#i hope this maybe gave an idea of what i do aha

[spamgyu]

*Mentalizing collage mingyu for valentines day*

oh we are so back besties....

(not technically valentines day but the same idea.... aha)

College!Mingyu – Ghosting and Balloons

no bc college!mingyu as someone who lives down the hall from your dorm and you always run into him doing something questionable [College!Mingyu Masterlist]

He hasn't replied to her texts.

He always replied to her texts. Even if he was busy — reacting with a heart or the !! feature Apple had so kindly coded into their imessage.

What could he possibly be so preoccupied with that he can't even bother leaving her on read – her message staying on delivered.

She knew he wasn't at practice.

It was Saturday... at 8pm.

There was no reason for him to be ignoring her either. Even when she was on something, pushing his buttons, he never ignored her.

That wasn't the case this time. They were having a proper conversation right before he had gone MIA. Her last text to him was asking if he wanted to grab brunch with her the following day.

Which was sent nearly 2 hours ago...

Chewing at the loose skin on her bottom lip, Y/n closed out the messaging app; tossing her phone away from her with a groan.

This was exactly the reason why she loathed the idea of having feelings for someone.

She hated how much it consumed her; over analyzing every single word and action that was being said back and forth.

It had only been about three weeks since that God forsaken night. And though she said it herself that their confession's didn't change anything, it did.

Within hours she felt the sudden shift between them. She was welcoming of all his hesitant touches, allowing him to pull her closer against his body whenever they stood, not bothering to bat an eye whenever he played with her fingers — pinching the tips as he babbled on about his day.

More importantly, the shift in the way they talked to one another.

The banter still remained, not letting a single minute pass without teasing him about his spelling errors or his lame jokes he would send over.

But she also have taken notice how much softer his voice has become whenever it was just the two of them. The first time she heard that tone, her knees nearly gave out from under her — grabbing his upper arm to stabilize herself.

Just as her brain was about to conjure the worst case scenarios possible – ones that included Mingyu ignoring her for someone else.

Some other girl.

The familiar assigned ringtone began to blare loudly from her phone.

"Yes?" She answered with a sigh.

"Come out." She couldn't see him but she could tell he was smiling – brightly. He always did seem to be smiling a little to wide whenever he was on the phone with her.

"No."

"Wha– Y/n please."

"No."

"Is it because–"

"Yes." Y/n replied shortly.

She did say she had standards, and though he ticked off many of her boxes; she was sure she wasn't going to let anything slide.

Even if it was petty. It wasn't like she wasn't going to give in anyways. She just wanted to give him a hard time.

Like she always has done.

"Y/n," Mingyu's voice softened. She could tell his smile had faded. "I'm sorry, but if you come outside you'll understand why I wasn't able to answer my phone. So please just humor me this one time?"

Damn him and that stupid voice.

"Fine." Y/n grumbled, hopping off of her bed – bounding for their dorm building's exit.

She didn't know what to expect but it was definitely not Mingyu leaning against his car... holding a bouquet of tulip balloons.

This still didn't explain why he had left her on delivered for nearly three hours.

"You've got pollen allergy and I uh– wanted to ask you something." He answered her silent question.

Her frown remained as she stood a few feet from him, debating whether she would give in to his kind gesture or continue with her stubborn act.

"Would you be my Valentine?" Mingyu held out both his arms, a small pout on his face – he was hoping that maybe it would make up for going awol the past few hours.

And god was he right.

"Valentine's day is next week." She bit back the smile as she took the balloons from his hand.

"Tiktok said I should ask before the fourteenth and I– the stupid flower legos were sold out and so I thought maybe this would be better but then it was so hard to make because they kept popping and I–"

Y/n couldn't help but giggle at his quick rambling, watching him shift his weight from one leg to another in nervousness. She could clearly see how he was regretful of his actions – and considering how well the bouquet was put together, there was no doubt he had gotten too preoccupied with trying to make sure that it came out perfect.

"Yes."

"Oh thank god." He let out a sigh as his shoulders dropped. "I'd love to go get brunch with you, by the way. On one condition."

"You have conditions now?"

Mingyu nodded. "Dinner? On me?"

"Gross." She stuck her tongue out.

"You're gross!" He gasped, instantly catching on to her joke. "Unles– Ow okay ow!"

"You're insufferable, you know that?"

"This girl I'm talking to have mentioned it once or twice."

"That girl also said she's close to ghosting you."

Mingyu shook his head. "No, I just spoke to her and she said she's actually head over heels for me."

"Is she a gymnast?" Y/n replied without missing a beat, earning yet another pout from the boy.

"I don't like this game."

"Let's go, lover boy." She snorted, getting on her tip toes to plant a quick kiss on his cheek before letting herself into the passenger seat. "I want sushi."

Mingyu stood dumbfounded in his spot, feeling the heat of her lips linger on his skin – reaching up to touch where she had made contact with him.

Maybe he needed to make flower balloon bouquets more often

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May or may not have been inspired by this pic.....

#WE ARE SO BACK BABES #dont we just love a stubborn oc.... aha ._. #spamquests #college!mingyu au #mingyu x reader #mingyu x oc #mingyu drabble #mingyu fluff #mingyu scenarios

[ssa-atlas-alvez]

heyyy i have a silly little idea!

What if male!reader was the oldest Winchester brother and was dating Aaron Hotchner? idk just a silly little idea i had, Love your writing and make sure to drink lots of water!

Okay so I kind of took this and ran with it, I hope you don't mind aha

Also, reader's like 14 years older than Dean, so in my head he's John's kid from another relationship and is 7 years old when John and Mary get married (based on this timeline I found).

(I might come back to this and do another part at some point aha)

Warnings: John bashing, homophobia mentions

"Hey, you guys want to meet a friend of mine?" You asked, looking at your brothers. Sam nodded, Dean merely shrugged.

"Sure, whatever," He mumbled as he stood up. You held back a sigh, trying to remind yourself that he was just going through a rough patch at the minute. Normally, he took moving from place to place in his stride, but he was struggling this time. You couldn't help but think that perhaps he had connected with someone in Mississippi during the month and a half you were all there. Besides, he was only ten, so it was bound to affect him a lot - despite how much he pretends it doesn't.

Now, you had been in Virginia for the last three months (apparently it was riddled with monsters). You met him your first day here, he had asked for your number with a charm that made your knees weak - so you gave it to him. Despite the charges for texting, you did so every day.

Sam turned to you, "Are they a special friend, (Y/N)?" He asks quietly, unsure if you're going to be offended by the question.

"Yeah, he is Sammy,"

Sam grinned, "Like a special, special friend?"

You huffed a quiet laugh, "Yeah, kid, a special special friend,"

Sam nodded, satisfied with your answer.

"How old is he exactly?" Dean asked as he folded his arms.

"He's 28,"

"28?!" Dean's eyes widen, "Dude, he's so much older than you!"

"It's four years Dean, chill." You rolled your eyes slightly.

"I think it's cool," Sam chimed as he walked up to the pair of you.

"Thank you, Sam." You said, "But we need to keep this between us, okay? Dad can't find out, alright?"

"Why?" Sam asked, looking up at you. You sighed, crouching down to his height. He was only six, he didn't quite know everything that you guys did just yet. Or at least understand it to a full extent. He also didn't understand your dad's... beliefs, let's say, to a full extent either.

"Dad, he... he won't agree with it," You explained gently.

"Why?" Sam asked again.

"He's homofonic." Dean said confidently.

"Homophobic," You correctly gently.

"What does that mean?"

"Well, it's when someone doesn't like that a man and a man or a woman and a woman get together,"

"Like boyfriend and boyfriend?" Sam asked and you nodded, "That's allowed? I thought it was only boyfriends and girlfriends allowed,"

"Well, it was illegal for a long time," You explained, "But it's getting better,"

"Are you allowed to get married to another boy now?"

"Only in a few states," You said.

"Is that why you don't really tell people?"

"Yeah, that's why I don't tell people," You said, "That's why I haven't told dad,"

"Okay," Sam nodded, excepting this once more, "Is your special special friend your boyfriend?"

"Yeah, yeah he is," You said, smiling softly, Sam beamed up at you.

"Really?!"

You nodded, "Yep,"

"That's so cool am I gonna have another big brother?!"

You chuckled softly, ruffling his hair, "Maybe, Sammy, you'll have to ask him,"

"What's his name?"

"Aaron,"

"What's his job?"

"He works for the FBI," You said after a moment's hesitation.

"Are you serious?"

"Dean, I don't wanna hear it,"

"But he's a fed, (Y/N)!" Dean exclaims, following you through the motel hall.

"And?" You ask, raising an eyebrow.

"Seriously?" Dean shakes his head, "Dad'll go mental if he finds out."

"Exactly. If." There's a beat, "Besides, I'm a grown ass man, Dean."

"He's not gonna be happy when he finds out about this." He huffs, folding his arms.

"He's not going to find out about this, you hear me?" You said, "I already told you, no one tells dad, do I make myself clear?"

"Who died and made you king?" Dean snaps.

"Dean, I don't wanna fucking hear it, okay?" You reply, "I'm an adult. You're a kid. Now, get in the car,"

"I don't understand why dad gave you the impala." Dean huffed as he sat in the front seat.

"How about this, when you're old enough to drive, you can drive it and I'll let you have it, yeah?"

"Really?!" You watch as Dean's face light up and you nod.

"Yeah," You smiled slightly, "Now, come on, let's go."

Sam looked at you and gave a small shrug before getting in the car.

It was a short drive to Aaron's apartment, Sam had asked questions the entire way about Aaron and your relationship (ever the curious mind), Dean had pretended not to care (but secretly did). And, soon enough, you parked the Impala and all piled out.

Aaron, as promised, met you outside, smiling. "Hey," He stepped closer to you but made no move to kiss you.

You smiled back, "Hey." Dean coughed loudly, "Oh, right, this is Sam and this is Dean."

Aaron turns to them, "I've heard a lot about you two, you're brother's very proud of you."

"Really?" Sam grinned.

"Of course kid," You ruffled his hair. "Come on, let's go inside."

When you were all inside, Aaron shut the door gently before kissing your cheek. "I missed you,"

"It's been a whole two days,"

"Two days too many," He said softly, Dean cleared his throat.

"Can you not in front of us?" Dean asked, "It's a bit gross,"

You blushed slightly, closing your eyes for a moment before turning to your brothers, "Sorry, go sit on the couch and watch tv or something," You said. Dean nodded, making his way to the couch, but Sam stayed. "What's up?"

"I have some questions," He said gently, looking up at you.

You share a smile with Aaron before you both nod, "Sure," You said - all sitting down at the small table, "What's on your mind, kid?"

"Um, so you're boyfriends?"

"Yep,"

"Is that dangerous?" Sam asked, gnawing at the skin of his bottom lip.

"What do you mean?" You asked gently.

"Well it used to be not allowed so people must have been against it. You won't get hurt for it, will you?"

Your heart melted, seeing the concern on your younger brother's face and you shook your head, "I'll be okay," You reassured, "I'm your big brother, I'll always be okay,"

"But Dean said on the way here that there's some people who are really really against it,"

You closed your eyes, making a note to yourself to talk to Dean about that later. "Yes that can happen sometimes, but I'm not going to let that happen to me, okay?"

"Promise?"

"I promise,"

"Okay, good." With this, he turned to Aaron, "Are you going to be my older brother too?"

#aaron hotchner #criminal minds fanfiction #supernatural fanfiction #dean winchester #sam winchester #(y/n) winchester #john winchester #aaron hotchner x y/n winchester #aaron hotchner x male reader #aaron hotchner x reader #male reader #reader #big brother reader #young sam and dean winchester #john winchester bashing #homophobia mentions

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the komaeda bodypillow

Crossposted on AO3 | Word count: ~3.5k | Credit for divider

⋆ pairing: hajime hinata x nagito komaeda

Summary: Wherein Hajime stresses about Nagito taking longer to wake up from the Neo World Program.

There is a body pillow of Nagito Komaeda. 

Now, Hajime wouldn’t have known that before this afternoon. In fact, he probably would’ve never found out about such an item— or ever had to touch it— or interact with it at all. 

And the idea of living in that blissful ignorance sounds heavenly. But, unfortunately, it’s unattainable. The ignorant world in which Nagito Komaeda’s body pillow goes undiscovered is out of reach for as long as Hajime holds the same pillow in his hands. So, he drops it with a loud:

“Oh my fucking God—“

The pillow lands on the floor of Hajime’s cottage. Makoto and Hina laugh sheepishly on the other end of the video call. 

“Ah, yeah, I figured you’d react like that…” Makoto says, clearly a bit embarrassed.

The palms of Hajime’s hands press into his eyes. He groans, loudly, maybe too loudly, to get his point across.

“What the fuck did I just lay my eyes on?” Hajime’s rhetorical question is pointless. He was hoping for Makoto to deny what he just saw— to somehow clear everything up, to cleanse the air and state that it’s not a fucking body pillow and that Nagito’s goddamn face and body wasn’t on it. 

“It’s a body pillow,” Makoto says instead; Hajime dissipates into himself, “Of Nagito.”

“Why.” Hajime finally lifts his hands off of his own face and stares into the computer screen. His face is burning red by now. He can feel that the pillow is right over his feet and he refuses to offer it a second glance. 

“Well, I mean,” Makoto shrugs heartily and rubs the back of his neck. Hina is sitting to his left, and her grin is undeniably more than amused. 

“I noticed that you’ve been having a hard time,” Makoto finally finishes, and somehow, his sincere smile makes everything feel that much worse, “And I figured you’d like something related to him.”

“And a body pillow was what your bright mind came up with?” Hajime’s face sours considerably. “You could’ve gotten me, like, a photo of him! Or, I-I don’t know! Anything but a…”

He finally looks down. The sight of Nagito— albeit, impressively well drawn— staring up at him with a small grin makes something in his stomach twist uncomfortably. This is downright creepy. 

“Oh my God,” Hajime draws out, grimacing. His pose… 

One of Nagito’s arms is draped over his head, sinking into the drawn lines of the sheets presumably beneath him. His other arm is covering his torso, and why on Earth is the hem of his shirt hiked up to expose part of his stomach—

“Who drew this?” Hajime tears his eyes off the pillow. 

“Oh, Ryota did!” Hina chimes in, her voice fighting off the urge to break into hearty laughter.

She’s clearly having fun. It makes Hajime want the Earth to swallow him whole. 

“Ryota?”

“Oh, yeah, he was a great help!” Makoto smiles, somehow proud of saying it. Somehow proud that he supplied Hajime with something so… questionable. 

“Makoto,” Hajime leans closer to the computer, propping an arm on the table holding it, “This is not a good present.”

Makoto and Hina both break into laughter at that. Hajime’s too busy in the thought of how embarrassing this item is to own, to have, to touch. What if someone finds out about this? 

“Seriously, why…”

“Listen, Hajime,” Makoto’s laughter has let up. The smile he wears is sweet. It makes Hajime want to pound his skull into a wall.

“I know I could’ve gotten you photos of him,” He continues, sincerity seeping out of his words, “But… you can’t do much with photos, y’know? If I gave you photos, all you’d do is stare at them and think too much. I wanted to get you something more tangible. Something you could hold.”

“Aha,” Hajime breaks into laughter, lost in disbelief, “Huh? Tangible? Hold? I- You’re acting like I need emotional support right now…”

Makoto and Hina stare at him. They look at each other. Then back at him.

“O-Okay, fine,” Hajime caves at their looks, “Maybe I do. But, I mean, don’t you think this is—“

He points at the pillow at his feet. They can’t see it from the angle of the webcam, but he refuses to touch it again.

“—Too far? An entire body pillow of him? I mean, you’re acting like I’m obsessed with the guy…”

Makoto and Hina stare at him again. They look at each other again. Then back at him.

“No,” Hajime immediately shuts down, “I’m not obsessed with him.”

“Well…” Makoto and Hina start at a high pitched voice. 

“I’m not!”

“Okay, you’re not,” Makoto agrees weakly, “But you’re clearly concerned about him.”

Hajime scoffs, “I— yeah, who wouldn’t be?”

“Hajime, you visit his pod every morning and night,” Hina says, her voice quiet and concerned. It’s almost condescending. 

“Because I want to be there when he wakes up!” Hajime says like it’s obvious, but his voice sort of dies when he finishes the sentence, “I mean- it’s been—“

“Three months,” Makoto finishes for him. Hajime’s thought process freezes in place. 

Has it really only been three months? Shit… 

“Since Hiyoko woke up, right?” Hina doesn’t ask anyone in particular. Makoto and Hajime nod. 

“And he’s the last one,” Hajime supplies emptily. “I thought he’d wake up a bit after Hiyoko, because everyone woke up within a few weeks of each other, but… nothing. He's still asleep.”

Those last words come out a lot angrier than anticipated. He almost regrets it, but he remembers every time that he’s woken up at odd hours of the night. Every time that the thought of Nagito waking up anytime soon bugged him enough to go down there himself. Every time he’d stared into his sleeping face. And every time he’d fallen asleep while there, slouched in the chair he dragged near the pod. 

It’s been happening a lot more recently. 

He didn’t need to do it. In fact, if Nagito were to wake up, he would be the first person to know. He set up the pod to signal an alarm device, which had been sitting on his nightstand since he made it. Like a baby monitor, but for comatose arsonists. 

Still, the idea of being able to be there right when Nagito opens his eyes is a lot more appealing than seeing him when his eyes have already opened.  

“Hey, cheer up!” Hina calls out, casting Hajime out of his thoughts, “He’s going to wake up, y’know. It’s just a matter of time.”

He almost laughs in her face but his self control proves stronger than expected. Just a matter of time. How many times has he heard that sentence now? How many times has he used it to reassure himself, despite how stupid he felt? 

“Yeah,” He agrees. How many times has he agreed to it anyways?

Hajime looks at the body pillow again. Nagito’s drawn smile is a bit daunting to stare at. But…

“Why did you have to pose him like that…” Hajime scans Nagito’s body. 

Hina giggles as Makoto starts talking:

“Posed like what? He looks like he’s relaxing.”

“He looks like he wants to fuck me,” Hajime argues with a flat voice. Hina goes into a new fit of hysterics while Makoto snorts. 

“Ryota drew him quite accurately, then,” Makoto says. It sends Hina into doubling over.

“What?” Hajime frowns into the computer screen.

“Anyways, if I’m being honest,” Makoto fights through a laugh, “I don’t know. I commissioned Ryota for a body pillow, and that’s what he gave me.”

“D-Do you even know what a body pillow is?” Hajime gapes. Hina finally starts calming down. 

“Um, no,” Makoto admits, scratching his cheek, “I wanted to get you a small plushie of him, actually. But that would’ve taken a lot longer to make, and it’d require resources we don’t have right now.”

“Y-You don’t even know the implications of having a body pillow of someone?” Hajime’s voice raises a few pitches higher than usual. 

“What? I mean, the worst thing you can do to a pillow is hug it…”

Lord. 

“It’s a harmless gift!” Hina insists with a bright smile, “I’m sure you’ll look back at this and laugh. Maybe you can even show it to Nagito once he wakes up!”

“I…” The idea of showing this to the living and breathing Nagito Komaeda is less than appealing. Many, many levels less than appealing. He doesn’t want to imagine how he’d react. Or act. Knowing him, though, he’d probably offer a weirdly knowing smirk to Hajime, teasing him without having to say a word.

God. Even the Nagito in his head is mocking him. Annoying. 

“Wow, did I break you?” Hina leans into the screen, her voice more prominent, “You’re red.”

“No!” Hajime fumbles and waves his hands, denying her, “I just thought of something.”

Hina seems unimpressed by the excuse as Makoto begins talking again.

“Well, we’ll let you go,” He says with a smile, “A meeting is coming up, and me and Hina both have to be there. We just wanted to quickly check in on you.”

“And get me to react to the worst gift ever…”

“Man, I hope you don’t hate me,” Makoto rubs the back of his neck, an embarrassed blush sprawling on his face. “Well, we’ll check in next week, okay?”

“Yeah!” Hina chirps up, “See you then, Haji!”

“Mhm.”

“Have fun with the pillow!” She sing-songs, and before Hajime can let out a stuttering mess of protesting syllables, the call ends and their faces disappear. 

A sick and nervous feeling rides up his stomach as he processes the call.

Shame explodes in his chest when he looks down at the body pillow again.

Nagito Komaeda, animated, and posed a little too languidly stares up at nothing in particular. It’s hard to look at his face, because he’s grinning in a weirdly flirty way and he’s lively and it’s the last kind of expression that Hajime wants to see on a drawing of someone that’s been in a coma for a little too long. So, Hajime tries to stare at his chest instead. As if it made the idea of picking him up off the floor any easier. 

Christ. It’s just a pillow. 

Hajime kneels on the ground and grabs the top corners of it, hauling it up in his arms. The end of the pillow shuffles the lengthy box on the floor that it had been delivered in, knocking it on its side with a miserable flop. Holding it like this, the top of the pillow is just about level with his height, and the bottom barely scrapes the ground. Life size.

Disgusting. But just a pillow.

Hajime can’t shake the tense feeling of hugging it to his chest in this way. Like he’s admitting defeat and accepting the fact that this is fine in any way. As if hugging the incarnate pillow version of Komaeda is socially acceptable. The idea of anyone finding out he owns this crosses his mind and sends a cold breeze down his spine. He should throw it away. Any sensible person would. 

But it was a gift from Makoto. Albeit, misguided and naive. It would be rude to burn something… heartfelt. 

With a dissatisfied huff, Hajime twists in his place and makes his way to his bed— halting the second that his eyes catch his reflection in his full length mirror across the room. 

“What the—”

He hadn’t seen the other side of the pillow until now. It’d been facedown on the ground for the entire video call, and its existence had gone completely unnoticed. But it’s hard to disregard when it is staring back at him from the mirror. 

Hajime hurriedly pushes the pillow away from him, maintaining it at arm’s length and flipping it around. When the sight hasn’t disappeared and is instead staring back at him, his jaw drops. 

On this side, there’s a shift in Nagito’s pose. His head is turned to one side, offering a clear view of a side profile, an undeniable red flush drawn over his face. One of his hands is pressed over his mouth and cheek, palm facing up, as if defensively covering himself. His other arm is in a similar position to the first version of him, but his shirt is hiked up higher, leaving room for his pale hand to rest on his exposed torso. Hajime freezes at the sight, unable to move. Discomfort flickers in Hajime’s chest and his eyes avert the image immediately. Hajime’s stomach flips nervously and he rushes to flip the pillow around, refusing to give the drawing a second look. 

Seeing Nagito in any state like that felt wrong. Even if it was some drawing. 

Drawing. Ryota really had to draw all that, didn’t he?

-

“Well, n-no, I didn’t,” Ryota is fumbling over his words, his voice soft enough to nearly go unheard. He’s fidgeting with his own fingers, unable to maintain proper eye contact with Hajime. For brief moments in time, his hands find the tweed sweater he’s wearing only to pick at it.

Hajime sighs through his nose, looking around them. They’re walking near the pool of the hotel lobby, right after Ryota had joined the group for breakfast. Everyone had peppered him with questions about his life at Future Foundation, the conversation keeping a semblance of politeness. 

Words and mentions about the killing school life and high school memories went mostly unspoken, even now. Everyone’s voices always hesitate before bringing it up, and the conversations about it always end so quickly that it’s like they never started. So, they welcome their former classmate with open arms, infinitely opting for the positives instead of the past they can’t erase. 

After everyone finished their meals, they had scattered and pawned off private conversations with Ryota as if he were a valuable item, Hajime finally got to claim some time with him for himself by trailing after him from the diner. 

Ryota didn’t seem to mind at all— that is, until Hajime was glaring at him, refusing to let up. And Ryota didn’t have to ask why. 

“Then why did you have to draw him like— like that?” Hajime mutters in a low voice, despite the fact that the pool area was empty and bare, and no one was around to eavesdrop. Ryota stops in his tracks and spins around, his eyes drooping and stance slouching. The bright sun beats down on them, clouds having barely parted from the morning rain. 

“Listen, I was really weirded out with the commission at first,” Ryota replies, his voice still trembling, eyes darting. Wind picks up around them and Ryota’s hair flips into his face. “But who was I to question it? Makoto said he wanted a body pillow, so I complied.”

“Okay, well, didn’t he tell you it was for me?”

“Um, no, not until I finished drawing it…”

Hajime laughs, exasperated, facepalming with both hands. 

“Listen!” Ryota hurries the words out of him, “I offered to redraw it. I really did. But Makoto looked at it himself and said it was fine.”

“What?”

“Y-Yeah. I mean, he kind of laughed, but said that it works fine. I even asked him if he’s shown the work-in-progress to you. When he said it was for you, I thought you’d commissioned it—”

“Why would you assume that?!”

“Makoto didn’t clarify that you didn’t know about until he shipped it out! I thought you wanted one, like, for real.”

“I— No! I never— Why— Why would I—”

“I don’t know!” Ryota protests, his shoulders hiking up, “I didn’t question it, okay? It’s just a commission. A weird one, but I’ve drawn weirder, so it really didn’t matter.”

“D-Didn’t you feel even weirder knowing this is a real person? That you’ve talked to before?”

“Uh, I tried not to think about that. Seriously, though, it’s not that weird.”

A new voice joins: “What’s weird?”

“Gah—!” Hajime jolts and spins around, hurriedly backing away. “S-Soda.”

“Am I interrupting?” 

Yes, a million times, yes.

“No. Not at all.”

Fuck.

“Cool,” Soda grins happily, “What were you guys talking about? Some weird thing?”

Hajime’s heart sinks to his stomach. 

“Ah—”

“It’s just about a commission I made for Hajime,” Ryota says, far too casually, way too easily. Hajime shoots him a death glare. Ryota crumbles in on himself at the look, and starts stuttering,

“I-I mean, it’s—”

“A commission!” Soda pronounces, clearly impressed, “Man, I really wanna see more of your art.”

He turns to Hajime, his pink hair swaying, and asks: “What’d you commission him for?”

Hajime freezes. And is probably visibility deflating. 

“Oh. It’s— nothing, really—”

“Just a pillow.”

Ryota. 

“A pillow?” Soda gives the two of them a deeply confused frown, but focuses on Ryota, “Um, I thought you did animations and drawings, that sorta shit.”

“I-I made some artwork for a pillow.”

“It’s really nothing!” Hajime yells despite himself. Ryota and Soda both stare at him as he fumbles, fighting to continue. 

“It’s not that big of a deal,” Hajime can’t look them in the eyes, “I just found his drawings calming, and— I thought it might help me get more sleep at night, if his art was… in front of me…”

The excuse dissipates into the air, vaporizing alongside Hajime’s weakened voice. He clears his throat when both of them don’t say anything.

Soda walks up to him, but Hajime keeps his eyes away, trained on the ground.

A warm hand meets his shoulder, and Hajime has to force himself to look up. 

“You haven’t been able to sleep well, huh?” Soda’s face is genuinely compassionate and concerned. Hajime jerks at the sincerity, shrinking in on himself, a rise of embarrassment clouding his mind. 

“Yeah,” Soda nods slowly, his voice quiet. He stays silent for a second before tightening his hold on Hajime’s shoulder, reconnecting their gaze. 

“If you ever need to talk, I’m here, okay?”

Hajime feels frozen in place by the intensity of the eye contact, but manages a feeble nod regardless. 

Soda smiles softly and nods, letting go of him and saying:

“You’ve been having some trouble with Nagito, right?”

“Huh?” 

“When he’s gonna wake up,” Soda supplies, shrugging easily, “Well, at this rate, if he’s going to wake up.”

Hajime swallows a lump in his throat.

“Ah, sorry,” Soda forces a smile, “I shouldn’t say that. Actually, you shouldn’t even worry about it! He has ultimate luck, after all. So he’s sure to wake up. Well, unless it’s luckier not to wake up from the dream he’s having…”

Hajime blinks at Soda. 

Soda blinks at Hajime. 

“I’m not helping, am I?” Soda says nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. 

Hajime can’t bring himself to respond. 

“Shit, man, sorry,” Soda winces at himself, “Don’t give such a sad look! Cheer up. He’ll wake up. I mean, all of us woke up. He just has more—”

“Mental instability,” Hajime emptily chants. The words have been used to describe Komaeda’s state (and the reason for remaining in the pod for so long) so often that they’ve drilled a permanent stop in Hajime’s head. 

“Yeah, no kidding,” Soda mutters, shaking his head, “Plus, his—”

“Health complications,” Hajime emptily fills in again, “I know.”

“Hey, c’mon!” Soda nudges Hajime’s side. He winces at the hard touch, but Soda continues, “You’ve said that if he wakes up, there’s a chance his body’ll be better! That’s something to look forward to, huh?”

Hajime stares at him. Soda is acting impossibly optimistic.

“Yeah, you’re right,” Hajime nods, clearly not assured of himself. Soda takes it anyways. 

“Right on!” Soda grins, clearly satisfied. Soda turns to Ryota and shoots him a grin while Hajime recuperates, having realized Ryota had been there the entire time. 

“Well, I’m off,” Soda announces, throwing up his hands and beginning to walk off, “I’ll talk to you later, Hajime!”

Hajime nods at him shortly, unable to get his voice to work, before returning his attention to Ryota. 

Ryota stares at him, offering absolutely no reaction for the conversation that just occurred. But it looked like he was forcing himself not to react, which was slightly annoying. 

Hajime takes a breath, tosses a glance at Soda’s retreating figure, and looks back at Ryota. 

“It’s not that bad, is it?” Hajime asks. 

“U-Um, what do you mean?”

“The way that I worry about Nagito,” Hajime immediately regrets the word worry, “Everyone’s acting like I’m obsessed with him or something.”

Ryota blinks at him. “Well…”

“Oh my God,” Hajime shakes his head, exasperation slapping him across the face. “You guys- You guys are impossible. Just because I care about the guy. Unlike everyone else, apparently. Just because I’m worried for him, I’m obsessed with him, right?”

He begins to walk away with a final, “Don’t bother answering that.”

Ryota doesn’t reply or follow Hajime back to his cottage. 

#komahina #danganronpa #sdr2 #super danganronpa 2 #komaeda x hinata #hajime hinata #nagito komaeda #hajime hinata x nagito komaeda #hinakoma #danganronpa fanfiction #im going crazy guys #ryota mitarai #kazuichi souda #makoto naegi #aoi asahina #post game #goodbye despair

[lunafoster]

Intrusive thoughts

AN: yes, another one. Again, I’m really sorry but I hope you guys enjoy.

AN2: I really should be studying for my finals but I keep procrastinating. Somebody send help, please.

Warnings: none, honestly, just fluff. I’m gonna say maybe bad English, I’m trying.

Words: 1500+

Bojan Cvjetićanin x fem!reader

BOJAN’S GIRLFRIEND LETTING HER INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS WIN (mostly about Bojan) FOR 3 MINUTES AND 12 SECONDS STRAIGHT

*first clip*

The singer was sitting down in front of the camera next to Kris, talking while filming one of their vlogs, when the girl appeared, sitting down by his side.

He was wearing a sleeveless shirt, as it was warm and he didn’t want to be sweating. You could see the girl staring at his arms, though; it looked like she had just woke up from a nap. Bojan kept talking.

“Ang.” She bit his shoulder.

He didn’t even react, just kept having his conversation with Kris. The latter looked at her and then at his bandmate, mouth agape in shock.

“What is going on?”

*second clip*

Bojan and his girlfriend were being interviewed for the fans, as they wanted to know how their relationship started and how it was going since then.

“Who takes more time to get ready?”

“It’s him! He does!” She said, pointing at him and smirking.

“That’s not- alright maybe it is true,” he gave in, nodding his head and awkwardly smiling, “but it’s mostly because my hair takes a lot of time to be tamed, honestly.”

As if it had a mind of its own, a strand of his hair fell on his face, but he kept making excuses as to why he was the one who spent more time in the bathroom when they had to go out.

The girl kept staring at it, exchanging looks between the camera, the interviewer and her boyfriend. She continued being laser focused on the lock of hair that was slightly covering his left eye.

With one last glance at the camera and the interviewer, she extender her arm and carefully removed the piece of hair, pulling it to a better position so it wouldn’t be on his face.

He looked at her. “Thank you, love.”

She smiled and mused his hair up, laughing loudly. He sighed with a ‘done’ look on his face.

*third clip*

The Joker Out guys were talking during an interview, having sweets to munch on in between questions and topics.

In that moment, Jure was holding part of a KitKat in his hand, talking passionately about ‘Demoni’ and how they had come up with the idea of the music video.

The girl was watching them behind the camera, having a good time making faces at the boys during serious moments so they would crack a smile when they shouldn’t.

However, right in that moment, she was craving chocolate really badly. And that’s when she noticed the KitKat in Jure’s hand.

She quietly approached them, went into view for the camera just behind the boys and snatched the chocolate out of the blond’s hand.

“Aha!” She shouted with an evil laugh, munching on the KitKat and leaving the frame.

Everyone just looked at each other for a few seconds and bursted out laughing. All except for Jure, who tried keeping a pout on his lips while fake sobbing.

“My KitKat!”

*fourth clip*

“This is another video in the series of ‘baking with Jan’! Where I get stressed and he looks like he’s high!”

“What?!”

“What? It rhymes.”

*fifth clip*

Nace was explaining a story about them in the beach, playing with a giant yoga ball.

“So I tried to take it back to the sand but the ball was just too big…” everyone was chuckling, remembering how he had been chasing the ball around in the water.

“That’s what she said,” she whispered while giggling.

“Hey!” Nace pushed her shoulder away from him, “Stop it!”

*sixth clip*

The camera was angled so you could see both the girl, preparing the oven, and Jan, mixing the cookie dough on a bowl.

“Make sure it’s well mixed,” she told him, getting up from her crouched position.

“I know what I’m doing,” he replied, glancing at her briefly.

Jan went to grab the cookie cutters when he deemed it was well mixed enough, making the mistake of leaving the dough alone.

She instantly scooped some of it onto her finger and spread it on his face right when he turned around.

The video cuts and the camera focuses again on the two throwing the mixture at each other, the bowl now empty and cookie dough all over them.

The video cuts again and it comes back to her licking dough from her hand, taking from her face and eating it happily.

“You are disgusting,” Jan let’s out with a breathy laugh, distaste in his face.

“You are definitely not!” She goes towards him with grabby hands, “let me lick it off you, too!”

“No!” He moves away, going off camera.

*seventh clip*

Kris was in the background of Nace and Jure talking in front of the camera in one of their vlogs, mindlessly strumming his guitar.

Bojan and his girlfriend appeared from the right, moving towards the younger with the idea of sitting next to him.

They sat down but you could see the girl watching as Kris played with a fond look in her face and a soft smile.

She took Kris’ hand and, after making sure he left his guitar so it wouldn’t fall, dragged him towards the camera.

“Everyone this is my son,” she stated, making the guys look at her weirdly and Bojan laugh loudly, “if anything happened to him I would kill everyone and then myself.”

“What are you on?” Jan suddenly spoke up from somewhere in the room, not visible to the camera.

“He’s a child, just look at him.” She grabs his face with both hands and smushes his cheeks together, Kris chuckling and trying to pull away, unsuccessfully. “Isn’t he just so cute? I wanna put him in my pocket but he’s really tall and I can’t,” she added with a devastated look, pressing her hand to her chest and feigning being hurt.

“You got yourself a special one, man,” Nace said towards Bojan, who was still laughing obnoxiously.

He stood up and went towards his girlfriend and Kris, putting his arm around his shoulder and leaning on the taller boy.

“I will go for the adoption papers,” he said with a serious face, turning to her and breaking into a smile.

“They’re both coo-coo,” Jure says to the camera, making circle shapes with his finger near his head.

*eighth clip*

Bojan is talking to the camera while in the behind-the-scenes of their latest music video, wearing a big coat, making it clear that it’s really cold outside.

His girlfriend walks into view, with another huge coat, a woolly hat and gloves.

She suddenly squishes him really close to her in a hug, making it possible to hear the air leaving his lungs.

“What is going on?” He asks, strained and confused at the sudden affection, forgetting about the camera.

“You just look so squishable it’s unfair!” She answers, hugging him even tighter if possible.

*ninth clip*

Bojan and Jan are near the swimming pool, but fully clothed, talking about their next tour to his phone, as the comments can be seen going up from the bottom left of the screen.

“Can you get me a glass of water?” Bojan asks his girlfriend, not wanting to stop his conversation with Jan.

She leaves the frame of the camera and the conversation goes on, slowing to a stop when she comes back staring at Bojan.

“What?”

He goes to take the glass from her but she’s faster, moving it over his head and pouring its contents all over him, making him open his mouth in shock.

“I’m sorry,” she giggles, covering her own mouth with her hand.

He stands up and Jan takes his phone, pointing the camera towards them, sensing that something funny is going to happen.

He’s right, of course, Bojan picks her up by her waist and throws himself (with her) in the swimming pool, effectively drenching them both.

“Bojan!” She shouts, both of them laughing loudly and Jan’s chuckling being heard from behind the camera.

*tenth clip*

They’re in the van while Bojan and his girlfriend are answering questions from fans in an Instagram live.

“What do you guys call each other?” She reads, immediately following it up with, “I call him daddy.”

“No, she does not,” he shakes his head profusely, moving towards the camera.

“I would call him daddy if he let me,” she corrects herself, getting closer to the camera to read the comments.

“Stop,” he laughs as he gently pushes her smirking head away.

“Someone said it’s a good nickname!”

“That was me,” says Jure, moving so he can be seen on the screen.

She pouts and looks at Bojan.

“What do I usually call you?”

“I call her love, sweetheart; and she…,” he trails off and turns to her, “I don’t know, what do you like calling me?”

“I know!” She exclaims happily, “waffles, cupcake, pie, pumpkin,… yes.” She nods to herself.

“That’s definitely not it,” he retorts, raising an eyebrow at her, “why are all of them high-calorie foods, anyway?”

“What? Do you want me to call you my little celery stick or something?”

Somebody laughs in the background at that.

“I hate you.”

“No, you don’t sugarplum,” she smirks again, watching as he’s trying to stop himself from laughing.

“You’re right, I don’t honey bun.”

All of them burst into a loud, chaotic laugh.

*end of the video*

#bojan cvjeticanin #bojan cvjetićanin #eurovison song contest #esc 2023 #esc slovenia #Bojan Cvjetićanin x fem!reader #joker out

[sickeningly-sweet-letters]

Can you do a Yandere x reader post where the guy (Yandere) is just beyond delusional. Kinda like in Lolita where he thought she was coming into him when she was doing thee EXACT opposite

Can you do one where he pretends he talks to the reader in his head & also actively stalking them. Maybe even thinking about/ planning to kidnap them

hey! unfortunately i haven’t read or seen lolita and i sorta just went with your idea of them being utterly delusional to that point and decided to make this a sort of bratty, delusional yandere-

uhh so yeah, this may not be exactly what you wanted but i hope you still enjoy it though! thank you for requesting ^^

okay so wow, im so so sorry! i went through a rough time and i’ve been busy studying so im sorry i’m just finishing this now! i have no idea if this is even good or coherent since i’ve had this in drafts for months 💀

i just hope this was at least - little worth the wait! thank you again and im sorry for taking ages ;;

🌻 delusional yandere x gn reader!

- a delusional yandere who thought your meeting was straight up from a romcom or other meet-cute story, they fell in love at first sight! that goes for both of you, right? oh, you dropped your handkerchief! they wished they could slip their number in there when they picked it up for you!

- they played it real smooth when they complimented you they did not and jokingly teased you as they said they’d give your handkerchief back if you gave them your number… well that went well, huh? you were so cute when you played hard to get! don’t worry! they’ll see you around again! they’ll walk laps around this area daily until you cross paths again!

- your luck ran out when you two were at the same coffee shop, they noticed you and lit up like an excited puppy as they ran up to you and just straight up cut in line to order a drink with you. aren’t they so nice when they offered to pay for both of you- wait why’d you push them away? they were being nice! what the hell?!

- they pouted as you just left them again but.. god you were so damn hard to stay mad at! this is just a test, right? don’t worry, they won’t give up! they won’t stop until you finally give in. and hey, they actually managed to follow you this time!

- they bumped into you again as you left your house the next day, for whatever reason, they seemed to just be walking next to you and chatting away as if you two were besties.. they acted all cute and whined when you told them to screw off.. come on, darling! at least let them walk you to the bus stop- oh you walked away..

- hm.. they somehow thought this was just you saying you wanted to talk at home instead of now. but they knew where you lived now for sure! surely you don’t mind if they investigated your home, right? you were basically asking for it after you left them behind again!

- they did the best to get inside and ended up breaking a doorknob… oops? but they were so cute that you’d forgive them later, right? come on, darling.. you looked at them for two seconds longer, you gotta like them at least a little! they waited outside your door and started daydreaming about all the movie cliches.. maybe a little too much.. they figured that it’d be cute if they went and picked you up and walked you home?

- they were giddy as they walked around the block just to act like they were passing by again at the end of the day.. darling~! you’re going back home too? what a surprise! why don’t you hear me out? we live in the same area! you can’t run away from me again, aha! can’t you at least give me your number? pretty please? i’m not above sneaking into your house, you know! they giggled, thinking that their little daydream was a masterplan of sorts.

- they froze up when they realized they missed you.. dammit! where did you go?! they panicked and ran all over the neighborhood and spots they knew you frequented and- who is that man you’re talking to?!

- how could you do this y/n?! how could you?! didn’t you have something special? why?! what does he have that they don’t?? y/n.. y/n.. that man is a fucking bastard! don’t get near them, my sweet y/n! they’ll get rid of this fucking vermin for touching their innocent, precious darling-

- you screamed as they suddenly tackled the man who was just asking for directions from you..

- but they did it! oh, my darling! my darling y/n, are you okay? why are you looking at them that way..? do you not like blood? but you knew this was necessary! y/n- don’t run! don’t run from them! Y/N! DON’T RUN-

- they ran after you after dropping the scissors they used to stab that man, desperate to get you back.. unfortunately for you, seeing a man get stabbed is rather distracting and you tripped.. giving them a chance to catch up to you, and they started panicking and looking all over for any injuries- wait- your hand! you scratched it- oh no- oh no oh no oh no oh no-

- they began to panic as they say your hand bleed from a small scratch.. they used a handkerchief to cover your hand and they insisted they take you home- y/n, darling.. don’t look so scared! they’ll wipe the blood of them, so don’t look at them like that! just. come. home. with. them.

- they giggled as they managed to drag you back home, and they treated your wound tenderly, even kissing it better.. aren’t they so thoughtful and kind? darling! praise them a little for all their effort! they even found all the keys and locked the doors for you! you’re safe now, darling! no more disgusting pieces of shit can even see your sweet face!

- haha… this is.. they should stay here! y/n, won’t you let them stay? no- of course you want them to stay! you just need to get used to them.. they’re strong enough to protect you! don’t worry about a thing, darling!

- why are you struggling? you’re gonna hurt yourself.. you’re lucky they took first aid! but they’re gonna have to tie you up if you keep doing that! please be nice.. this is a good thing! the two of you are together now-

- and for the first time, they may see a bit of clarity as you slapped them but… no. you’re just playing! even if you wanted to hurt them, you wouldn’t! they might even let you hurt them, if they’re honest. but they cant let you go! absolutely not! have you forgotten how scary and dangerous it is outside?

you

are

not

leaving.

- they spent too long waiting for you.. you need to adapt to your new life darling.. don’t look so dejected! this is the start of your happy ending with them! how romantic, right?

you know just how dangerously delusional they are, it’d be best if you indulge them a little. even if it means waiting years for them to snap out of their delusions.

#yandere oc x reader #yandere x reader #yandere scenarios #yandere x darling #x reader

[dream-phantasm]

Leona Kingscholar x Reader: Love Letters (END)

Y’all, let’s pretend it’s still Feb 14 

this thing has literally been chilling in my drafts since the first part of this series 😭 so, uh, if anything seems off, it’s because I wrote this before I wrote parts 2-6

Hope you enjoy! This entry contains a very small reference to Episode/Book 1

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5 | PART 6 | END [!]

You enter the library. Your mind was still racing from the possibilities of your…admirer? Ugh, it was still weird to think about! Who could it be!? 

You weren't even here for the books but it would be nice to maybe get some studying done. There was a big exam coming up soon or so you had heard from Riddle. You sigh and get to work, gathering books. 

Plus, Ace and Deuce wouldn't come find you here anyway. You had dropped Grim-sitting duty on them, which in retrospect, wasn't a good idea. If anything did happen, you had no part in that. You'll bail them out of the consequences later.

You'd been here a few times before. After all, you were a complete stranger to this world and the library seemed like the best place to find out more. Since you weren't from this world, you could treat this just like reading the lore of a fictional world. That made things fun for you. 

You made your way to your spot at the back of the library. Nobody usually goes back there so you've laid claim to it as your private reading spot. The books you've compiled completely block your view so you carefully put them down, watching your step. You pull a chair out and you freeze.

The soft sound of breathing and a light inconsistent thumping. You look beyond your pile of books.There lies a slumbering man, head laying on his arms as he's slumped over the table. 

He has messy brown locks, there are two braids framing his face. His unbuttoned shirt and rolled up sleeves gave off the impression he was rather careless with his appearance. You really hated how he appeared to give off that 'I woke up like this' look but still managed to look gorgeous. Most notable of all, of course, were the fuzzy lion ears on top of his head and the furry tail with a tassel of fur at the end. 

You stare silently. Internally, your thoughts are going off like a lightning round.

Who is this guy? Is this a beastman? Should I be scared? Is this a good time to run? Will he wake up? What will I do if he wakes up? Can I even outrun a beastman? If he's not a cat, what is he- 

He shifts. His head leans slightly to the side, off his arms. He does this rather gracefully and now you can see his beautiful features that just scream 'big trouble'. Oh boy, that scar is not helping your heart. You're starting to understand your admirer. It does indeed feel like an oncoming heart attack.

You notice him shivering just a little. Maybe beastmen were simply more sensitive to the cold draft. It is basically Winter after all and you've definitely had it hard living in Ramshackle. You sigh and shrug off your blazer. 

Hoping you don't wake him up, you gently lay it over him. You tense as the tassel at the end of his tail thumps against the chair. His ears twitch and your heart clenches. 

It's adorable, the animal traits. Especially on a handsome guy like that? Well, the gap here was gigantic. Paired with the scar, it gave him a roguish-edge that would make anyone swoon.

Wait a second. A scar? You stop and gasp rather loudly. You quickly slap a hand over your own mouth. His ears twitch and you pray to the great sevens he hasn't woken up. 

It's the grouchy guy from the botanical garden! The last time you had seen him he was threatening to bite your face off or something and you hadn't paid attention to his face. Aha! So you were right, all the attractive people here were the worst. 

His name was Leona, or so you had assumed. That's what Ruggie had called him that day. Ah, stupid! You knock yourself on the head. If only you had recognized him sooner!

You had met him other times before in the botanical garden again. Your conversations were always awkward with him making sly remarks and implications about mauling you. 

Once he was in a better mood though, he made an okay conversational partner. Leona was rather intelligent and sometimes he threw some advice at you when you were doing your homework. Of course, that was because of his weird superiority complex over you. 

You never really paid attention to his face though, the first time he had looked at you was intimidating enough. You never asked for his name either. Your mind must've repressed the details of his face in your head. 

You hadn't gotten the chance to speak to him again since everything just…happened with Heartslabyul. He had completely slipped your mind as you were reeling from the incident. You felt kind of bad. 

You glumly wondered if you could get your blazer back. But then again, you didn't want him to freeze to death. But then again, if you took it from Leona now, you could leave your future nuisance cold. Wait, that was kind of mean. He was kind of friendly and helpful sometimes. 

You wish the guys here weren't so complicated but you had to admit, that was their charm. Yes, they were all jerks. You're starting to think Stockholm syndrome is sinking in. 

With a sigh, you take a seat and open a book. You sneak a glance at the beastman to find he's still sleeping like a rock. Leona's no longer shivering. I just let him have the jacket because I don't want to risk waking him. You reason to yourself. 

You bring your focus back to the book you're currently reading as you try to ignore Leona. Dang it, even when he's not doing anything, he manages to captivate your attention. You huff but keep your eyes on the book. 

What feels like about a few minutes later, you lower the book with a sigh.  "Oh my great-" You try not to scream. 

His lidded emerald eyes bore into you, pinning you still. A tiny amused smile plays at his lips as his . You nearly threw your book at him out of sheer shock.

"You- How long were you awake?" You calm yourself down with deep breaths as you still look at him wide-eyed. "Hm, long enough." Leona makes a low hum, there's still a calm smile on his face.

"That's very specific." You respond. Silence fills the air as you try to hold a staring contest with him. You don't really feel like returning to your book. His green eyes just keep drawing you in. You wonder how deep they go. You might've been imagining it but they were really bright.

"Hm, like what you see?" 

Your face turns red as you groan. You drop your head into the table. "No, stop. This is the worst Valentines day." You grumble. 

"Tell me about it." You hear him reply, you hate how every time he speaks, your heart skips a beat. You're starting to understand your admirer. "Don't patronize me. You're attractive and cool, you got a bunch of confessions or something." You snap. You're just stating the obvious when you call him that. 

"What? There's nothing to be jealous about. Valentines is a day just like any other, where some win and others lose." Leona drawls. "Ugh, yeah. At least there was free food." You mumble, then you remember Ruggie. "Wait no, my food got stolen by that jerk." You scowl.

You're still face down on the table. You notice his tail underneath the table. You watch as it inches closer to you. 

"Did you like the candy hearts?"

You freeze. You didn't…nobody but Ace, Deuce and Grim should've known the contents of that pouch. Of course, the only exception would be the-

You shoot up from, just as you feel the tassel of his tail wrap itself around your ankle and pull. You fall forward onto the table, inches away from hitting the wood. 

"Wow, what the heck was th-" You shout before you look up. You can feel his breath tickle your face but more importantly, those green eyes. The orange vest meant he was a Savanaclaw student if the animal features weren't already a dead giveaway. 

"You…You're Leona Kingscholar, the dorm head of Savanaclaw." You pause. 

"That's right. I would've thought you'd figure this out sooner." He snorts softly. Leona looks at you expectantly to continue.  

"And…"

"And?"

"You're my secret admirer."

You're this close to banging your hand against the table if it turns out you're completely wrong. 

"So, you finally caught me."

You breathe out a giant sigh of relief, leaning back into your seat. "Oh thank the great sevens!" You laugh, wiping tears of joy and relief from the corner of your eyes. You lay back and laugh some more. 

"You're…that overjoyed that your secret admirer was me?" Leona looks incredulously at you. You stop to breathe, you realize how weird this probably looks to him. "Uh, um…" You consider his question carefully. 

You blink at him blankly as you think. He sighs after a moment. "Ahh, I get it. So, it's a rejection." He grumbles. "No, no, i-it's not like that!" You frantically shook your head. 

"I…I accept. You're cool. I want to get to know you better first though? Like, why were you so confident I wouldn't reciprocate?" You raise an eyebrow. To your surprise, a subtle blush somewhat forms on his face as his eyes widened only slightly. 

"I don't know if you're really that dense to not notice. Most people don't like me, herbivore." He growls, tail flailing around lazily. "But, Bucchi seems to like you plenty and those Savanaclaw students cared enough to cover up for you." You frown. 

"That's because I pay Ruggie and those students fear me too much to say anything." Leona snorts. "Hm…I don't think that's true at all." You sigh, 

"You're very intelligent, cool and most of all- You're pretty pretty." You pull a cringe face that immediately gives you secondhand embarrassment…from yourself. Leona seems to think it's dumb because he shoves his hand in your face and pushes you back.

"Ah, okay. I get it." You groan, grabbing his hand off your face. Leona smirks, his fingers intertwining with yours. 

Your face turns red, being around this man would do you no good.

Ao3: HERE If you see it posted anywhere or by anyone else, it's not me.

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[ilovebeingaturtle]

Besides 87 raph what’s your opinion on the other iterations just curious

Assuming you mean the other iterations of Raph? So! Cracks knuckles here we go-

First of all I really enjoy 90s Raph, just the fact? His ass keeps getting into trouble? Like first movie he’s thrown through a window, second movie he gets kidnapped by the Foot, this boy is accident prone and I love it AHA also his accent is super fun. I wouldn’t rank him tooo highly on a list of favourites? 90s!Donnie is my favourite live action turtle overall, but he’s great! And if you add on 07 as the fourth movie for this version of turtles he’s awesome, I fucking love the concept of the nightwatcher!!! And his dynamic with Casey in that movie might be my favourite version of the duo, good Raph all around pats his head

Feel like I should also add on my thoughts about Next Mutation Raph here too while on the topic of like-the live action turtles, but I honestly don’t have much to say yet AHA, I’ve only seen like four episodes so far and I think Venus is the only character I really like from it (she’s so lovely,,,my sweet daughter,,) OH also! Adding on again with live action, I think the fact that Raph is one of the singers for the stageshow tours is fucking brilliant AHA, something about him being musical inclined just feels right for me (maybe because 87!Raphael loves singing all the time so seeing other iterations do it makes me happy? Who is to say) also the suit designs are just really cute I love their goofy accessories

03! 03! I LOVE 03! One of the lamest Raph’s but that just endears him even more to me, his lines are just so. Cheesy and uncool, and they’re delivered with the gruffest thickest accent ever, it’s perfect. He’s also just such a good brother, he can be so patient and supportive, 03 has such a well rounded team man. Like the bonds are so strongggg, you really feel such a connection between all the turtles. Like I adore his back and forth with Mikey, him and Donnie’s dynamic I feel like I don’t even need to talk about and him and Leo are so sweeeeet. Oh! Also! Love how Fast Forward made him the tallest, it’s perfect boy had a growth spurt. (Oh, also I hope this isn’t cheating by bringing up 87, but I love the dynamic Turtles Forever gave him with the 87 turtles. Could it have been written better? Yes. But is the concept of him slowly warming up to them and acting like their older brother adorable? Also yes.)

I think if I’m going in release order IDW is next? In which case, YEAHHH THIS GUY! The idea that he briefly was alone after being first mutated is so fascinating, I like how it puts a new lens on his loner habits, he’s also just super caring and ah! Good Raph! Him and Pepperoni are adorable and I like how he was the one to reach out to Mikey when like-that whole situation was happening. I have more thoughts but ajshajshsjshajhs ya know-

2012 Raph is like one of my favourites, I think just the fact he’s so sweet and gentle sometimes is just really endearing, he’s the Disney princess Raph! Look at those Rapunzel green eyes, I love it. He’s also just so fucking funny, his dialogue is dripping with sarcasm he’s got quips and it’s great. Plus his dynamic with Splinteeeeeerrr was so fucked gahhhhI just love this little guy man! He’s a good little guy! Like usual I struggle to put my thoughts about 2012 turtles into words I just want to shake them around like dog toys instead

Okay so I haven’t actually seen the first Bayverse movie yet, but I really like Raph in the second! He’s fun! I really enjoyed how him and Mikey are a duo almost, they’re both team purple ooze and that was super fun. I kinda really wish Bayverse had it’s own spin-off cartoon to expand more, I think Out of the Shadows had some strong concepts and it just tripped over itself a lot AHA, oh! Also since this is kinda short, on the topic of movies I enjoyed Batman VS TMNT Raph a lot too, that scene where he talks down Batman and talks about family? Like that sold him for me, both good movie boys

I think Rise making Raph the big brother is amazing, it’s so cool to see things shaken up and his portrayal in the show really does make sense. He’s still recognisable as Raph, but we get to see how a character we love can be shaped differently by new circumstances. All Raph’s have that natural protector role but now we see how him being the ‘Leo’ would impact that-also that aside he’s just a super sweet Raph! I love how he’s still playful while trying so hard to get his brothers to work as a team, I wish we had more episodes where he tries to get them to do stupid training exercises. There’s just something so earnest about this version, you gotta love him

Mutant Mayhem Raph surprised me! If I’m honest, while I don’t find anything wrong with more violent and angry leaning Raphs they’re definitely not the iterations I personally lean to the most? 87!Raphael is my favourite so that’s probably a given AHA, but like this boy completely knocked it out of the park. I love how smug he is, this boy is honestly just happy to be here and he got quite a few laughs out of me. He’s a very well balanced mix of what has come before honestly, I’m super excited to see him in depth in the future. AND HIS WHOLE DYNAMIC WITH HIS BROS IS JUST SO CUTEEEEEE OKAY IM DONE AUSHAJAH

#I just sorta rambled hope this is even readable AHAJAH #Sorry to any Raphs I missed! this post would have gone on forever if I continuedjagsjsh

[masuchu]

number 2 and dazai pls ehe

love, masu. of course nonnie!! this is super cute, i rlly hope u like it!! the prompt really works for him aha :b i made this rlly long on accident soo!!! haha have fun. i’m not sure this entirely matches the fluff aspect of the prompt… but idc LOL

2, “a random, tight embrace”…

spontaneity was something you had grown very accustomed to, having dated dazai for quite some time now.

wether it be the bouquets of flowers he would leave on your desk at the agency, the loud love confessions he would shout out in public or the passionate kisses he would give you in front of others; the element of surprise was something you has grown a newfound fondness for.

but the surprises you liked the most, were the smaller, lesser anticipated ones.

it wasn’t late, 6:45 PM, maybe? who knows, regardless, it had been a long day of paperwork and stress. a long day with no dazai at the agency. unfortunately it was his day off, and ironically, not yours. how cliché.

you were concerned for the well-being of not only himself, but your apartment. but you guessed he could only do so much without getting bored, or you know, trying to through himself off a bridge. (not that he’s done that recently, you suspect it’s because of— well, you.)

you opened the door and presented yourself with a cheerful “samu! i’m hooomeee!” and dropped your belongings by the front door— choosing to ignore the fact one of you would trip over it sooner or later. the lack of your boyfriend was slightly odd, but you decided to ignore it, walking further into the apartment and heading towards your shared bedroom.

as you opened the door, the sense of oddness turned into more of a panic, as the man you assumed to be asleep on your bed, was not.

where was he? it’s not like he would have gone anywhere without a message beforehand, even a “not at the apartment right now! don’t worry if you don’t see me :b” would’ve been enough.. oh god. what if he was kidnapped? killed? ambushed? where would they have taken him? is it worth calling up kunikida? should you panicking? scrap that— you are panicking.

if your overthinking wasn’t enough to freak you out, then slight creak your closet made definitely was. looking at the old, wooden door, you pondered if even coming home was a good idea. there were two options here, run, or check it out.

..

of course you were going to check it out.

you slowly lifted your foot, edging closer to the closet, “osamu, i swear. if you’re in there, i will kill you.”

another step.

“if you aren’t osamu, by the way, i will also kill you.”

at that, you thought you heard a giggle, but you ignored it and carried on tip-toeing closer.

“the joke isn’t funny anymore, come out-!”

“boo!”

a sudden warmth engulfed your frame and you almost felt bad, seeing as your mini heart attack caused the both of you to topple down onto the floor. which hurt, might you add.

“osamu dazai, you just gave me a heart attack! what is wrong with you!”

his head lifted up from your neck and grinned,

“sorry, bella! i just got so bored without you, i had to do something!”

you sighed, calming down from the shock.

“and the way to stop that boredom was to hide in a closet…”

“mhm!”

“pounce on me..”

“yep!”

“and suffocate me.?”

“bingoooo!”

you laughed.

spontaneity was something you had grown very accustomed to, having dated dazai for quite some time now.

but you were still as clueless as ever, and that’s why you love it.

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[staysluttymyfriends97]

(Henry Cavil x actress!reader ) Part 3

First things First Im sorry it took me so long. I was mad at myself for how I ended part two so I lost the story in my mind for a minute. But don’t you worry I have found it. This will be the last part. I really hope y'all enjoy it. 

I have been loving the love the other parts of this story has been getting. This give me the motivation I need to keep writing. 

Please like, reblog spread the love!! I love seeing how every is liking my work!!

I don’t really know what I want to write next so if you have any suggestion please let a girl know!!! I love you all so much and thank you again!! 

-Love Abby kay 

 With out further ado part 3!!

part two

Part one 

here are the links for the other parts!! (I just learned how to do that. I am very happy for me) 

warnings: Y/n brain is about to implode from information over load, Zendaya being the best friend we all want. Mention of sex(Kinda) 

He loves me. He wants to be with me for the rest of my life. What does that even mean?  He has wanted me since the beginning of our friendship? My brain hurts. I can't tell if I still want to be mad at him or not. I spent six months of my life thinking I lost him for good. I spent six months thinking he didn’t love me and he was just trying to let me go easy. That wasn’t the case at all. He had a plan. I don’t know the steps of this plan but he had one. My  simple “Please” made him throw that out the window. I know that man and I know without a plan he goes a little crazy. In hindsight , ambushing him as soon as he woke up was not a good idea. 

“How are you?” Zendaya said. I look up to see she is right in front of me. I didn’t even know she had come into the room. I could tell by the look on her face she was trying to read me to get a clue on her question. “How are you?” felt like the hardest question I have ever been asked. I didn’t know how I was. 

“I’m Breathing.” Was the only answer I could give her. Beyond  that I didn’t really know. He gave me such a big answer I was trying to make it fit into how I felt. “He told me he loved me.” I look her in the eyes and rest my head back on the wall behind me. Maybe if I can see how she will react it will help me see how I feel. 

“He did what?” she was just as shocked as I was. That is not helping me work through this. “That can’t be. He told you he couldn’t be with you. That he didn’t love you. Hell he let you run away for six months. Not a text or a call. Not even a carrier pigeon.” She had a point there. Six months of nothing is what was stopping me from wanting anything from him. That was making my head spin. 

“He never said he didn’t love me.” I wanted to stand up for him. “Want to know what he said this time?” I slid down the wall and sat on the floor. I look up at her as I ask the question. I see her nod her head.”He said he has loved me since he met me. He felt I was too young at the time and wanted me to “live my life”. Whatever that means. He had a plan for telling me this but the me asking for sex kinda throw him off his plan. And he is not very good without a plan.” I watched her the whole time I was talking. If I could see how she reacted it might help me. Her face was giving nothing away. 

“That’s a lot.” Zen said as she crossed arms over her chest . 

“No shit it is a lot. That is why I need your face to give me answers. He put the ball in my court. I told him I needed a minute and he said take all the time you need. I'm not letting you run this time.” 

“Oh wow, that's something. But why not talk to you for six months? That is where I am stuck.” she moves to squat down on her haunches.  Holding herself up with a hand on the ground. 

“It is where I am stuck as well.” I start rocking my  head back and hit the wall ever so gently. My hope is if I hit it a good amount of time an answer will come to me. I will have some kind of revelation. An aha! moment if you will. 

“Stop doing that. You're going to get a brain injury.” Zen says she reaches out to put her hand on my  knee. She gives it a light squeeze then moves to sit on the floor. 

“I feel like I already have one. My brain is wanting to take a break from my body. I can just feel it. I just don’t ..” I stop speaking as I hear a knock on the door. I look at Zendaya to see if she looks as shocked as I am. I raise an eyebrow then call for the person to come in. When they do I see it is my assistant, Jess. She looks very unsure of herself. Like she is very uncomfortable  with being here. I look to Zen to see if she is getting the same feeling. By the look on her face she is. “ I’m kind of in the middle of a breakdown here Jess, so unless the building is on fire can it please wait.” 

“I know that’s why he sent me in here to check on you.” Jess looks down then starts picking at her fingers. A nervous tick me and her share . Wait a minute. 

“Who is he? Henry?” I am not 100% sure it was him. It very well could have been Tom. He gets very antsy  if me and Zen disappear for too long. I feel that is not the case right now because she is acting way too odd for that to be so. 

“Yes Henry. He sent me to explain something to you.” she takes in a sharp breath. Goodness. I have never seen this girl so nervous. Jess has been working with me for almost a year and was the best I have ever seen. She knew how to keep me calm and get the job done. You would not know that if you saw her now.  

“On with it please Jess. The suspense is killing us.” Zendaya says as she starts to rub her forehead. She is now looking as stressed as I feel. 

“So you see,” Jess lets out the breath it seems she has been holding in,’’ Right after christmas Henry started texting me everyday. He would ask how you are doing and what your schedule was, have you been sleeping all that kind of stuff. I didn’t know why until you got back from your little break that you guys had some kind of falling out. He never really went into details about it. I never really asked. He then begged me to text him once everyday to give him an update on you.” 

“He checked on me everyday? For how long?” I finally feel like I’m getting some kind of answer now. Like it is all coming together. I just need to know how long he kept that up for. 

“My last text to him was yesterday.” Jess was finally able to look me in the eyes now. 

“Everyday for the past six months you have texted him about me? Everyday not stopping once?” I have to be sure I am hearing her right. 

“Yes, Everyday for the past 6 months I have been giving him a Y/N update.  He didn’t miss a day.” she nodded her head giving herself a job well done. I can’t think of anything to say back to her. So she takes that as her sign to leave. She adds in one more thing before she goes. “He also said if you frie me he will give me a job. Just letting you know in case you don't want me working for you anymore.” 

I smile at her. “Your job is safe for right now. Can you make sure everything is ready in our dressing room? We will be there in a minute to get ready.” She gave me a nod then left. 

Zendaya and I sat in silence for a few minutes. I was finally getting my head around everything. I have all the answers I need now. All of them but one. Surprising myself and Zendaya I spring to my feet. I turn to her to see she has moved as fast as I have. “Go to the dressing room, I will be there in a minute.” I don’t give her anytime to respond as I leave the room. I know what I’m looking for now and I have to find it. Forever being the creacher of habit I know he will be in the same room he is always in when he comes to the show. I round the last corner and I see his PA standing out front of his door. “Is he in there?” I called her as I got closer. By the smile on her face I had the feeling she knew I would be coming. She gives me another smile as she turns to walk away. I finally got to the door. I can't stop now. I pause for just a second to gather my breath before I  barge in. I wanted to knock. I really did but I felt the courage I had slowly leaving me so I just went for it.  No knocking, just opening the door and stepping in. I turn to shut the door then turn back to face into the room. 

There he was. He was on the couch along the wall in front of me. One arm draped across the back, the other in his lap holding a glass of what I assume is bourbon. The smile on his face was definitely one of the shit eating kind. I can't quite tell if I’m happy or upset about the fact he seemed to know me well enough to know I would come right to him after he sent Jess to me. I lean my back on the door and cross my arms over my chest. He keeps eye contact with me as he brings his drink to his lips. After taking a small sip he brings the glass back down to rest in his lap. He tilts his head to the side as he runs his tongue over his bottom lip. Oh this man knows what he is doing. For some reason I have it in my mind I don’t want to be the one to break the silence first. I don’t know why. I just know I want him to say something first. His heavy eye contact is making me nervous. I bring my hands down in front of me, I start to pull on my fingers.

“And there it is. Your tell. Tell me sweetheart what's going through that lovely brain of yours.” I smile at him as he speaks. Somewhat proud of myself that he spoke first. 

“You get very cocky when you have a drink in you.” I say as I go back to crossing my arms. 

“I have so many jokes for that one but we have something serious to discuss so I will let it slide.” 

“Okay, One question.” 

“The anticipation is killing me.” 

“Why now?,” I push off the door and walk towards him,”After six months of watching me from the sidelines, why now?” It had been the one thing that was running through my mind since Jess left me. He was the only one I wanted answering the question. 

Effortlessly he pushes himself off the couch. He sets his drink on the coffee table in front of him, he moves to walk around it. He doesn't stop until he is right in front of me. “I heard you have a date coming up and I didn’t want to have to fight someone.” He showed no emotions. He kept his face even. This man. I couldn’t help but laugh a little. “Why is that funny?” he did not seem amused with the humor  I found in this all.   

“A date? The only thing you could be talking about is my coffee “Date” with Sebastian. I use the word date very lightly here.” 

“Oh but you still used it.” He spoke with a venom I have never heard from him. It shouldn’t have but it made me smile.”Why are you smiling? This isn’t funny”

“You are jealous. It’s cute. And it is not a date. We are thinking of doing a movie together and he wanted to talk it out with me. Not to mention the fact we have been in a few movies together and he wanted to catch up.” 

“Well you had Jess put it down as a date and I got scared you were moving on. So I called Graham and asked if I could be on the show.” And there it was. I now had all the puzzle pieces together. The sweet loving man before me was scared of losing me so he had to step up and do something about it. I still want to be a little upset that, that  something was blindsiding me on a tv show but I feel I can let it slide this time. Because I know this is a plan he had. A plan he wanted to go very smoothly. “ I become a crazy man when I think I am losing the one I love, Y/N.” 

“You're not losing me.”  His head snapped up as I spoke. The hope in his eyes was all I needed. “I will say I don’t know if I want to hit you in the face or kiss you” 

“Can we do the latter first? We can circle back to the other if you feel we need to.” 

“You into that kind of thing Cavil?” 

“Baby I will be into whatever you want me to be into. Now let me kiss you please?” 

He didn’t have to ask twice. I jumped into his arms wrapping my legs around his waist. One of his hands went to the back of my head and the other rested on my back holding me to him. His lips met mine at a speed I have never seen before. The kiss was so hungry I forgot how to breathe. I pulled back and rested my forehead on his. He wrapped my hair around his fingers and pulled my head back ever so gently. His lips were on my neck making it even harder to breathe. He was biting down ever so softly. “Easy big boy, we don't want my make-up team to have more work.” I tell him very breathlessly. With that he fully bits down and sucks. I pull back to scold him  but then we hear a knock on the door. 

“I’m busy!” he called to the door sounding very irritated. 

“I’m sure you are but I need Y/N.” I hear Zendaya yell back at him.”Are you fully clothed I’m coming in?” 

“I was trying no to be.” Henry said under his breath as he sat me back down on my feet. 

“You are very cheeky today.” I say as I august my self and move to open the door. 

“Wait,’’ He grabs my hand to spin  me to face him.”We are a couple now right? I don’t want to go back to friends.” 

“You told me forever so that's what I'm betting on.” I lean up to kiss him.

“I’m coming in. You better be clothed.” I hear Zendaya say as she opens the door. I turned back to face her . 

“It would be pay back, I promise.” I tell her as I reach out my hand for her to take. She rolls her eyes at me as she takes my hand.  

“We have to go.” She then pulls my hand as she walks out of the room pulling me along. 

“I love you, Henry. See you later.” 

“I love you too” he calls after me. He adds in “That's my girl everyone.” 

It feels like the start of something beautiful. And I can’t wait to see what happens next.

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[k00ldino]

CANON OVER THE MOON 4 U LORE

~ ass station ~

it was nighttime as vector drove home, the darkness illuminated by the endless streaks of street lamps and digital billboards. he was pretty pleased with himself, having just pulled off a successful heist. if you can even call it that. stealing screws from the local hardware store was hardly risky in any way. nevertheless, he still found himself carrying the victory with pride. and a stupid smirk on his face.

the silence in his car was broken only when his stomach gave a low growl. man, heists really make a guy hungry!

he was in no mood to go through a drive through this late at night. he knew the only restaurants open would be some sleazy burger joint, and he wasn’t really feeling it. what he REALLY wanted was a simple bag of doritos and maybe a soda to wash it down with.

lo and behold, he didn’t have to go very far before his eyes locked onto his next target. a small corner gas station with a flashing sign that labeled itself as “open late”. perfect! he swerved into the parking lot, making a beeline for the door.

it was quiet inside. uncomfortably so. his footsteps felt embarrassingly loud as he paced through the aisles, searching for the chip section. motor supplies… instant noodles… aha!

there was another person in the aisle. the only other patron in the whole store. just his luck… that was going to make this more difficult. luckily, they seemed preoccupied comparing the prices of different brands. the man figured it wouldn’t hurt to make a bit of a risky move just this once. nothing a supervillain couldn’t handle!

he waltzed up beside the customer casually, glancing at their face before reaching out for a bag.

hang on… wait a second.

“hey! i know you!” he blurted out

the person, startled, jumped a little before turning to face him. he watched in amusement as their expression turned from confused, to shocked, to embarrassed. their cheeks very obviously tinged with blush.

“you-.. um. heyyy?” they finally responded, grinning awkwardly.

“i’d recognize that hair anywhere!” he continued, gesturing towards the other’s dyed neon green wolf cut. “you’re the guy that let me get away from the avl last week! and the week before that. thanks, by the way.”

they looked a little antsy. the way they kept glancing around and messing with the strings on their jacket led him to believe they probably shouldn’t have been talking to him. or maybe…

“oh, yeahh. that.” he noticed their cheeks turning more red as they danced in place. “it was an accident! i didn’t mean to- erm… you’re welcome?”

there was a long pause as the two of them stared at each other intensely. what was UP with this guy?

he decided to have a bit of fun. “are you okay? you’re looking a little flushed.” he inched closer. “i’m not making you nervous, am i?”

vector found immense joy at the way their eyes widened, their shoulders tensed.

“i have to go!” turning tail they briskly made their way to the counter at the front. hoping to pay and leave as fast as possible.

the man selected a bag and followed, taking the moment to speak to them one last time before they disappeared for good. his plan to leave without paying was swiftly abandoned, all for the price of getting one last chance to make a move on this strange individual. was that creepy? probably. but it’s not like he was just some rando hitting on them or anything. they had history!

he stood in line behind them. he took a second to appreciate their clothing. especially the black jacket with little embroidered flowers scattered across the sleeves and front, unzipped to display a band t-shirt underneath. cute.

he cleared his throat to get their attention before speaking. “that jacket looks nice on you, by the way.” he offered what he hoped to be a sincere smile. gosh, he had no idea why he was doing this.

they paused in the middle of stuffing their change back into their wallet. he guessed the smile worked, because they smiled back! a genuine, weirdly adorable, smile.

“… thanks. yours too.”

that’s why.

now it was HIS turn to be flustered. his own cheeks burned as the green-haired individual left the shop. oh. he was going to be thinking about that interaction for the rest of the week. the usually very suave and confident vector had finally met his match! his heart pounded, and he reached up to feel his face. he couldn’t believe this was happening.

“are you gonna buy that, orr-..”

oh yeah, right. he shook his head as if to shake away his feelings and bought the bag of chips.

walking back to his vehicle, he giggled to himself.

how funny it was, to enter a store for a simple bag of doritos and leave with a longing he never thought imaginable.

#he didn’t even get a pop #what a fucking idiot #selfship #over the moon 4 u

[boboteam89]

HSR Senti ramblings

Hello this is literally my first post and it's me rambling about my idea of how Senti could exist in the Honkai Star Rail universe, do beware that it may be really silly and lore innacurate nonsense, you have been warned!!! It also might have a little involvement of SentiHua so... So I have thought of this for a long time and this is what I came up with, let me explain, starting off with important information : Marshal Hua. My theory is that she is a Vidyadhara who resembles the legend of Phoenix and is Phoenix herself, however Phoenix exists as "another entity" ( aka almost like how Fenghuang's Down sentience works ) There is this one quest called "Poetic Genius Ingenium", in short it tells us a story about a man named Cong and a woman named Jingzhai. All the information we need from this quest is that he is a Vidyadhara that seems to remember Jingzhai no matter how much he went through hatching rebirth. All of this information leads me to thinking : what if it's possible for a Vidyadhara to leave a body behind? Listen, this does sound absurd as the Vidyadharas revolve around continuous cellular transdifferentiation, which means they techncially just transofrm. But we have numerous different cases of disorders that the Vidyadhara can be affected by, for example Jinyu that undergoes the cicle of hatching rebirth every few months. So this could technically exist as a disease and tie with the idea of Hua having so much personalities and even versions of "self" in the Honkai lore. That leads us to the part of the lore bs I have thought of. Basically Senti is "a body" that remained after Fu Hua went through hatching rebirth once (probably when she was already a marshal and ig most of her memories still remained aftet that). She has all the memories that Hua had, and when she first was "born" into this world. She thought she was Hua for a long time, but their viewpoints are very different and unalike, so who is she? Is she truly an individual being? How can she break that mirror and see her true self? She had a plan in her mind. - Surely, I can at least bring them some fun. The biggest difference for sure being - she had grown fond of the Elation. After observing the usual life of the citizens of Xianzhou, she thought it lacked some fun. The people here were just too much focused on their duties. Sure, they might have very deep connections, but do all of them really not lack that sense of connection? Sometimes, work even made them cut it off completely. She decided to carry on Hua's duty as a marshal with some...Changes. During that time, "Hua" was really kind to all of the members of the Cloud Knights - she spent a lot of time with the Cloud Knights, cut them some slack, gave them random gifts and treated them very well, even was laidback about the work sometimes. In comparision - Hua was pretty closed off and more strict, she was somewhat cold most of the time and didn't find a place for herself with the Cloud Knights, despite still doing a great job in helping and caring for them. However Senti was no strategist unlike Hua, and soon after spiked up a little problem - unfinished assignments, very clunky reports, and the amount of chaotic events, which turned out to be a complete hit for the duty of the Cloud Knights. It didn't take long for Hua to realise that she had been "replaced". That is when she noticed the culprit behind all of that in her office. - Ah, so you've noticed! - said Senti, cheerfully, but not surprised, almost as if she was awaiting this. - You see, you're not me, and I'm not you, but I was hoping to bring some more joy and happiness into your lives! Don't you get a little lonely like this? Maybe you're giving a tad too much work for yourself and too less of time that you can enjoy. Now you can at least look back at this and say "Aha!" . It is, alas, the time for us to part... Hua stood there shocked. She was not offended by this, nor did she really mind all that this person had done. She was probably the first one to ever care for Hua so greatly, so... — Wait! Could you...Stay?

#honkai star rail #herrscher of sentience #fu hua #text post #art

[blackfangedreaper]

Uh hello UwU. I'd like to request a Law x Fem reader fluff! Basically I'd like a situation where reader's been pestering Law for attention but he ignores her cuz he's busy. Reader finally leaves upset and decides to hang out with Penguin and Sacchin instead. Law is eventually done with his work and waits for reader but after a few hours without her, he gets restless and goes to look for her. Thank you soo much!

Hehe im loving this suggestion ok ill try my best to satisfy you.✧*｡٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و✧*｡

ABSENT

Pairings: Trafalgar Law x Fem!reader

Warning: curse words, grammatical errors (maybe, i was too lazy to triple check) and fluff😍✨

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Today of all days you decide to be clingy, why won't you just leave him alone, you definitely see him working but it seems that doesn't matter as you continue to pester him and whine for his attention.

You can tell he's getting irritated, you could see the irk mark forming right beside his forehead but unfortunately for him, you really didn't care, he's been ignoring you for a while now and its really pissing you off.

"C'mon you could do this later, just lay with me please!" you sigh.

Law turns seeing you laying on one of the many vacant hospital beds, he sighs massaging his temples with his index and middle finger. "Im busy, if it wasn't obvious the last four times i told you!"

"I know, plus you look tired i'm not telling you to neglect your work just rest a little with me!" you said pouting.

"My answer remains the same!" he said frustrated from your continuous pestering.

"Law look-"

"Your giving me a headache, please leave"

"What? Law-"

"Fuck, leave Y/N-ya." He hissed.

"Well fine, i hope you choke on BREAD!!" you said storming out and slamming the door with a resounding 'bang'.

"Stupid law, who the fuck does he think he is." You grumbled all the way to the living area of the submarine which seemed to be preoccupied by shachi and penguin.

They both seemed to be heavily invested in whatever they were doing that they didn't notice you, well that was until they felt your looming figure behing them.

"AHHHhhh" they both let out girlish screams until they saw it was you.

"Oh my gosh, you scared me Y/N!" Shachi said putting his hand on his chest while regulating his breathing.

"I swear i almost pissed myself" penguin gasped clutching onto a piece of paper

"...that's too much information bro" shachi said disgusted.

"So what are you guys doing!" You asked peering into the sheet of paper penguin was holding in curiosity.

"Animal, name, place or thing!" Shachi exclaimed.

"Yeah, it's fun wanna join?" penguin suggested.

"Sure!" You agreed forgetting about the law incident.

"So how do we play?" You asked

"First you need to write down all alphabets starting from A down to Z then you write down the animal, name, place or thing that has the first letter of the alphabet which is chosen by a player in each round." Shachi explained.

"And each player gets twenty seconds to complete the row of the letter chosen." Penguin said.

"Yeah, for example S, snake, shachi, saobody archipelago and ship" shachi explained.

As shachi and penguin explained more of the game, you being the bad bitch you were understood quite fast, or maybe the game wasn't that complex to understand.

"Ok let's start, penguin you go!" Shachi suggested.

"I choose W." Penguin exclaimed.

As the letter was called you searched your brain for answers, getting an idea you jotted down quickly as time was almost up.

"Time's up!" Penguin said as he gave his paper to you while you gave yours to shachi, who gave his to penguin.

Silence filled the living area as you all marked each others answers, that was until shachi bursted out laughing.

"Aha haha, what the fuck Y/N, whitebeard's ship isn't a place" shachi said choking on his laugh.

"No way she wrote that?!" Penguin asked in disbelief and leaned over to check.

"Hey HEY! It is!" You argued now looking at the laughing penguin and shachi.

"No it isn't!!" They argued back.

"Uh... It actually is though" ikkaku said passing by.

"HA! Thanks babe!" You exclaimed thanking her.

"We girls have to stick together" she said winking at you, then going towards the direction of the kitchen.

"Ugh fine fine, you win this one." Shachi said scowling then proceeded to give you a total of five points.

You all switched back your papers before checking your scores.

You seemed to be having fun, you haven't actually been spending much time with shachi and penguin and actually made you realize how much you missed your closest friends maybe law sending you out was a good thing.

"Ha, i love this let's play some more." You said beaming.

"Yes!" Shachi and penguin exclaimed.

Meanwhile a certain doctor was starting to feel your absence.

After he sent you out, he actually got some work done but why did he feel like he was missing something.

'oh well' shrugging the feeling off as he continued filling out patient applications and checking on crewmates who had not yet come for their monthly check up.

Pressure started to weigh down on his chest, was it worry or guilt. 'where were you? maybe he shouldn't have sent you out'. He thought tapping his fingers on his desk anxiously, but he managed to push it all down and finish his work.

Now that he was finally done he waited for you to come back.

An hour passed which turned to two, three then finally four hours which seemed longer as he kept glancing at the clock and it seemed to be mocking him.

He's never gone that long without you pestering him, his eyebrow twitched as he became impatient, he stood up hanging his labcoat on the coat rack before heading towards the exit of the clinic. I guess he's gonna have to get you himself.

He passed the several rooms of his crewmembers, as he headed towards the kitchen which seemed to be occupied by some of his crewmembers.

"Oh hey cap'n looking for sum'n?" ikkaku asked smirking, she knew what or rather who he was looking for.

"Where is she?" He asked rolling his eyes at her smug face.

"Living area with shachi and penguin." She answered.

"Hm." He left hastily but not before giving her a nod as thanks.

The echos of laughter and chatter met his ears as he walked towards the living area, he was soon met with a rolling penguin and wheezing you.

"W-Wait, it was a mistake! I swear" shachi said pleading.

"Nah, bro it looked intentional to me!" Penguin said cackling.

"Oh, yo-you should h-have seen his f-face omg, what the hell shachi!" You said tearing up, you were getting breathless from all this laughing.

"Look i panicked ok, so i just picked whatever i touched, it wasn't on purpose please!" Shachi begged trying to reason with you both.

Rewinding back to four hours ago you all seemed to finish the first game with shachi in first place, you in second and penguin in last place, deciding to spend more time with each other you played several then settled with playing truth or dare.

And it seemed that shachi got himself in trouble, i mean sneaking into your captain's room? How brave of you.

"Please don't tell captain, i'll do anything i swear" shachi swore.

"Don't tell me what?" Law's voiced bounced around the walls creating an echo effect causing shachi and penguin to turn pale after realising their captain may have heard them.

"U-Uh hey uh captain" they stuttered while you rolled your eyes and crossed your arms refusing to acknowledge him.

"I asked a question." He raised an eyebrow demanding an answer.

"Nothing i swear!" Shachi exclaimed, making penguin wince, they're fucked aren't they.

"It doesn't seem like it!" Law pressured.

It almost worked as penguin was about to spill due to being pressured and shachi looked like he was about to burst out crying, but you stepped in before any of that could happened "As they said before its nothing."

"..." His eyebrow twitched as he turned to look at you "Y/N-ya where have you been?" He tapped his feet waiting for an answer.

'Who died and made him king?! Where have you been? To hell with that your not telling him shit!'. You thought frustrated as your brow twitched.

"Hmph." You said turning away from him.

"Why you!" He walked towards you forgetting about your two companions, oh now he was fixated on you and noone else.

"Kya!!" You exclaimed as your vision turned upside down, the only thing in your sight is his back.

"Hey Hey!! Put me down!" You demanded hitting his back with your fists.

He ignored you, gave your two friends a warning glare and then proceeded to walk away with you on his shoulder.

Arriving at the door of your shared room, he opens the door, walks towards of your bed and lays you there, before you could protest he lays on top of blocking all routes of escape.

"Hey! Get off!" You say trying to wiggle free.

"No." He says his breathe brushing against your neck.

You gasp feeling a pleasant shiver down your spine causing you to desperately wiggle free.

"Hey! Stop squirming!" He lifts his head to glance at you, you turn to scowl at him.

"Get off then." She suggested smiling insincerely.

"No." He repeated, before dropping his head against your chest while encircling your body with his arms.

You sigh and decided to give up, silence fills the room as you feel his breathing slow down, 'i-is he sleeping right now?!' You sweatdropped, looking down to check only to see a pair of grey eyes staring right back at you.

"Ah!" You exclaimed startled while looking away, you feel heat start to crawl up your (s/c) face.

You hear his chuckle which turns to laughter and you can't just help but laugh too.

"Haha, im sorry!" He said, his laughter dying down.

"Eh, its ok i guess it was kinda funny." you said smiling.

"No, not about that- well that to but ha- im apologising for the rude behaviour i displayed earlier today." He said diverting his eyes somewhere else in guilt.

"Oh-" he rose his hand to stop you, wanting to finish first before hearing your take on it.

"I know, i shouldn't have sent you out and i was so worried when you didn't come back after a while and then i see you with them after waiting four hours for you to come back-" He sighed not knowing how to tell you he was jealous.

"-and It didn't just sit well with me." He looked up at you then looked away, only to look back when he heard your laughter.

"Oh my gosh, haha i get you were guilty but the jealous part? Oh gosh law ahahaha" you were wheezing you didn't even think he was one to get jealous.

"Hey, stop laughing at me!" He demanded.

You could see his face and ears heating up and couldn't help but pinch his cheeks "aww you look so red."

He pulls off your hands from his face and holds then in his hands, stroking them softly with the pad of his thumbs. "So?"

"So?" You ask confused.

"Am i forgiven?" He asked.

"On one condition!" You said.

"That would be?" He asked expecting a high demand.

"Take breaks ok? I know you work really hard and im proud really proud of you, but i'm gonna need you to rest once in a while, ok?" You said caressing his face.

"I-I'll try my best." He said leaning into your warm hands.

"Yosh! your forgiven, now i demand cuddles" you demanded.

He chuckles pulling close with your head laying on his chest, he sighs feeling your warmth engulfing him as he kisses your forehead bidding you a good sleep. "Anything for you, Y/N-ya."

You smiling feeling his lips brushing against your forehead before you drift off enjoying the warmth your lover provided you.

I guess it's calm before the storm because somewhere in the submarine shachi and penguin are racking their heads trying to figure out how to return their captain's white boxer with meat prints to him, it seemed to be given to him by everyone's favourite strawhat wearer, theirs screams echoing in the submarine are gonna be astronomical!.

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Wrists aching, eyes heavy and brian strained but still maintaining beauty cause there's no rest for the wicked.✧⁺⸜(●˙▾˙●)⸝⁺✧

I hope you like it, to be honest this is way longer than i expected, but hopefully this satisfys you.

Ugh im going to bed😭.

Thank you for reading!❤✨

#one piece x reader #one piece fanfiction #fem reader #tralfagar law #law x reader #heart pirates #law x y/n

[melodyofthevoid]

hello it's me, annonymous person coming at ya once again.

no "annonymous" is not a typo, i was actually born with two n's protruding from my knee; which is why they called me double n's nnonymous sometimes back in my town, "totally anonymous city." it has a massive sign that says that so people will know at first glance it is anonymous.

anyways i see you are looking forward for the knowledge and wisdom of the anonymous people once again, and request a humble homage, of which i shall of course humbly deliver once more, my people always aim to please.

okay well, aside from a handful group of us we call "jeremie's", we don't talk about them and we always apologize for their existance.

so!

uhhh..... hmmm.. uhhh i don't actually know you, totally, so... hold on...... i uh.... fuck, why is tumblr so confusing to use?... well as jk simmons from portal 2 said: "an evening at the improv."

aha! okay according to your.. ehhh "masterpost" your name is melody, pretty cute name that's a charm, i guess; and you have... a few links that might help you, or well, me or whomever, to navigate around here.

awww well, that's really swell and considering of you to consider that considerable and helpful guide, i like you already!

and uhhh.. you have an ao3? the fuck's that? morse code? ah well whatever, uhhhhh... you have a kofi? as in, coffee? oh well i imagine you must make pretty good coffee, warm and dear hearts are often infectious like that. and you have, a royalty au arc, wait no.. two actually, there's two of them now. and uhhh lemme just get in there for a sec and.... oh! invader zim! i loved this show as a kid! and... why are they wearing dresses? and trapping themselves in mirrors? and... wtf why are they tall for some reason, why does dib have trauma? dib doesn't have trauma right? what the fuck why are they kissing? enemies don't do that? do they? wait.. really? who in the absolute fuck is this veiny green bitch.. zib? wait...... this guy's real? WHAT THERE'S COMICS OF INVADER ZIM? WHAT HOW HAVE I NEVER KNOWN THIS WHATHEACTUALFU-

anyways, i completely thank you for notifying me of the existance of more content of my childhood show! and also being a source of unofficial content of my childhood show aswell! it's as much of a fever dream as the real deal, it's one of the reasons i enjoyed the show so much as a kid, completely out of left lane; freedom of expression and such.

okay so, uhhhh... ocean idiots! lets see this one, i'm already excited considering the quality of your previous work!

hmmm...... woah! this is great! a pirate adventure where they... oh my word there's a massive eel thing! and... oh... everyone's dead... she's alone... and... oh! she's talking to the moon goddess! maybe there's hope and- oh... nevermind... pirate girl's conditions are getting worse... water powers tho? that's really sick as hell actually that's- oh... her arm fell off..... oh wait actually she can regrow her arm! she's part water goddess now! and- oh.... people are hunting her down now... oh! omg shark pirate girlfriend! that's- oh.... she gave her a scar and her girlfriend left..... her condition is reaching it's climax and..... i..

....it was already over when it started......

...

this is phenominal! holy hell! and here i was last month or so, thinking i was talking out of my ass when i said you were a well and just person with a undeniable prowess with the arts! nah i was dead set bullseye the moment those words left my mouth!

fucking wicked great job me.

this has been an interesting experience! it's been really nice *actually totally* seeing from you! because once again, i need to clarify. i am indeed, an annonymous person, and i have never been an ocean idiots fan until now! totally! completely and utterly! we'll meet again.... uh... melody? was it? idk, but this has been more than a pleasure!

ciao!

I’m going to be completely honest I have no idea how to react to this.

#thank you? I think? #melody rambles

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

if prompts are still open but I was wondering if you could do a fic about Peter 2’s Harry and him getting tickled because they wanna see his dimples for his dimples the ler can be Peter 3 or Norman ❤️

Dimples

Summary: See prompt above :)

(Okay, I had to do a Norman and Peter 2 team up on Harry with some Otto teases thrown in ❤️😅 It's just such a cute idea! ❤️😁 Hope you enjoy Anon ❤️ :))

"It's almost ready . . . Just a little more and---."

Norman opened the door. "Harry I---."

"Look out!"

The older man ducked as one of Otto's actuators grabbed the projectile out of air.

"You two okay?"

Norman felt a squeeze to his shoulder before Otto responded. "A little startled Peter, but we'll live."

Meanwhile, Norman straightened back up. "A little?"

"Okahay." Otto's actuator set the projectile onto one of the desks. "Maybe more than a littlehel."

Harry moved closer to the older scientists. "Sorry about that dahad."

Norman noted the comical spray of soot across his son's face. "What were you two even doing?"

"Trying to make a launcher for pumpkin bombs."

"Why those?"

"They're still some leftover." Harry flicked a piece of soot off of his shoulder. "Might as well put them to actual good use."

Peter waved. "We just need to recalibrate something."

"Obviously," Norman teased.

Harry playfully rolled his eyes before rejoining Peter. "Yeah yeah."

"Maybe we should add a delay start to the bombs?" Peter offered. "That way it has more time to exit before it goes off."

"Might want to shorten the launch tube too. Gives it less space inside."

Norman smiled at the two. The sight brought back memories from when the boys were younger and would glue themselves at the hip to create all sorts of crazy contraptions that were sure to revolutionize the world.

Norman was brought out of his thoughts when Otto stepped closer. "Just please don't destroy the lab with whatever you two create."

"Aww, come on Otto." Harry flashed him a grin. "That's half the fun!"

One of Otto's actuators squealed.

"Of course he's joking Flo. He wouldn't actually blow us up."

The grin on the younger man's face grew even more. "Don't hohold yohour breheath."

And that's when the first dimple popped up.

Peter noticed it and he gave Harry's cheek a quick poke. "Yeah, yohou cahan tell he's teasing because his dimple's poking ohout."

In response, Harry playfully shoved him. "Shut up!"

Otto immediately turned. "You have dimples?"

"Yeah?"

"That's adorable!"

The younger man rolled his eyes. "Not that big of a dealAH---!"

Peter grinned as he poked Harry's side again. "You can really see thehem when he gets tickleheled."

"Knock ihit ohoff!" Harry poked him back. "Or I'll tickle you bahack!"

Meanwhile, Norman moved a little closer. "Peter's not wrohong. Aha few tickles and both of them just pop out."

Harry groaned into his hands. "Dad!"

Otto chuckled. "Oh doho thehey now?"

"Yeheah!" Peter also slipped in a tickle to his friend's side. "And they're adorablehel!"

While Harry fought off Peter's hand, Norman slipped in another tickle to his other side. "The cutehest."

Harry kept one hand directed towards Peter while the other whipped around to his Dad's. "No!"

By now, one full dimple was already on display for the group.

Otto cooed. "I've got to see thihis."

"No you dohoOON'T! OTTO!"

"Yes I do." Otto's actuators grabbed Harry's wrists and lifted them above his head. "This ihis tohoo cute! You're usually so cocky Ihi wahant to see the other side!"

The younger man squirmed. "C-come on Otto! Put me doOWN!"

Norman wiggled his fingers into his son's ribs. "There was a spot somewhere up here that had him grinning like crazy."

"Hey hehey hehehey!"

"Reallyhy?" Peter wiggled his fingers into Harry's side. "I thought it wahas dohown here."

"Eep! Jeherks!"

"Noho no no Peter, Ihi think wehere both wrohong." Norman then moved down to spider into Harry's stomach. "I think it was hehere."

"Ah! Noho!" Harry snorted.

Peter chuckled. "No way! Yohou found the snort switch Misteher Ohosbohorne!"

Otto even had to grin. "Awww, he looks absolutely adorable."

By now, the second dimple on Harry's face was already starting to peep out as he blushed darkly. He tried to pull his elbows in to hide the betraying features.

"Hehey!" Peter spidered into his armpits. "No hidihing."

Harry jumped and cackled at the attack.

Otto's actuators pulled Harry's arms a little farther apart so he couldn't hide as easily. "Awww, hihis armpihits ahare almost as bad as yohours Pete."

Peter blushed this time. "Nu-uh!"

"Oh Otto, if you think his armpits are bad." Norman spidered his hands down to Harry's hips. "Watch this!"

When Norman dug into his son's hips, Harry immediately squealed and squirmed.

"Aww, look at thahat." One of the actuators pinched Harry's cheek again. "Thohose dimplehels are soho precious.

"SHUT UHUP!"

The second dimple on Harry's face was already showing as clearly as the first, but Norman thought it could be even more clear. "Hey Peter."

Peter peeked up at Norman. "Yehes?"

"Grab his ankles for me."

"Dohont yohou dahare!"

Peter sat cross legged on the floor so he could wrap his arms around Harry's legs. "Are hihis feet bahad?"

Norman started. "You mean you don't know?"

Peter shook his head. "I've never gotten past his thighs."

Harry tried to kick his legs. "For gohood reasohon!"

Norman knelt down beside Peter. "His toes used to be a big hot spot."

"Dad!"

The older man continued removing his son's shoe. "He does kick quite a bit so you have to hold his legs pretty good or you risk getting kicked in the face."

"Dahad!"

Norman started tickling along Harry's foot. "Hold him tight Pete."

"NahAH! NAhat thehERE!"

"Then if you tickle right here." Norman moved up to tickle under Harry's toes. "He really goes crazy!"

The squeal that left Harry's mouth could rival MJ or Gwen and would definitely be used for teasing material in the future.

"Wohow." Peter had to readjust his hold to keep Harry's legs in place. "Ihi didn't know he could mahake thahat noise."

"Keeping secrets from your best friend Harry?" Norman scratched under his son's big toe. "Ahand afteher you found all of his tickle spots?"

"Yeah!" Peter added. "Fohor shahame."

Harry tried to respond, but everything he tried kept getting swallowed up by laughter.

Then Norman wiggled one of his toes. "This little piggy went to market."

"NO!"

"This little piggy stayed home."

"DAHAD!"

"This little piggy had roast beef."

"KNOCK IHIT OHOFF!"

"This little piggy had none."

"PLEASE!"

Norman paused on the smallest toe. "And this little piggy---."

"SQUEE!" Harry started thrashing again. "DOHOHN'T."

"He went---."

"DAHAD!"

Then Norman scribbled across his son's foot. "Wee! Wee! Wee! All the way home!"

"NAEEEEEH!"

It was rare to see this playful side of the great Norman Osborne. He normally kept it reserved for Peter and Otto, but it was very sweet to see him use it as a bonding experience with his son.

Especially now with both dimples beaming on his bright red face.

Otto cooed. "Who knew soho muhuch cuteness could be trapped with so much sarcasm."

Norman chuckled as he eased up on the tickling. "The sarcasm ihis juhust aha cover up."

Harry collapsed into residual giggles. "Sh-shut uhup!"

"Hey." Peter reached up to poke his side. "You never said stohop."

Harry playfully kicked his friend before Otto gently lowered him back to the ground. "You tahalk tohoo muhuch."

Norman chuckled. "Hehe's nohot wrong."

Harry growled and jumped on top of his dad's back sending both of them to the ground. "Fihight me old mahan!"

Norman immediately joined in on the play fighting. "You're on!"

However, as the two continued rolling across the floor, the dimples never left Harry's face.

And after missing them for so many years, Norman hoped they never did.

#lee harry osborn #ler norman osborn #ler peter 2 #mentions of octodad #ticklefic

[k-dokja]

Can you write an angsty oneshot with fem reader x danny based on ch 395? Ignore or delete this if you dont write based on naver chapters.

Aha, I see you haven't followed me long enough to realize writing based on the Naver chapter is all I do.

He should've returned by now.

The thought was kept at the back of your mind. Always. A constant reminder of the danger your boyfriend headed into without thinking about the possible consequence he might face.

He should've returned by now...

You hated the plan when he mentioned it to you. Hated it. If anything, the implication that he might be completely vulnerable alone kept your blood boiling. For a while, you couldn't sit still. But you had to continue wearing a smile and lying for him. Because that was what a good girlfriend does, you had his back... even when he was being stupid about it.

However, at this point, you didn't know whether it was a good idea for you to let him act as he wanted.

It simply didn't sit well with you.

"You should have more faith in him."

Once, someone told you that.

You didn't hear the remainder of their argument, finding it too trite to listen to when Daniel's life was at risk. If you had any less faith in him, he'd have never crossed the boundary and entered Workers in the first place. He'd have stayed home nice and proper, far away from all of this crew and criminal messes.

Can you really have more faith in him? At a time like this? He was in over his head and you had to accept that everything was fine.

Actually... I don't have to.

Not really.

As it was, nothing was stopping you from coming over to his place and keeping it neat and tidy for his return. At least, it was something for you to busy yourself with while keeping close proximity to the reminder of him. Daniel's spare key had always been yours, nothing would stop your intrusion.

In fact, he wouldn't even mind that you stayed in his place. His only worry was that his house was not up to par with your standard. But you never minded, not really. Long as you were with him, you never really cared about the time and place.

So you followed the compel of your heart and went to his home the day after his intended return.

You didn't know what happened to him, not just yet. But at least this way, you could be there when he came back. Whether you will greet him with warmth or scorn, you had yet to decide.

Until then... I had time to think about it.

That was what you thought.

The reality was not as kind as you hoped. You entered his room only to see him lying strewn on the floor. His complexion was a pallid colour you were unused to seeing. The worst of it was seeing the complete mess he was in, not even changing out of his clothes from imprisonment.

"Daniel!"

You didn't know what to think. So you acted. And maybe once everything was said and done, you could get some answers from him.

Yet, whatever expectation you had vanished when you failed to wake him up.

Again.

Again.

And again.

Every time, his consciousness resurfaced and gave you a glimmer of hope, but it was always snuffed out the immediate moment after. He was never awake for long. Only a second or so. Then he was gone again. Out of your reach.

He spoke at times. Always a cry for help, but never in completion.

Soon, it was clear to him how the drifting in and out was doing numbers on his body. So you left him be and buried yourself in thinking about what was best to do.

It didn't take much to clue you in that something must've happened to the other him, but until Daniel awakened again, you were stuck in a stalemate. You did what you could during that moment of neverending nightmares.

Changing him out of his clothes. Putting him into a more comfortable position. Laying out his pillow and blanket. Dusting his floor and cleaning his house. Anything to occupy your mind while Daniel remained unresponsive to your call.

What had happened to you...

Your pretty nails were bitten and gnawed. Your hair got entangled with how many times you ran your fingers through them.

Everything you did to distract yourself from the constant anxiety inevitably diverted you back to the original path. You could never stop worrying for him and leaving him for school every morning made your anxiety worse. The helplessness continued to eat you from inside. Yet, there were few you could confide in.

Fewer you could be honest about the truth of everything.

You didn't know for how much longer could you stay in the dark, waiting for his recovery. When days of waiting became weeks, weeks might turn into months. If this dragged on any further, you had no guarantee your sanity would stay intact.

And once that happened, there'd be no hell you wouldn't raise to get him back. That you knew with certainty.

Whatever they did to you... I'll kill them for it.

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[golden-dart]

The Art of a Smile

“Leonardo.” Riario looked up with an annoyed expression. He had been trying to convince his artist, who was now awake for about three days, to go to sleep. Leonardo dragged him into a chair as soon as he stepped into the workshop.

“Come on, please?” He had perched himself on the count’s lap trying to get the other to smile but Riario wouldn’t budge. “Just a small one, I want to draw it.”

Riario frowned. “You have seen me smile on multiple occasions, Leonardo. Or is your usually impeccable mind failing you?” He raised an eyebrow.

A pout formed on Leonardo's face. “It’s not.” He lifted a finger to trace the faint laugh lines on his lover's face absentmindedly. “I just think that maybe I could use a refresher.”

“A ‘refresher’.”, echoed the count sarcastically. He readjusted his grip on the artist to stop him from slipping.

The other nodded with a small grin on his face. “Yeah. Come on, it’s not like it will kill you.”

“Do you really think that I don’t know about your bet with the-“, he sighed, “with Zoroaster.”

“Bet? What bet? I don’t know anything about a bet. No, I just want to draw you, preferably with a smile.” He pressed a kiss to the count’s forehead, another on his nose and hovered over the others lips. “Please?”

Riario huffed bemused. “You’re a terrible liar, artista.” He captured Leonardo's lips in a kiss, he felt him grin into it, before breaking it. The count eyed the other like he was considering it which the brunette answered with a hopeful look on his face. “The answer is still no. Not unless you sleep for at least eight hours.” Groaning, the artist threw his head back and Riario had to hold on tighter to him to prevent from falling to the ground. When he was sitting more comfortably again, Leonardo leaned his head against the count's shoulder. 

“That’s just mean.”

“Please tell me you're not actually upset about losing a pointless bet.”

“I’m not.”, came the muffled answer before he huffed and pulled himself off of Riario’s lap. He wandered over to one of his unfinished projects, trying to get himself to focus on it, keenly aware that he was being watched by the other.

A few minutes went by with the inventor muttering to himself while working out what was bothering him with the project and the count having picked up a book from the many that were scattered around the workshop when Leonardo suddenly breezed by and tried to reach something on the top shelf by climbing an unstable looking tower of boxes. 

Riario looked up from the book and watched the artist with a small sense of dread before he got up to at least try to stop his lover from falling. But the attempt proved futile, for as soon as the brunette stood behind the other, Leonardo exclaimed “Aha!”, held a scroll up in triumph which caused him to lose his never really existing balance, and fell backward. 

With a loud crash the two men landed hard on the ground. 

“Shit, sorry, are you alright?” The inventor sat up and looked over Riario’s body, checking for injuries.

The count grunted while sitting up, pretty much ending up in the same position as before with Leonardo kneeling above him. “You couldn’t have found a better way to reach that, could you?” He gave the artist an annoyed look who didn’t notice it since his eyes were already glued to the content of the scroll, quietly muttering to himself. Riario sighed. 

Getting his lover to put aside whatever he was working on for at least a nap, not to mention a full night's sleep was nearly impossible.

“Leonardo.” He carefully pried the scroll from the other’s hands and put it out of reach under protest of his lover. He captured the dancing hands of the inventor and held them to his chest. “Artista mio, listen.” Leonardo stilled at the endearment which Riario only used when he wanted his full attention. “You need to rest. You have been awake for three days now.” The other opened his mouth to argue but the count shook his head slightly. “I know, you probably have your head full of new ideas that you want to realize immediately but I implore you to take a break. If not for you then at least for my own sanity.” 

The artist looked at him long enough for Riario to wonder if he even heard him. Before his face relaxed and he slowly freed his hands from his grip. 

For a short while Leonardo stared at him as if he was searching for an answer hidden behind his eyes. When he seemed to have found it a tired smile appeared on his face and his hand came up to caress the others with wonder written all over his face. “Tu sei la serenità della mio caos.”

A smile formed on Riario’s face and Leonardo immediately focused his gaze on it. “There it is. Magnifico.” The artist traced his lover’s lips with his finger. 

The count laughed quietly. “Sleep? You can draw it afterwards now that you have the ‘refresher’ you wanted.”

Even though Leonardo didn’t look exactly happy about it, he nodded, leaned down for a kiss before getting up and pulling Riario up from the ground with him. “Fine. Sleep. But I might need another for tomorrow.” 

The other smiled indulgently. “Of course, Leonardo. Whatever you want.”

“‘Whatever I want’, huh? I’ll hold you to that.”, teased his lover with an easy grin before he started pulling him towards the bedroom. “For now I demand cuddles.”

“You’re insufferable, Artista.”

“That’s why you love me, amore.”

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translation:  Tu sei la serenità della mio caos - You are the serenity to my chaos

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