with the little pac-man arcade machine. he smiled while saying a simple of course!, so you guy`s rushed towards the pac-man machine. once you inserted the tickets to play the game, you guy's took turns playing. after a few turns, satoru tapped your shoulder, as if wanting to have some sort of a conversation.

"hey, can we talk.. in private?" he said, trying his best to put a smile on his face. you looked up at him with a confused face, as if asking `what are you talking about?`. you still, put a smile on your face before replying.

"sure." you guy`s then walked somewhere more private for this conversation. once you guy`s found somewhere more private, like an alleyway or something. you guy`s then stood across from each other with serious, straight faces. then, after some awkward silence, satoru finally spoke up, taking a deep breathe.

"i have something to.. confess?" satoru said, taking yet, another deep breathe, kind of hesitating to say what he was gonna say, thinking you wouldn`t feel the same way as him.

"i like- no, i love you." you still had a straight face, just all that was really different about your expression was the widened eyes on your face. after some silence and thinking, you took both of his hands in yours, smiling with a dash of blush covering your cheeks.

"oh satoru... i like you too, but please, don`t be so hesitant about this.." your smile was so evident to his heart, he couldn't stop from hugging you lovingly, yet so tightly. he buried his face into your shoulder, kind of near the side of your neck.

"thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you." was all satoru could murmur out of his mouth, he was so evidently happy at this very specific moment.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ thank you for reading. reblog's, likes, comments and follow's are appreciated greatly!

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ sincerely, aiya.

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How Gyutaro would like to cuddle

I spend an ungodly amount of time thinking about him and have so many cuddle headcanons so here we go

(Some of these were written at like 12 am in the description of literal music playlists durring my phones downtime but I did my best to spell check and make them fit)

• First off, Gyutaro would probably not be big on physical touch at first. He grew up his whole life only ever either giving his sister physical affection to keep her healthy/happy, and most physical touch he felt was abusive. So naturally relationships would be harder with him especially in the touch department.

• It will probably take months or years to get him ready to actually snuggle for hours, so work up to it!

• It would probably start off with hand holding. Gyutaro’s hands are pretty big, and usually rather cold. Even if they are a bit rough and calloused you still loved holding them even if it was just for a minute or two to help him feel comfortable.

• Like I said before it would take a while, but eventually after working up to hugs it would probably go faster after he realized how nice it was to be able to hold you.

• He will ALWAYS be a big spoon. Not just because he’s probably bigger, but for two main reasons. One being his spine, he knows it would most likely be uncomfortable and he doesn’t want you to be uncomfortable.

• He also likes being able to hold you close and have his arms wrapped around you. Gyutaro cares immensely for his loved ones and he always wants to be able to protect and or watch over them. So the same goes for you, he wants you close.

• it’s not always necessary but he also enjoys placing his chin on top of your head when he spoons you. It makes him feel closer, he likes being able to feel and smell you better to know you are close. You make him feel relaxed and comfortable.

• even if he is a demon and he doesn’t necessarily need to sleep (or maybe they just can’t?? Idk) he will lie there all night long just to make sure that you are close and safe while you rest.

• He gets nervous when you rest your head on/by his chest. Gyutaro was never upset about his looks after a certain amount of time and even took pride in how he could scare off or disgust others.

• But when he’s around people he loves he’s a bit more insecure about his deformities or different looks as shown when Daki yells at him.

• He doesn’t want you to be uncomfortable on his chest because of how skinny he is and his ribs. Even if you tell him you don’t mind, he will still internally worry. He knows it’s not his fault he can’t get any meat on his bones; but he still wishes his body was more comfortable for you.

•If there is any part of Gyutaros body he actually likes and or prefers with affection, it’s his hands.

• He has always been prone to hand holding since Ume was little and they were human in order to keep her close and safe. Hand holding lets Gyutaro know that you are close and safe, and that is something he appreciates down to an unconscious level due to his human life he had long forgotten.

• Another thing he likes is definitely how he can use them to rub your back, cup your cheeks, or pet you and run his fingers through your hair. Whichever thing you prefer, all of those are things he very much enjoys.

• He's a demon, sure, but with that spine and slouch? He gets back pain like hell and he never wants you to experience it so back rubs help him be at ease that you are comfortable.

• Cheek holding/caressing? Something he does with Daki to help her calm down and feel better when she is upset. It always helped her and even though she can be a bit bratty about touch when it’s outside of comfort or battle, he always appreciates how his hands seem to help both her and you calm down.

• He loves how comfortable you look resting your head in his palms, so please by all means if you want to do that then just tell him, he will love it!!

• Playing with your hair? He raised a little girl and still looks after her, of course he knows how to handle and care for hair. He is always super gentle, making sure to not tug on a single hair you have.

• Like stated before, Gyutatos top priorities are keeping you and Daki happy and comfortable. So if you want to be petted or have your hair played with? Consider it done.

• Speaking of hands, he LOVES yours. Making sure you are close and alive is of course one reason discussed before.

• It is no exaggeration to say Gyutaro grew up with no affection at all, the most he got was when he was parenting Daki. And becoming a demon only made those gestures more lacking.

• After getting comfortable with touch, his favorite things are when you scratch his head gently or when you run your hand along his spine.

• He doesn’t want to gross you out or make you uncomfortable with his monstrous form, but if you want too? He is more than happy to oblige.. he loves how delicate and soft your hands are, and how much care goes into you being so gentle with him. It helps him with his back feeling uncomfortable since he’s always slouching

• He knows you know he is an upper rank demon who would be fine even if you did accidentally hurt him.. yet you still did everything you could to make sure he never even felt the slightest bit of discomfort.

• His hair might be messy and dirty, so help him wash it out and brush it will you? He might complain but he does appreciate it and secretly enjoys every single second of the domestic care you give him. Such sweet and small gestures are foreign to him and make him feel so soo loved.

• He was usually the one running his hands through someone else’s hair or patting them, and it didn’t take long for him to realize he enjoyed receiving that treatment just as much as giving it.

• Gyutaro usually isn’t aware of when he scratches his skin, let alone when it bleeds. He could care less usually, as if it mattered. It would just grow back. But.. with you.. it’s different.

• Gyutaro knows how poisonous his blood is, he has seen how it harms others. Whenever you two snuggle or are even remotely close he is hyper aware of any scratching or urges.

• Even if in a situation you were immune or it didn’t hurt you, he wouldn’t want to risk it. He also wouldn’t want to risk upsetting you by getting you messy with his own blood or ruining your clothes.

• Gyutaro can and will do every little thing possible to ensure your absolute safety when he is with you.

• Despite his lack of knowledge on affection and or romance, he still has his own special ways of expressing his love.

• Just like he does with Daki, he understands that you might not understand why he does what he does or that you won’t even notice the effort he puts in. He doesn’t do it for your praise or approval (though those are things he would absolutely adore) he does it out of love and respect for you.

• He doesn’t expect any sort of praise in return since he never got any from his sister because she was too immature to ever understand how wonderful he was to her.

• But if you notice? Jeez, will he feel flattered. It will probably make him want to scratch himself since that is how he responds to overwhelming emotions. But he won’t, and you know why.

• Just a simple thank you would be enough to fluster him, knowing he made you happy and proud of him sends him over the moon.

• Some things that particularly fluster him are sudden kisses(especially on his birthmarks) and praise.

• He can’t and will never get over the weird sensation of your lips on his skin or against his own.

• You never seemed to find him disgusting, and even though he worried you might one day snap out of whatever you were in and realize how hideous he was; for the time being he enjoyed your kisses.

• Kisses on his forehead are comforting for him, kisses around his nose, mouth, cheeks and chin fluster him very much; especially if it’s targeted to his marks

• The feeling of your breath up against his neck, the way your lips trail soft little kisses up against his skin sends shivers down his spine. How did he get so lucky? He didn’t know.. but he would never want it to end

• Despite being easily flustered and or overwhelmed by kisses, he really truly does love them.

• And praise? Oh goodness..

• At first and earlier on in the relationship he usually will ignore or refuse any praise about his appearance, even if he visibly becomes flustered by the pet names of ‘pretty boy’ and ‘handsome’

• He ignores them because he knows they aren’t true; at least to him they aren’t.. and unfortunately they most likely never really will be exactly true to him. Though over time he becomes more accepting of it, finding solace and comfort in how at least you find him attractive and lovable.

• Comments about his skills and strength are not only an ego boost, but they make him giddy because it means you are watching. You pay attention to him enough to notice such intricate details about him, his fighting patterns, his skills in combat he’s so proud of that usually don’t get much positive attention.

• He also appreciates praise about his strength because he feels like it makes you feel more safe to know he can protect you. And even if you don’t particularly think that way, HE still feels more proud and confident because he knows he can protect and care for his beloved.

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BAHHHH RAHHH RAHHGGHHHH RAHH RAHHHHHHH!1!1!1!1!1!1!

That’s all :3

#demon slayer #gyutaro #demonslayer #gyutaro demon slayer #kimestu no yaiba #kny #gyutaro shabana #gyutaro x reader #demon slayer x reader #I LOVE HIM #i love gyutaro #he’s literally my wife #omg #fluff #fluff fanfiction #gyutaro fluff #demon slayer fluff

[bouncybongfairy]

Miscommunication

Izuku Midoriya x Fem Reader

Summary: As a new student at U.A. you are pretty overwhelmed with the workload and training hours. You're used to having a lot on your plate but this is an entirely new level you didn't prepare yourself to be at. After turning down Deku's offer to go out with a group of students to get food. You end up falling asleep while you are studying and wake up starving. While looking for something to eat in the kitchen, you encounter the green-haired boy who won't stop sending you mixed singles. You end up using your quirk to see what he thinks of you in his dreams.

Word-Count: 2k+

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Part 2 Is now up!

Being enrolled in U.A. wasn’t as manageable as you thought. Everyone warns you that it’s going to be a lot of work but you were always a really active student. Sports, clubs, honors classes, and yes the workload could get heavy from time to time but it became over your head. Now that you are a U.A. high student, you were barely managing the bare minimum. Living away from home was a bit stressful as well, you missed having your parents right around the corner if you needed them. You were currently in your dorm, typing away at your computer. Trying desperately to find filler words to make your essay 2000 words. It was Friday which you used to look forward to but now, it was the one day a week when not only your body but your mind was the sorest. After training every day after school on top of how hard the educational material makes you feel like you had nothing left. Even though you were exhausted you were trying to get your homework for Monday done tonight. You really had to power through it sometimes but it always made the weekend more enjoyable when you didn’t have to worry about it. There was a soft knock on your door. 

“Come in!” you called out. The door opens and Deku enters the room. 

“Hey Y|N, a couple of us were gonna go out and grab something to eat. I just wanted to let you know, extend the invite,” he said, crossing his arms. 

“Awe thank you for the invite but I think I’m gonna stay here and work on some assignments. Thank you for offering though, that’s very sweet of you,” you politely decline. 

“Are you sure? We're only gonna be gone for an hour, we weren’t planning on being out for a while,” he insisted. 

“It’s okay, I wouldn’t be able to enjoy it without this essay being done. I really appreciate it though,” you said, he gave you an understanding smile before leaving your room. 

You could never read Deku, there were times you felt like he was flirting with you but he was so nice to everyone. Sometimes you thought maybe you just weren’t used to boys at your school who were so well mannered. Therefore you were romanticizing how he goes out of his way to be nice. In class or at lunch, you would sometimes catch him staring. Or during training, you would notice that he would coincidentally become your partner in a lot of combat drills. You would always brush this off as him trying to make you feel welcomed as the new girl but there were other times that you were so sure he was trying to send a message. One time when you were walking back from the kitchen to your dorm when you ran into him. The conversation wasn’t anything remarkable but, you could feel like he was trying to make conversation out of nothing; like he wanted to keep you in his presence longer. Finally, when you finish the rough draft of your essay, you give yourself a pat on the back feeling quite happy. You close your laptop and go to grab your math textbook and the three pages of unsolved equations. As you got off the bed you could feel how sore your muscles were, it was as if you could feel every single muscle in your body pulling as you stretched. You lay back down on your stomach and start the first problem but you were passed out onto the book before you could start problem 4. 

When you woke up, the first thing you noticed was a drool stain on your book which you tried to wipe away. You grabbed your phone to see what time it was only to discover you were asleep for a little over 2 hours. It was 11:00 pm and your stomach was hurting from how hungry you were. You sat up on your bed and threw your old tee shirt off and grabbed a fresh one. After putting on some sweatpants and a pair of socks, you make your way to the kitchen. It must have been a tough week because the entire dormitory was silent. Other than a few T.V.s or radios playing from some student’s rooms you could hear a pin drop. You start to rummage through different cupboards and the fridge, not really finding anything. You grab a diet coke and continue looking. 

“I brought you back some-” Deku started but was interrupted by you practically jumping 5 feet in the air. 

“Holy shit Deku you scared the crap out of me,” you said, grabbing your heart to check if it was still in your chest. 

“Sorry I just wanted to tell you that I brought you some take-out,” he said, going into the fridge and pulling out two containers. 

“Thank you, here let me grab my wallet,” you said, setting the food on the counter. 

“No, don't worry about it,” he said. 

“Well.. thank you. I would have eaten something instant,” you said, putting one of the containers in the microwave. 

It was moments like these where you got mixed singles. He could have left a note, knocked on your door, or even texted you to let you know that he got you food. It seemed like he was waiting for you, to be able to talk to you in person. It was so refreshing to be around a guy like Izuku. He was just so genuine and you could tell he was never trying to act cool or tough. Which was how most boys in your class acted. He was just so sweet and kind but still could be powerful and forward when he needed to be. It was just so awkward because imagine confessing your feelings to someone who doesn’t feel the same way AND having to live with that person after. The idea of that seemed less than pleasant to you. 

“It’s no problem, I’ve forgotten to eat when I’m studying. Even worse after really intense training, makes my stomach feel like it’s eating itself,” he said, grabbing a bottle of water. 

“I can’t tell you how much I appreciate it,” you said.

“So I know you’re new and I heard overheard that your quirk has to do with sleep. Instead of assuming I thought I’d just ask you personally what exactly it is,” Deku said.

“I can travel into people’s dreams and talk to their subconscious,” you said, taking the food out of the microwave. 

“Oh okay, so Are you planning on working at Midnight’s agency once you get certified?” he asked.

“Yeah, hopefully, because our quirks work so well together she’ll pick me as one of her sidekicks. I think it would be cool to have a costume made by her stylist, she always looks so cool,” you giggled then blowing on your food to help cool it down. 

“Yeah you would look great,” he said probably before he really thought about it. When you looked up he had a deep red blush painted across his freckles. 

“Am I- or like, I thought you and Uraraka were dating,” you said, putting a lid on the food. 

“What? No, we’re not together and I just-” he started. 

“Sorry I didn’t mean to pry or anything,” you said. 

“No, it’s okay but why do you ask?” he asked. 

“I was just asking, sorry I know it was random. Thank you again for the food,” you said walking back to your dorm. 

You felt like such a coward, you were just thinking to yourself how you were getting tired of not knowing how he felt. That was the perfect opportunity to ask him but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. Not to mention that you were juggling a lot and would adding a guy to that really be helping things? Probably not but you couldn’t help how you feel. You sat on your bed and started picking at the food, it upset you that you didn’t have the courage to ask him if he liked you. You started considering if you should dream walk. Normally you wouldn’t go into someone’s dreams to pry into their subconscious but you felt like you were in between a rock and a hard place. At least if the answer was no, it wouldn’t be awkward from day to day seeing him in class and in the common areas. Obviously, Uraraka had a thing for him and you didn’t want to cause any drama or anything but at the same time if she seriously wanted Izuku she would have had him by now. You set the food on your desk and took a shower, you were still considering whether to carry out your plan or not. You turn the water to be as scolding as your skin could take, using your fingernails to really scrub the shampoo into your scalp. After rinsing, you change into some comfortable clothes and begin to start setting up your room. You don’t need candles to enter a person’s dream but you notice that it helps keep you more focused and to stay for longer periods of time. Arranging the candles into a circle and sitting in the middle, you finally began. You closed your eyes and started focusing on whose dream you wanted to enter: Izuku’s.

It was dark at first but then you could see visions of his dreams. Most people assume it’s only one dream a person has at night but it’s actually a collection of different events in your life that your brain jumps back and forth from. Taking out pieces and allowing your imagination to reconstruct those pieces. For example: if you ever dreamed that you were hanging with friends then suddenly you were at school or work. That’s your brain jumping back and forth from dream to dream. You could see in the center of the pitch-black space was Izuku sleeping in his bed, snoring away. You hold back a small chuckle before looking above him and seeing his dreams. He had a couple of different scenarios, one of him fighting a nameless villain, most likely caused by how much he was training. One of him at what you assumed to be his mother’s house, eating at the dining room table. The next one took your breath away, it was you while you were battling Momo during a combat drill. You expanded the dream, looking at all the different scenarios of yourself. In one of them, I could see him at his desk, drawing a character page about you. When he flipped the page over, he was drawing what he imagined your room to look like. This warmed your heart, it was just so sweet. There was one more scenario of you sitting at the lunch table with a couple of your friends. You were really excited to know that you were right, that he did like you. After exiting his dream and returning back to your room, you blow out the candles. Letting the wax solidify a bit before putting it away. By this time the sun was starting to rise and you were utterly exhausted. 

Your hair was somewhat dry and the dark circles under your eyes were extremely puffy. Even though you were so disheveled and tired, you couldn’t help but be thrilled about knowing Izuku liked you back. Or at least thought about you at the very least. Right as you were about to lay down, there was a knock at your door. You throw your hair into a quick bun before opening the door. Your face burns a vibrant red when you see that it’s Izuku. His hair was messy, more so than usual. He wasn’t wearing a shirt and his sweatpants hung low, showing his boxers. His eyes were squinty and his brow furrowed. 

“Did you go into my dreams last night?” he asks with a raspy voice, leaving you completely speechless.

#fluff fanfiction #fanfic writing #short fanfic #deku x reader #izuku midoriya #izuku x reader #my hero academia #ochako uraraka #deku x y/n #mha oc #boku no hero acedamia #my hero acedamia fanfic #deku midoriya #midoriya x reader #mha x reader #izuku x you #izuku x y/n

[moving-accounts2112]

Liebling | Kurt Wagner x Mutant Fem!Reader

Y/N was sitting on her bed, tired after a long day. She listened to the rain smack against the roof and windows and put on some light music to relax. It wasn't long before she heard a strange poof noise, and the smell of sulfur filled her nose. She felt a tail brush by her leg, and an arm put around her torso, squeezing slightly. 

"Hi, Kurt.", she muttered to the fuzzy blue elf next to her. "Hi.", he said back. "You look tired.", he said while nuzzling his face into her shoulder. "I am tired. Kicking arse all day does that to you.", she responded. "And by kicking arse I presume you mean getting yours kicked by Logan in the training room?", he said in a teasing tone. "Oh shut it, elf boy.", Y/N said with a chuckle. "Ouch.", he teased yet again. "Your words pain me.". She rolled her eyes, saying "Yeah, yeah. Let's just snuggle.". She felt the weight of the bed shift as Kurt put his arms around her. "Mph... I'm tired too. Should we just go to bed?", he muttered into her shoulder. 

"Well, now I'm not tired.", she said, holding back a laugh. "Seriously?!", Kurt angrily said, failing at holding back his laughter. "Now that I'm tired, you're not?", he said with a glare. "Sorry!", Y/N said as she got up from the bed. "Awh, wait! Don't leave.", he responded, still holding her hand. She giggled, saying "You're so clingy! Eh, fine.". She sat back down only to be yet again, attacked by snuggles. "What happened to you?", she asked. Kurt simply shrugged, responding "The usual. Being threatened for buying food, hiding.".

She looked up at him sadly, nuzzling his chest, saying "I hope everyone else soon learns we're not dangerous. Stuff like that, and whenever there are more massacres, whether by mutants or non-mutants, it just makes me wanna hold you, and never let you go.". Kurt pets her head lovingly, responding in a low purr, "Don't worry, Liebling. I'm not going anywhere.". "I hope not.", Y/N responded while burying her face into his chest. "Mmph, wanna go get some food?". He nodded, tail wagging as he waltzed off with her.

#kurt wagner #nightcrawler x men #nightcrawler x reader #kurt wagner x reader #fluff fanfiction

[upon-a-starry-night]

Off-Camera Crush

Pairing: Lizzie Olsen X reader

Summary: When the off screen chemistry is better than the on screen

Words: 3,147

Warnings: none

“You two just aren’t right for each other” Y/n protested

“I can’t believe you’d say something like that. How could you say that? you’ve been my biggest supporter during my relationship, What changed? Why are you acting like this?”Elizabeth exclaimed

“Because you belong with me!! Okay -”

“CUT!” The director cut the two of you off in the middle of your scene “That was wonderful! Fantastic as always but Y/n I really need you to say those last few lines with more emotion, I really want you to get into character- you’re pining after Lizzie's character, and you’ve loved her for years and now she’s engaged and you’re confused and hurt, I need to see that in your eye’s, I want to hear the voice cracks, really show me ok?”

You nodded, little did the director know what he’d just described was practically what you were experiencing, you’d had a crush on Elizabeth Olsen since the moment you had met her- I mean obviously, you thought she was pretty before but actually meeting her was an entirely new experience. 

She was so friendly and professional, but at the same time you had to admit she was a bit intimidating, you were just a small actor then- a minor character in a movie that had very little screen time but she still took the time to come over and say hello to you, she was charming and dare you say a little flirtatious -that was 3 years ago, and ever since then you’ve been following her career path like a mouse follows cheese, so it was no surprise you auditioned for yet another movie you heard she was going to be in, what was a surprise, however, was finding out you got the role and 6 weeks later you were on set getting hair and make-up done. 

The role you had landed was no ordinary role either, you were cast as Lizzie’s character’s best friend/ eventual love interest, which you had to admit you were quite nervous about, chemistry with Lizzie comes easy though, and from the second you guys had met on set she had instantly recognized you, and you two hit it off from there. 

Now here you were months into filming already on your last few scenes of the movie and you two were practically inseparable, which was a perfect match for your characters but horrible news for you considering your crush on her had not gone away and a make-up artist could only do so much to hide your blush every time you two got close. Though in reality, it was very in character.

Scenes where the two of you got intimately close like cuddling on a couch or fixing each other's clothes seemed to be a challenge for the both of you- as the directors often had you two redo those scenes quite a few times, you couldn’t help it, there was no wikiHow for how to be close around your crush and still remember your lines, although Lizzie was no better either: often stuttering through lines or standing a bit too stiffly, but now here you were a month later and though the tension had lessened, both of you knew what was coming up- your character confesses to Lizzie's during a fight and both of them realize they had been pining for each other for years, they kiss, they cry, Lizzie calls off her engagement and you set up the end scene for a sequel in a year or two- sounds easy right? Wrong. Very wrong. 

You two had been on your fourth retake of this scene and you could tell everyone was getting tired so you decided to take the director's advice and channel something personal- while Elizabeth wasn’t in a relationship currently, it wasn’t hard to imagine her with one of her ex costars- you’d seen all the fan edits, you imagined all their couples photos on Instagram, them announcing their engagement, being invited to the wedding, you could feel the jealousy in your throat and the tears forming in your eyes as they yelled action

“You two just aren’t right for each other!” You divulged, your fists clenching by your sides

“I can’t believe you’d say something like that. How could you say that? What changed? Why are you acting like this?” Lizzie retorted, tears at the corners of her eyes

“Because you belong with me!! Ok?? Because fuck- I’m jealous of the way he gets to touch you and I can barely bring myself to look at you anymore without picturing you in my arms. I’m so stupidly in love with you and I don’t know how it happened but here I am head over heels for a girl who’s in love with another man.” you paused, a sigh leaving your lips, your character tenses and then releases her shoulders in defeat

“ ….I’m sorry that was a lot, I think I should go-”

Your monologue was interrupted with a kiss- as scripted- but still, Lizzie’s lips were on yours, and they were so soft, and you didn’t even realize you had been crying until Lizzie's hand came to wipe away the tears on your cheeks (not scripted). You both smiled into the kiss, reveling in the moment before you backed away “i-I don’t understand, I thought you loved Jonathan” You confessed confusedly

Lizzie smiled softly “I convinced myself that you could never like me back so I got with Jonathan to try and get over you, I thought I was in love with him but with every little thing he did I found myself thinking about what you would have done, and then he popped the question and you were there holding the camera and smiling and I didn't know what else to say but yes”

“ I don’t know maybe a ‘no’ “ You said sarcastically and Lizzie slapped you playfully

“So…what happens now?” Lizzie asked

“I’ve got a few ideas” You smirked leaning in closer to Lizzie once again before the director was yelling “Cut!” again. The two of you quickly jumped away from each other at the close proximity, you didn’t know about her but you were blushing so hard it must have been showing even underneath all the powder on your face. 

You avoided eye contact as the director came over to talk to you two, “That was great ladies! Truly the best shot we’ve gotten so far, this is where we will end filming for the night, everybody pack up!” and so you were rushed off to your trailer to get your hair and make-up undone but your mind was completely elsewhere, you tried to keep small talk with your stylists but it was no use, and you had to explain to the makeup artist that the blush did come off, your cheeks were just a bit rosy with ‘adrenaline’. A knock on the door is what interrupted you from your thoughts, one of the film crew members opened the door once you’d told them to come in 

“Hey Y/n, a few of us are going out to drink just to destress and celebrate a bit if you want to join?” he asked

“Oh yeah that sounds like fun, do you know if...Lizzie is going to be there?”

“She said she’d like to stop by, you know she doesn’t really drink much though”

“Right right, yeah I’ll try to be there, text me the details”

“You got it!” he exclaimed before shutting the trailer door

Great, now you had to find something to wear for tonight.

–

“You know Elizabeth actually recommended you for the role”

You were halfway through your drink when the costume designer decided you needed to choke on your soda of choice

“I’m sorry what?!” you blurted out

“Well, it was more like- she saw that you had auditioned and gave her input that she thought you’d be a perfect fit for the role, turns out she was right!” they patted you on the back before walking away nonchalantly, leaving you there with the mess that was your brain, Elizabeth fucking Olsen helped you get a role…as her love interest, and here she was now entering the bar and greeting everyone… and heading in your direction. 

It reminded you of when you’d first met her, you’d been standing near a table with snacks, sipping lightly on water and trying not to mess up the make-up your make-up artists would 100% kill you for ruining. You didn’t even register that it was her at first when she’d approached the table and grabbed a sparkling water before turning to you

“Hi, I’m Elizabeth I don’t think we’ve met” Your eyes widened as you realized The Elizabeth Olsen was talking to you. 

“Yeah i- Hi, hello!” you barely managed to stutter out, she just smiled in return

“I was watching you out there, you’re a natural honestly” Talking to her was one thing but now she was complimenting you? 

“Thank you, that means a lot. This is my first time acting and not just being an extra so it’s really been an experience” 

“This is your first time? Wow, you’ve got to get into more movies, you bring so much to your character!”

You couldn’t stop the smile that spread across your face “That’s really sweet of you to say thank you i-”

“Can we get everyone back on set!” Elizabeth gave you an apologetic look and you waved her off with a smile, nothing could ever top this day.

-

You’d very obviously been wrong since now you’d gotten to film an entire romance movie with her as her Love Interest!

“Hey, stranger” is the first thing Lizzie says when she approaches you at the bar. You snort, says the person you were kissing less than two hours ago. You shake your head, it was just a stage kiss don’t get attached.

“ Ouch Olsen, we wrap up filming and suddenly I’m a stranger? Do you treat all your co-stars like this?” You receive a playful shove for your teasing but it only makes you smile wider. When had you been smiling?

“Only the ones I like” It’s physically impossible to stop the blush that blooms on your cheeks.

You take another sip to distract yourself. If only younger you could see you now.

You stare out at some of the cast and crew dancing to the lull of the music, god if only you weren’t so socially awkward. From the corner of your eye, you see Lizzie eyeing you curiously and you feel all of the hairs on your neck prick up.

You let your eyes slide over to her, her expression turning from curious to expectant. She had been the last one to talk- now it was your turn.

“So- am I going to be seeing a cake with your face on it anytime soon?” She snorts at that, a delicate hand running through her hair

“I think you’ve had too much to drink” You scoff, only half offended that she would think you could only be this funny when drunk

“You’ve wounded my D-list celebrity ego” You bring a hand to pat your heart, your expression turning solemn for just a second before a smile cracks through

“Oh well, we can’t have that” She rolls her eyes at your antics and decides to finally take the seat next to you. God knows why she chose to stand for that long in heels. 

“For your information Elizabeth,” you tilt your glass towards her “This is soda” Getting drunk wasn’t really a wise decision with all of the people around who could watch you embarrass yourself.

As you set the drink down her eyebrows shoot up in surprise “Really? So I won’t have to be protecting you from the paparazzi if you start a bar fight? Good.”

“Hey hey hey, no one said I had to be drunk to start a fight” You smile lazily at the sound of Lizzie’s chuckle. You would definitely lose in a fight, both you and Lizzie knew that.

“May I?” Lizzie’s hand hovers over your glass on the bar, and you nod your head in consent.

You watch as she takes a sip, your eyes paying far too much attention to her lips and the lipstick stain they leave behind. Your eyes follow her lips even after they’ve left the glass, flashes of earlier appearing in your mind. When your gaze finally returns back to hers you realize she’d been watching you that entire time. She definitely noticed. Fuck. 

You quickly swivel your body away from her while she orders her drink- the same thing as you, you notice.

You pick up your glass and take a swig in an attempt to cool any part of you, but when you pull the cup away from your lips you realize the lipstick stain is centimeters away from where your lips had just been. Shit, you almost shared an indirect kiss with her.

It didn’t matter that you’d actually kissed her hours ago- that was staged, this was different. Suddenly the air felt tighter and hotter than as was expected in a bar with bodies colliding with one another.

“y/n?” The soft voice pulls you out of your panic, you turn to see confused eyes staring back at you. Shit now you’ve embarrassed yourself, you don’t even need to be drunk to do that either.

“Sorry” you awkwardly chuckle trying to get past the moment, your brain can’t think of any excuse to give so you finish off the rest of your drink, careful to avoid the lipstick mark that mocks your hopelessness.

A moment later Lizzie brushes it off with a smile “I get it” Somehow you get the feeling that she really does understand. 

“I guess I’m just nervous about press releases and stuff” It wasn’t really a lie, you were nervous about those things. Being a small character in another film meant you never really did the interviews and promo’s but now you were a main character, and not only were you doing all of those things, but you were doing them with Elizabeth.

Your thigh warms and you realize it’s because there’s a hand that’s been placed there, you suppose it should be comforting but it was really just kind of turning you o-

“There’s nothing to be nervous about Y/n, you’re hilarious. The world is going to love you, it’s impossible not to” 

Your brows furrow at Lizzie’s words, what did she mean by that? It’s impossible not to love you? You shook your head, she definitely did not mean what you were thinking. I mean sure she’s gorgeous but you don’t even like her like that. It’s just the effects of the film getting to you.

But what if- 

Time seems to slow as you watch her eyes glance down at your lips before dragging themselves back up to your eyes, a small smirk tugs at the corner of Lizzie’s mouth.

What.

You stumble off of your bar stool, vaguely mentioning something about needing air.

You needed to get out of here.

You don’t hear Elizabeth calling for you as you stumble out of the bar, your chest is heaving rapidly, and your thigh tingles where her touch once was.

Shit. 

Somewhere along the way, the act of loving her stopped being an act. 

You lean against the wall of the bar

You were so stupid.

You were so fucked.

You were so-

“Y/n” God if you heard your name one more time from her lips you might explode. 

You slowly peel your eyes open to the sight of a concerned Lizzie, her lips are pursed and her eyes are searching yours for an explanation. 

You don’t think you can give her one.

Against your better judgment, your gaze lands on her lips once again, the lipstick is less bold due to her sipping her drink. You think about the way it would look as it peppered marks down your neck. Your body flushes at the thought. Now that you’ve realized how you feel about her you don’t think you can go back to the way things were. Not when thoughts like that popped into your head so easily. 

You only realize how long you were staring when Lizzie’s head tilts and her eyebrows lift in a silent question. 

Your heart aches to pull her in but your mind screams at you to run.

“I-” Your throat goes dry and you lick your lips in an attempt to remedy your speechlessness. The action draws the attention of the brunette, and this time you can’t fool yourself, she’s really staring at your lips

Her eyes darken, the sight of it makes your stomach fuzzy

“Lizzie” The sound of her name rolling off of your tongue has her focus back on you.

You were taking a big risk, you were potentially fucking up a perfect friendship but- the way she looked at you gave you the confidence you needed to place a hand on her cheek. She leaned into your touch, she no longer looked curious and hesitant, she was determined. 

And so were you.

You slowly pull her in, giving her the chance to back out if she wishes, but she stays there inches away from your lips, her soft breaths stutter before you pull her in.

Her lips are soft against yours, she tastes like sugar from the soda and you never want to taste the flavor any other way again.

Her hands drift up into your hair, gripping the base of your neck as she deepens the kiss. Your other hand goes to her waist, both of you pulling each other impossibly closer.

This can’t possibly be real. You expect to wake up from this blissful dream any moment but Lizzie’s tug at your hair assures you that this is really happening.

You’re fucking kissing Elizabeth Olsen.

Her mouth persuades yours to open as you two get lost in the taste of each other, the world faded away long before you kissed.

The honk of a car horn eventually startles the two of you out of your haze. You don’t back away from each other, choosing to stay in each other's embrace as you both catch your breath.

It’s then you realize how public of a place you’re in, and not wanting to share your moment with the world just yet you release your hand from Lizzie’s waist and slip it into her hand.

“I think we should get back to the hotel or I might have to be the one who saves you from the paparazzi” 

Lizzie’s eyes are bright with joy and mischief as you both head back to her car. 

With the way she glances at you every so often on the drive back you guess that your night is far from over.

A/n: wrote this at 2AM, somebody get me some mac n cheese and a pop-tart pls

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[goatcheesecak3]

HIII HI HI HI I LOVE YOUR WORKS AND I WANTED TI REQUEST SOMETHING WITH RODRICK?? okay so my idea is that rodrick and the reader are neighbors, aaand so one of them sneaks out to go to the others house (doesnt matter who tbh!) and they js cuddle fir a bit HLEP IDK IM BAD AT THIS anyways thats alll!!! sorry for the long ass thing 💔💔

Hello! I firstly, thank you so much for saying you enjoy my other stuff! And thank you for the suggestion :^) I'll admit, I've tweaked the idea ever so slightly, but it's still very much a cuddly Rodrick as your neighbour story, so I'm sure you'll enjoy :^)

Happy reading!

It was a cold autumn evening, you had the house to yourself and the heating on full blast. Despite the bitter chill outside, the radiator in your room was enough to render heavy pjs useless, so instead you wore shorts and a tank top. The air was still and the house was quiet, it was the perfect opportunity to get some reading done. You reclined in your bed, far away in your own world - until the peace was disturbed. You became aware of a furious banging coming from outside, and upon looking out the window toward your neighbours house, it was revealed that the source of this disturbance was your neighbour, Rodrick. He was rapping on the door with a sense of urgency, occasionally blurting out "I'll remember my keys next time I swear".

You watched inquisitively, wondering where this would go, until a second noise caught your attention, that of an upstairs window flinging open. A man's head poked out, you recognised this man as Frank Heffley, the father of Rodrick. Frank began to shout down to him,

"I've told you a million times, bring your keys or you'll be locked out"

Then you heard Rodrick's protest

"I know, but you can't seriously expect me to stay outside all night, it's FREEZING"

"sleep in your van then"

And with that the window slammed shut.

You watched as Rodrick kicked the gravel in the driveway, as he made his way back to his van, head hung in a defeated sulk. You knew Rodrick quite well, he was pretty much the posterchild for the phrase "Never attribute to malice that which is adequately explained by stupidity" - he was a couple sandwiches short of a picnic but he wasn't a bad guy. He got himself in trouble a lot, but it never really seemed to be intentional. You found yourself taking pity on him and before you knew what was happening you were opening your window and leaning out.

"Psssst! Rodrick, up here"

He turned on his feet, glancing around him with a bewildered expression until his eyes landed on you.

"What is it?" He asked

"Go to the door, I'll let you in"

He nodded.

You hesitantly opened the front door, in your thin pjs you felt the cold air smite you.

"Come in, quick, it's freezing"

Rodrick obliged.

"I saw what went down out there. Pretty rough"

"Yeah, " he grumbled, "sleep in your van" he mimicked his father, "can you believe that?"

All too suddenly you felt a nurturing instinct that you didn't know you had, and reached out to take Rodrick's frosty hands inbetween your own.

"Oh sweetpea, you're freezing! You can stay here tonight, come on let's get you warmed up."

Rodrick smiled as if to say thank you, and let himself be lead upstairs to your room. He watched curiously as you rummaged through a drawer, before emerging holding a pair of red checkered men's pyjamas bottoms.

"Lucky for you, I've always got some men's pjs knocking about somewhere, they're so much cheaper than women's" you chuckled, handing them to him

"Aw man, thank god for that. I really didn't feel like sleeping in skinny jeans, " he joked back.

You left the room to give him some privacy while he changed, and returned once he'd let you know he was decent.

Rodrick looked more than adorable in pyjamas, with his tatty little Avenged Sevenfold shirt and his sleepy eyes, hugging himself to try and warm up.

"Still cold?" You asked gently

Rodrick nodded shyly, "I was out there for about a good hour before I stopped calling and just started banging on the door."

"An hour?! Oh honey you must have caught a chill" you cooed, walking over until you were stood right in front of him. Staring affectionately into Rodrick's big brown eyes, which had seemed to triple in size as a result of your sympathy, you placed a warm hand on his cold red cheek.

Rodrick winced slightly, the warmth stinging his face

"Let's get you under a blanket okay sweetheart?"

"Yes please" he nodded with a sheepish smile.

You lifted up the duvet and patted the bed, inviting him to make himself at home.

He accepted the offer without hesitation, wrapping the duvet around himself and curling into a ball. You smiled at him, he looked so sweet all scrunched up with his messy hair. You gave his hair a gentle ruffle, and were about to leave him be and go sleep on the sofa, when you felt a hand grab your arm.

"Where are you goinggggg" whined Rodrick sleepily.

"You want me to stay?"

"Mhm" he mumbled, nodding his head without opening his eyes.

"Alright honey, I'll stay," you smiled, climbing into the bed with him.

Rodrick immediately shuffled over to you, nuzzling his face into your chest and making happy grumbling noises.

You draped an arm over him, tenderly rubbing his back just to generate a little bit of heat.

"Can you do that thing with my hair again please?" He murmured

"Of course baby" you replied, hearing the smile in your own voice.

As you lay there, softly stroking his unruly hair, Rodrick's sleepy hums gradually became quiet snores.

"Night, big guy" you whispered, even though you knew he wouldn't hear you.

And with that, you turned out your lamp and let the rhythm of Rodrick's breathing lull you to sleep.

A/n this is the first fic I've written in YEARS, so sorry if I'm a little rusty lol. Hope u enjoyed regardless :^)

#rodrick #diary of a wimpy kid #doawk #rodrick rules #rodrick heffley #diary of a wimpy kid rodrick #rodrick hefflei #rodrick headcanon #doawk rodrick #rodrick fanfic #rodrick x y/n #rodrick x reader #rodrick fluff #fluff #fluff fic #fluff fanfic #fluff fanfiction

[pwr3tties]

✧.* PARENTING ! - ,,

includes: sae and nagi

warnings: pure fluff, parent au, lowercase intended and blue lock boys being absolutely adorable with their children

a/n: lol i came up with this while my brother was laying on my chest fast asleep but other than that, enjoy!

SAE — ‘ daddy daughter time ’

Sae had just returned from an away game; and your friends decided it was time for you to leave the house and allow your darling husband to watch your 12-year-old daughter for the week while the five of you travelled out of town for the weekend. Though your husband loves [daughter’s name], she has just entered her terrible teens. You knew that sae wouldn't put up with any of it.

But as you twisted the key, entering the house which contained your husband and child, you were surprised to see them in the living with your makeup scattered around the floor as sae held the eyeliner with his tongue slightly poked out as he carefully applied the black ink to your daughter’s eye.

“sae? What are you two doing?” you chuckled, placing your bag on the glass table with a slight grin. Your daughter whipped her head around when she heard your voice smearing liquid eyeliner on her cheek, “Hi, mom!” emerging from her spot on the couch, [daughter’s name] sprinted towards you as sae followed behind with a small smile and his hand running through his hair. “Welcome home, love.” He smiled, wrapping both you and your daughter in his arms.

“How was your trip? Did you bring me home anything?” [daughter’s name] queried, digging through your bag in search of anything ‘cool’. sae stood behind you running his hand down your back, resting his head on your shoulder.

“There is nothing in there for you, so how ‘bout you two explain to me what my makeup is doing out here.” you laughed, swatting her hand away softly. They both looked at each other for a while, then stared at the mess made in the living room.

“It was her fault—”

“—it was his fault” They pointed at each other with baffled looks on their faces as the other accused them. “sae,” You grabbed [daughter’s name]’s face examining the small amount of makeup on her face. When you said small, you meant lip gloss, a neutral eyeshadow, foundation, mascara and eyeliner. “did you put my makeup on her?” emphasizing the ‘my.’ letting go of her cheek to glare at your husband, who looked slightly amused.

“You gotta admit, Mom, he did a good job.” Your daughter chuckled, intertwining her hand with yours. “I thought you’d be the one to say ‘no’ to makeup?” You laughed, still staring at sae.

“She convinced me to let her, and it worked.” He sighed, picking up the bag of makeup wipes. “Well, since it’s already out, how about we do Daddy’s makeup too?”

“Only if we do Mommy’s next.” sae bargained.

NAGI — ‘ bedtime ‘

Quietly sneaking out the room of your 1-year-old son you entered your shared bedroom and flopped onto the bed beside a tired seishiro. “What took you so long?” He groaned turning to face you. “As soon as I laid him onto the bed he woke up crying.” You sighed allowing your drowsiness to engulf you. “C’mere,” nagi yawned wrapping his arms around your torso, closing his eyes to sleep.

“Goodnight, love,”

“Goodnight, sei,” but this peace didn’t last long because your infant decided it would be a great time to leave his room to come and take the spot on your chest where sei was already asleep. Standing on his tippy toes, [son’s name] creaked open the door and marched his way to the bed shaking you awake.

It was 11:53, and you had a rough day, so not ready to fight with the little boy in front of you, you picked him up and pushed Nagi onto the bed, replacing him with your son. but as soon as Nagi’s head collided with the pillow, he stirred awake to see you and your son embracing each other, forcing him to lay on the other side of the bed, mumbling how the ‘thing’ was always stealing your attention.

and let’s say, the following day, while you and [son’s name] were well-rested, sei looked as if he were up all night, and he refused to talk to both of you until he was peppered with millions of kisses and sweet nothings.

a/n: first post down! a hundred more to go! anyways pls suggest what i should write bc i’m running out of ideas

reblogs and likes are appreciated! nameless blogs dni

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[blueclownsworld]

Cuddles with Shirou Ogami

Content: soft Shirou Ogami, gender neutral reader, just pure fluff, mention of death in non-serious context

Plot: how cuddling with Shirou would go if you were in a relationship

Author's note: This one's short, would you be interested in more Shirou content?

Cuddles with Shirou in his human form were already great. But his wolf form? Absolutely amazing. Just imagine burying your head in that fluffy chest and having his strong arms around you. Wouldn't even matter if you couldn't breathe, that was the way to die.

It was one of those lazy Sundays when getting out of the bed seemed like an impossible task, and it didn't really help that you had the most cuddly boyfriend.

"Shirou, we should eventually get breakfast, you know?" you spoke while laying on his chest, his arms around you. It was past 12 in the morning, yet you were still laying in bed.

"Yeah. Eventually", his low voice answered, not exactly eager to let go of you.

In a blink of an eye he changed into his wolf form, his soft fur brushing against your face as his arms wrapped even tighter around you.

"Mmh!" you mumbled against his chest. "I can't breathe."

"Oh?" he questioned and moved his hands to your shoulders and easily flipped you around so your back was against his chest now. "Better? You're not choking on my fur anymore."

"Mhm, better", you hummed and turned around again, having your chest against his again. "But I want to see you."

Soft smile appeared on his face as you scratched behind his ears and gave him an affectionate look.

"You're so cute", Shirou said as he brushed hair out of your face to see you better.

You couldn't help but to smile as soft blush spread on your face.

Shirou changed back to his human form only to trace kisses from your forehead to your lips.

Your eyes closed as his hands cupped your cheeks and pulled you closer, deepening the kiss.

It lasted for a couple of seconds before he pulled away and caressed your cheek while looking at you with smile.

"Did I tell you yet how cute you are?" he asked with warm voice.

"You did", you chuckled.

"Then I'll tell you again. You're absolutely adorable."

~

#bna #bna: brand new animal #brand new animal #bna anime #shirou ogami #Shirou ogami x reader #Shirou ogami fanfic #Bna fanfic #bna shirou #Bna shirou ogami #fanfic #x reader #writing #fanfiction #fluff #Shirou ogami fluff #fluff fanfiction #fluff fanfic

[lovelymel]

❛ 𝓑urning 𝓛ove ❜

yj!kid flash x gn!reader

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a/n :: your honor i love him i love wally west

warnings :: none i think

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“what are you listening to?”

wally’s words were teasing as he passed by your room in mount justice. you kept your door open as this time of day was often filled with crime. an alarm was sure to sound any minute.

“it’s elvis! why?” you raised a brow.

“elvis? you listen to elvis?” wally laughed.

you grinned, “i do. what’s wrong with elvis?”

“nothing’s wrong with elvis,” he laughed, “grandma.”

by now, wally was sitting on your bed, just relaxing with you until a bank robbery or something like that happened. he held a comic book in his hand, fixed on the sound of your voice and the panels of zombies.

“i am not a grandma.” you frowned, tossing a pillow at his face.

unfortunately, he caught it and placed it under his head, sinking down and continuing to read his comic. “you’re the one listening to elvis, babe.”

babe. he called you that all the time, but artemis and m’gann said he called any attractive person that. still, it made you heat up. you liked being called babe, but you kept this to yourself.

you ignored the nickname, “okay, fine, what do you listen to then?”

he sat his comic book down and brought in his speaker into the room, taking him only two seconds. “led zeppelin, van halen, guns n’ roses. pick one.”

“play a zeppelin song when elvis is done.” you smiled.

soon enough, a guitar wailed. it was a popular song. you looked back at him as he air guitar-ed like jimmy page.

you tossed yet another pillow at wally, causing him to knock over on the bed a little this time, “good pick. is whole lotta love your favorite or something?”

“yep. best led zeppelin song. the only thing that beats it is the whole lotta love i have for you.”

“oh really?” you fluttered your eyes.

“i can’t tell if you’re joking,” wally let out an awkward chuckle.

“i can’t ever tell if you’re joking,” you said.

he scooted closer to you, his jaw agape. he got up and paused the music, looking at you with his full attention. “are you serious?”

“about what?”

“the joking thing,” he said, “because i thought i was making it obvious that i have a thing for you.”

“are you sure?”

he nodded, “i’m positive. ever since i saw you for the first time kicking icicle jr’s butt i knew i liked you.”

“well, maybe i like you too.” you said, patting the bed for him to sit down next to you.

he was promptly by your side, music playing softer this time around.

“would you wanna go on a date with me later? sometime? maybe?” he asked.

feeling a new wave of courage, you planted a kiss on his cheek, “of course.”

both of you two began to lean in closer. wally moved his hand to your chin, lifting your face to meet his. before your lips connected, the alarm finally blared throughout the mountain.

“we’re so finishing that after the mission.”

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[lemontines-writing-corner]

wally darling x reader modern au series

PART 1

authors note: wally darling belongs to @/partycoffin, please support their work !

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🌀 Salutations Neighbor pt. 1 🌀

A loud soft thump can make a cat go alert once they’re awake. Except for you, too busy asleep without a care in the world, assuming you were the only person in your apartment.

The blue pompadour puppet sat up and dusted himself, as he looked around your living room. “Such dull colors. Less brighter than my world.”, he stood up and tried to regain balance. Ever since he practiced how to use the spiral from his TV, he managed to create his own website to connect with million other people.

He’s seen many faces, but most of them click off once they leave the guest book. Quiet sad for the puppet, he wanted to make new friends, ever since the show was forgotten it isn’t the same without people watching him and his friends.

Once he was able to regain balance and walk properly, he explored your kitchen. Unfortunately Wally wasn’t able to get up from the countertop to look through your cabinets so he decided to go to the mini dining room table to get up from the chair .

There he saw a bowl of fruit. Not just fruits, apples of course. Let’s just say his eyes dilated like a cat as he stared at the fruit bowl for the past 5 minutes.

“Oh right! I’m supposed to find neighbor.”, Wally said to himself in a monotone normal voice as he shakes his head and went to the hallway to see a door cracked open. He walked inside to see your sleeping figure, you looked like a worm when you wrapped yourself in a blanket. All comfortable and in a deep sleep, although Wally had other plans of course.

He got up to your bed and poked your nose as he stared at you like a cat, “neiiighbor…neighhhbor. Wake up”, you turned away from the poking thinking it was the air.

What caused you to wake up was when he decided to sit down on your chest area and legs straddled on your sides as he did his dilated eye stare, he smiled at you, happy that you’re awake.

However your reaction said otherwise as you lets out a scream and sat up out of fear, which caused the poor puppet to flung out across the bed, having a rough landing on the floor. Luckily he can’t feel that at all, as he laid there limp and confused, but more worried. “Neighbor? Are you alright?”, he stood up and went to the left side of your bed.

“STAY AWAY!”, you shouted and backed up, confused and more over scared that a puppet…a puppet is talking to you. Wally felt hurt and tried to calm the situation down, “neighbor, that’s not very nice”, he tilted his head in confusion, as he did his iconic half lidded expression as he frowned.

You rubbed your face and blinked at least three times, “…please tell me I’m not dreaming….”, you muttered as you put your face against your pillow. First a busy day at work, sleeping peacefully, now another chaotic situation.

“Well neighbor, clearly you aren’t”, he poked your hand, his hand felt fuzzy and plush like. He can’t harm you? Right? You should feel scared or at least burn him with gasoline and matches, but all you felt was questions running from your head.

“Why are you here? How did you get here? Are you going to harm me? Are you the only living puppet here?”, you overwhelmed Wally with so many questions as his eyes widened, “calm down neighbor, I know you must feel overwhelmed. How about we start with introducing each-other?”, Wally smiled and his half lidded eyes went back as he tilted his head.

“I am genuinely excited to meet you, I’ve always had a interest in you humans”, he sat next to you and stared at you. Silence was in the air and you started to think to yourself, “should I trust this puppet?”.

So sorry for the short chapter ! Part two will come out soon. As a thank you for reaching till the end take another concept art of you and Wally !

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[aiyaxs]

"ETERNALITY" - my sanemi headcanon's

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ trope: boyfriend and girlfriend to husband and wife.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ genre: fluff to smut.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ content includes: kissing, comfort, marriage, oral/cunnilingus (f! receiving), a bit of over-stimulation, dysphoria (dacryphilia), aggressive / angry sex, mention's of pregnancy, breeding kink, missionary, hair pulling.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ a/n: sanemi is a thigh person. (>//&lt;)

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ song: do i wanna know? - arctic monkeys.

boyfriend! sanemi who always has to have contact with your body, no matter what situation, doesn't even care where and when.

boyfriend! sanemi who has always dreamt of getting married to you one day, and a year later, that dream, that fantasy of his, became a true story.

husband! sanemi who always has his hand on your thigh, no matter the situation, his hand is nearly always on your thigh / leg, somewhere.

husband! sanemi who has always wanted a family.. a big family.. and that would contain a lot of sexual contact towards each other.

husband! sanemi who loves to dig face in between your plump thighs, giving you the best head known to man. lapping his tongue around your soaking wet flesh, kissing your clit, and most of it was out of anger.

husband! sanemi who loves making you cry in pleasure / ecstasy / pain, all at once. while his dick was inside of your drenching hole, and / or while his tongue was licking your clit, whatever one it was, he loved seeing your pleasureful tears, all while you moaned, whimpered and squirmed.

husband! sanemi who loves pounding his cock so fast, deep and hard into you while in missionary, looking at your face, all while watching your cherry pink, plump lips had moans of all sorts leaving your mouth.

husband! sanemi who has such a huge breeding kink that one time, he made you guy's go for 6 rounds, 2 orgasms each, resulting in cumming 12 times as he swore and swore he was going to get you pregnant.

husband! sanemi who calls you the meanest names he could think of during sex, like 'bitch, whore, slut, hoe', but he called you other nicknames during sex like 'baby, doll, love, darling', he was so meanm yet so loving.

husband! sanemi who loves it when you pull his white luscious locks when he gives you head, it drives him so so crazy, it makes him go faster and faster.

husband! sanemi who whenever its after sex, not not even during, before, or after sex, whenever you comment about your insecurities, he will hug you from behind, whispering into your ear sweet nothings about how your insecurities are beautiful in his eyes.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ thank you for reading this fanfiction! reblog's, comment's, follow's and likes are appreciated greatly!!

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ sincerely, aiya.

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[leonswh6re]

✧･ﾟ — 𝐂𝑹𝐔𝐒𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒.

✧･ﾟ — painting crusaders' nails : ( headcanons )

⠀▹ ⠀⠀𝐓 𝐖 ⠀⠀: ⠀これはプレゼントします ⠀⠀➥ SFW, fluff.⠀⠀☺︎︎ 　🐇

  ꒰  🕯⭐ ꒱    J O T A R O͟ !  ׅ  ᣞ  𓆩☆𓆪  𝅄

The chances that he will allow it are slim, but he might if you insist really, REALLY.

He would just let you paint them black.

You agree to use that color as it suits him.

Persist a little and you can draw a star on the middle fingernail!

Jotaro won't admit it, but he likes the feel of your gentle hand holding his while you color his nails.

  ꒰  🕯🥖 ꒱    P O L N A R E F F͟ !  ׅ  ᣞ  𓆩☆𓆪  𝅄

He allows it right the first time you ask.

This Frenchman lets you do ANYTHING with him, anything at all.

Allows you to paint with your favorite color.

He would admire his own nails and praise the work.

He would smudge/spoil the paint on purpose to get you to paint again.

He would ask to paint your nails, and you would allow it.

You compliment Pol and say they turned out great (Even if they didn't. you didn't want to hurt the Frenchman).

He would ask you to paint his nails the entire trip.

  ꒰  🕯🍒 ꒱    K A K Y O I N͟ !  ׅ  ᣞ  𓆩☆𓆪  𝅄

He would be hesitant at first, but then he would allow it.

You would use a red shade that would resemble the color of a sweet cherry.

He would praise your work!

Just like Polnareff, he would also ask to paint his nails.

At the beginning of part 3 we can see that Noriaki is an artist, so his work would clearly look better than the French one.

He would always ask you to do touch-ups when the paint started to wear off.

Draw a little cherry on the redhead's middle fingernail and watch a little smile appear on his lips!!<3

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[bouncybongfairy]

Bodega Dreams

Miles Morales x Fem Reader

Summary: You and Miles Morales from Earth 42 are in a serious relationship. You have a feeling that Miles may keep something from you. Your friends reassure you that you're over thinking. Although reserved and quiet, Miles isn't capable of anything criminal. You conclude that you're projecting your anxiety onto the relationship because of the book you're reading in class: Bodega Dreams. The truth will come out, whether it being thoughtfully or forcefully is soon to be revealed.

Work Count: 3k+

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Part 2 Is Now Posted! <3

It was a typical morning. You woke up and sat up in bed and pulled your phone off the charger and checked your emails. Other than junk mail and a few reminder emails from canvas, there wasn't much to look at. You pulled your hair into a bun before leaning over the bed to give Miles a few pecks on the cheek. Like always, he didn't even flinch. As you kissed him, you could taste the metallic on your lips. Pulling back gently, you saw a healing gash above his eyebrow and a hint of a green bruise under his eye. Your brow furrowed and a couple of questions popped into your mind that you quickly pushed to the side. Even if you were curious about where and when that happened, it wasn't like you were going to wake him up out of dead sleep to ask him. Not to mention how busy your day was going to be. 

You had an English final, then had to go to work directly from school; you work at the daycare of a Hot Yoga studio. Most of the moms were young and entitled. They considered the crumpled-up 20s at the bottom of their purses to be pocket change. You couldn't complain about them too much though because those 20s became your tips more often than not. You grabbed the dirty laundry around their room and walked it over to the washer; after starting a loud, you make your way into the kitchen to start breakfast. You grabbed the carton of eggs from the fridge and started cracking them into a glass bowl. Hearing bare feet sliding against the wood floors, you greet the only person it could have been.

"Good morning, babe, hungry?" you asked while stirring the scrambled eggs. 

"Why are you up so early?" he mumbled into your shoulder, wrapping his long arms around your waist. 

"Really busy day, school and work right after." you said, turning the burner off. He groaned playfully at the thought of you being gone all day. You set the pan on the back burner and turned around to face him. For a second you thought about asking him about the wound above his eye. You ignored this and grabbed his braids, pulling them to sit on his shoulders. 

"Are you coming to school with me today?" you asked looking up at him, knowing there was a considerable chance that the answer would be no. 

"My teachers are fine with it as long as I turn my work in on time. As long as I maintain my grades, I feel like perfect attendance is a nonfactor." he said, tucking a curl behind your ear. 

"I know, I'm not saying you need to be going more because you're not doing well; not at all, you have a better grade in history than me right now," you laughed before continuing, "Now that I work and everything with school.. I don't know; there are sometimes when I'm eating lunch I just wish we could spend that time together. Especially when I get home at 10 pm and you're gone for work." you said taking a cooled-down piece of egg and walking over to your hamster enclosure. 

"Alright I get it, I'll come with you today but I have to leave after lunch. I told Uncle Aaron I would go down to the warehouse and help him fix the computer system," he said, walking over to you and pulling you into a reassuring hug. You rubbed your hands down his and noticed more bruising on his forearms. 

"What are these from?" you asked, rubbing your index finger over them. 

"Carrying heavy loads of boxes from the shipment trucks into the warehouse." he said kissing the top of your head before going back into the kitchen. After you gave Peaches a bit of egg you walked over to the table where Miles had made a plate for you. 

"Have you done the reading for Bodega Dreams? My English final today is going to be a question-and-response essay. It isn't open book but we can bring a sheet of notes so I'm pretty sure I'm gonna ace it." You said this made Miles laugh. 

"You read that book cover to cover, even if you didn't have notes I think you'd still nail it." he said, starting to eat his eggs. You smile and pour yourself a cup of coffee. 

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School went by fast and not in a good way where the day feels easy. More like so many assignments and tests that you feel like your eyes could fall out of your head. Luckily for you, the only class you had left was English. You studied for so long that you weren't really nervous anymore. When you walked in, the big red marker on the whiteboard was the first thing you noticed. It read: Was Willie Bodega morally wrong for selling drugs even though he was using the money to support his community? You took your seat and pulled out your laptop and waited for further instructions. 

Miles didn't end up going to school. Uncle Aaron called him in early because the computer systems went from slow to usable. Even though you were disappointed you understood, he didn't want to lose business. He promised to be home for dinner though, which was rare these days. 

"Alright, good morning. I know I've been preparing you guys for a question-and-response essay. However, today is the last day before Thanksgiving break and I want to grade all your papers over the weekend about the same way you want to write a 6 paragraph essay; not at all. So we will be having a class discussion." The class all started the chatter in excitement, moving around to sit next to their friends. You were a little disappointed that you studied and prepared for an essay but was happy that you didn't have to stress anymore. You pulled out a pen and paper and prepared for the discussion.

"So.. question is on the board. Was Willie Bodega morally wrong for selling drugs even though he was using the money to support his community?" she read aloud, waiting for a student to raise their hand. 

"Well yeah, even if he was using the money to support people and the community it is still wrong to sell to people in the community. What if he sold to the people who are recovering, addicts who moved to the neighborhood to escape drugs? What about the young men of his community? Does he put a risk to disburse those drugs? Or the children of the people who buy from him?" The entire class whipped their heads around to see who was speaking. Just as fast as they looked, they looked away as someone contradicted that statement, 

"I don't know about that, what about the families who aren't buying drugs? Families that could have just immigrated there are trying to get their footing; Bodega helps them with everything from shoes to housing and those people aren't doing any drugs. They're just trying to make an honest living. Bodega went to school, and legally owns a lot of the community AND doesn't jack up the rent to keep low-income families out of the area." 

"Yeah, Bodega tried to go to city hall and do it the right way. They ignored and mocked him, he has every right to take matters into his own hands. It's not like he's hurting anyone other than the people buying the drugs. I know two wrongs don't make a right but if those people want drugs they go seek them out, even if it's not from Bodega." 

"I think it's weird that nobody is asking if the government is morally wrong. Willie tried to do it the right way, by filling out the proper paperwork and trying to arrange meetings to help the people of the community; they snubbed him and his pleads. That was city hall's way of saying: help yourself because we have better things to do. So.. that's what he did. He used his resources and not only helped himself but also helped his community. Yes, selling drugs is illegal, we all know that so we try to condemn Willie for breaking such a regulated law. But if he was some famous rapper you all would be like: 'he did what he needed to do to pull his family out of poverty' or 'Oh my god how inspiring that he went from selling drugs to records' I can guarantee you so many of the lawmakers that ignored him have done plenty of dirt to get where they are today. So let's not come down so hard on Willie for something we praised celebrities for doing on the daily." You said looking directly at the girl who five minutes before said 'Poverty isn't an excuse to sell drugs'. You hoped that your stare would burn her already fried hair off. 

"Very well said Y|N, very mindful to be asking the same questions about the people who forced Bodega's hand on alternative ways of helping his community. I think we've just about-" Mrs.Lawrence was interrupted by the bell ringing, 

"We'll finish this conversation on Monday, everyone has a good weekend, and be kind!" She said, dismissing the class. You were extremely relieved that this was the final class of the day.

As you walked to the subway from school, you were happy that the day was almost over. Now all you had to worry about was work and of course Miles. You could tell that something was off with him. He was never aggressive with you but you could notice when there was something different in their routine. Ever since Miles' dad died, he started working full time with Uncle Aaron, he changed. You just summed it up to the stress of being the breadwinner of the family. You did work and bought groceries or household necessities like toilet paper, cleaning supplies etc. Miles however was paying most of the rent. He didn't need to but you think it helps him mourn the loss of his father. As if trying to live up to his father and the man he was is replacing some of the dull sadness with him being gone. 

You were grateful that your relationship had only grown stronger since his dad passed. Most relationships you've seen where one spouse is dealing with a loss became combative and bitter. It was scary for you to see him break down the way he did but it was so rewarding to be the one who built him back up. Even though you've only been dating for three and a half years, it felt like you lived a lifetime together. You felt so comfortable and protected with him, it almost scared you how much you relied on him as a sense of security. It scared you thinking about how you felt without him, and maybe that was because they were trauma bonded.

When Miles and you first met it was the beginning of 7th grade. You were still living with your father who was an alcoholic. He drank to suppress the memories of your late mother. This almost made you understand his alcoholism. When you thought of Miles passing, all you could think about was how well alcohol must drown the pain out. Even if it was for a second or two. Miles lived next door, you always walked to the bus stop together. He would give you a sympathetic look when your dad would scream at you from the door. It wasn't until the night your father got arrested that things really changed. 

Your father was just going room to room raging. Incoherent yelling that was so slurred you couldn't tell if he was even mentally there. Two empty Everclear bottles sat on the coffee table across from the couch. He was so intoxicated he thought you were your mother. Things were really starting to escalate, pushing you into the wall or pressing his body so that you were trapped between him and the wall. He grabbed the empty bottle and smashed it against the wall above you. A piece of shard flies at your cheek and cuts you. That was when Miles' dad busted in. He didn't arrest him immediately, he just escorted you out safely and helped you file a police report. You'd been living with Miles and his family ever since.

After you stopped torturing yourself with the memories and anxiety about Miles, you realized you were just one stop away from your work. You looked around to make sure you didn't leave anything on the seats around you before exiting and walking the short 10 minutes to the studio. Once you arrived you immediately went back to the daycare. Before you could even set your stuff down, the morning shift handed you an infant before updating you on the day. Apparently it was quite the day, because the daycare was a mess. Toys everywhere, kids running every which way, snacks on the ground ect. You took a big sigh and started picking up toys and hushing children, gathering them to watch a movie. An hour later your other coworker Miley came in and sat down next to you. 

"You okay girl?" Miley asked, taking the baby from your arms. 

"Yeah I'm just tired, I've been feeling a lot of stress lately," you said.

"I feel you, Michael and I have been bickering lately too." she said referring to her boyfriend. 

"It's not that we're arguing more or anything, I just have a feeling that there is something going on that he isn't telling me," you said. 

"Like he's cheating?" Miley whispered.

"No, I don't think it's romantic or someone else. It's more like there is something that is weighing on his mind. He's been acting the way he normally does right before he rants to me about something bothering him," you paused and wiped a few tears out of your eyes, "I don't know, I'm just worried about him and it's causing me turmoil I guess. I feel like I can't say anything because there really is no specific reason as to why I'm worried. It frustrates me because it's just a gut feeling so I don't want him to think I'm crazy or insecure. Sorry I don't know why i'm crying," you said trying to wipe away your tears without messing up your makeup. 

"Are you okay?" One of the little girls came up to you, setting her little hand on your knee. 

"Yes honey, I'm okay. That was very kind of you to ask," you said laughing after sending her off.

"I'm not trying to minimize your suspicions or feelings but, do you think you might be pregnant? Maybe that's why you're having so much anxiety about Miles?" She asked, this made you truly speechless for a minute. You always had irregular periods so it wasn't abnormal to miss your cycle.

"I hope not," you said standing up and picking up empty paper cups that they used to give the kids juice. 

"Would it be so bad? You're about to graduate highschool and you want to become an elementary school teacher. Miles is making good money," Miley said helping you clean up the tables. 

"Let's just move on. I don't even want to think about any of that," you said finishing up the rest of the shift. 

It was 9:30 and you walked to the store that was across the street picking up some stuff for dinner. Miles' mom was working a double and would be at the hospital overnight. Which meant you were in charge of dinner. You stopped at your local deli and picked up some sandwiches with some other snacks. When walking down the pharmacy aisle the pregnancy test was staring at you like a cheetah catching its prey; like it was shaming you. You picked one up out of curiosity, worse case scenario it comes out positive. Thinking about that was making you feel nauseous, such a stressful situation. It wasn't that you didn't want to be a mother but now just wasn't a good time for you or Miles. You also felt slightly insecure about your pregnancy scare. In the book Bodega Dreams Chino's girlfriend Blanca was also with child. It made you feel like you were projecting this book on to your relationship with Miles. 

After taking an Uber home from the deli, you started digging through your purse to find your keys. Once you finally found them and let yourself inside, you began to put away some of the groceries. Your phone dinged from your purse, you drugged herself to the couch to check the notification. It was a message from Miles that read: on a late delivery, an hour or two late tops. After reading the message you couldn't help but break down a few tears running down your cheeks. You weren't mad or anything, it wasn't like he could control if he needed to work over time. You just were looking forward to seeing him after such a long and hectic day. You just needed that reassurance. You got over it quickly and texted him back that you loved him and not to sorry. 

To take your mind off things you hopped in the shower. The hot water did help relax you, like all the muscles in your body loosened all at once. You sat in the sweltering steam until you felt at risk for passing out. You walked back to the room and laid on the bed in your towel for a while. It wasn't until you laid down that your exhaustion became apparent. You eventually sat up to avoid falling asleep before getting a couple more things done. You didn't want to go to bed with wet hair and you needed to eat, the only thing you ate all day was breakfast. You changed into some sweat pants and a tank top and began blow drying your hair. Sitting up and doing something was taking your mind away from how tired you were. Once you are done, you go to Peaches' enclosure to see if he is awake. You gently move some bedding around until you see the Syrian hamster pop his head out.

You laugh and grab him, taking him back to the bedroom. While you are in the living room you grab your purse. After getting back on to your bed, you rummage through your bag and pull out the pregnancy test. You stared at it for a while, like it was a spider that you were figuring out how to kill. Somehow the anxiety of not knowing was more comforting than having the actual answer. You grab the plastic hamster ball, placing Peaches inside and letting him roam around the room. You walk into the bathroom and rip open the box, unpackaging the test. You quickly follow the directions before exiting the bathroom. 

Even if it was embarrassing you really did hope that this was just a pregnancy scare. That you were so stressed and busy that you were projecting your life onto the book you've been analyzing, studying and breathing for the past 3 months. You were on the bed, taking a video of Peaches rolling around the room. You heard a bang so loud it made the bed feel like it was shaking. Your video ended abruptly, you quickly grabbed your hamster who was equally as scared. He tried scurrying away so fast that his nails weren't giving him any traction, giving the illusion that he was running in place. You stand up and open the door without making a sound. You could immediately hear people talking, well more arguing than conversating. You slowly made your way down the hallway, you were worried that whoever was there would be able to hear your heartbeat. It was the only thing you could hear at this point. 

Once you round the corner, you were shocked by what you saw. Miles tied to a punching bag, Uncle Aaron standing there with his arms crossed. At first you thought Aaron was hurting Miles, until you saw.. him. Your Miles, covered head to toe in The Prowlers gear. The only reason you recognized it was from how many news articles and videos you had looked over. You gasped so loudly that it surprised yourself. All three men in the room whipped their heads to face you. Miles' face immediately went from practically snarling to what you considered normal. I shook you to the core, the facial expression he had when he turned around; before he noticed it was you. He starts to walk over to you but your flight instincts kick in and you bolt back to the bedroom. As you ran down the hall, you could hear the metal pieces of his gear dropping to the ground. Once he got to the room, he was only wearing his street clothes. 

"What the actual fuck Miles," you said running your fingers through your hair. 

"I know, I know. I really didn't mean for you to find out this way," he said, approaching you cautiously. 

"Do you really think that I'm more mad about how I found out than the fact that you're the fucking Prowler? What the fuck," you said begining to cry.  

"i'm sorry. I'm sorry that this is hurting you and that I kept it from you. That- I was wrong for that but, I can't apologize for who I am," he said resting his hand on your face, stroking your cheek with his thumb. For a second, you wish you could stay in this moment; the feeling of him comforting you after everything that happened today. Once you processed what he said, you left that moment in the past. 

"Oh so this is who you are. You're nothing more than The prowler? You're not Miles anymore?" you asked rhetorically, taking his hand off your face. 

"I know who I am. I'm the type of person who won't apologize for helping the people I love. I help people who are deemed unworthy of support. I won't apologize for that. 

"Are you gonna apologize for the people you're hurting in the process?" you asked as fat tears rolled down your face.

"I'm sorry that I kept this from you. I'm admitting that I was wrong, and I understand that this is alot to take in. I have to handle this though, please just stay in the room and I'll be back in 30 minutes. We can sit down and talk about all this. Please?" he asked, pulling you closer to him. You nodded your head and wiped away your tears. He gave you a kiss on the forehead before exiting the room. 

You sat on the bed, trying to take in everything that was happening. You had just seen what appeared to be a perfect copy of your boyfriend. With everything going on, you truly had to talk yourself out of the possibility that you truly may be delusional and not in the hot girl kinda way. Tears were unstoppable at this point, flowing so fast that the collar of your shirt was completely soaked. The Prowler was responsible for so many manslaughters due to careless fighting. The Prowler was feared by many, and was showcased on the news more than the Kardashians on TMZ. You had even told Miles that you were scared of being caught in the crossfire of chaos caused by this person. What scared you the most was how comfortable Miles had gotten in his lie. What terried you more than that was you had fallen for it so easy. Thinking that a villian that you so deeply feared was the same person who kissed you goodnight made you feel nauseous. You run to the bathroom. 

You vomit into the toilet, the anxiety you were having was becoming unbearable. You sat hanging over the toilet until Peaches started bumping into your leg in his ball. You redirect him and stand up, rinsing your mouth with water. Without thinking you pick up the test you were holding earlier, dropping it and throwing up more when you see the bold + sign staring back at you. 

In memory of the real Peaches; May his cutie patuti soul rest in peace

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Opera x fem!Reader (Fluff)

-tired opera, sleep deprived opera, comfort, caretaking, gentle kisses, comfort kisses, gentle words, cheesy lines, hand holding, back hugs, admiration, basically fluff on top of fluff.

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It was a boring, uneventful day. Opera was sitting by the couch as usual, sipping on his cup of Hell's Grey Tea after a long day of tolerating and managing that tiring, god-forsaken principal. He clearly didn't get any sleep last night, it's quite obvious after seeing how concentrated his dark circles look.

He looks exhausted and miserable, yet he still assures anyone who checks in on him that he is fine. He assured them that he doesn't have the need to nor the time to sleep, and that he's perfectly alright. Well, that's certainly a lie... but he doesn't want anyone to worry about him.

He slowly takes a sip of his tea, attempting to suppress his fatigue with some caffeine.

'Ring! Ring!'

He slightly flinches at the sound of his phone.

"Ah.." He sighed as he placed his teacup down gently and reached out for his phone.

Seriously... What exactly does Sullivan-Sama want from me n-

Oh.

Opera stared at the screen blankly.

He blinked once, then twice. At this point he was so tired that he had to narrow his eyes to make sure he wasn't daydreaming...

Then, it finally clicked to him.

Indeed, it wasn't Sullivan calling Opera, it was ( y/n). Opera's beloved. Opera's one and only.

His ears perked up slightly at the thought of talking to (y/n). Without any hesitation, Opera picked up the call.

"Hello?" (y/n)'s gentle voice echos from his phone.

"Hello (y/n)..." Opera pressed the phone against his ear softly.

"Opera...Hey. How are you?" she asked, concerned.

"I'm doing well.." he replied.

"Are you sure? You sound tired."

"I'm fine."

"Opera, be honest with me...." (y/n) sighed.

"...I'm actually fine though." he tried to reassure.

"You don't sound fine... Did you overwork yourself again? Did you pull an all nighter? Did you even get any sleep? Oh god, please don't tell me you're currently only running on caffeine..."

Opera remained silent, unsure of what to say as everything she just said was true. And though he doesn't want to worry her, he doesn't want to lie to her either.

"...sigh. I knew it. You're back at the mansion, right? Stay, I'll be right there."

(y/n) hanged up the call almost immediately.

What?

Opera just sat on the couch, stunned.

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A few minutes later, (y/n) arrived at the mansion. She welcomes herself into the huge building, already knowing where every door or hallway leads to as she swings by there often to visit Opera.

Since she frequents the mansion so often, everyone knows who she is. Thus, she really didn't have any sort of trouble reaching Opera.

(y/n) swinged open the living room door and locked eyes with a tired Opera.

God, he looks awful.

Not in a bad way.

In a 'he looks like he hasn't slept in weeks' way. Though, that is also quite bad.

"Oh my god, Opera..." She sighed.

Opera smiles slightly, exposing his heavy eyebags. His ears are no longer perked up and he's still holding onto his cup of tea.

"Hey, love." He smiles.

He then slowly turns around and places down his teacup. Ready to form a facade to convince (y/n) that he's fine.

But before he could turn back to face her again, (y/n) quickly ran up to him and wrapped her arms around him from behind.

Opera froze.

"...(y/n)?" He asked in confusion.

"Opera, you have to stop pushing yourself so hard like this.." She sighed, nuzzling her face into his back.

He slightly chuckles. "Don't worry about me, this is normal for someone working under a demon like Sullivan." He smiled slightly.

"I know. I know that. I know you're used to it... And I know it's normal. But that's no excuse to neglect your body and your health. Please, at least take this one day off and rest?" (y/n) tightens her grip around him pleadingly.

Opera stays silent for a moment, then sighs. "....Alright then. I'll take a day off to rest."

He turns around and gently held her hands in his.

"You know..." He rubs small circles around her palms, massaging them affectionately.

"I don't usually take a day off to rest... Well, I don't usually take a day off to do anything, really. But, I've already promised myself that if I were to ever take a day off, I'd spend it with you..." He says softly, slightly flustered.

(y/n) blinks in confusion. Huh?

"Why would you want to spend it with me?"

"Because, well.. when you think of day offs, you think of relaxation, fun and spending time with a person you love and cherish dearly... Believe it or not, you fit all those categories for me. Your mere presence helps me relax... I have fun doing anything as long as I do it with you... And you're a person I love and cherish dearly... So..." He looks away shyly.

After hearing Opera's sweet words, (y/n) gets slightly flustered and can't help but smile brightly. She held his hands in her own and interlocked their fingers affectionately.

Opera smiles and flushes a little before giving in to the gesture.

He has a tendency to give in to whatever (y/n) asks of him. How can he not? She's his one precious love, after all.

He bends down slightly before bringing up their interlocked fingers and planting a gentle kiss onto (y/n)'s hand.

He then smiles and proceeds to pull (y/n) closer, so close that she can feel his breath hitch.

He first plants a gentle kiss to her forehead, then the tip of her nose. Then, he slowly makes his way to her jawline...

(y/n) chuckled as he pulled away. He silently admired the beautiful gem in front of him as she gently caressed his face.

They both stared at each other longingly for a while. Admiring one another and feeling their love for each other grow by each passing second.

No longer holding back, Opera placed a hand on her waist and pulled her in for a nice, slow kiss.

It was a very gentle yet passionate kiss. They weren't rushing, they weren't trying to gobble each other up lustfully...

They were just expressing their love for one another and embracing each other lovingly. Holding onto each other as if they might never see each other again if they let go. As if there won't be a tomorrow.

Clearly, they are both going to see each other again tomorrow. They're just hopeless, clingy romantics.

But by doing such affectionate things with the one person he loves most, and by having (y/n) care for him.... Opera already feels his fatigue slowly fading.

As long as I have (y/n), I feel like I can get through anything...

I love her so much.

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OKAY IM AWARE MY ENGLISH ISNT THE BEST ESPECIALLY HOW I KEPT SWITCHING FROM PAST TENSE AND PRESENT TENSE BUT HEY WE GOT RHE FLUFF AND THATS ALL THAT MATTERS...

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